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Penelope Cousland studied her reflection in the mirror. Pushing her dark brown bangs out of her teal eyes, Penelope noticed her ponytail was slightly askew. She tightened its hold and then focused on the matter at hand - her cream blue dress with silver fastens and circular turquoise patterns on the sleeves.  'Ah Starkhaven fashion. I'm still unsure if I love it or loathe it....which is rather fitting considering Sebastian hails from there and I feel the same way about him.' she thought with a soft chuckle. Penelope glanced to her right where her Mabrui hound Alenko was sprawled on her bed. "What do you think boy? Not a horrible dress is it?"

Eyes closed, head swirling, you couldnt quite remember what you had been doing last. An unknown sense of dread hovered above you. As you slowly became aware you were laying on something cold, you opened your eyes. You stared up at a ceiling of greyish-green stone then the face of a monster hovered over you. Pale skin peeked beneath long bloodied scars, mutuated eyes surrounded by red flesh, creviced slits for a nose, wide lipless mouth of black gnashed teeth. You were barely able to scream when its gloved hand clamped over your mouth. "Not be screaming human. Mean no harm. I'm Passive." With a deep rumbling voice, Passive made a reassuring hi

The thorns of the roses pricked at your gloves aimlessly as you tended the garden. You had servants who could be doing this of course, but neither you nor Alistair were entirely comfortable with that aspect of royalty. You sensed someone behind you but didnt look back. The Antivan accent rang pleasantly in your ears. "Your watchmen are not so good. I suggest you fire them before I'm forced to kill them for their losey work." You turned your head in Zevran's direction, but continued to focus on the roses. "I didnt even need to get creative sneaking in...disappointing really." he finished supressing a sigh. You leaned back to admire your work

Being raised by a pastor wasn't as grueling as one might think. Jim didn't shove religion down your throat, he was far more concerned with you knowing not only right and wrong, but grey areas too. He was fair about most things except going out late at night, you had an unreasonably early curfew and somehow he'd find you if you didn't come home on time. Speaking of time, you were sitting beneath a tree near the cathedral doing schoolwork when the shiny black Impala pulled up. The Winchesters - John and his two sons Sammy and Dean…or at least that's how Dean had introduced his brother. "I'm Dean and this is my brother, Sammy." "It's not Sa