

Vmprs - Chapter 2Oktya tilted her head mildly to the side as she listened close. Oh it was a rare sight to find a witch silent and still nowadays, but this was of the utmost important and the colorful little woman wouldnt give herself away for the world. She stood atop a church steeple, more precisely on a giant iron cross mounted on the steeple; she stood on the left arm of the structure, bracing herself with a hand pressed to the stalk of it. It was a rather picturesque view for anyone watching in the moment, the strangely clad woman backlit by a large orange moon, she leaned forward with a. unnatural balance, still listening.Vmprs - Chapter 2


VmprsIn the shadowed places, forever forgotten by the baptismal sun, there walked a man of no particular importance to anyone. Though perhaps walking is not the right word, rather he slunk along, with feline grace, yellowed eyes searching feverishly along the side walk and street. The young man went by the name of Quinn, and that was probably the most you'd ever want to learn of him. He was a Moravian, A dark one, a Vampire...depending on what term you prefer for the blood sucking creatures of the night...Vmprs
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dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues