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Kozuru
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The walls were a bleak colour that made life at home constantly feel like a prison and with the size of the house, the bleak walls were endless. Yet deep underground was a door; a large, ominous, dark coloured door. Anyone who worked at the house was told to never go near the door and the only ones who were allowed near it were the members of the house. The Vessalius family, one of the 5 great dukedoms, had one of the 5 doors buried deep underground. THe other four doors belonged to the Nightrays, the Rainsworths, the Barmas and the baskervilles. Each door was an entrance to the abyss, and a place that stored the black winged chains. These five chains were of the strongest chains, the only one being stronger is the B-Rabbit.
In the Vessalius manor sat two of the six greatest chains. Gryphon and the B-Rabbit, but one had an unusual form. The B-Rabbit took the form of a 25 year old man, finely chiseled features, shart green eyes, and soft blonde hair. He stood at a height of 6'2" which was only 2 inches taller than the heir to Nightray. Oz Vessalius was the heir to Vessalius, but he was in fact the immortal being known as the B-Rabbit, held in contract to Duke Vessalius' niece Brooke. The two were bonded together at a young age and Oz grew up at the same rate a human did, with her every step of the way.
EVen though the two were close, Oz Vessalius chose to remain close with his contractor and cousin's fiance from birth, Gilbert Nightray or Raven. They were best friends and he loathed the fact that his best friend and cousin were engaged and hated each other. Constantly, he would meddle to get them together to try and be friends but every effort was a failure. Considering his sister would always run in.
All the while, the blonde male still enjoyed teasing the staff of the Vessalius manor, especially the daughter of one of the maid's. She was quite a bit shorter than he was, but she looked so beautiful. Her blue eyes sharply contrasted with her blonde, almost brown hair that could never be tamed. He couldn't accurately remember her name, it started with a K, but nonetheless she was fun.
Currently, he was in the ballroom, preparing for the masquerade dance his family was holding. All members from the dukedoms, as well as other nobles who held less power would be attending. It was his final effort to connect Gilbert and his cousin, who was standing nearby. She was the type of girl who ditched the dresses and wore riding clothes most of the day, even though she never rode horses. Next to her was the maid, the pretty one with the curly hair. The two seemed to get along well, even if master and servant.
"Say, Kayla.."Brooke, the 22 year old Vessalius glanced at her friend with a pleading look. "Will you take my place at the ball? No one will know the difference if you straighten your hair. Plus you'd get to dance with a Nightray." She pleaded to her friend. Brooke hated balls, the fancy dresses, the make up. Sure it was fun every once and a while but she was getting married to someone she hated in less than a year and the last thing she wanted to do was be around him more than she needed to be.
In the Vessalius manor sat two of the six greatest chains. Gryphon and the B-Rabbit, but one had an unusual form. The B-Rabbit took the form of a 25 year old man, finely chiseled features, shart green eyes, and soft blonde hair. He stood at a height of 6'2" which was only 2 inches taller than the heir to Nightray. Oz Vessalius was the heir to Vessalius, but he was in fact the immortal being known as the B-Rabbit, held in contract to Duke Vessalius' niece Brooke. The two were bonded together at a young age and Oz grew up at the same rate a human did, with her every step of the way.
EVen though the two were close, Oz Vessalius chose to remain close with his contractor and cousin's fiance from birth, Gilbert Nightray or Raven. They were best friends and he loathed the fact that his best friend and cousin were engaged and hated each other. Constantly, he would meddle to get them together to try and be friends but every effort was a failure. Considering his sister would always run in.
All the while, the blonde male still enjoyed teasing the staff of the Vessalius manor, especially the daughter of one of the maid's. She was quite a bit shorter than he was, but she looked so beautiful. Her blue eyes sharply contrasted with her blonde, almost brown hair that could never be tamed. He couldn't accurately remember her name, it started with a K, but nonetheless she was fun.
Currently, he was in the ballroom, preparing for the masquerade dance his family was holding. All members from the dukedoms, as well as other nobles who held less power would be attending. It was his final effort to connect Gilbert and his cousin, who was standing nearby. She was the type of girl who ditched the dresses and wore riding clothes most of the day, even though she never rode horses. Next to her was the maid, the pretty one with the curly hair. The two seemed to get along well, even if master and servant.
"Say, Kayla.."Brooke, the 22 year old Vessalius glanced at her friend with a pleading look. "Will you take my place at the ball? No one will know the difference if you straighten your hair. Plus you'd get to dance with a Nightray." She pleaded to her friend. Brooke hated balls, the fancy dresses, the make up. Sure it was fun every once and a while but she was getting married to someone she hated in less than a year and the last thing she wanted to do was be around him more than she needed to be.