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In a world where wierd is normal, humans do not exist. Vampires, werewolves, kitsunes, all tht.. They're all normal! When a rumour of a retched world called 'Earth' exists and they hear of how horrible it is... People begin to wonder what this planet may be like.

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Rules:
- No sexual poop
- Drama, romamce, action etc inclded
- No humans pls.

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Sarah sighed reluctantly. Once again, it was a slow day in her father's bakery. While she still called it his, he had actually passed away 14 years ago. But, in memory of him, she struggled to keep the shop open every month by stressing herself out to the point of exhaustion and doing everything humanly possible to earn money and survive. Luckily for hee, she couldn't eat normal food. She had to eat flesh, which she hated doing, so she often didn't need to buy many things and went without.

If she found herself with spare cash she's but a few cans of alcohol here and there if she needed to drown herself and her thoughts on it which has become a rather disastrous habit.

She sat behind the small counter, signing as she gently tapped her fingers on the glass counter in which many deliciously naked cakes, tarts and treats lay, waiting to be gazed at and waiting to be bought. She had given up her own dreams for this place; having been told she had a wonderful voice for someone of her kind, she had wanted to.pursue a musical career. But that changed when her father passed and she needed something to keep his memory alive. So here she was, alone, desperate, depressed and a damned baker.

Name- Nyx Asuna Romulus
Age- 18
Race- werewolf
Gender- Female

Name-Tommy Caville Feld.
Age-42.
Race-Human Cyborg.
Gender-Male.

It had been one hell of a day, and now all she wanted was to disappear. Sighing, hood up and head down she shuffles along the busy streets, paying little to no attion to the world arround her.

Mind raced as she recalles her “birth” into this place, and tries to force clouded memories to the surface, why had remus told romulus to send her here? Why had they just left her, alone....as she walked lost in her own mind a bell jingles..looking up she notices a bakery the door opening as she walks passed.

Well she was hungry and cold so might as well right? Swiftly she slipps inside, and allows gaze to lift long enough to take in the pastry counter and the young girl standing behinde it. Instantly long red tail curls arround her legs nervously and golden eyes dart downwards.

Noticing the girl, she suddenly stood up straight and plastered on a smile. "Welcome to Dean Whit's bakery!"

It was clear in her voice that she wasn't the happiest and that she was trying to take a cheerful tone. She had her beanie sat on her head and an apron with the bakery's logo on it. "What can I help you with? We do pastries, cakes, tarts, drinks..."

At the sound of the girls bright tone, nyx jumps..allmost knocking over one of the display cases as she backs into a seat and tucks her head against her knees. “Do...doo...donnuut...pa..peelease?” She manages her entire frame shaking, she wasnt used to others speaking to her and was extremely shy and scared yet wanted more than anything to be shown some compassion, love and kindness.

Tommy passed by keeping his gun holsters on his trousers ready. He walked in,a cigarette drooping from the corner of his mouth. He was looking at various displays thinking about getting a snack and maybe a damn coffee if they sell them. He was lost for choice unfortunately as he stared at the displays.

Sarah smiled, getting the nicest looking donut they had and putting it on a plate. She was swift with slipping around the counter and bringing it to her, gently setting it in front of her. "Call if you need anything else, okay?"

She then re-entered behind the counter, having spotted Tommy enter. She waited for a few minutes and after seeing that he wasn't really doing anything, she decided to speak up. "Can I help you with anything?" She tucked her hair behind her ear to keep it from falling in front of her face as she adjusted her apron.

"Excuse me but do ypu serve the lovely drink known as coffee? Also any food reccomendations madame? I swear this place feels familiar but why?" Tommy enquired as he wondered around curious.

"Yes we do. do you like it any specific way?" As she said this, she was already grabbing a mug from a shelf. She sighed a little. "It was my father's bakery before. I don't know if you were here when he ran it? Dean Whit, maybe?"

She tried to speak with confidence, as talking about her father would easily upset her. She attempted to ignore it and smiled when she glanced back over her shoulder. "He usually had a little girl around three or four running around?"

"Time is like a stream. You can either go forwards or backwards." Tommy cryptically said before responding to her question. "Just a normal coffee please and to eat whatever you reccomend to me." Tommy wandered into the bathroom and started working on something big.

She hummed at his sentence, nodding as she placed the mug under the coffee machine and clicking a few buttons and letting the liquid doll the cup. While this did so, she carefully prepared one of the Apple pastries, which was both here and her father's favourite. She considered it to be the best they had as she had the most experience in making them.

She quietly placed both the food and the drink on the counter for his return from the bathroom.

Tommy then returned,blood stains on his face and body. He calmly dropped some money on the counter and drank the coffee and ate his apple pastry enjoying it.

She smiled, "Thank you!" she grabbed the money and put it away, glancing over at the girl who had come in before. She leant on the counter again, not having much else to do. She yawned, hanging her head tiredly and waiting for the bell above the door to signal someone entering.

She manages a weak, “thank you” and pushes some money onto the table before beganing to pick at the donut.

Eating small bites and remaining silent, the male returning from the bathroom covered in blood put her on edge and she sort of shakes a bit while watching him.

she sighed, "Another slow day..." She muttered to herself. She began to clean a table, her mind wondering to... anything and everything. How was she supposed to pay bills?

She shook her head and continued to clean the tables.

Tommy stared out the window and casually punched it a lot until it broke and he left walking back on his own as usual to his apartment.

((...how rood! That was my previous window.. ))

She turned around at the noise and her eyes widened. "What the hell!?"

She watched the man walk out and her face went pale. She put her hand on her forehead, suddenly feeling very dizzy and very cold. She looked at the broken glass and blinked. "****ing great!" She threw the cloth she had been using on the counter, her stress and anger starting to show. "More bills to pay. More things that need repairing that I can't afford."

She went to the back and growled, grabbing a broom and beginning to sweep up the broken glass so nobody stepped on it and she got yelled at for being untidy and dangerous.