He usually wears his hair in a short ponytail in the back.

::~Name~::

Dessen

::~Age~::

19

::~Gender~::

Male

::~Personality~::

Rp it out

::~Faerie or Mortal?~::

Faerie

::~Crush~::

Nobody yet, request if you like him.

::~Other~::

Nope.

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::~Name~::

Savannah Rowethan

::~Age~::

15

::~Gender~::

Female

::~Personality~::

Rp it out~

::~Faerie or Mortal?~::

Mortal

::~Crush~::

None yet, open.

::~Other~::

Is one of Nevid's closest friends.

Nevid could detect how she felt. He figured she was getting annoyed, of how he was always following her. But he couldn't help it, it was his protective side coming out. Still, he decided to -try- and play it cool, which would be a difficult task. "Oh. Well choose a better hiding place next time." His tone was friendly and warm, then he turned on his heel, and headed towards the door. Nevid pulled it open, and exited, glad that there were so many people around, he could get lost in the crowd. He stepped into the busy sidewalk, and smoothly became just another person, walking around the city.

Savannah sighed, kicking at the ground with her boot. She was impatient, as always. Her friends always took so long to pick her up! She jumped off the small ledge she was sitting on, and began walking. The heels of her boots made a nice, solid clicking sound, almost as satisfying as the black mini skirt she was wearing, which made the chains on it brush against each other. She didn't normal dress like this, but she was going to a concert. Sick of waiting, she walked faster down the sidewalk, dodging the rush of people. She was almost past the crowd, when she spotted Nevid. "Nevid!" She called, dragging him to the side, hugging him. He smiled and said hey. He turned, and started walking with her, considering he wasn't going anywhere in particular, but of course, Sara was still lingering in his mind.

Dessen walked quietly across the street and approached Zane. "She's mine," he said gong into the store.

Sara watched as Nevid walked out of the store. "Goodness," she said sighing. She looked at the entrance of the store and saw two people coming towards her, Fawn, her fairweather friend, and Dessen. "Um, hi Fawn, who's your friend," she said gesturing towards Dessen."

"Oh, he's not my friend, we just work together," she said walking towards Sara. "Can we go for a walk?"

"Um, sure." Sara didn't know what Fawn was planning, but there was definately something out of the ordinary.

Dessen stared at Sara in amazement. She was more beautiful than he thought, but he was only after the reward that was offered if you brought her to the Faerie realm.

"Um, I've noticed you've been following me," she said backing up a few steps. She was short compared to all of the others.

"Zane!" Dessen and Fawn yelled simultaneously. They were mad. Dessen grabbed Sara and threw her over his shoulder. He began running down the street.

"Hey, what the heck do you think you're doing?" Fawn ran after Dessen.

"Um, can you put me down," Sara was seriously confused. "If you don't put me down, there will be a consequence." Sara had done some research when she had free time. She had figured out a few spells and knew how to use them.

"Exactly what will that consequence be?" Dessen didn't believe her.

Sara's blonde hair trickled in front of her face. "Pyro," she said one simple word that had a very big meaning. Only faeries could weild magic. Her hands were engulfed in flames. She pushed her hands up against Dessen's back, burning a hole in his shirt.

"Yow, what the heck." Dessen didn't exactly expect that. He threw her down. She luckily landed on her feet. She stood there with her hands covered in flames. A few of the city folk stared at her in amazement. They looked for a camera, thinking they were filming a movie.

Dessen let a growl out at Zane, his tall, looming figure made everyinch of him look intimidating. "Fine, explain, Fawn." Dessen turned around and stepped about twenty feet away.

Fawn sighed. "The prince of the faerie realm, Kinteroo, is searching for you to be his bride." Fawn's black hair had a purple glint in the moonlight. "Understand?"

"There's also a price on your head the size of king kong if we bring you back," Dessen smirked. "That's why almost every faerie is searching for you. It's not that hard to find a fourteen year old girl with bright blonde hair that has the beauty of a faerie." He leaned up against the wall of an unknown store and stared at Zane, Fawn, and Sara.

"Am I really that wanted?" Sara didn't believe a thing that they just said. "Um, I don't understand."

"I see, now I get it. Basically, I'm going to get unwillfully married to him if they bring me back." She let out a smirk. She already knew their answer would be yes. Sara pulled a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She had a trick up her sleeve. "Well, Dessen, if you want that reward so badly, you'll have to catch me first," she said tauntingly. She bolted off in one direction. She was almost as fast as the taxis that were p*censored*ing by.

"Catch her!" Fawn bolted after her, the explaining wasn't done.

Dessen ran swiftly, but gracefully after Sara, his blonde hair whipping in his face. "You may be fast, little girl, but I'm faster." He got about two feet behind Sara and tackled her, tumbling to avoid injuring her. She wouldn't be worth as much if she got hurt. "No more funny stuff, okay?"

Dessen smiled back at her and grabbed her leg. He threw her foot off of him and got up. "You gotta remember who's bigger and older and stronger." He looked at Sara and smirked. "We'll continue this later, until then, see ya later." He would visit her later on tonight in her room. He walked off in a random direction until he wasn't visible anymore.

Fawn watched and sighed. "See ya." She ran after Dessen, disappearing.

"Oh my god, he's fast and strong and scary and what the heck!" Sara was histerical. She'd never been tackled before. "That hurt like crap!" She rubbed her head and a bit of blood rubbed off onto her hand. She had scraped her head when she got tackled.

Dessen rubbed his neck, Zane had good strength, but he had a good tolerance against pain. Fawn got behind Dessen and rubbed his neck. "Did she hurt you?"

"Yes, she hurt me. I'll recover." He pulled a strand of his blonde hair out of his face.

Sara looked at Zane. "Thanks. Maybe we can be friends." She didn't know that Zane hated her. She just knew that the girl had saved her from being dragged back to the faerie realm. She got up and rubbed her head, wanting the pain of the scrape to stop.