- Messages
- 466
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Formerly BlackOak/Ebony Mix 15" Core of Vampire's Blood and Bloodwood 14" Essence of Acromantula Web
- Age
- 10/1949
Arnost apparated to the darkest part of Bleak Street. He was just in Bulgaria, and apparently, Asparuh got what he wanted and needed to lay low for a while. Though Arnost did not like to be cooped up in the house, so he figured that he ought to take a walk down Bleak Street, just to pass up the time. He put the hood up and it covered his black eyes, and revealed only his mouth, which was absent of his usual, subtle smirk. Arnost made sure his robes were secure, before he walked out of the shadows and into the streets. His movements were swift, quick, and did not hit a single person. Arnost hated physical contact unless he allowed to be touched in such a fashion.
Perhaps today would turn out not so boring. After all, Bulgaria was such a boring place now. Arnost wondered if there was anyone here worth speaking to, and hopefully no mudblood or anyone who messed around with such filth. He folded his arms across his chest, his demeanor like ice that could never be melted. He stopped, and glanced around to where he was at. He was close to the Ater pub, and debated on paying his nephew a visit in his shop. Arnost wondered if Asparuh knew about those pureblood brats being born yet. Arnost leaned against the brick wall, debating on how he should spend his afternoon. His hand went to his chin, and his eyes closed, as he went deep in thought, though no one could even see his eyes because of the hood he was wearing.
Perhaps today would turn out not so boring. After all, Bulgaria was such a boring place now. Arnost wondered if there was anyone here worth speaking to, and hopefully no mudblood or anyone who messed around with such filth. He folded his arms across his chest, his demeanor like ice that could never be melted. He stopped, and glanced around to where he was at. He was close to the Ater pub, and debated on paying his nephew a visit in his shop. Arnost wondered if Asparuh knew about those pureblood brats being born yet. Arnost leaned against the brick wall, debating on how he should spend his afternoon. His hand went to his chin, and his eyes closed, as he went deep in thought, though no one could even see his eyes because of the hood he was wearing.