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Didn't... Didn't I die? I thought... What's on my arm? Is that a tattoo? No, it's a scar! No, no this can't be happening! I'm.. I'm... I'm Helltouched!


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Zander Warcolf

As any normal day starts, you'd wake up, toss in some clothes, and eat breakfast. As any day where you're a freak, you usually do the same. Helltouched as you might be, you can still do whatever you like, so long as you cover up your mark. For one raccoon in particular, it was a lazy morning. With a groan and a few tries, Zander turned off his alarm, then rolled out of bed. Standing up and scratching his head, he grumbled something about school days being the worst, then pulled a pair of black jeans out of his dresser, along with a maroon red T-shirt with grey sleeves. Pulling the clothes on, he stepped out of his room and headed for breakfast downstairs. And then immediately turned around and grabbed a hoodie from his room, pulling it in over his shirt. His parents didn't know that he was Helltouched. His brother didn't know either. He didn't want them to know either. Trotting down the stairs, he grabbed a satchel off the bottom step and put it on, then grabbed a piece of toast and headed for the door, slipping on a pair of shoes on the way. "I'll see you after school, mom. Drive safe on your way to work." Then he closed the door behind himself, taking a breath of the cool morning air.

*Taffy reluctantly woke herself up and made her hands agree to pull her up, she groaned quietly and rubbed her eyes, she looked up at the sky from her web hammock, she sighed and got down from her makeshift outdoor loft bed*

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Phantom woke up rather late, grumbling something about Mondays being the worst day of the week. The purple wolf had slipped out of the tank top, shorts, and slippers she had worn to bed, and had put on her usual hoodie and sweatpants that she wore during the day. The only few people who knew about her secret were her 14-year-old brother, Specter, as well as a few of her closest friends, all of whom have promised not to tell a single soul. After eating her breakfast, a couple over-easy eggs and a cup of coffee, she made some instant ramen, put it in a heat-insulating container, and packed that, as well as a soda bottle, and a few brownies she baked last night into her lunchbox, and waved goodbye to her parents and her brother after grabbing her backpack, her phone, and the aforementioned lunchbox. As she left the house, Phantom had taken a breath of fresh air, and had headed to the bus stop.

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Shrill beeping fills the air which causes a low grumble to be sound from underneath a pile of blankets. Scout untangles herself from her mess of blankets and sighs. It was early, too early to be awake. But she had a habit of working out in the morning and the world would practically end if she missed one day. Hasn't the world already ended? You're Helltouched a voice reminds Scout. She sighs again at the reminder. She changes quickly, ensuring that her younger sister won't see her mark. After that, she has a quick breakfast followed by a workout session. After that, she can shower quickly and have a short break. All of this is done before her sister is awake, it's the only way to make sure nobody can accidentally see her mark.
She pauses on her way to the living room, staring at her sister with a lounging look. There have been times when she had considered telling her sister the truth, but fear drove her away. Besides, this was probably safer for both of them anyway. "Come on," she tells her sister gently, carefully shaking her sister awake. "We are going to be late let's get going." Her sister finally awakes and sighs in annoyance.
"I don't want to go to school today" she grumbles. An amused smile appears on Scout's face. Her sister was starting to act like her, she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
"Come on, let's get going" she repeats. "I have your breakfast ready, but you'll have to eat it on the way to school. I'll be waiting by the door"
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Scout rests her head against the door and shuts her eyes. Enjoying the feeling of the cold wind against her fur. Their apartment building was small, but it worked for her and her sister. Even better, it was far from her- the woman that she was supposed to call her mother. She clenches her fists, wincing slightly when claws sink into her palms. It wasn't worth looking back into the past, she didn't have the time for that anyway. She jumps in surprise, hearing her door open up behind her. She steps aside so her sister can leave and together, they walk to the bus stop.

Zander, forever a fast eater, but eternally thin due to a very fast metabolism, finished licking butter from his fingers, then glanced down the street. Just in time to watch the bus disappear down the corner. Gritting his rather sharp teeth, Zander quickly jogged across the street and started down the sidewalk. The school was around the corner, and down the street. Then around another corner, down the street some more... A long walk, all in all. Grumbling, Zander puffed a breath of air into his paws. It would be a bad day not to have a Helltouch, as it was probably going to get colder after school was over. A frost ability could show up, maybe more than one. Turning down an alleyway, also known as a shortcut, Zander picked up his pace. Being a bit late already, he definitely wasn't going to go for the whole walk. It would take too much time.

Dusk was a loner, as foxes often were. This...Helltouch really wasn't as big of a deal as it would be for others, her having no denmates to hide her mark from. Not to say it hadn't freaked her out, though. She'd had to run into hiding the moment she saw it. Stress buying more long sleeved clothing to accommodate...

Dusk lived in a small house, it hardly looked large enough to comfortably house any creature, not even a fox such as her, on the smaller side. What most animals wouldn't know, however, was that it was partially underground. Through a trapdoor below the carpet on the top floor, was the majority of the dark creature's living quarters.

In one of these rooms, the black fox slept, curled in her bed. As the sound of her phone going off caused her ear to twitch, deep, blue eyes slid open. Dusk yawned, flexing her claws. "Morning, morning...time to start the day..." she grumbled.

After a quick stretch, the vulpine beast shook off her covers and slid out of bed. She was wearing nothing but her wristbands and anklets, as she never took those off. Her eye, naturally attracted to the sparkle of the gold on her wrist, once again spotted the blue flame on her arm. She sighed again, making her way across the bedroom to her wardrobe. She took a black leather jacket down from a hanger and slipped it on, her long sleeves covering the mark. "That outta do..." she murmured as she slid on matching leather pants and went upstairs, out of the trapdoor to the outside, figuring she'd eat out for breakfast.

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Szohlis slowly opened his eyes, yawning in a wide fashion. He un-coiled from his sleeping state, and glanced around his den. He stretched his arms, letting his bones crack. He wrinkled his snout, and blinked sideways groggily “Tha a ’mhadainn cruaidh” he grumbled, picking up his spear fashioned from prey bones and branches “new day, new worries, and new problems” he grumbled, looking at himself in a puddle from dripping stalactites “another horrible day, another horrible face” he growled, looking up and slithering out bunching himself up, and letting himself unravel slowly. He slid around a tree, sniffing slowly “Ooh. Prey!” He said, before snapping down and swallowing a rat whole. He let his tongue slide out, and flick around his mouth before retracting back in “air smells like morning breath” he growled, before sighing “well, I guess new day could be new friendly conversation”

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*Taffy started down the street from the alley in which her loft bed hid, it was days like these where she wished she still knew her old friends...before they...she moved her brain away from the thought and wrapped her cape around herself and sank the bottom half of her face into her scarf, she looked around, trying to remember the fastest way to get to the school, she needed to get to school early so that she could get there when the breakfast was being served, though she was often late, so she didn’t really eat breakfast, she, again, moved her brain away from the thoughts that she didn’t want to think, blew into her hands, held her cape around herself again, and, remembering the route, started down it*

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Shivering a little, Zander sparked up a few arcs of electricity, using them to warm his fingers up. After they were satisfyingly warm, he started on his way through the alleyway again. Exiting the narrow place, he managed to spot the school bus again, fairly far away. Jogging along the sidewalk, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweater. "I need to readjust that clock and alarm, else I'm gonna keep being late."

*Taffy continued on her way, occasionally glancing to the left or right if there was a noise or something, otherwise, she didn’t take her eyes off the path, she stopped at an intersection and waited for the sign to tell her to cross, shivering*

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Phantom, after seeing that no one was really close to where she was, used a quick gust of wind to fluff her bangs up a bit. Since she wasn't on the bus yet, she figured no one would really notice if they were looking her way. As the bus arrived and she got into her seat, she took out her phone and started playing on one of her apps.

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Wind ruffles Scout's hair as it comes to a sudden stop. Scout pauses for a moment and stares at the bus windows, which just barley hides the faces behind the window. To Scout, those silhouettes are potential threats. All it would take is one person to see her marking and her whole world will crumble beneath her feet.
"Are you going to get on?" Luna asks. She was standing at the entrance and giving Scout an odd look.
"Yes, of course" she replies. She steps onto the bus and stays close to Luna. Give her space a voice reminds Scout. She knows she shouldn't be so overprotective of Luna, afterall, Luna's only real threat is whatever would happen to her if someone found out about Scout's powers. Still, it was always better to be safe than sorry.
She slides into the same seat that Luna is in, which happens to be next to Phantom's seat. She can't help but glance over at her curiously.

*Taffy checked the pockets on her cape for her phone, she muttered a curse word to herself as she realized that she forgot her phone, she stood at the intersection even after the sign switched, contemplating weather or not she should go back to grab her phone, she glanced back and forth, she eventually decided to leave her phone behind, hoping that it would still be there when she got back, cross and continue onward*

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He slowly carved into the bark using his homemade spear, and continued drawing his self portrait as his eyes bagged “no fun being alone, not having school” he grumbled, his tail thrashing angrily

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