Why hello there. Name’s Lykan, but hopefully you already knew that, and if you didn’t, well, be glad you do now. Your life just got a whole lot better. Trust me.
Supposedly I’m expected to write some sort of dribble for my annoying author. This kid named Cyril or Simon or Cyrus or something, I don’t know, don’t really care either, told me as such. I don’t even know this kid and was going to brush it off as drivel, but then it occurred to me, my author has some mighty pretty friends. I couldn’t deprive these ladies of getting some Lykan time, now could I? That would be very ungentlemanly of me. So here I am. Now then, what do you ladies want to know about me, hm?
“Lykan! NO flirting with my friends. Bad!”
See what I mean about annoying? I get scolded for being nice. Psh. Authors. Can’t be too mad at her though, she did create me after all. What would the world be without some Lykan gracing it with his charms?
*Christine facepalming noises in the background*
I’m also apparently doing this so said author will have time to actually write the book I’m from. And hey, the quicker it’s written the quicker I get out in the world, so if this helps move it along then I’m all for it. I think it has more chance of getting out there though if I was the main character. Breighly’s got a pretty face but the thing is scared of her own shadow and barely talks. Do you guys really want to read about her? But I guess having a novel centered around me wouldn’t be all sugar and spice. I don’t do backstories, so if you’re thinking about asking me about my past, don’t. In fact, forget about asking about my personal life in general. That’s no one’s concern.
Now you may be wondering what I’m going to post about if I don’t talk about my life. Well, don’t worry your pretty little heads over it. There is a vast number of conversations we could have. Like how good I look in leather jackets. Or that I, in fact, don’t actually use gel in my hair. Yeah, it just looks like that naturally. Not that I could get gel in this wretched place they call a city even if I wanted to. I’d much rather take my chances with the monstrosities destroying the Earth than being locked up inside a stupid cube. But let’s not focus on that subject. Don’t want to start upsetting anyone. Back on the subject of me. . .
Oops. Christine is giving me dirty looks, and since she has threatened to kill me off (twice) I guess I’d better stop talking about myself. Don’t want to upset her highness, now would we? Really, I was only teasing anyway. Where’s your sense of humor? I can’t bring some smiles?
She suggested I talk about my thoughts on the other characters. The other characters? Really? I’ve only ever met Breighly and Bat Boy. I think I’ve already expressed my feelings on Breighly. And Elan, well, let’s just say he’s not my favorite person. Too protective. And just annoying. Breighly can at least show herself useful. I see no point in the winged thing. What’s that about anyway?
You know what, I have a better idea. Why don’t you tell me what you want me to talk about. Ask me questions, I would love to get to know each and every one of you better. But we’ve established no personal questions, right? Good. I very much look forward to chatting with you all.
(Disclaimer: Christine here. I feel like I should apologize for my character. I never approve of anything he does. . .ever. I just. . .don’t know what to do with that boy. Sorry. *facepalm*)