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Post by Spike on Jan 20, 2006 4:24:56 GMT -5
I wake up to the sound of the door closing. I rub my eyes and look to my side to see that Gertrude had left. I slowly got up and started to remove my bandages from my arm and chest. My wounds finally healed. "Hm... Good as new." I grinned. I got out of the coffin and got dressed.
I walked out of my room and walked to the kitchen and got a blood pack and glass. I poured the blood into the glass and started to drink it. "Ah that hit the spot." I finished drink the blood in the bag. I walk out of the kitchen and walk to Gertrude's room to see if she's there. I knock on the door. I wait for 30 seconds but no one answers the door. I sigh. I walk down the stairs and see Gertrude in the hallway. "Hello." Then I whisper into her ear. "Today was great."
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Post by econdha on Jan 20, 2006 7:50:33 GMT -5
It was cold, sleeping next to a vampire. Gertrude shivered and crept silently out of the coffin. She stared down at it for a moment. 'What have I done? Even though they were allies in this war, the vampires were not to be trusted.
She knew that, and yet...Than had kissed her last night in more than thanks. The house emptied quickly that day. Everyone who didn't have patrol or immediate duties was making the most of what little time off they had. Which meant the house stayed reletively clean, and the food supplies weren't unduly drained.
There was, however, the issue of the furniture. For some reason, things broke more often now that the vamps were here. The Garrou, not readily adapted to life indoors for long stretches anyway, had pent up energy. The scent of the enemy in their home was enough to drive half the wolves mad.
Gertrude stared at the couch. As far as she knew, no one else was still in the house, besides the Leaders. She wasn't the least bit inclined to bother them. She headed into the hallway, when Thanatos sauntered down the stairs. 'Mistake. Something inside her shouted.
"Hello." He said in a friendly manner. Then, leaning close, and brushing her furry hair off her neck he whispered in her ear. "Today was great."
He hadn't regretted it, then? Even though she wasn't even his species? She blinked and pulled away. "What are you doing for the next few hours?" Than's eyes widened and he smiled. "I mean, there's a couch that I need to get fixed, but I can't get it into the cart alone. Would you be willing to come to town with me?"
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jan 20, 2006 8:35:03 GMT -5
The moon was bright that night, lighting the territory up with its glow as the countless of people were either drinking their fill in saloons, or resting away the night and waiting for the sun to return. How unfortunate for this one particular man, whom, while his family were snoozing away, happened to come out of a certain saloon and run into the wrong guy, in the wrong place, and the wrong time.
His breathing was frantic, his heart was beating loader then a drum, and his feet wore soar from running. This poor, terrified and desperate man was being chased, running for his life to escape his inevitable death. He made turn after turn, knocking on houses in pleas for help. But no one would dare open up their doors, staying safe inside their comfy homes. The man reached the church doors, the only place that would finally open up for him. The priest inside allowed the man entry and quickly closed the doors shut.
While outside, the predator calmed followed his preys sent, humming a little tune as he casually walked after him. He had hopes of some fool allowing him entry to their home, so he might have a more wide-spread feast. He wish came true as he approached the large church. The man inside sat in front of the door, his ear pressed up against it to listen for anyone one whom might approach. All was silent. The man began to weakly laugh in relief, he managed to escape the beast who was ‘chasing’ him. Or so he thought.
“Why son, whatever is the matter?” Questioned the old, concerned priest. “Father, you’re not going to believe me, but I swear it’s the truth! I was being chased by a vampire, but I think I lost him. He almost got me but I managed to get away.” “My lord, that sounds terrible. Don’t worry my child, this the heavenly house of god, no cruel beast can enter here. You are safe.” Assured the priest as he lent the man his hand to help him up off the floor.
Just before the man could sit back up, a large pale hand slammed through the door, grabbing at his throat. The man jumped up and ran away, but the creatures claws slit across the mans throat as he made his escape, causing him to seal his own doom. The man grabbed his throat in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. He fell down to his knees until finally collapsing in the pool of blood that had now formed beneath him. The priest back away, frightened beyond imagination, staring down at the lifeless body on the floor and then over at the whole that was left in the door. He tripped and feel down on his ass, left frozen in fear.
The church doors began to creak open, revealing the beast that stood behind them. The priest was surprised to see that this beast wasn’t a beast at all, but instead a human man, or so he through. He was expecting a furious, demonic beast a blood covered body and horns. But instead he saw this, the mere appearance of a man, finely dressed in a black tuxedo suit. The preacher weakly made his way off the floor, his body still shaking from the fear of what just happened.
“Thank the heaven, I thought you were the monster. Quick, we must affirm the authorities and alert the town.” Shouted the priest as he made his way to the door.
He grabbed hold of the Priest’s shoulder before he could leave. “Aw, come now, theres no need for that…” He gave a slight grin as he showed off the large set of fangs. The priest jumped back in horror as he saw the fangs, he had heard rumors of vampires looking like that of mere men, but his beliefs had he believing they had a far more demonic view to them. He slashed at the priests, his claws leaving a trail through his black clothing with blood oozing down to stain the fabric. The priest turn and ran the other way, the vampire quickly following him down the hall of seats and chairs. The priest grabbed his bible off of the stand he had preached from many times before. He turned and held the bible out in front of him.
“Get out of this house of god, you evil creature!” Shouted the priest. But his attempts to ward off the vampire were in vain, as he continued to approach. “Under the name of Jesus, the holy ghost, and…” the vampire stopped him before he could continue anymore, smacking the book out of his hands and grabbing him by his neck.
“Don’t worry preacher, you shall be with your precious god very soon.” With that said, he quickly sunk his blades into the priest’s neck and drained him of his blood. Upon finishing his meal, he twisted the priests lifeless head around and torn it off with ease, planting the head on the stand from which the priest would preach from, if he was still alive. He did this simply to insure that his victim would stay dead, and not simply revive as one of the undead.
Calmly he whipped the blood of his lips, “Thank you so much for the sermon, preach. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. God bless.” With that said, he turned and made his way out of the church. He walked down the streets until he approached the black smiths, whom which was storing his automobile, the newest invention of the time. Only the most finest and wealthy of people had one. He entered the building, the door unlocked. He stepped past the Black Smith’s lifeless and beheaded body, the one whom he paid visit to earlier that day when he stored his automobile.
“Thank you kindy sir, you’ve done a most excellent job of watching my merchandise.” He always did have a bad habit of talking to his victims, particularly when their dead. He opened up the large doors in back so he could leave. After he checked the contents of the large black coffin he had strapped down in the back, he got in the drivers seat and started up the machine. He drove out and headed out of town and down the rode that would lead him to the town of Clementsvile, which doesn’t happen to be more then about 100 and so miles away.
After a fews hours of driving he was engulfed by endless swampland. His traveling speed was reduced, due to the moist ground below. If he came to a stop, he was sure the tires would sink and leave him trapped. Well, his vehicle, anyway. In the distance he could hear the howls wolves, not to mention smell them. But there was another distinctive odor about. Perhaps it was just the swamp, he didn’t know. There were also other sounds, sounds that didn’t match any animal he’s heard before. But it didn’t worry him too much, he felt safe… for now.
Almost a entire hour had passed without any threat, nothing more then the growling and howls that echoed from the distance. All seemed peaceful, but just like in the countless horror flicks, the action begins the minute things seem clear. Four raging chupacabra’s leaped from the trees, three landing near him, one on the hood. The beast stuck his head in the window, growling as it clawed for him. Using the only weapon he could, he jabbed his fingers into the creature’s eye sockets, causing it to fall and hang limp against the window.
He tried to turn the vehicle in time to dodge the chupacabra that was about to become rode kill, but unfortunately he didn’t act quite quick enough, and he ran right into it, crushing it into the ground and causing the vehicle’s front to bump up in the air. It landed back down with a hard THUD, the left wheel snapping from its mount. Shit. Fucking technology.
Quickly he jumped out of the vehicle, the other two chupacabras closing in after him. One was coming in from the front and the other the back. The first one leapt up and a screaming aerial assault. But, out of sheer luck on the most part, he draw out his blade and slices the critter in two while it was in mid air. Sadly, he didn’t know that the first attack was a mere distraction as the other got closer behind.
The chupacabra jumped up and attached itself to his back, digging its claws into his chest to hang on. It started to tear and lash wildly, howling its rage. He dropped the sword as he reached over his shoulders in a desperate attempt to grab hold of the creature. But his hands were quickly stopped by the sharp quills on the back of its neck. With this attempt a failure, he tried a alternative. He grabbed hold of it creatures long snout and flung it over him, its claws dragging across his chest on the way. He quickly planted his foot down on the creatures throat, using his other foot to kick its head back and snapping its neck.
He looked down at the damages the creature had made, the black blood running down his chest. Shit. This was a new suit, too. He sighed, seeing nothing fatal, just a few mere wounds. After picking up his discarded blade and sliding it back into its holster, he made his way over to the now disabled vehicle. Giving out another sigh he sliced the straps off of the coffin using his claws. Opening up the coffin he withdrew a large handgun which was strapped to the inside top, then he sealed the coffin back up. He picked up the large black coffin and carried it over his right shoulder, digging his claws in to the side while trying to keep its balance. Damn, this shit is heavy.
Aiming the pistol in his hand at all times, relaying on his hearing to detect any creatures before they even got close, he began walking down to rode, the extra weight slowing him down and causing his feet to sink deeper into the moist ground.. Shooting in the dark would be no problem for him, vampires have the ability to see very well in the dark, due to the hyperdilated iris’. His only hope now is to make it to the town before anymore of those creatures try to ambush him.
________________________ OOC: Sorry for the over use of 'he', the typos and grammer. No, I didnt spellcheck. Its not really typos I have a problem with, its just using a incorrect word all together. Like "were" instead of "where". It happens when I try to type too fast. Oh, and the dreaded typos that ruin the whole point, make no since, and make you go "wtf, how the hell did he mess that one up". If you dont like it, which you probably wont, you can go *bleep* yourself. Oh, thats right. I went there. And yes, there were automobiles back then. Few of them, probably prototypes. But hey, my character is fucking rich, why not have a automobile? Again, *bleep* you, you're just jealous![Sticks tounge out.]
Actually, had you read my post, you'd seen that I learned it from a lot of training. But I do see the inside pun there. So, lol.
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Post by The General on Jan 20, 2006 18:54:10 GMT -5
((Matt wants his character dead, so he's allowed me control of it so I can grant his wish.))
The howl that wrenched the night caused Cyrus to stand up quickly, his gaze falling to the forest. His eyes went wide with shock as he saw the several hunting parties that had remained in the forest, leaving, instead of finishing the hunt. What?! How could they just let the beasts escape further into the woods? Why did they not pursue?!
His eyes narrowed with anger. Very well, if they wouldn't do it, he would. He burst outside, running as fast as his legs would carry him, ripping off his clothes in the process. His flesh bulged as he ran, his bones snapping and moving to fit his form. Shimmering Cobalt fur wrapped around his quickly transforming body, growing upwards like a tidal wave. His face stretched forward, turning into the sleek muzzle of a wolf, his nails growing into curled talons.
He let out a howl in reply to that of the Chupacabra's, letting them know he was coming, and that they would die. As the others looked up for the source of the howl, he disappeared into the woods, bounding through the foliage and undergrowth.
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Cyrus quickly lost track of time as he ran through the forest, he only knew that it had been quite a while. He had been unnerved along his travels as well, as something out of the ordinary had happened, and was happening as he plowed forward. He had entered the very nesting ground of the Chupacabra, and yet he was not attacked once. When he looked up into their nests, all he saw were the mysterious eyes, boring into him. It was as though something or someone was ordering them to stand their ground.
He had also noticed that as he ran, a peculiar scent filled his sensitive nose. It was neither Chupacabra, nor Vampire, but Lycan. What was a Lycan doing this far out? Were the Chupacabra's more intelligent than they gave them credit for, and had actually taken prisoners? Either way, the scent bothered him.
He skidded to a halt as he finally breached the tree line and arrived at a clearing that he had never even known existed. His eyes traveled around the area until they fell on a large cave - with a vampire corpse hanging limp from chains embedded in the stone wall. He snarled lightly, Chupacabra may have been more intelligent than he had thought, but they certainly didn't know how to fashion chains. That was absurd.
The scent was stronger here as well, and he snarled once more, his hackles rising as he heard a noise come from the cave. Perhaps now he would find out what the hell was going on.
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The scent of the other Lycan had reached Cassius before he had even come close to the clearing. He had quickly given the Chupacabra’s the order not to attack, and they obeyed with unwavering loyalty. A trait that Cassius greatly enjoyed in them. Instead they allowed the filthy cur to enter the area, and then Cassius would deal with the mangy animal himself. He was curious as to how the remaining Elders, the ones he hadn’t killed that is, had handled the training of the Lycans now. He hoped it was just as harsh and brutal as it was when he attended, that way perhaps the creature would give him some sort of challenge. Then again, Cassius had lived in banishment for nearly one thousand years now, and now he was just a myth, a scary story mothers told their children to get them to sleep. In his absence, his species had grown weak and soft, calling upon the filthy vampires was a testimony to that.
As the Lycan entered the clearing and let loose a guttural growl at seeing the vampires carcass, Cassius slowly began to move forward, stepping into the waning light of the moon. He saw the Lycans visible shock at seeing him, mixed with a twinge of confusion.
“What’s happened here? Were you a prisoner of the Chupacabra’s?” The Lycan questioned in a guttural voice.
A low, chilling laugh rose from Cassius, his golden eyes looking over the other Lycan. “No,” He said, his voice just as chilling as his laugh, holding a deep melodious tone to it. “I was not one of their prisoners. In fact, I work with the Chupacabra’s on a daily basis, they’re not very warm company, but they make do.”
A growl of shock emanated from the Lycan, his eyes widening slightly. “You mean, you’re the one who killed that vampire? You’re the one directing the beasts, and you’re the reason that our people are dieing?”
“Our people?” Cassius asked, obviously amused. “You and the rest of the simpering dogs like you are hardly my people.”
“You bastard.” The Lycan snarled in reply. “How could you?!” He paused, calming for a moment. He had just been told that one of his own kind was working with the Chupacabra and this…this…traitor had just admitted it to him without trying to hide it at all? “Why are you telling me this?” He hissed accusingly.
“Do you think I worry that you might tell everyone about me?” Cassius replied with a question of his own, a small smirk on his thin lips.
“What makes you think I won’t,” He hissed back venomously, his reply more of a statement than a question.
“What makes you think I’m going to allow you to leave here alive?” Cassius poised a thin eyebrow as he said this, enjoying the stench of fear and hatred that emanated from the Lycan in such amounts that it was nearly sickening.
Cyrus arched his back loosing a rabid snarl, his talons poised to strike Cassius. “You’re a fool to think that I, Cyrus, would fall to a traitor like you!” He growled back, preparing to rush the white haired lycan.
“Such confidence,” Cassius commented, shaking his head. “It’s a pity I’m going to have to kill you.”
With a howl of anger, Cyrus rushed forward, charging Cassius at full speed, his glinting in the moonlight and his mouth opened wide as he prepared to bite into Cassius’ flesh. His eyes went even wider with surprise as Cassius nimbly side stepped, dodging the full rail assault with the ease of dodging a charging child. He snarled once more, turning to face Cassius, undeterred at his opponents astonishing speed.
Cassius was visibly disappointed. His species truly had grown soft, and for that, he would kill this Lycan not so much because he had to, but because he felt a sheer sense of pity for its own pathetic weaknesses and flaws.
As Cyrus rushed forward again, attempting the same stupid tactic as last time, Cassius chose not to move this time. Instead he crouched at the last instant, slamming his fist straight into Cyrus’ jaw, standing up as the Lycan’s body flipped into the air and hit the ground with a crash. “Hm, is that all you can do, mutt?” Cassius asked slowly. “I expected more than this.”
Staggering to his feet, Cyrus did something that Cassius did not expect. He lunged forward instead of recollecting himself, sinking his fangs into Cassius’ shoulder, blood spurting as the teeth forced their way in. Cassius grimaced, hiding the pain that swept through his body. He raised a single hand, holding it flat so the sharp claw-like nails were aligned perfectly with one another. “Die with the satisfaction of knowing that you at least managed to scratch me.” He said, and without another word, plunged his hand forward, slamming it into Cyrus’ chest and out the other side.
No noise came from Cyrus’ throat as he hit the ground on his knees, unwilling to whimper from the pain, even in death. “Who…who the hell are you?” He managed to grit out as Cassius removed his hand, blood flowing down his arm.
“I am Cassius, the last of the White Wolves,” He replied flatly. “And I am the last thing you will ever see.” He placed both hands on either side of Cyrus’ head, and with a brief twist, snapped his neck.
“Gaara,” Cassius called out, slowly walking away from the carcass of the slain Lycan.
Silently the Chupacabra walked out of the shadows, leering at the dead body.
“You may feed on the Lycan as you please,” Cassius said as Gaara moved towards the carcass. “But I want the head in a bag.”
A low growl came from Gaara to say that he understood completely and almost instantly he began to feed off of the Lycan.
“Oh, and Gaara?” Cassius added. “Hurry up and be done with it. When you’re done, I want that body, and the head on post, delivered to the building the Lycans and Vampires are staying in. The Elders will understand, it’s what I did to their own. I’ve hid in the shadows long enough…it’s high time they know I’m back.”
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Post by The General on Jan 20, 2006 18:55:57 GMT -5
((Now what is with that amazingly long space between my post and my signature...? Hm....))
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 21, 2006 23:51:54 GMT -5
(Hey, sorry i havnt been in, i will make my next post on Monday,Great job as usual General on RPing.Now i can get into my Slayer.)
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Post by econdha on Jan 22, 2006 21:52:48 GMT -5
They found Cyrus on a Monday. Gertrude and Than walked outside carrying the couch and found him. The chupas must have placed him there after everyone had left. They got him down and brought him into the house. When they informed the Leaders, their reaction was startling, they immediately went to inspect the body. They forbade the two 'pups' to enter the room again, instructing them to continue with their errands.
Little did they know, by the time they returned, Cyrus's body would have disappeared. Denied the honor of a proper disposal, his remains would rest in a shallow and unmarked grave out in the marsh. The elders wanted no word of this getting out.
Gertrude was silent on the ride into town. She'd known Cyrus for a long time. Not well, but she'd met him at many of the pack gatherings since she was a pup. Now, in the middle of a war, he'd been murdered. Despite the chupa wounds...did they count as wounds if they were inflicted post mortum...She knew he had been killed by a Garrou. Those wounds were unmistakable. 'As though war isn't difficult enough without traitors.'
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Post by Setg on Jan 23, 2006 3:54:23 GMT -5
Titus tried to raise up, and managed it painfully. he thought of Claude's words as he reached to his neck and found the bandage.
"Wh-what happened?"
"The chupas hit hard and fast" intoned Claude "they attacked with intelligemce and power, and yourself, Gertrude and Than are lucky to be alive, Fletcher, however wasn't so lucky."
Titus had figured as much, he'd glanced over during his fight with the chupa, and seen the vampire struggling.
"How many did we kill?" he questioned grimly.
"The one you were struggling with died, as did two others that Gertrude and Than were fighting with."
"It's not enough," Titus replied, his jaw set firm in anger "it's not enough."
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 25, 2006 17:49:10 GMT -5
As Pierce slowly walked to the edge of the town he was still burning.His head throbbing his heart beating an extra step.If this kept up he didn't know how long he could stand.He looked out over the town. It was a seemingly normal community. Sort of run down but livable he thought. Much better than the tents he was forced to live in as he traveled.He was about to take a step forward when he heard a rustling in the bushes. Before he could turn around he felt the hot, fluid like feeling of blood running down his neck. His head cleared, and went blank as the ground came up to meet his face. **********************************************************************************************************************************************************
The darkness led to a light that was his past. Being with the slayers all of his life, he has been trained to the "T". One of the best actually, like an innate sense of combat.He remembered the many "friends" he had. If you could call them that. Many of his other age group hated and despised him for his origin. I guess abandoned and picked up off the streets isn't the best of Noble births.But there were some, or just one. A person who was always there for him. Verona, she had black hair to her waist,Green eyes, and a face and body of none that he had seen.Pierce could say that she was the closest to a friend he had. He would like things to be more but he didn't know how, and Nelson wouldn't have it.
Ah, Nelson, the biggest dick Pierce had ever known. He was shorter than the average male,brown hair, yellow eyes, and the most arrogant attitude ever.He was in Love with Verona as well, he was obsessed. Yet he couldn't get the hint that she was not interested that made Pierce laugh even in his dreams. As he dreamed on more he was suddenly shook violently back to reality.
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Slowly opening his eyes he saw Verona, a smile came onto his face, a rare occurrence. But it quickly faded as he saw Nelson in the back ground."Wha........What happened?" He said his eyes opening and his hand went back to his wound that was probably on his head. But his hands were held close by what looked to be a silver chain. "What is the meaning of this?!?!?!?!?!" He thrashed with rage.Verona's face was twisted with fear and sadness. But Nelson's was that of a smile and a grin from ear to ear. "Who hit me?" Pierce looked around for a moment and then frowned, "Why is none answering the questions?! Why am i restrained!!?"
"CALM YOURSELF PIERCE!" Nelson yelled over the sound of Pierce trying to escape the bonds. "I hit you, we did not know if you had turned, you have been missing for quite a while, a few days." Pierce's eyes widened as he said, "But how, all i remember is another beast attacking me........." He looked to the corner of the big tent were one of the creatures was layed against the wall. "Yes, we met with these creatures on our way there and back. I guess your recon work was not done? don't answer that, here is the best part," Verona turned and slapped him, "You heartless bastard......" She turned to Pierce, "You were.....bi...bitten, but we cant tell by what.But you are turning...."
"Which means you are to be honorably executed." A tear streamed down Verona's face as she hugged him and ran from the tent before Pierce could even react to all of the news. The smile was now half red from the crimson marks of Verona's fingers."You dint know how long i have waited for this....She may like you, but that is irrelevant now." He laughed as he lifted a silver sword from his rack."I specifically asked for this pleasure...." Pierce's gaze could have cut through a boulder he was so furious. "They are going to kill me just because i may be turning into a creature.................but...thats what i have been trained and have done all my life....." Pierce thought to himself, and the shock of it made him yell. But instead of a human yell it was a guttural howl of a beast. One that even made Nelson take a step back. "Finally my moment of triumph.." He lifted the blade and planted it into the gut of Pierce.
The pain was unbearable, but he was unable to scream. Blood rushed up to his throat and came from his mouth.His eyes seemed to fill with an emptiness, his heartbeat coming to a slowed pace. Pierce died with his angry gaze on Nelson's heart. Nelson lifted the blade out and savored the look of blood on it. "Now to go quell the fair maiden's tears," he spoke to himself as he placed the blade on the rack.As he neared the opening of the tent he heard movement behind him.
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Pierce's thoughts quieted and he excepted the grave, falling into his eternal slumber, but something stopped him. In a flash he saw memories of two girls playing, then they were fighting each other, then holding a baby. Placing it on the street the memories then went to fast for him to notice.Pierce's conscience seemed to sit in darkness for years in what was really a minute. "Am i going to let that asshole Nelson have his glory?" One voice in his head said, "Hell no, get up, fight back. Don't falter!" Another screamed back, "But this is what i have done for my whole life.....maybe i deserve this fate.....it is my way of repenting for what i now see is a foolish quest for dominant species." Yet another voice said, all the voices sounded like him but then a guttural growl of a voice spoke, "How can you repent if you are dead...get up, get up, GET UP!!!!" It screamed, and Pierce opened his eyes, his body convulsing.
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 25, 2006 17:51:12 GMT -5
His gasp had first made Nelson turn, but he was horrified as he saw Pierce arching to escape the bonds. The scream of rage and pain escaping his gaping maw exposed the many rows of sharp fangs coming in. Not that of a Lycan or vampire. Pierce felt the pain in his head return as a pounding drum. He tried bringing his hands to his face and heard the snap of the chains as his hands felt at his cheeks. Pierce closed his eyes, he rolled onto the ground and ripped off his shirt. His bones were snapping and rearranging into place. His Chest was expanding, his muscles expanding, His skin seemed to begin a change from a nice tan peach to a shimmery, iridescent hue. His mouth began to form a snout but it stopped before reaching the full lycan length.Bony claws jutted through his gloves and boots as he stripped them.His hair from his head grew down his face was bestial. He had more human features than Lycan though he looked clearly feral.
Pierce turned, his eyes still closed he was breathing hard, the transformation wasn't painless. Opening his eyes, the once white with brown innards started to shatter, revealing a Jet-black glean. Nelson looked on in horror at the beast now in front of him."What the hell are you...!" He went to reach for his sword but Pierce was already there. With superhuman strength and speed he ripped his claws through Nelson's shoulder. Muscles and tissue was passed through like a hot knife through butter and he screamed. Pulling his right hand up Pierce back handed Nelson with all his might. He was long dead before he lifted the ground and Pierce knew it. His jaw and right side of his face had shattered to unrepairable lengths, as he flew up through the tents side. The tent was wrenched from it place in the ground by the force of the hit. Seemingly to unveil the new enemy.
Standing in all of his glory Pierce surveyed the area. It was all dark but for the moon. Yet he could see like it was sun up. there were 6 of them left.They had all lifted their crossbows before they knew what had happened. They saw a mostly humanoid figure standing as the tent flapped in the wind. "Fire! Pierce has turned," As the man said that he had already bound forward. His claws held at ready Pierce saw the arrows flying. He was to into his primitive rage to notice how they came like slow motion to him and he ducked under them. Ramming his hands into two of the slayers who had shot he roared in an effortless lifting of the two men and ripped through their bones hitting the hearts. Dropping the man on his left hand he hurled the one on the right to the nearest Slayer. Pierce screeched as he pounced on the fallen opponent, planting his teeth into the screaming victims neck.The blood covered his face as he drained her.He stopped abruptly though as two arrows slammed into his back. He turned and growled at the two insolent fools. Ripping out the throat of the woman on the ground he turned to the others. He walked fast up to them as they attempted with swords. Dodging the attacks he flipped over them and grabbed them by the back of their necks. He lifted them and slammed their faces into the ground. One died and the other lost most teeth in his mouth. Dropping them Pierce kicked back and broke the neck of the toothless man.
There before him was the last, a defenseless female, she was crying and talking. "P...p...Pierce.....look at...look at me, dont...you recognize me.........Verona?" The name rang through his head as his claws stopped right in front of her face. As blood dripped from his being he squinted his eyes and ran off. His speed was as grand as his strength as he reached the forest and dodged in and out of trees until he couldn't be seen. (For those of you who dont know what my character is he is a Hybrid of Lycan and Vampire)
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Post by econdha on Jan 26, 2006 10:27:25 GMT -5
S'yuit-de. You should have gotten the girl too. She's gonna come after you.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jan 26, 2006 17:09:21 GMT -5
Interesting, Red. You mean a vampire came up behind you and sunk his fangs into your neck, thus infecting you with the vampire virus that will soon make you one of the undead. But how and when does the werewolf get involved? He comes up and bites your faited body for no reason, then leaves without tearing you appart and devouring you? Or were you already a lycan? I thought you were a vampire killer or something... a human. Or were you a vampire and it was a werewolf that bite your neck and left without tearing your body apart and feasting on your corpse? Im confused.
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 26, 2006 22:02:27 GMT -5
Interesting, Red. You mean a vampire came up behind you and sunk his fangs into your neck, thus infecting you with the vampire virus that will soon make you one of the undead. But how and when does the werewolf get involved? He comes up and bites your faited body for no reason, then leaves without tearing you appart and devouring you? Or were you already a lycan? I thought you were a vampire killer or something... a human. Or were you a vampire and it was a werewolf that bite your neck and left without tearing your body apart and feasting on your corpse? Im confused. It will all be explained later in the story, but i thought i already told you how it happened to him........Oh well.
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 27, 2006 17:49:03 GMT -5
(Were are you guys)
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Post by Setg on Jan 30, 2006 7:44:58 GMT -5
Titus rose slowly, the pain still throbbing through his body. He'd managed to heal himself, yet not completely. Claude had left earlier, and he'd managed to get some more rest. He heard the truck heading into town. Gertrude and the others must have gone for supplies; he'd seen the depleted supply levels thanks to the vampires.
He rose and looked out of his window at the view. the last few rays of the sun danced on the horzon their amber hues mixing with the cool blue of the forthcoming night. The bluff leading down to the bayou was trampled with footmarks and pawmarks, and curiously, there was a patch of blood on the grass just before the house. He would have to see what this was, although with all the fighting, he wouldn't be suprised if it was his own. He stood and dressed slowly, his dark pants with a whit dress shirt untucked. He was not in the mood, phsically or mentally for formal wear and anyone who objected would have to suffer. He opened his door and made his way downstairs.
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Post by Spooky on Jan 30, 2006 21:37:53 GMT -5
Name: Nick Narricus
Age: 218 (Body of a 27 year old, knowledge of an ancient.)
Height: 181 cm (around 6 foot)
Weapons: Long Dagger, Fangs, Rope, Fighting Technique, Environment.
Appearance: Dark Brown hair, gold in the light. Greeny Blue eyes, palish but not sickly white. Black Leather Trenchcoat concealing resources and weapons. Black Jeans.
Biography: Bitten 200 years back Nick has had to adapt to the new life, the dawning of Automobiles, guns and the dawning of a new age. Very Intellegent, Fast Thinking, can use Environment as weapons, recources and lots of useful stuff. He still hides the two hides the two bite marks on the left of his neck...
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Post by econdha on Jan 30, 2006 21:44:59 GMT -5
Automobiles haven't really dawned. They're around but they're still really new. For example, we don't have one, we're still on the horse and cart system.
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Post by Spooky on Jan 30, 2006 22:03:49 GMT -5
((Oh... Well he'd still know about them, right?))
Nick hastily awoke to see the last embers of the fire slowing to nothing more than a pile of ash. The position of the moon told him it was 8 pm or so. The day was over, it was time for breakfast. Warily he got up and heard a light snap in his knee as it straightened from the long sleep. He strode over to the empty cave behind him. Drip... Drip... That would have been the natrual spring in here. As Nick's eyes quickly focused in and adjusted to the dark he found his wood pile. It was going to rain tonight, he'd be hunting Chupacabra. Nick got some good sized logs and some pines twigs and got them into a fire formation. He'd want a fire going as soon as he returned... If he returned. The last Chupacabra had almost sliced across his back, had he not jumped fdived in time it would have cut clean through his back.
That Chupacabra was now at the bottom of the murkey depths of the swamp. He'd been camping in the cave for two weeks now, the Chupacabra count was about 15. Whatever needed to be done had been done. Traps, hand to hand, stealth and surprise. He'd seen plenty more of course, the swamp was littered with them. Checking the cave that everything was hidden he threw the remains of the fire in the lake and went outside. The it poured down. "Just my luck."
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Post by Spooky on Jan 30, 2006 23:30:31 GMT -5
The rain soon turned the ground into mushy, ankle deep mud. In the far away distance the howl of a Chupacabra could be heard, it was cut off my a short whine. Crouching down he jumped to a high branch of a tree and continued up it, swinging from branch to branch like an acrobat. Soon Nick was at the top, it was like a hollowed out lay back area. The thick leaves and twigs sheltered him from even the toughest rain. Now he was about 80 meters above the ground. Below he'd finished setting up a trap between two trees, the other was the same height as his. The Trat had taken about twnety minutes to set up, not bad considering sometimes it can take 2 hours. A human body- undrained of it's blood- was nestled on the ground, underneath the corpse was a 4 inch wide, 6 foot long sharpened log, right around the body was a sort of pully function, only it's object was to push, thrust the log up into the head, or body of the Chupacabra. He'd made sure that the corpse was the only food for a square kilometer. He'd put a marking on it so Werewolves would, hopefully, know it was a trap. If not he'd have to stop them.
Half an hour passed before a white Chupacabra came into site. It stopped and sniffed the air. It instantly bolted for the food. Nick smiled, which was soon cut short when he heard heavy breathing behind him. He could smell the smell of dead animal, he could feel the hot breath on his back... He could see the reflection of a Chupucabra on his knife. He pretended he didn't know it was there, looking down at the ground. Instinctively, the Chupa was waiting for Nick to make the first move. Quickly, he lashed out with a thrust kick, pushing the Chupcabra off of the side of the tree. He looked over. It had it's claws dug into the bark, still hanging on. He got his rope and slowly let it down. Looping it around the Cabras neck, with a swift upwards jerk, the Chupacabra lost it's grip, it was now haning in mid air, the rope the only thing supporting it-- By it's neck. He came out to the edge of a branch and tied a secure knot at the end of it. The Chupa Struggled but couldn't reach it's hands high enough to do anything. Nick could drop it, but from this height the Animal would go into a natrual freefall, it'd barely even be hurt if it hit the ground. The Chupa slowly stopped moving, but it wasn't dead, it's muscles were to strong for it to be hung. It wasn't going anywhere soon though. Going to the other side of the tree he looked at the trap. The Chupa was gone. So was the Corpse. A large trail of blood led yo where the Chupacabra had come from in the first place. The blood looked like it had been strugglign to move, he'd find him. The blood was a dead giveaway. Going back to the tree the Chupa was still in it's place. Silently, he slid down the rope and stopped when he hit the Chupacabras head. It acted as a little base to stand on. He heard the slide of the rope and looked up. The White Chupacabra was attempting to undo the knot. After a few seconds of frustration it clawed at the rope and slowly, but cheekely said, "Going down." Nick leaped to the side and grabbed hold of a branch. He saw the Chupa hit the ground, head first. He was wrong, it hadn't gone into freefall. Maybe because it tensed up? The Chupa Leaped at him, he'd be on top of him at the forest floor in ten seconds. As the Chupacabra came to him he jumped to the side then grabbed hold of the baboon-like creature, he was now riding the Cabra. He held the knife up so the tip was to it's neck. Not more than a second before impact he moved his hand but left the knife them, allowing it to go through it's throat. The Ambhibious animal was Stun Mullet for a good few seconds, which Nick took advantage of. He moved his finger around until he felt a pulse, he quickly thrust the dagger into the artery. Blood was just pissing out, the heart pumped enough pressure to send it straight out into the air. Raising his knife above the Chupacabras head, he brung it down. Fast. But not fast enough. The Beast rolled out of the way and leapt to it's feet. Nick ran up the Chupacabras body until he feet were at the head. He diagonally came down on the cheek, twisting it's neck. Now, the two chupacabras were well and truly dead. He made his way back to his cave, when he remembered the log. He looked up to see the log coming down and rolled to the side. It was off by a good view meters but better safe than sorry. "Mamea!"
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 31, 2006 17:48:08 GMT -5
Come on Lieutinent, Colonel, General.....helo lol
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