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Post by econdha on Jan 6, 2006 17:56:33 GMT -5
Explanation: The year is 1900. The Victorian era is drawing to a close. Immigrants are flooding into the US of A. Not all of them human. Following a coup among the Eratolu (giant Central American spiders) Chupacabran refugees have moved north. Their presence in the forests and wilds has sparked conflict with the territorial Werewolf population. The war has been raging in the rurals of the southern half of the US for 40 years. The Chupacabra are currently winning, but a new scent blows on the winds of change. The Werewolves have enlisted their sometime allies, sometime rivals, the vampires to help them take back their territories. This alliance may prove even more deadly than the war itself. Only time will tell... OOC: Long and the short of it, Weres and Vamps vs Chupas. We're gonna keep the Chupas NPC. This RP will take place in Clementsville(pop 1,700) a small town in Southern Louisiana. This town is very secluded, surrounded in every direction by 60-70 miles of swamp. The perfect place for monsters and a major strategic point in the war. There are huge, old populations of both Weres and Vamps. The chupacabra are present in equal or greater numbers. Battles are limited to the surrounding swamps. The Chupacabra will not come closer than the most outlying homes(without a DARN good reason that I approve) because they don't have the advantage of looking human. They ARE sentient, though, not just freakish animals. They can speak the human tongue, but mainly rely on their own kind of sign language. Since they are from Central America, most of them probably don't speak english. Regarding the nature of vampires: We're playing with pretty much standard vampires. Their method of reproduction is the method outlined in Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles(IE: Interveiw With the Vampire.) Once they become a vampire, and 'die' their body returns to the state it was in at death.(there's a whole other set of rules for half vampires, but there won't be any of those in this RP, so I'll skip that part.) They are vulnerable to fire, garlic, holy relics, and silver. They don't explode into dust when their skin is penetrated by these things, it acts as it would on a human body. Garlic acts like Xeno acid. They look like humans, no wings, no tails, no demonic appendages. Regarding the nature of Werewolves: These are pretty much your standard werewolves. They bite someone, in their garrou form on the full moon, that person becomes a werewolf. They are also capable of breeding. They have 3 different forms- human, wolf and garrou(stereotypical werewolf.) They are vulnerable to fire, silver, wolfsbane(it's a plant) and suffocation(drowning). Regarding the nature of Chupacabras: These are mexican/central american legends. They are said to drain the blood out of animals, leaving just a dry husk. They are amphibious baboon kind of things. They have a mane of quills down the back of their neck. Their necks are the most vulnerable point in their immensly tough hide. They are superhumanly strong and fast, though only about 5 feet tall.  [b}Note:[/b] This RP takes place in victorian times. You may want to consider that when naming your char. Good girls names, the boys names on this list all look like last names, but they actually named their kids stuff like that. My personal favorite is about the 7th down in the boy's list. www.alternativebabynames.com/index.php?goto=victorian
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Post by Lexa on Jan 6, 2006 23:35:12 GMT -5
Um, this sounds very enticing...I think I may just have to join this one  |
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 8, 2006 3:47:45 GMT -5
Name: Cyrus
Age: 360
Hieght: 4'1 foot wolf/6'4 human/8'1 Garrou
Hair: Pitch Black/In human form down to his neck
Face: Strong, showing leadership,
Eyes:Wolf yellow/Human brown/Garrou Silver
Weapons: Claws, Teeth,cross around neck,Long Sword,Martial Arts(Human Form Only),Longsword
Clothing: Torn Jeans,black button down shirt,trench coat
(Forget the stats, it is going to give everyone the wrong interpretation of how smart strong fast ect my character is.)
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Post by Spike on Jan 8, 2006 3:58:43 GMT -5
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Post by econdha on Jan 8, 2006 6:52:06 GMT -5
Name: Gertrude Ellis
Age: 320-340
Height: 4 feet wolf form/ 5'4 human form/ 7'1 Garrou form
Hair: Motled silver with black tips/ white
Weight: 190/ 112, 320
Face: Long and narrow, 'horsefaced'
Eyes: orange
Weapons: Teeth, claws, meter long spear, wrapped in steel wire for grip, and so it can't be cut, has a crosspiece at the end.
Armor: Black jacket with spikes on the shoulders. Torn black shirt, repaired with fishnet, loose black cargo fatigues.
Clothing: black jeans and a long, loose tank top. Long ratty leather trenchcoat with an oversized hood.
Strength: 7
Speed: 4
Intelligence: 8
Defense: 8
Attack: 5
OOC: the stats don't really mean anything in this kind of RP, guys, they're for dice games. The empty character sheet I sent you is the most general of catchalls. It's supposed to work for pretty much any game, some of the games I play require stats. It's a guide, not the law.
But since you all posted your stats, I may as well post mine to see how I measure up.
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Post by The General on Jan 8, 2006 7:17:52 GMT -5
Clawed paws pounded the ground, loose soil flying into the air as the Lycan stumbled through the clearing, blood splattering the ground from a wound in it's side as it collapsed to the gound, gasping with fatigue, it's usually feral eyes now stricken with fear and loathing. It was clear from the way it merely acted, struggling to stand that this once proud Hunter was now being Hunted.
Gasping for breath, the wounded Lycan finally dragged itself up off of the ground, limping foreward, the soft light of the moon illuminating the thick red blood that matted down the silver streaked fur. It's flickered slightly, dimming from the blood loss...knowing it didn't have much time left for this world, it gave a mournful howl, letting it's companions know that it was going to die...and make a final stand.
The only sound that could be heard was the stready drip of the falling blood, and the ragged breathing of the wounded creature, which became more and more paniced with each passing silence filled second.
A snaping sound caught it's attention and immediately it whirled around, backing up under a thick tree, snarling weakly. It's dazed eyes searched frantically for the origin of the noise, but found nothing.
Slowly it turned around...right into the face of the creature hunting it.
Without time to react, the Lycan merely crashed to the ground as the Chupacabra dropped from the Tree Branch it was hanging upside down from, lunging onto the Lycan with full force. Jumping back, the Chupacabra snarled, saliva dripping from it's long, tooth filled maw.
Only Five feet in height, the Chupacabra stood a full three and a half feet shorter than the massive Lycan, and yet it remained undaunted. Two eerie, chilling white pupiless eyes pierced into the lycan, boring deep into it's soul. Slightly hunched over, the Chupacabra's shoulders were wide set, framing a considerably bulky torso, leading to a thing waist and two smaller, yet muscle corded legs.
Tinted Green fur covered most of the creature, short and bristle like, getting thicker and thicker along the edge of the chest and shoulders until they gave way to thick quill like spines that completely covered it's back, sticking straight up at the moment.
The Chupacabra circled Lycan for a moment, before lunging forward, it's clawed hands wrapping around the Lycans jaws. The weakened Lycan hardly put up a fight, only trying to claw and push the creature off, but to no avail. They hit the ground rolling over, before the Chupacabra slammed it's clawed foot into the lycans side, pinning it to the ground as it pried the jaws open, spreading them wide.
A shower of blood rained into the sky as the jaws were pulled so far apart the muscle and skin ripped open, the skull cracking in the process, killing the Lycan instantly. With a display of sheer brute force, the Chupacabra snapped the lower jaw in half, jamming the teeth into the brain for good measure.
Then something horrific happened. The Chupacabra's jaw snapped down, dislocating, while two massive 4 inch, hollow fangs slid down into position. It slammed it's head down, burrying the fangs into th carcass, venom pumping into it. Within a matter of seconds, the Lycans insides liquified and the hollow fangs slid back into place, two differant shaped ones snapping down in their place. This time the fangs drained the body of what was left, leaving nothing but the dried remains.
A snarl emminated from it's throat as footsteps grew close, and with a single bound it dissapeared, leaving behind the carcass as a testimony to the threat it possessed.
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 8, 2006 15:12:39 GMT -5
The splash of his feet hitting the wet ground was all that could be heard besides the howling wind. Running through the swamp he knew that they were behind him.As his trench coat whirled around behind him he was trying to escape.
All of a sudden his running cam to an abrupt halt. There was a clearing with a dead Lycan in it.Quickly walking to him he could see his jaw was in his brain and his body limp and empty. As he stood to begin his run again he heard the slight creak of a branch.
He had tumbled infront of himself even before he heard the breath of the creature. Standing up he yelled at it, "I wont be slaughtered as my bretheren was!" Pulling a longsword from his back sheath he stood ready as the creature sized him up.
It tilted its head and then opened its mouth to let the drool that was building up start to drip to the ground.There was a long pause before the first attack was set into action. The man threw his sword as hard as he could at the beast.
There was only a second of time between the beast and sword but that was just enough for it to move. It then lunged in at him. Running at it he jumped and smashed his feet into the creatures back.With its strength it pushed him off and stepped back.
The man didnt have time to react as he was sent flying into a tree.Looking up he could see his sword in the hard trunk.He would have to time this just right. The Chupacabra circled him for a moment. The silence as painfull as if being bitten. But it ended abruptly a the creature let out a shriek and lunged in with its claws held high.
In a split second the Man grabbed his sword and brought it up. The monster's hands splatted blood as it landed on the sharp blade of the sword.With one fluent movement the man cut off the tops of the Chupa's hands.
It howled and fell back. "I said before you even tried I would not fall and you did not listen, now this is your end." Lifting his sword he ended the howls with a plunge into it's neck. Blood soacked into its fur as the man put his sword back. "I am Cyrus, no Chupacabra will kill me."
Just then he turned to see many of their cold staring eyes. They were watching the entire thing, and they were right there. Turning on a dime Cyrus ran. He was lucky for the city was right beyond the clearing...............................
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Post by econdha on Jan 9, 2006 3:26:58 GMT -5
The bluff on which the reletively new victorian style house sat, overlooked the swamps on three sides, and the town of Clementsville to the North. It was the southernmost limit of civilization for a hundred miles. Even though it was recently built, it had already taken on the dank, murky air of a hundred year old bed and breakfast.
The sky was beginning to grow light. Most of the guests of the house had had long nights, and dragged themselves in for bed before dawn. The last stragglers, two wild wild young men, who looked as though they'd spent the evening running headlong through a patch of brambles. They said weary goodnights to the woman standing on the porch.
She was wrapped in a grey woolen blanket. Vapor streamed off the cup of tea clutched in her hands. She finished off the last swallow and sighed. The sky was just turning that certain color of periwinkle. The air was chilly, even though the night had been fairly warm.
She did not enter the front door as the guests had. She hopped off the porch and walked around to the side of the house, entering the door to the kitchen. It would have been preferable if the kitchen had been open to the dining room beyond, in her opinion, but of course, due to the preferences of the guests and the sunny nature of the kitchen, that was not possible.
The cup went into the sink, the first of the mornings dishes. The pancake flour drew her with a call she didn't bother to answer. None of those who were awake would eat them. Instead she poured the freshly brewed coffee into 8 silver cups, and stopped to read the note Sallah had left on the icebox.
Gertrude-
Those ghastly beasts have broken Four (4) saucers, Three (3) teacups, One (1)
mug,Eight (8) dinner plates, and the milk pitcher, which was horribly stained
as well.Bring some replacements up from the storage shed.
One of those ruffians fell on the coffee table during a row and it will have to be
replaced. Go into town and have Bertram make us a new one. Tell him to put
stronger legs on it this time.
We shall also require Six (6) hams, Three (3) sides of mutton, One (1) bushel
of parsnips, and Two (2) of potatoes for dinner. Also, we are nearing running
out of drink, so pick up Twelve (12) gallons while you are at the butchers.
Everything going wonderfully,
Sallah
In the sitting room, the remains of the coffee table were in bad shape, but nothing a bit of glue and some nails couldn't fix. One of the men would have to see to it, she wouldn't have time today, despite the small size of the shopping list. Balancing the silver coffee tray on one hand, she opened a door and stepped into a room prescicely the size of a closet. Nudging open the far wall she made her way down the steps into the basement.
The constant hum of the water pumps which kept this and the sub-basement from being flooded was overwhelmed by shouting. "Coffee." The pronouncement brought a different kind of chaos to the room as the 7 debators rushed to get drinks. "Dr. Harrison has gone to bed?"
"Aye, Gertrude, she has. Bishop picked her up and shook her and she took her leave. She's probably down there reading." A large man with an easy smile said, swigging his coffee. Leonidas Llewellyn.
"She was growing obnoxious." Bishop said in her soft, lovely purr. Gertrude had envied her voice since they were children.
"And the fact that she is a vampire had nothing to do with your freeness in assaulting her." Leo laughed.
"Of course it did. If she was a werewolf instead of a vampire, she might have some sense." Normally this kind of interspecies jockularity would result in drawn weapons, but Bishop and Dr Harrison had been born twins in their human lives. Leonidas was Bishops husband, and was considered entitled to be in on their personal jokes.
"Well, I must speak with her. Continue on with your war room talk." Gertrude took the last cup of coffee and headed down into the sub basement, where the walkin ice box and the vampire sleeping areas were. The first door opened and one of the vampires stepped out. He was about average height, with attractive green and brown eyes. "Hello Than."
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Post by Spike on Jan 9, 2006 4:06:24 GMT -5
"Hello Gertrude. Would you mind moving out of my way?" Gertrude started to walk again. "Damn Garrous these days." Than continues to walk to the Living area. Then walks through the Living area into the kitchen. Than walks upto the Ice Box and opens it revealing bags of Blood. He picks up one of the bloods and walks to the cupboard and grabs a glass. He cuts open the bag and pours the blood into the glass. He drinks the whole glass in one go, then pours another glass of blood. He walks out of the kitchen with the blood pack in one hand and the glass in the other. He walks back to his room. Opens the door to his room and walks in.
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Post by Bronzy on Jan 10, 2006 2:34:21 GMT -5
Name: Tala
Gender: Female
Age: 104 [Appears 18]
Species: Lycanthrope
Pack: [No pack name]
Status: Beta
Territory: Clementsville
Human Appearance
Hair: Honey blonde
Eyes: Dark brown
Height: 5’7 [169 cm]
Weight: 60 Kg
Figure: Slim
Skin: Pale
Scars: A deep scar beneath her ribs and small scratches on her arms and legs.
Clothing: Dark brown satin long sleeved shirt, tatted hems, which hangs off her fore arm when raised. She wears a plain brown corset and a long tawny brown satin skirt with black lace hemming. Also her wears black and white striped socks that reach to her knee and a pair of pointed black laced-up boots.
Jewellery: A pewter pentagram necklace and six pewter bangles on each hand.
Wolf Appearance
Colour: White under belly and legs and mottled grey fur on her head, back and tail. Black tipped hackles along the ridge of her back.
Eyes: Amber
Height: 3’9 [113 cm]
Weight: 75 Kg
Garrou Appearance
Colour: Grey with black tipped hackles along the ridge of her back.
Eyes: Amber
Height: 6’11 [210 cm]
Weight: 95 Kg
---I hope no one minds if I join this role-play.
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Post by Setg on Jan 10, 2006 9:10:30 GMT -5
Name: Titus Stone
Gender: Male
Age: 149
Species Lycanthrope
Height: 5"7 human/4"2 wolf/6"9 Garrou form
Weight: 198/212/226
Appearance: Human: Black hair slightly greying, cut short in slight bangs, black overcoat covering black dress pants with white shirt and black waistcoat, no tie. Charcoal grey boots.
Wolf: Jet black, with dark grey underbelly,
Garrou: Balck with dark grey around arms, legs and midsections, large white scar bisecting midsection.
Weapons: Teetch and claws, silver edged blade kept in trenchcoat pocket, smaller throwing blade tucked into left boot.
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Post by Setg on Jan 11, 2006 8:29:11 GMT -5
Titus made his way wearily towards the house. The first rays of sunlight were slicing through the sky, and turning the dancing night sky a shade of burnt amber. He had hunted, and was sated, and all he required now was a bed and peace.
He opened the main door, noticing Gertude making her way to the kitchen entrance as he went. Probably to check our guests. "Guests" he snorted to no-one in particular. These bloodsuckers were once enemies of the werewolves, their sworn nemesis, and now these leeches were taking up rooms in the house! The idea of relying on a vampire for help was almost unbearable, but he had listened to the reasons put forward by Gertrude and the others and had seen the sense. The chupacabra had been slaughtering fellow lycanthropes in droves, and only by enlisting the vampires, did the werewolves really stand a chance of detroying the invaders once and for all.
He made his way through the sitting room, noting the damage caused. The anger raised and died in an instant, years of control teaching him to store the anger for a more, convienient, time to release it. he made his way up the creaking staircase and entered his room, the musky familiarity of it beckoning him in. He drew the curtains, and curled up in the sheets, and rested.
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Post by econdha on Jan 12, 2006 3:34:27 GMT -5
Gertrude's sharp ears caught the sound, even from the subbasement. She was up the stairs in an instant and opening the door. Off the bluff there was 200 feet of open marsh before the swamp started.
One of her brethren was bolting across the open feild. Unlike a human, he wasn't stumbling and glancing behind him every few steps. He was focusing everything on running. Which told her he was being pursued. Nothing was evident to her eyes, of course. But as he neared 3/4 of the way to safety, grey furry masses broke from the waters of the swamp and surrounded him. There were at least 5 of them.
Gertrude was off the porch and pulling on her trenchcoat before the first blow had been struck. She lept off the bluff. It was at least 50 feet down, and her momentum carried her a long way into the marsh. She pulled her weapon off her back as she fell, curling herself around it when she rolled.
The crosspiece of her weapon impacted a chupa's skull like a sledgehammer. It's bones popped with the blow and it turned, enraged. She spun the weapon point first into it's snarling mouth. It clawed at her, impaling itself further on the wooden point. She forced it to the ground and jerked the spear verticle, tearing the thing throat open, snapping it's jaw.
As she was doing this another lept at her. She waited until the last second before snap kicking it in the chest. Its near metallicly hard bones hurt even her superhumanly strong feet. The kick deflected the creature, though and she tore the weapon free of the first, driving it into the throat of the second.
A touch on her shoulder sent her leaping backwards. It was only the other Were, though. The four chupacabras had been defeated. "Let's get back to the house before more of them show up."
She led him up the path to the house, and down into the basement where the medical center was located. "You are in terrible shape. How long have you been running?"
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Post by Setg on Jan 12, 2006 5:40:13 GMT -5
The smell awoke Titus with a start, as though a train had roared past his ears. The smell of blood, not just Lycan, but chupacabra as well. Bolting upright, he raced to the window and looked outside. He saw Gertrude and Cyrus in battle with a grup of chupas. He smiled as he watched Gertrude move. she whirled and sliced like violence contained in motion, and soon with help from Cyrus, the chupas were gone. He frowned with slight worry. they had been getting closer to the plantation recently. The vampires arrival obviously unimportant to them. He lay back on the bed and tried unsuccesfully to sleep. Cursing the chupas for their persistence and causing his stirring, he made his way downstairs to check on Cyrus and Gertrude. He passed the sitting room again, and noted the devastation caused to the table inside. He cursed, loudly, the table had taken an age to make, and these vampires had no respect for belongings of the lycanthropes. He would look later for another tree to carve the table from, once the others were about and they could be sure of no more chupas.
He entered the war room, noting only a couple of his copatriates still agruing their point - the others having retired for the day. He went further into the sub-basement and immediately the smell hit him. He hated the smell, the stale, almost bat-like smell of the vampires. It aggravated his sensses like no other and he found himself wishing to rip open the door and fling them out into the sunlight and watch them burn. A cold smile spread over as face as he pushed away the desire. Another time, maybe? He made his to the medical centre in the basement and found Gertrude tending to Cyrus, furrowed claw marks lining his chest and upper arm. He sat down and waited to hear what had happened to Cyrus, and what had drawn the chupa so near to the house in the first place.
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 12, 2006 16:39:29 GMT -5
As Cyrus ran through the woods he was in sight of the house. Just about that time he was surrounded by Chupa's. He had little time to think as he ducked from one Jumping at him.
As it was over him he launched his blade up into its gut, cutting it down to its crotch.As the blood splatters onto his trench coat Cyrus sweep kicks another and cuts at its throat. As he turns he see's Gertrude finishing off another and smiles.
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In the house Cyrus looks at Titus walk in and he looks at the ground. "Iv been running long enough for me not to remember when i started. He looks around, "Any of the suck faces awake yet? No i wouldnt guess so. But the CHupa's are getting braver. I fear we will have an invasion soon enough."
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Post by econdha on Jan 13, 2006 8:39:20 GMT -5
Gertrude was being drafted for the patrols. She was going to have to keep up with the day management of the house AND go out all night and tromp through the marsh looking for chupas. No doubt they would complain when the housekeeping standards fell.
New patrol teams will be as follows:
Gertrude Ellis/Thanatos Nicholas
She didn't bother checking the rest of the list. Of Course she was stuck with Than. She pulled on her gear. Night had just fallen. She and Than were the first team out. They would circle the town, checking for signs of movement by the enemy and then return to the house before morning.
"Well, are you ready, Than?" She kept her weapon in her hand. If they were attacked, she didn't want to be slowed down the few seconds it would take to unstrap it from her back.
Besides, she was constantly aware that she would be walking side by side with another enemy. No one bothered to ask why her weapon had a wooden spearhead. Gertrude had been a warrior since long before Chupas had been the main threat to her people.
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Post by Spike on Jan 13, 2006 9:11:36 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah I'm ready." Replied Than and rolled his eyes. "Lets just start patrolling." Than took out both of his Brass Knuckles and put them on. Than jumped up into one of the trees and started climbing up it. He reaches the top of it. He starts looking around the area. Then starts to jump from one tree from another. Then he lands near the bayou. Than stare at the water for a while.
In a split second a chupa comes flying out of the water and lands on Than making him fall. The Chupa tries to bite Than's face off. But Than kicks it off me with all his strength. He reaches into a bag around his shoulders and pulls out a throwing star. He throws it directly at the Chupas neck slitting its throat. It starts to bleed but it manages to charge at him. He dodged its attack and slash at it with his Brass Knuckles. It tries to slash at Than with its claws but he dodged it again. He started to stab it with the Brass Knuckles. Finally the Chupa bleeds out and collapse onto the floor.
"Imbecile." Two more Chupas jump out of the trees. One of them tries to land on me but he dodged it. The second one manages to land on him and slashes at his chest and face. Than tries to push it off but its no use. "HELP!!!"
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Post by Setg on Jan 13, 2006 12:43:11 GMT -5
" I just think it shows who the dominant species are, thats all,"
The whiny voice of Fletcher the vampire was starting to really, really irritate Titus. They had been patrolling for a while, and so far heard and seen nothing, and Fletcher seemed to think that Titus actually gave a c'jit about the vampire's opinion.
"I mean, if the Chupas are destroying you by the pack, and the wolves have to call on the vampires for help, it doesn't bode well for you chaps in the big picture, 3rd rung on the ladder and all that." chuckled the vamp.
Titus's patience snapped, and with lightning fast speed, he spun around, grabbed the vampire and flung him hard against an oak tree.
"ENOUGH!!" he spat in the vampire's face, his eyes bleeding to dark amber, "My ancesteors were slaughtering your kind for hundreds of years before these abominations came along. Don't you EVER, EVER forget that you worthless leech!!!"
"Get your hands off me you mutt!" screeched Fletcher in reply, his voice strong yet a hint of fear ran underneath, like the base layer of a delicious cake.
"Shhh, do you hear that?" questioned Titus.
"What, i hear nothing, you must be imagining things fool!" replied the vamp, still struggling to release himself.
Suddenly a cry rang out, in the bayou just beyond, an unmistakeable cry of "HELP!"
Titus released the vamp instantly and stared him deep in the eyes.
" Am I?" he retorted, breaking into a sprint towards the sound, vaguely aware of the vamp starting to follow.
they cleared a tree line and saw Than, bloodied and struggling with 2 chupas. The vampire leapt straight at one of them, tackling it head on. They rolled further down the bayou, splashing in the shallow water below.
Titus was more cautious. he moved towards his enemy though, and changed into his garrou form as he went, he felt the soft silk of the shirt split as his body contorted and changed, and felt the power of the wolf crackle through his body like a living fire. The chupa leapt at him, and he dodged quickly to the side, Not quick enough, it seemed. The chupa's talons clawed at his shoulder, and tore a strip of flesh from his arm.
The chupa rose up from where it had landed and faced Titus. he winced as the pain roared through his body, and the chupa advanced. It charged, and tackled him head on, sending them both sprawling. He felt, rather than saw the chupa's teeth sink deep into his flesh, and he roared with fury and pain. He had to act fast, the rest were busy with the other chupas. He held the chupa's head fast, and its snapping jaws were inching closer to his face. He knew he only had one chance. It would open him up to a potentially deadly attack, but he had no chance.
This was last stand time. Releasing the chupas head, he quickly fumbled in his jacket for his balde, and roared as the chupas mouth bit into his neck, hurrying his search. His hand found the hilt, and pulled it free. He grabbed the chupas head, and pushed upwrads with his free hand with all his might. the chupa's head came up, with a peice of his flesh in it's mouth. Starting to feel faint, he used the last of his strength to thrust the blade upward, twisting it as it hit the chupas exposed throat to cause the most damage. The chupa fell backwards. it's claws struggling to grasp the handle of the blade embedded in it's throat. Titus tried to raise himself up, but failed. He heard the chittering of the chupa beside him, and hoped it would be quick. He tried to ocall for help. But no sound came. The darkness beckoned...
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Post by Spike on Jan 13, 2006 13:47:58 GMT -5
(Uh Setg'in Ki its-Pa... The char that your helping is suppose to be my char  ) |
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 13, 2006 15:00:44 GMT -5
Yea im already at the house lol, and plus what is the Deal guys. The only reason i killed the 2 Chupa's easilyin my last post was because Lietinant said i did in her's. The Chupa's are suposed to be better than all of us, yet we are killing them left and right. Come on
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