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Post by Zeon on Apr 26, 2006 13:28:12 GMT -5
Quentin held the bridge of his nose between his finger's, he really thought that headaches would not bother half-vampires, but he was wrong, he had to deal with them every so ofter just like anyone else.
He sighed and looked up at the sky, it was a clear night, stars twinkled here and there, everything showing up in front of a background of midnight blue.
He was a vagabond, so this was a sight that he got to see quite often.
A small smile tugged at his lips, he had a lot of advantages being a dunphel, the biggest being that the sun did not bother him nearly as much as it would a full blooded vamprire.
He was stronger and faster than humans, through training he was almost as good as any Vampire in that reguard.
Of course there were drawbacks as well, the constant lust for blood, though as a halfbreed he did not need blood to survive, he lusted after it none the less.
Of course, long exposure to the sun did weaken him, which was why he always kept a wide brimmed hat with him, to make it a little easier on himself should he get caught in a scorcher.
Tonight was nice, he hadn't bothered to set out his tent because of that, no need, not a cloud in the sky.
He closed his eyes, he hadn't slept in 36 hours, though he could go a week without much slow down, he liked to get his sleep.
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Post by piratemonkey on Apr 26, 2006 17:12:18 GMT -5
Morrighan had been wandering this infernal land for what felt like days, may have been months but was more likely a few hours. The novelty of being able to switch herself from visible to ghostly had worn off with the advent of 50 years on earth. She was bored. Mortals were fun to toy with, and had been excellent playthings, but as she grew slowly older, one of their pathetic years passing in the blink of an eye, they grew old and died. So much for all the fun of the faery.
She didn't know where she was anymore, but she knew it was dark, and she wasn't in Connemara anymore.
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Post by SDAJ on Apr 26, 2006 18:21:04 GMT -5
((I still can't tell if this is modern or not, so I'll post this anyways. If not, please delete it.))
He stood in shadow outside the hotel, eyes fixed on the passers by. The hunger rising inside of him made his veins burn with the lust for blood. A throbbing in his temples made it hard to concentrate on the task at hand.
After what seemed an eternity of waiting, a lone boy wandered off around back of the building, his parents busy with unloading luggage.
Like a dark lightening, he struck, grabbing the young man from behind and slashing at his throat. A small whimper escaped the boys lips as his life drained away, sucked out by this fiend of the night…
Hanz let the body fall. The rush of blood filling him with a pleasure unknown to mortal man. He stood, quiet, basking in the glorious sensation. It reminded him of days past; when as a mortal he would partake of the opium binges in Austria, a fad amongst the wealthy and poor alike. But even that was nothing compared to this.
When he came to his senses, Hanz moved the boy’s body back behind the dumpster… Already he could hear the concerned parents calling out. Wiping the few drops of blood from his lips, he climbed the moldy brick wall and jumped into the ally behind the hotel.
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Post by Zeon on Apr 26, 2006 22:23:16 GMT -5
((Recent enough that the nazi's had their fun, but not so recent that you will have to come up with a new character))
Blood.
Blood had been silled in the town nearby...this was not terribly uncommon, the humans fought each other often enough, but this was a bit defferent.
Quentin could tell from the way the sent went away so quickly, there was no doubt that a vampire was to blame for the latest spill.
Quentin's Fangs throbbed, more anoying than headaches, he had to deal with bloodlust, something he had refused to give into ever since his village was attacked.
Human blood at least, known for being the best.
Quentin refused to let himself become dependant on the blood of humans.
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Post by piratemonkey on Apr 27, 2006 5:46:44 GMT -5
She had crossed over from Ireland weeks ago, her ship landing silently on a shore she didn't recognise. She had studied maps, and yet couldn't know where she was...Iceland? Scotland? Greenland? Somewhere further afield perhaps, like America? Canada, maybe? The last thing she wanted was to have to reveal herself to the humans, humiliate herself by asking for directions from mortals.
She had heard, through whispered words and rumour among the Selkies, that beyond her home lay worlds of other immortals. Whole communities and countries filled with the creatures. Vampyres, they had called them, among other strange and exotic names. She supposed they might shy away from one such as her. She was an oddity, human in body, her skin tinged with sapphire blue yet somehow clearly among their own. Her only real giveaway was the delicate gossamer wings that she kept folded neatly against the skin of her slim shoulders.
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Post by SDAJ on Apr 27, 2006 18:37:24 GMT -5
Hanz stood in silence. The dark street below bustling with movement, a soft rain falling from above. He looked down from the small opening in the tower, contemplating the news he had just received. There were strangers walking amongst them, immortals from far away lands… or so the local elders had said. Whispers of half-breeds and outsiders had been increasing in the last week, so much so that a meeting had been called. Hanz didn’t attend, but heard second hand information from one of the other local Vampires.
“Keep an eye out for them.” The Vampire had said. “Report back if you see anything.”
…Maybe in time. But now the sky glows with the first rays of morning.
Time to sleep…
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Post by Zeon on Apr 27, 2006 21:48:33 GMT -5
The sun was coming up, he had gotten about two hours of sleep, despite the flare of bloodlust that came up before he fell asleep.
He had positioned himself near a tree so that as the sun came up it would not get to him to much.
There was a small breeze, which had been exactly what had woke him from his slumber.
"What to do...what to do...?" He asked himself quietly, looking towards the town, he decided it might be a bad idea to go there, though he was not full blooded Vampire, he still had a wicked set of fangs, and whenever there was a murder, humans were always quick to blame.
No...town was a bad idea...
Where could he go though?
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Post by degraidfleshing on Apr 28, 2006 11:40:14 GMT -5
Slake Stopped and looked around the full moon was about to set. "goddamnit why did it have to be tonight." Slake sat down With his lance at his side. The moon dropped slowly over the horizan. Slake Let out a scream as his muzzle seeped back into his face his fur dropping off onto the ground. He fell forward his tail seeping back into his spine, his claws retracting into his hand. "GOD!!!!!!!!"
When the moon completely disappeared, Slake lay naked and cold. He reached up in pain and took ahold of the lance. "MOMMA!!!! I want my MOMMA!!!"
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Post by degraidfleshing on Apr 29, 2006 16:05:37 GMT -5
Slake Woke up slowly his eyes blood shot. He used the lance like a cane, standing up slowly. He looked around slowly his bare skin catching the cold air. "MOMMA!!!! MOMMA!!!! WHERE ARE YOU MOMMA?!?!" Slake stepped slowly up the incline he had fallen down and up onto the street.
A single car rushed by then screeched to a halt. One of the doors flung open and a man stepped out "Are you alright son?"
Slake looked at him, his eyes cold. Slake threw the lance foreward in a headlong rush piercing the man. The lance tore through the man. Slake pushed the man off the lance and stole his clothes. He then got into the car and drove off.
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Post by degraidfleshing on May 1, 2006 11:44:40 GMT -5
The car puttered to a stop. Slake opened the door slowly and stepped out. "MOMMA!!!! WHY HAVE YOU LEFT ME MOMMA?!?!?!?!?!" Slake slammed his arm against the car, rocking it lightly. "Tell me Why MOMMA!!!!!!!" Slake fell down crying. "I dont want to be alone, Please i want my Momma."
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Post by degraidfleshing on May 9, 2006 11:38:24 GMT -5
Slake looked around himself, night had fallen. He shook his head, "Whats going on. were am I?" HE stood up slowly and looked up to the night sky. A full moon hung loosely above him. "NO NOT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!" Slake fell to the ground and transformed into a werewolf. He stood up in his new form and looked around, He ran off into the darkness
((((is anyone playing this RP anymore?)))))
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