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Post by theliontamer♥ on Jul 28, 2008 1:42:42 GMT -8
Thick rolls of fog covered the ground, pressing down. A chill passed through the empty road, desolate all for one shadowy figure moving slowly up the winding path. Dew clung to the dirt, rocks, and the few patches of grass that grew sparsely here. On occasion the fog would break and one could glimpse a wrinkled tree reaching vainly for the heavens. The bitterness of the sight trickled down the bare branches and soaked the thirsting dirt as it clung to the tree roots and anchored it to the ground. A philosophical would have gazed at the tree for shame and turned away, murmuring about a trapped soul, rooted to the ground and unable to find peace. The supernatural would have laughed their immortal laugh and debate the tree's inability to unroot itself. Was it because it had been unable to part from the world in youth and now found itself longing for the heavens? The tree was, as they were, bound to this earth, not living but not dying. As the tree and its' mournful reaching, the gnarled roots of immortality held fast, determined to keep their hold. The figure crossed quickly through the sparse woods, seeing nothing of the despairing surroundings. Only when one stopped to stare would they notice anything strange about her. She glided fluidly down the path, flying rather than walking. Her chest rose and fell so softly that one must struggle to catch it. With each breath the air before her danced with white mist. Each movement was slight and calculated, and only the most observant would realize how much effort she exerted to appear so graceful. None of this was, however, a reason for concern. No, the most shocking observation was the vast stretches of golden skin, shining white in the patches of moonlight. Her arms and neck were exposed to the unforgiving chill. Any passerby would notice this above all else. Her face was hidden by a very short frame of dark hair, loose around her face. A proper woman would scoff at her or assume her poor since she wore no hood. But her dress was upper class and strange, grandious and alluring, and when the dark frame of hair fell away the face hidden beneath was finely crafted. The rusted iron fell away easily at her touch, the heavy gate swinging off the path as gently as though blown by a gusty of wind. It was apparent that the gate had not been touched for many years, and she wondered briefly why she troubled herself opening it. It seemed far more ceremonious than ever before, though tradition held and each year would find her standing in this very spot on this very day. Why had she been careless with the gate? Never before had she slid the solid gate open and use the entrance, and tonight she stood before them as though asking entrance. Was she careless tonight? Perhaps it had something to do with this being, to the day, the fifty year anniversary. Perhaps it was the fact that she was now old enough to be considered fully grown and matured, thus earning the right to enter without regret. Perhaps it was merely because of the whispers, the ever more apparent clues of supernatural life. No human could have moved that gate so easily from its hinges. But with bodies turning up in alleyways and brawls brewing in bars, perhaps she assumed that the superstitious would overlook a gate moved a few feet to the left. Her focus solely on the gate and her new rite of passage, the beautiful creature allowed her feet to trace a familiar path, winding through ancient headstones and newer memorials, leading her surely to an older patch of earth, above which one of those trapped trees grew, reaching forever to the heavens and never to be rewarded. The stone slab bore no name, no inscription, just an intricately carved crest nestled delicately in the center of the finely shaped headstone. A mortal observer would have missed her change of focus, from a glance back at the gates to kneeling before the unkempt memorial.
"That tree mocks our life, I hate it so." "And so does mother, or whats left of her cold corpse," the kneeling figure replied without moving an inch. "She does worse than mock us," the first voice chuckled darkly, no hint of amusement tinting her tone. "The tree though, now the trees mock us. But they are no better off than us anyways." She paused, just inches away from the kneeling figure, whose graceful air had visibly tensed. "What if I were to chop it down? Then perhaps we would mock it."
The silence stretched between the pair, both fixated on the symbol etched into the stone. "That wouldn't help. The tree would still die," the brunette figure replied, leaping to her feet and gazing down at the plot of land. She felt her ungodly companion's eyes on her and smirked. "Theoris, or at least that's what I hear you're calling yourself now, you hate it don't you?" Theoris did not reply as she fell to her knees much like the woman before her, flicking her skirts into perfect positioning with no effort at all. Unlike her companion, her grace was effortless and careless. She did not work to move silently, perfectly. One fluid stroke and a flash of white left an angry scratch of mud scarring the perfectly chiseled crest. "Why would I be jealous of you?" she spat, flinging more mud on the ancient grave. "Because I can die." The clouds broke and moonlight spilled over the tall figure. Her short brunette hair swept away to reveal piercing amber eyes, specked with black and burning with dark fire. A high-necked lace bodice melted into an ivory skirt, contrasting so with the dark fire that burned in her exotic features. Unlike Theoris, whose face was tiny and fine, as though delicately crafted by the world's finest sculptor, the brunette had high cheekbones set on a much broader face. She seemed, in comparison to the petite Theoris, far less tamable, but in every way just as beautiful. "You think I would prefer to be you--just because you aren't trapped in this life forever?" Theoris answered, her face a mask of serenity. "I would choose to be anything, Rachel, than you." Rachel shook her head slowly, as if marveling at Theoris' unfailing prejudice. Finally, she spoke. "Why did you come?" "To chat about how the trees mock us," she replied dryly, on her feet and gazing down at the hardened plot of land. Rachel shot her a despairing look. "Why do you think? It's been fifty years. I owe her that much." "You hate Mom." Rachel reminded softly. "Mother was a whore." Theoris snapped in reply, turning from the grave. "A filthy harlot and dog lover." At this, Rachel bristled, her back arching and her eyes slipping closed. Theoris' lips curled back into an unforgiving grimace, her glossy white fangs cutting into her lower lip. "Oh I'm sorry," Theoris continued, her face a perfect mask of despair, "did I offend you?" Several deep breaths calmed Rachel, though she shook slightly. Theoris seemed to enjoy this notion greatly, resting perched atop her mother's grave and further enraging the trembling woman. With a violent snarl the brunette morphed from a quite poised young woman into a trembling, enraged creature. A lithe leap and Theoris was well out of Rachel's grasp, balanced in the terrible tree, watching the angered werewolf leap away from the grave and into the woods. "Good riddance, you cheating harlot," Theoris bid her mother. "Don't know why I've bothered, you've been dead fifty years," her voice was a whisper on the wind as she lept from the cemetery and towards the darkened city.
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Post by The Wolfman on Jul 28, 2008 22:25:04 GMT -8
Now the two marvelase creatures standing in the alley way were linked, Lucians thoughts were Caius's and vise versa, all the horror's that Lucian had experianced in his long life and all the passion he had experienced where being feed to Caius in quick lighting flashes. As the two stood there in all there beastly glory, Lucian thought to Caius "how long have you been here?" but just as Lucian was finished with his question the answer came in a snap. The werewolf mentality as a beast was far more greater then when they are in there human form. Lucian proceded to walk down the alley following a scent that he had picked up as the rain started to drop hard on the ground , Lucian looked up and let the rain pour over his face cooling down his body and soaking his long shaggy black fur. A long deep howl emerged from the city and several more followed, the hunt was on for creatures of the night, most of the werewolf's not knowing if they would make it through the night but the blood lust was on high the sound of pumping hearts filled Lucian's ear's and as he turned to look at Caius with a low growl Lucian though "what is your propose of being here my brother?"
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Post by brentjoyce on Jul 29, 2008 18:10:37 GMT -8
“Los Lobos…”
Labienus said it with a tone of inquiry. He had a few drops of information out of Fausto and he felt that that was all he was going to get from him at the moment.
He continued to watch Fausto’s moves. His movements where just as normal as a humans but, there was something different about it. As if he had an air of confidence that no human can ever possess. It must have come from the centuries of fine tuning his actions. The way he touched the door frame as if it held all the answers it made Labienus glare a bit at his weakness to such a powerful vampire. But, he was always going to be weak compared to a vampire it was his mind that was his advantage, so he thought in his mind.
Labienus followed quickly behind Fausto trying to keep up with his swift moves. He pulled his pistol out and held out a flash light with the other hand. He was beaming the light off the dust and furniture of the room. The finger tight on the trigger at that moment the blood was pumping so fast through his veins he feared that Fausto would take notice and it would throw him off. For an odd reason he found himself siding with the vampire over a war in which the largest casualties are his own kind.
“Fausto how well do you know our friend Shawn?”
The dark night seem to envelope the lone Shawn. He was moving at a slow dragging pace making. His eyes where all the walls of the homes with the faint candle lights illuminating the windows. The builds may have looked lively in the morning sun, but Shawn would never dare and look. At night the homes seemed bared off from the outside world. As if they were trying to keep the world hidden from the inner workings. The curtains pulled tight with only a few cracks of light piercing into the night. Shawn stopped and turned down another alley looking for someone.
Who?
He didn’t have an idea all he knew is that one person fled the scene and now Labienus was probably probing Fausto about his past.
And, Shawn?
Shawn was alone once again casted out into the night by both his old friend and his acquaintance. Could Labienus be even that?
Labienus was a strange person and it seemed to bother Shawn how serious he was. Labienus always seemed to have an underlying motive for being with Shawn it was never a companionship. Labienus was more using Shawn to get information. What he did with this information seemed pointless to Shawn. For all he knew Labienus was not big on hunting vampires and werewolves. His philosophy was if they do not disturb humanity, do not disturb them. This seemed to make sense to Shawn but he was a vampire, technically he had more power than Labienus. He could easily destroy his life or make him one of his own but he didn’t. It was odd it made no sense really in Shawn’s mind why he kept Labienus around or why Labienus kept him around. It was extremely dangerous for a vampire and a human to see each other on terms other then victim and aggressor. Others would see that type of a relationship as a Taboo and kill the two of them or attempt. But, yet for ten years they have been able to be very quiet about it.
He continued to walk alone he heard the sounds of rustling in the night but it soon stopped. He readied himself for some sort of encounter but he had a feeling that he would see no action no life or death tonight.
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Post by The Wolfman on Jul 29, 2008 20:00:31 GMT -8
ooc: hahahaha i quote brent "The dark night" lol sorry
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Jul 31, 2008 20:17:18 GMT -8
The flood of memories that pulsed into his mind was unbelievable. The experiences that this man, this creature, had gone through in life were more than Caius could have ever thought. He knew that the creature befor him, Lucian, was strong, one of the strongest werewolves that Caius had ever met before.
The rain came down stronger, filling his nostrils with the smell of wet dirt, humans, and the same scent of werewolves. They were not around, but he knew there presence was clear. There were more of them roaming the streets, calling out to Lucian's call. "My purpose?" He quieried back. "My purpose, Lucian, is uknown to even myself. I came from another city just like this, mostly to get away. Too much paranoia in that city. This one, well, it seems like paranoia runs it. But so do the supernatural that walk the night within the alleyways"
A passerby would only have heard low growling coming from the small alleyway, and would be sure it would just be two dogs fighting over something. But Caius was sure as ever that his growling, message laced within it, would be easily heard by his werewolf brother.
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Post by The Wolfman on Jul 31, 2008 21:16:01 GMT -8
ooc: sorry robby this is utter crap and im tired and i'll rewrite it in the morning Lucian beconed to Caius to follow him, Winding through the alleyways and down the strightaways the two beasts running as fast as they could untill Licuan halted in his tracks. "Where here" said Lucian now reverting to his human form, Lucain looked at Caius and asked "Do you sence that too,there are vampires around here!" we must be quiet and find out what there up too. As the two started to clim but the mountaines trail and as they reached the summet they stood in aw for there were vampires everwhere and they knew they were in touble.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Aug 3, 2008 22:28:10 GMT -8
The winding alleyways to a human would seem like an inescapable labyrinth of epic proportions, that only the wisest of men would be able to escape without any conflict. But to the keen wolf mind, the alleyways were just something to run through. The soft echoes of paws hitting the pavement were the only sound reverberating off the walls, the silent, steady breaths of the two immortal creatures were practically non-existent.
In a flash of dark colors, the two werewolves burst out of the straight-aways into the outer limits of the city, where only few dared to venture at night. The outskirts were, luckily for them, empty, except for the occasional breeze rustling the trees. But the night was too still. Caius watched Lucian slow to a stop and the figure of a human man emerge from the fur that was his wolf body. Even though Lucian had said they had reached their destination, Caius was wary about returning to his human form. Something was not right, something did not feel right at all. The wind blew once more, and the scent, no, the stench of death washed over his senses.
Vampires. Lots of them.
Caius quickly shifted out of his canine form into his human self. “We have a problem. Though I am sure you already know.” Lucians response was what he expected, a blend of hatred and curiosity to why there would be such a large gathering of the vampires. The two men locked eyes and both moved at the same time, up the mountain dirt path to the ridge of a summit. And below them, were many, many vampires.
Almost instantaneously, Caius was back in his wolf body, the brown fur taking over the pale human skin that was his cover. Lucian was also in the process of changing back into his massive form of a black wolf.
“There are a lot of them. I know we can’t take them all in one go, but we need to get though them. Any objections to just barreling through as many as we can until we get to the other side?”
Through Caius’ keen wolf eyes, he could see the multitude of vampires. If only they knew what was watching them.
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Post by The Wolfman on Aug 3, 2008 23:47:45 GMT -8
The rain that was falling earlier softened the hard rocky dirt that was being crushed into tiny pebbles under the weight of the two immortal creatures, True there are alot of them, and the stench is becoming over wellming, shall we put some of these horrible creatures out of there misery,? we should go for a killing strike and that would be the throat Lucian busting over the mound of dirt and landing on top of the filthy leech, tearing into the throat and severing the head of the creature as he let the body fall to the floor with a thud against the ground, crawling on all four's lucian sneaked up behind two vampires conversing about the meal's they just had and how the scream's fo there victims gave them a thrill, just as they finished laughing there insian laugh lucian swiped them off there feet and delivered killing blow's the blood smearing across his pitch black fur. the blood tastes horrible doesnt it?" and as lucian's sences were at there full peak he could hear the thrill that Caius was getting from the slaughter of the vampires and as lucian neared the closing he looked back to see if Caius was not far behind him.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Aug 4, 2008 0:50:50 GMT -8
Caius watched Lucian take off into the clearing and immediately start the bloodshed. The feelings that were running through Lucian’s mind were suddenly flooding his own mind, increasing his senses to a peak supernatural. Caius could almost taste the blood that was running from the jaws of his new brother, taste the blood of the crumpled bodies that were starting to litter the wet grass and mud.
Silently, he made his way down the hillside, taking out the first figure he saw, snapping the vampires’ neck with his jaw in a swift motion. He laughed on the inside as he heard the snap and pop of the neck, the gentle thud of the motionless body hitting the ground. With barely touching the ground, Caius leapt back into the air, landing on a vampire square in the back, crushing him into the soil. He only used him as a spring, to jet back into the air and swipe at the companion vampire standing nearest to him. The face only a mother could love of a vampire was now nothing but possible shreds of muscle and skin.
He heard Lucian’s voice echo in his head, “ The blood tastes horrible doesn’t it?
“Does it? I haven’t had a chance to notice.” Caius replied while biting down on the neck of another of the vampires. Ironic, death by bite to the neck. But when the blood spilled, Caius repulsed backwards. “That was horrible!” he shuddered, which would have given the vampires around him time to attack…. if they were fast enough. By the time they had looked around to find the source of the attack, Caius was gone, howling into the night, showing the dominance of the werewolves, while laughing in his mind at the same time. He knew Lucian was getting his own pleasures out of the killing of the vampires, and knew that the laughter was definitely shared between them.
Caius reached the edge of the clearing where Lucian was waiting, slowing his run to a trot as he came up next to him. “Now that was what I call a good time.” Caius said. “And, you reek of vampire. I wouldn’t want to keep looking for more of our brethren with you smelling like that”. This bit of clearing was not unfamiliar to Caius, but he was sure that Lucian knew the area, at least this one, more than he did.
“Where do we go next, Lucian?”
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Post by The Wolfman on Aug 4, 2008 17:04:33 GMT -8
we need to find some more of our kind inorder to know what was going on, we should go to a place where our scent is the stongest so we could call for more as Lucian was done thinking he took off at a full pace toward's the only place he knew where his scent was the stongest.
Running was the one thing that Lucian loved above anything else acept her Lucian rembering that he was not alone in his thoughts now, quickly he let his mind clear of her and continuned to run head on down towards the town the morning sun started peaking over the moutains the the creatures of the night were retreating back to there hide aways.
Heading towards the gate luican thought i hope you could make this jump pup said Lucian mockingly and with a laugh that only they could hear. With a leap lucians leg muscles forced him high into the air over the stone fence that has covered in thick green ivy and landed with a soft thud on the ground. Phasing back Lucian quickly unlocked the chain around the big metal door's that spoke to intrudeds "beware"[/] and as lucian opened the door he turned around to see if Caius had made it over the wall.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Aug 4, 2008 17:22:50 GMT -8
Caius followed closely behind the form of Lucian as they ran through the night, though daybreak was not far from rising in the distance. His thoughts paralleled Lucians in agreement that they needed more in number of their own kind. The connection between them showed Caius that they were heading for what seemed to be Lucian’s home, or at least where he stayed when in the area.
As they ran, Caius felt a strange thought in the connection that the two wolves held as they ran. But as soon as he tried to figure out what the connection was, what “her” meant, the thought was gone without a trace of being present. He let the thought go, deeming it to be unimportant to what was happening in that moment.
He heard Lucian’s voice in his head, the reference to him as a “pup”, and the sight of the approaching gate. His canine eyes saw the black wolf before him clear the top of the gate with ease, prompting Caius to do the same. As he judged his jump, Caius sped up in his stride, finding an invisible mark in the ground, sending messages to his wolf mind to jump. He felt his leg muscles fire and his paws leave the muddy ground below him. He did clear the gate, though the fur on his chest brushed the top of the stone that formed the barrier.
“I’ll get used to that jump when we come back,” Caius said after phasing out of his wolf form. He walked up to where Lucian was standing, waiting for him. “Do I have the right to enter your home?” He asked, being courteous to his host.
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Post by The Wolfman on Aug 4, 2008 17:45:41 GMT -8
"Yes you may, my friend" Said Lucian in a polite tone "would you like something to eat or drink?" walking toward a section of the lobby that looked like it used to be a reception desk. Lucian picked up a pitcher of cold water and grabbed a two glasses from under the counter "sure thank you very much" said Caius. the sound of the water pouring into the glass was crystal clear and the smell of the water was clean and refreshing.
The smell's that lingered in the hall's Lucian knew well but they must have been a shock to Caius, Suddenly Lucian smelt "her, would Caius know what it was or would he just react with his instints and take me down?!" All these thoughts and emotions were flowing throught Lucians head and he started to trumble, hoping that Caius would not have notice he hid his shaking hand and placed the glass in the other hand.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Aug 4, 2008 17:59:36 GMT -8
The water was a cooling shock to his system, even in his human form, the transforming from wolf to human, along with the fighting and the running was wearing and tearing at his system. The cold water splashing against the back of his throat made him feel relaxed, even when he was a stranger in a new place, though in good company.
Caius looked around his new environment, the house, large and old, resembled what could have been an inn of some sort. But now, its only inhabitants were that of Lucian. The halls were quiet, the smell of them old, but had a smell that he could not wrap his mind around. The smell was familiar, but then, masked with something unknown. He decided to let the smell go, luckily, his curiosity could not be detected in his human form.
What he did not notice was Lucian's mannerisms, the changing of the glass of water to a different hand, the sudden departure of the hand under the table. Caius did pay attention to his surroundings.
"How long have you resided in this place, good Lucian?" He asked the man sitting across from him.
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Post by The Wolfman on Aug 4, 2008 20:21:37 GMT -8
"Pardon me?" Lucian was stuck in his thoughts about what was going on around him, Caius' his guest was talking but he could not hear the word's that were coming from his mouth. "How long have you resided in this place, good Lucian?" said Caius. Lucian had to think long and hard for this one her scent is everywhere! Its in toxicating, she must have been here for quiet a while after I left in such a hurry.
Snaping his hear up with deadly force Lucian responed "for about 4 month's my friend, i found this place intreging as i past by it. the hall's had so many memorys and scents that these wall's held and shared." Looking up Lucian notice that the window was left open from his exit so many hours ago, but he was sure that he closed it. the table! lucian thought standing up and placing his glass down he walked over the table and grabbed the leather bound journal that was there and placed it in his safe, he knew that if Caius wanted too he could have ripped the safe apart with his bare hands and read what was inside but Lucian was not worried for he knew that his new allie was understanding.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Aug 4, 2008 20:53:34 GMT -8
It would have been entirely rude of him to ask what was on Lucian’s mind, but as Caius watched his new ally, he could not help but notice a difference in behavior. Even when their meeting had just taken place such a short time ago, he now took notice in how he would have a slight change in behavior over something. But Caius couldn’t put his finger on it yet.
His response seem to check out with Caius, it did look like Lucian had only been living in the house for a few months. If it were much longer, Caius was sure he would be able to notice. The scents that were in the house would be the first evidence of how long his canine brother had taken up residence. Lucian was right about the house though. The hall’s told stories like he could never imagine. The walls were exploding with life that could be traced back years and years.
Caius searched the walls, looking more than using his sense of smell, to see what he could find that would too tell a story. So wrapped up in looking around, he did not notice Lucian get up and go to a table by the window. He was only aware of Lucian’s absent presence when he heard the close and lock of a safe.
“Locking away some personal items?” Caius asked, his interested peaked. “No need to worry me asking more. I understand that a man, or wolf’s business, is their own.”
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Post by The Wolfman on Aug 5, 2008 10:36:57 GMT -8
"Thank you my good friend" Lucian said "where are you from and what drew you to this god forsaken place full of creatures of the night?" as Lucian was conversing with Caius on his traveling arangements as you would call them, he had a sudden thought. why are we all being drawn here?[i/] it would be something that Lucian would be sure to ask Caius when they were in there wolf forms.
"Would you like something stronger my friend instead of just plain water? i have some brandy and whiskey if you would like some."Lucian knew that the fast metabloism of his kind would disengergrate the alcohol molucules in a instint and they would not become drunk but it was still i nice beverage to have.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Aug 5, 2008 11:32:46 GMT -8
“I was born in Romania many, many years ago. The exact date, I cannot say that I remember. The ability to live as long as we do has changed the way I keep time, and alas, I have forgotten how many hundreds of years have passed,” Caius replied. “I was bitten when I was in my mid- twenties according to human years, thus the reason for my young appearance. Though being young, I have seen tragic events through the eyes of my immortal self. I have seen life, I have seen death. I have caused death, and yet, the only life that I have created was my own through being a werewolf.”
He paused to take a drink of water from his glass, the liquid slowly dwindling as time went on. He continued his story…
“After I had come to terms with my inhuman and immortal self, I roamed the countryside of Romania, in the beginning killing mercilessly. I had become a monster, something that the people feared. It felt good to be feared, though I was growing tired of the blood that I spilled each time a full moon rose. I began to be on the move more frequently then I stayed in one place. I traveled the areas by foot during the day, being a respectable human, biding my time until the moon would change me.”
Caius had finished off his water, and graciously took Lucian’s offer of liquor. His glass was soon replaced by some of the whiskey provided to him. He took a drink, and finished up his story.
“Years passed like the seasons do, and I came to learn more and more about myself. I educated myself as a human with knowledge that only the high class tends to learn. I became something of a gentleman as a human being. As a werewolf, I learned the ability to control, most times, the uncontrollable urge for blood. I curbed by bloodlust to a point where I would not crave all the time when I phased. I learned to control my phases, not being ruled over by the moon much longer, I mastered the ability to change to human and wolf with just a simple thought. While I traveled, I came upon this city that you call your home. I had been wandering the streets as a human for a time, until just recently. And that is where my past comes to a close, and the present takes hold. “
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Post by The Wolfman on Aug 6, 2008 21:59:19 GMT -8
Lucian was staring at his glass witch was now filled with a amber liquid, not staring into it but staring past it into some distant time. As his eye's focused on that time he began to speak. "I was born in Italy, under the rule of the Roman empire in 476 ad and I left due to civil war. I made companions with a group of traveling theater troop's, as we were on our way to a ferry that would take us across the Mediterranean sea there was a attack, by a creature that was unknown to us at the time. We all believed it to be a rabid wolf but as i was the only one who escaped with the help of a dear friend who gave his last breath to make sure I would survive to see another day." Lucian looked up and saw that his hand has stopped shaking, took a sip of his drink and continued his story.
"I had escaped with only a scratch from the creature and a few bruises but little did I know what would come of that scratch. As I was walking down a road that was leading into the town that shuttled the ferry, suddenly I was blanked out on the road and as i came too I noticed that my wounds were fully healed," Lucian taking a sip from his glass. "As I continued to walk into the city my body started to heat up very fast then cool down, with my muscles going into sharp spasms and constricting my movement. Finally i had managed to make it to the ferry and recognized that everybody was not at ease with my presence, for i had not noticed it but my body was changing." Lucian looked glum and pale, as pale as the vampires that he had destroyed earlier that miring. "That night on the ship it was a full moon.......and then it happened. The heat it was unbearable so i threw off my cloths quickly feeling my insides turn to fire as this urge consumed me, a woman past by my room and noticed what was going on but by the time she could warn anyone of the approaching doom it was too late, her dead body lay there limp in my arms as i feasted on her, the heat leaving her body until I felt nothing left in her."
"I don't recall much of what happened that night but I do remember that I had made it to the top of the ferry and the guards men had me cornered, with a leap i had taken out two of the 6 guards and then they finally over powered me and threw me overboard, i don't know how long I was unconscious at sea but I woke up in a strange room made of stone, the walls were a dust color and i could feel the ray's of the sun baking the little room, but it did not bother me for I was already burning up, thats when I felt it a cool moist cloth was placed upon my head and my eye's popped open to see the most beautiful face I have ever seen in my whole existence, there was a over whelming feeling of pure joy and all I wanted to give back to this strange mystery woman I have never meet the same joy." Lucian's face filled with hope of the memories. "She informed me that i was found by her at the river bed and was unconscious and taken into her care by the village elder i could not understand her word's but i understood completely! It was amazing."
Lucian looked up startled as if he had said too much. "I have taken up too much time my dear friend, and enough about me. Would you like some more whiskey my dear Caius?"
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Aug 7, 2008 20:50:27 GMT -8
Caius sat back and listened to his new friend's story, letting each detail sink in as he sipped as his whisky. He knew that it would have been a lot easier if he had just asked Lucian his history while they were in their wolf forms, but to hear the story from the man's mouth was a better experience.
He could not believe how old this man in front of him was, how he had survived all this time, and how they were just meeting for the first time. The trials and tribulations that this being had gone through to make it to where he is now were nothing that Caius could even compare to, let alone try to compare to.
As he finished his story, Caius picked up on a certain tone of Lucian's voice, as if he was lost in his story and did not know he was reliving his life before another's eyes. But Caius put this behind him, and would eventually ask Lucian about this woman who gave him a sense of "strange joy" even in his dark time. Maybe that would be a story for another moment, but not now.
"No thank you my friend, I am quite satisfied with my drink," Caius said, waving the bottle away from his glass. "And I thank you for letting me hear your history. You have lived a life that I cannot even begin to imagine myself. You have earned even more respect in my eyes." He looked down at his drink. "Ah, what the hell. A toast to you, and more drink to me please!"
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Aug 11, 2008 23:48:32 GMT -8
ooc: something for you all to read while i write a meaningful post :3
Misty dew settled delicately on the windowsill, magnifying each imperfection the tarnished wooden window offered its’ watery companion. Each tiny slick of dew bundled together to completely obscure the mistreated dents the ancient windows hid in the darkness. A mortal, feeling the chill as if the dew had suddenly settled upon his breakable frame, hurried past, his frightened breath shocking the frozen air that hung, unsettling, about the wooden abode, each wisp a ghost crying its dread before fading, unanswered, into the night. That was the first sign. He rubbed his frozen hands together, and the rubbery sound of warm flesh rubbing together filled immortal ears. The scarf slipped; reddened cheeks peered shyly and deceivingly over the failed bundle of animal fur. These sounds and scents provided the second sign. A flurry of excitement as he rubbed his hands furiously together and quickened his clumsy step. An immortal sigh, unheard by those who did not know to listen, was met with a reproaching hush as the stench of dead furs gave way to an overpowering rush of warm blood. The man’s unease grew as his pace quickened. Another flurry and he started, breaking into a brisk trot. Unbeknownst to him, golden gazes followed his progress, reveling in his frightened heartbeat. They knew the hunt had begun, and he was not far from the terrifying revelation. He fumbled under the unhelpful furs and his trembling hands reappeared they were twined with a finely carved wooden rosary. His whispers hit their ears, a frantic prayer, and one of his watchers laughed, a short, cruel burst of noise. “Ave maria…” he had begun, moving ever faster as he implored the gods and the heavens to save his soul. Shaken, he did not speak aloud but mumbled words tumbled over his lips. His prayers turned from hopes that his stalkers would be struck down to mumbled pleas that his soul be saved once he reached his end. “Good,” a low voice purred, followed by a flash of movement. The light blinked out and then returned, illuminating the circular plateau in which he had paused and fallen to his knees. “He no longer begs to be left alive,” the next answered, a laugh on her lips as she clung to the wrought iron fence that lined the pathway. The first, a deep male voice, joined in her laughter. The man crumpled, his cloak drifting down atop his shaking form, fear radiating throughout the small plaza. The female inhaled deeply, a smirk of satisfaction on her bloodred lips. She fed off his fear, jumping lithely from the iron gate and into the dimly lit pathway. Terrified, the man began to shift, turning his face upwards to catch a glimpse of his killer. Tears streamed from his eyes and he gasped at the sight before him, crying out for beauty and mercy. “What do you think of me?” she spat, pushing the man’s cloak from his face. He did not resist, allowing her to pull him to his feet and cling to her hands. “Sir, do you think me cruel?” He gazed at her for a moment, judging his answer, desperate to stay alive and willing to say anything to achieve his ends. “I think you the fairest senorita I have ever laid eyes on,” he told her in broken English, his eyes wandering shyly up and down her frame. “I cannot think you cruel, only beautiful.” She smiled on him, shaking her auburn curls and drawing him closer. He stiffened, but one look into her inviting eyes and he drew nearer, hoping now for a kiss. He had disillusioned himself so far as to imagine the danger past. “You’re quite right about one thing, sir,” Theoris told him softly, their faces only inches apart. “I am beautiful.” Her lips hovered at his ear and a tremble of desire ran through his body. “But you are quite mistaken on the other.” The eyes that had remained watching leapt to action. One by one, the remaining lights blew out, leaving the plaza shrouded in darkness. “You should have kept running.” A flash of gold as he gazed down at her exotic gown and then red flooded his vision. Her lips strayed from her ear, her form no longer soft and feminine but beautiful and deadly, and her mouth held no promises as razor sharp teeth pierced unforgivivingly into mortal flesh. Tanned skin broke effortlessly under her bite, and he cried once as the creature tore at his flesh, ripping the tender skin from his throat and licking the blood from her lips. Her kill was silent and the man slumped, dead within moments. She drank greedily, making no noise but to any bystander appearing the monster she truly was. He sank to the floor when she had satiated her thirst, drained, his flesh chalky and strained, a look of horror forever etched into his unblinking features. She let go of him with sudden disgust, wiping a trickle of blood from her pale chin and laughing sharply as she drew back, looking as dangerous and perfect as before. Only her eyes told of her true nature, they deceived her with everything they had, screaming with hatred and rage and uncontrolled bloodlust. Yet she sat there and laughed, sweeping her gown over the ruined body and under a wreath of ivy, leaving the plaza darkened and horrified. She had wanted the leaves to forever whisper of the horrors they had witnessed. And the wind cried in sorrow, though she grinned with joy as it wound through her short curls and beat cold against her pale skin. Hadn’t it yet learned of her immortality? Did it not realize that she did not feel the chill nor care when the wind howled. Mortal maidens would pull their down blankets over their heads in distress and inch closer to the fire. Mortal maidens fear. Her blackened eyes and blood stained lips told no such fear. Her companions leapt gracefully after her, landing in a circle around the floating figure. She surveyed each carefully as they stood before her. Three males with raging red eyes and two tiny Spanish females, none extraordinary as she nor as bold. The male that had spoken earlier stepped forward and took her small hands in his roughly. “You have had your fill and cannot ask us to wait longer, Theoris,” he bargained with her coolly, pulling her close to him and pressing her cold body against his chest. She grimaced but did not struggle against him. “And you do not hold me Abel. You have no more control over me than any other,” she told him, breaking his grip and retreating from him. “You may do as you wish, but do not expect me to follow.” The others found her words satisfactory and moved away, morphing into the shadows and disappearing silently into the night. She turned away and Abel began towards her, only to pause, looking defeated, and leap away. Soon he too had disappeared into the darkness.
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