Cole entered the bar taking a look around noticing the joint had quit a few visitors this night. Smiling he looked for a spot to sit. That's when he spied a seat next to girl all alown.
hw took a seat next to her and order a whiskey with a shot of blood. He peaked over to see the girl on her 3rd bevrage.
"Going for it tonight uh."
"Pardon?"
"Sorry, my manners. Names Cole, whould you like to dance?"
Name: Eramus Lupus
Race: Werewolf
Age: 315
Sex: Male
Looks: Human form ~ Short in stature but biceps still protrude through his arms. Balding, black hair intermixing with gray strands. Hunches quite a bit, relying on a cane for support. Eyes are yellow.
Wolf form ~ Fur is black but still gray hairs are present. It is also coarse and matted. Eyes remain yellow.
Personality: In human form, he's weak and vulnerable. Only when he's able to shift, does he receive strength. Eramus Lupus has long forgotten his human name he used to go by - to hide from foul vampires and humans alike. Crotchety, yes, but perhaps being wary and constantly on guard has allowed Eramus Lupus to live so long.
There was an awful creaking sound emitting through the bar. He heard the voices grown, and shout in frustration. The elderly man winced too, and dug a finger deep into his ear canal attempting to ward off the ringing sound.
When it subsided, the man leaned heavily on his cane, and stepped inside the bar. He was relieved that even in human form, he retained some of his wolfish characteristics such as acute hearing and sight. Without these senses, the man may be been killed long ago as a human. If it had not been for Luna's leadership and the strength of the pack, Eramus knew a single vampire had the potential power to slaughter four or five of his kinsman.
He grumbled bitterly at that thought, and limped slightly further in, choosing to leave the door open. If it meant a quick escape, there would be no obstructions for his pack to flee if the situation meant they were outnumbered.
Gazing around, Eramus sneered and barred his teeth as if he had already transformed. He had caught the scent of vampires, and the smell was atrocious.
Talk had hushed, and Eramus stopped. Shaking slightly, and looking around the room once more, he noticed most of the heads were now staring at him! He had drawn attention to himself - a dangerous position.
Ara walked into the bar, it stunk of blood and vampires.
"Yay, just what I needed." She took a seat at a table in the far corner where she could see everyone and everything. A young waitress walked over from teh counter.
"You want something to drink?" SHe asked,
"Water, maybe something later, but I'll come get it." SHe said her eyes taking in everything.
Kalen tilted his head up, sniffing the air.'Stupid dog, you should never sway from your base.' He stood up, but Kitty slid to his side in an instant, grasping on to him.
"No, we cant have you killing any pups tonight, ok? It will just draw attention to us."
She was right of course. Why were Women always right? It never makes any sense. Kalen looked at the ground and slid back into the booth.
"If it's blood you're looking for, then they sell drinks at the bar. Though the more blood you want, the more expencive it is..."
Kalen just let his eyes roam over the heads of the crowd. Every now and then he would return to the same old werewolf sitting alone at a table.
"Do you know him...?" I asked curiously.
"He... yes, I know him," he told me shortly.
I waited for him to illaborate (sp?) but he only gazed steadily away from me. So I asked him straight. That's the thing with me, I don't beat about the bush, I come straight out and ask what I want to know.
"You said once that your sister was killed by a werewolf... It wasn't him, was it...?"
"I... no."
I knew Kalen didn't like to talk about his sister, but he was such a bad lier. I would prefer it if he just refused to answer me, rather than lie. But now at least I knew what the connection was between my Sire and this old werewolf. I really REALLY hoped it wouldn't come down to a fight!
I took his large hand gently in my small slender one and he smiled at me, squeezing gently, before returning his stare to the werewolf. He clenched his fist so tightly for a second it hurt. I winced and he let go.
"I'm sorry, Kitty. I'm just a little distracted..."
"I know, Kalen... I know..."
if at 1st you don't succeed, eat the leaf of a sicamore tree and stand naked in a barrel of newt eyes with a frog in your mouth!
Age~ looks 18, is young but was made by an old creature, giving him the power of a 300 year old
Gender~ M
Apperance~ long curly black hair, grey eyes, very handsome, wel built, muscular, smat, wears mostly black shirts and ties with modern and tidy jeans on.
Race~ Vampire
Personallity~ hates being alone, laid back, angry at times, loving in the vampire way
You forgot me again, ill just stay here to bleed and rot, kiss my corpse and tell them i died i full man, when i died but a child
Jack walked into the bar, looking round. He felt somehow like he didnt belog here. He glanced around, runnng the tip of his tongue over a fang. He sat at an empty stool, tapping his nails on the bar.
You forgot me again, ill just stay here to bleed and rot, kiss my corpse and tell them i died i full man, when i died but a child
Lynne stopped talking and silently sipped her drink, contemplating I was sure. I looked around and spotted a lone vampire sitting farther down the bar. His curly black hair hung over part of his face as he ordered a drink.
There was something about him that I was curious about, but I couldn't place my finger on it. Involuntarily, I slid off the stool and walked over to the stool right next to him and took a seat.
"Hi, there." I said calmly.
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Llama 1:"Shh! Do you hear that? That's the sound of forgiveness." Llama 2:"That's the sound of people drowning, Carl!" Llama 1:"That is what forgiveness sounds like; screaming and then silence."
