(I'm curious... can I add in another character quickly? Akira is fun and all but I think we need another male in here.)
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
When the car stopped, they were still quite some distance from the castle. But barging in, all guns blazing, had never really been Desmond's style. Some hunters favoured it, he knew, but it struck him as a perfectly good way to get killed. Or worse, turned.
He shook his head as he stared up at the castle, a wan smile on his face. "Do they want us to find them?" He sneered, looking at one of the other three hunters, "How many covens do you know of that still live in castles?"
"There are a few." The other man said.
"Aren't there any locals who want to deal with these people?" One of the remaining two said, sounding a little worried. The thoguht had crossed Desmond's mind, what if these vampires had killed every hunter they'd come
across? Well, no matter. Desmond and his group were professionals. They were made for this, and every one of them knew it.
The last hunter was still in the car, looking at a laptop. After a while, he glanced at the others, "There's only one local hunter, and she's a werewolf specialist. So no help there."
Desmond checked that his gun was at his side, then went through the assortment of
other weapons they'd brought with them - stakes, knives, explosives. "I don't understand why you'd bother hunting dogs when vampires are more dangerous. Werwolves can at
least eat something other than people."
One of the other hunters shrugged, "What does it matter? We've got a job to do."
*I'll try and bring in my werewolf later*
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
**Dreamwalk, what type would this character be? --eyes widen--
Vincent
He cut of her stare and walked over towards a tree and started to peel the bark away lightly and slowly. It was a nervous habit, and she also had brought up his pendant. He felt his hand automatically lift up to it at the thought, feeling the soft smoothness of it. It was oddly reasuring.
"What does it matter to you if I take offense. I can take offense to anything I want to. You don't have control over me." Vincent spoke, his voice had almost an edge to it.
"I never tried to control you own emotions. I was just mentioning the stupidity of this matter." Akira said obviously annoyed. Vincent always did this, just when they got in a fight he would act all wounded and hurt, waiting for his chance to strike. She let loose a ragged sigh.
"I am going to go find that hunter." Vincent felt himself lift off the ground, his large wings carrying him up above the trees quickly and surely. He would not bother to transform into a bird. What did it matter anyways. He propelled himself faster and soon he found himself reaching a part of the forest he was familiar with, just a little while off stood the giant antique castle. The home of some of the vampires.
Veering to the right, he slipped towards a clearing, relishing the calm breeze. Vincent got caught by an under wind, and to his surprise he couldn't regain himself. He watched his green and blue pendant break off his neck and float above him, the force of gravity having less effect. Vincent could not fly without that pendant. He felt himself reaching out for it, and clasping it but it was to late. he fell through the brambles and landed right in small clearing near the castle.
He got up and brushed the bramble off his clothes and wings, but stopped dead as he realized he was being watched. There stood two vampires, a human included who was staring at him wide eyed in surprise. The female vampire looked inquistively at him and stepped towards him.
"Oh dear, we have a visitor." Her voice brought on the sudden revelation. Vincent was not armed, he did not stand a chance against these inhumane creatures. He was practically mortal. He would have flew off but of course his pendant wasn't fastened around his neck making his wings feel like lead. He could not fly.
"Sorry for intruding anything," Vincent cautiously looked over at the human who seemed to be horrified. "I'll be on my way now." Vincent clumsily turned around and staggered towards the forest, but the he felt a cold hand touch the back on his shoulder.
"You won't be leaving us that quickly." The voice spoke so casualy yet the threat was clear.
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
I walked back along with Whimsy everytime she touched me it sent a shiver down my spine.
"so BOSS where we heading" Isaid making sure she heard the boss part. She quickly darted over and got me in a head lockbefore througing me on the floor I caughtmy self but kicked me and I fell over she sat Bon my stomach and stroaked my face with her cold perfect hands.
"don't call me boss" she said and slapped me hard. I smiled an mouthed boss she slammened my jaw with her fist and I heard a crunch she helped me up and dug into my side with her hands sending the sensation up my spine.
I pulled the memo around by his wingsand punched him in the face sending him flying over into a tree.
Such a useless habit ... the breathing business, She thought, as John's stomach rose again for air. Why he needed it? It was unknown to Whimsy. She also didn't know why he had such a desire to annoy her and call her boss. "Don't call me 'boss'," Whimsy stroked her index finger up John's chin, before steadying her left palm on his cheek. She gave a roguish grin, and slapped his face hard. She hoped it hurt.
"You know," Whimsy said, carefully stepping off of John's stomach, "I'm going to be truthful with you. I don't feel like hiding behind my poker face today. You're really annoying me, John," Whimsy sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her head dropped, and she exhaled for emphasis, shaking her long waves of silver-blonde hair back and forth. She heard approaching steps, but thought nothing of it.
Before she could say any more, a parrot-like neko appeared before them. "Sorry for intruding anything," he said catiously. "I'll be on my way now." The neko turned on his heel, and stumbled out of the forest, but not before Whimsy's bitingly curious voice caught him.
"You won't be leaving us that quickly." She purred the threat, hoping for it to sound somehow ... friendly.
She didn't have time to say much more, however, before her hand slipped from John's shoulder. John had grabbed the neko, and had punched him in the face, sending the poor thing flying into the trees.
"John," Whimsy's voice was firm. John looked up, slightly surprised that she'd called her off. He backed away. "Yes boss," He sneered. She wasn't in the mood for his jokes. She pretended to ignore him, but as always, each word of worship and praise that her followers gave her - names like 'boss' - burned a hole in the place her heart sat still. She placed at hand over her 'heart' and closed her eyes.
"So," Whimsy grinned, her mischievous half-grin, "what are you here for, Neko? This place is dangerous, especially with that hunter that's around. Did you not heart he gunshots? Besides," Whimsy lowered her voice, so that it was only a whisper. She placed a hand on the left side of the Nekos face, "we aren't the type you'll want to be conversing with. In a sorts, this area is our land. I'd highly suggest staying off it."
The Neko gave a nervous nod. "Off with you," She said, turning on her heel, her arms crossed on her chest, tapping her foot. She waited for the rustle of leaves as the Neko moved. "I'm giving you the chance to live. Don't you want it?"
Whimsy's curiosity over came her. She looked around. The Neko was lying on the ground, but he appeared to be holding his neck, a look of horror on his face.
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'Cognito, this is an opportunity for your character to go all insane. You should remember your plan because I sure do ...
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
He stood mouth agape, it was all he could do from falling to his knees. The words reverberated through his head And I'll love you. She said it with such certainty and after awhile as he stood motionless, she giggled.
"Lucian, I call 'em as I see 'em." Annice smiled.
"Well....I'm flattered th-"
"Oh, will you two get over yourselves for one second and listen!" Annelise shouted at them and the other werewolves glanced around not meeting their gazes. "It's the least you could do after letting our lunch go to waste..."She glared at Annice.
They were embarrassed Lucian figured. Normally he would've growled at Annelise for talking to him like that but for once he listened. Raising his ear to the sky, he heard it. Something not natural...a car perhaps?
He shifted form and soon enough was darting through the forest on four legs. The pack members Annice, Annelise, Cyrus, and Maya, followed in hot pursuit.
Ileana Da'Vine~Hunter
Ileana left the deer where it had fallen and glanced around. It was time she got serious and actually started looking for what she had come for. Where was the castle? Her feet snapped carelessly at stray twigs, gun thrown over her shoulder, and senses alert.
There was a clearing a short league or two to her right that she hadn't seen before. Sure enough, there was the castle. How could I have missed that?! She grinned to herself.
If I can impact one person, just one, with my writing before I die, then I've lived a great life
I wiped the tip of my sword using a dirty rug and i agzed down at the body that lay beside me. I stared at the his open throat and the blood that flow freely from it.
The moon was shining brightly above me and normally i would have turned into a lycan by now. But i am different. I have lycan blood but i did not became one from being bitten. I became one by being possessed by one.
I placed my sword to my scabbard and walked the long grass through the road. I looked back at the body.
He should have never surprise me like that. It was the full moon and it is at that time that my sadistic self cannot be controlled. I kill to what i saw even to my own clan.
I paused by the road and saw a light at the horizon. I gripped my sword and i wait pateintly for my personality to change but at this time, i am happy for it.
He gripped his throat harshly, and his eyes bulged. He couldn't even produce a scream. His breathing became restrained and he swore that his heart was slowing. Vincent's beautiful wings became flustered. A couple more of his feathers took flight into the air and landed softly on the hard ground. He scrambled backwards still clutching his throat.
"No! This can not be!" Vincent tried to get to his feet but fell back again, his pendant falling out of his hand and hiding itself in a patch of grass. "No! I feel it! All the blood in my veins are becoming tainted! It is becoming lifeless and still! I feel my teeth growing sharp! I am becoming a vampire!" He squirmed on the ground again resembling a worm trying to get away from the sun.
The two vampires just stared at him in honest amazment. Never before had this happened to either of them. They had been attack by adoring fans once before, raving about how they resembled creatures from the book Twilight, but never this foolish display of insaneness.
"They touched me! My skin is thickening into stone! My viens burn! I feel my wings falling off! Never more shall I fly! Never more! Oh the horror! I am becoming a monster! Save me! Kill me now! Before I turn and decide to hurt any of my adoring friends! Oh how they shall miss me so! I shall never go to high school again... or maybe I shall and get all the ladies with my honest good looks..." Vincent seemed to ponder for a moment. "Maybe so, but I will never get to be with any of them! I will just eat them for a snack! Oh woe is me!"
At this moment, his stomach growled a long and excrutiating growl, rumbling his bowls showing that he had not indeed eaten any of his breakfast that morning. Slipping from his twisting apendage, he staggered to his feet. Vincent licked his lips and his eyebrows raised.
"Oh, look. You brought a snack." Vincent recited a line from that Twilight Book. He decided, if he was going to be a vampire, he would be a bad one like that one guy... whose name escaped him at the moment.
Vincent charged at them making over enthused bites, resembling a winged pac-man. Each time his mouth closed a small clicking sound could be heard because of this over use of force.
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LaReina, was that good enough for you? Erm... what is that guys name from Twilight, the guy that wanted to eat Kristen Stewart?
~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
Ahahahaha I know! James...and then Victoria. There was another guy but he's the good one that didn't want to kill her.
Oh...and okay sorry I'm new so I didn't know if they were neko's or werewolves. Thanks for clearing it up. (:
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I looked at the guy with the feathers.
"They touched me! My skin is thickening into stone! My viens burn! I feel my wings falling off! Never more shall I fly! Never more! Oh the horror! I am becoming a monster! Save me! Kill me now! Before I turn and decide to hurt any of my adoring friends! Oh how they shall miss me so! I shall never go to high school again... or maybe I shall and get all the ladies with my honest good looks..." Vincent seemed to ponder for a moment. "Maybe so, but I will never get to be with any of them! I will just eat them for a snack! Oh woe is me!"
"Oh, look. You brought a snack." Said the guy staring at me.
I slowly tried to back away but ened up crashing into one of the guys.
Then the physco dude came rushing towards me, I didn't even have enough time to react before he slammed me to the ground, then everything went black.
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Sorry I couldn't really get any tone in, I'm kinda confused right now. xD
After a long rant of self suffering The Neko got up and waded towards Julie.
"we didn't bite you" I said pointing out the obvious fact to him.
"oh" He said standing up and straiting his top. As I was about to go for the attack a werewolf jumped out of the bushes and punched me catapulting me up into the air I crashed back down through the trees and clutched my stomach it hurt a bit. I ran back and slipped through the overgrown mutts leg punching him in the ribs as I skidded by. Then I grabbed his tale and through him through a tree Whimsy jumped a side to avoid it falling on her.
"smooth, right boss" I said to Whimsy she gave me the finger and looked like she was gonna pick up the tree for a second when three more werewolves fully transformed jumped from the bushes and the other one got up.
"shit, right not boss" Whimsy said to me and Julie looked like she shit her self come Alex come I thought to my self.
**JustDance, just to let you know Vincent is a Hypo-condiract. He believes everything is wrong with him when he is perfectly fine. He already had a charade with a werewolf...
EDIT: Whoops. It seems John posted before me... I am editing my post, but not much.
Vincent
"But ah! It does not matter! I have already changed! Blood transfusions you know!" Vincent called over the noise of the jumping werewolves. Vincent didn't even care, he became preoccupied with his stomach growling.
Vincent slammed her into a tree and it seemed apparent that she black out. Well, of course it was his first hunt, so mistakes are supposed to be common. He bit down on her neck but released instantly.
"Erm... you there," Vincent pointed at the silver-blonde haired vampire, who was stunningly beautiful by the way, and any instant but now, Vincent would have been all over her but he was incredibly confused.
"My name is Whimsy." She said, her arms crossed. The male vampire as soon as she spoke, stepped slightly infront of her as if Vincent was going to cause her harm. Yah right. He would not attack others of his kind. His wings twitched lightly. Vincent deemed that voice a familiar one, and certainly one he would remember. He enjoyed the sound of it. It was a lot more prettier than Akira's. The other werewolves seemed to be spreading around them in a half circle, ignoring Vincent, and Whimsy seemed apparent that she didn't care.
"It seems this feeding thing is a lot harder than I thought it would be... How do you do it again?" Vincent blatantly looked at the unconcious girl. "Does she have to be... moving for it to work?"
"Actually, that girl is off limits."
"Damn it! Who am I supposed to eat now?" Vincent let go of her and she dropped instantly to the ground, an imprint of his bite mark still evitable on her fragile neck. "I believe there are rules then? Why can I eat this girl? She looks positively delicious!" His voice cracked at the last word. Actually, she looked as unapppetizing as possible. It would have to take some time for him to get used to eating humans.
"She is... special." The male vampire spoke looking at Whimsy with his eyebrow raised which made Vincent twinge with jealousy. He always wanted to be able to do that. How awesome it would be to just perk up that one eyebrow. But no, he was condemned to using both. But that also was evidence that that vampire also did not truly know the reason why she was off limits. The male vampire then seemed to shift into a defensive position. He seemed he wanted to protect Whimsy. Oh foolish child. The werewolves wouldn't hurt them. (OOC: Vincent is very idiotic and self-centered. The werewolves pay no attetion to him so he thinks he will be unharmed, and because of that he believes the other two won't either. He still thinks he is a vampire, but still apparently had gigantic colourful wings sprouting from his back.)
Vincent tenderly stretched out his wings with a soft yawn and stepped back. He staggered a little while away and fell right to the ground. "Oh dear, this changing ordeal is quite draining. I feel like I should take a nap... Do we have any coffins near by?" A werewolf girl just looked at him confused. She tapped him with her foot and Vincent just looked at her and squinted his eyes. "Hello! I am trying to get some rest here! It is not easy becoming a vampire!"
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~Incogntio
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'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
"Get up!" She gently nudged the side of the neko. He believed he was a vampire. How stupid was this thing ...?
Whimsy looked up only when John flew through the air and crashed to the ground. She let out a snort. "Loser," Her voice was sing-songish. She left John to fighting off the werewolf.
"Look, Neko, you aren't a vampire, but since you believe you are ... I don't see why you have to breath."
The neko looked inquiringly at her through one eyelid. He had his arms folded beneath his head, a leg crossed over his knee. "Breathing, you say?"
"Surely you've heard that vampires don't need air!" Whimsy looked appalled, though she truly just wanted to chuck the neko through the air and watch his soar through trees and leaves. She cast a quick glance at the unconscious human. "Hold that thought."
She turned on her heel, her jacket billowing around her. John was lying on the ground, three werewolves surrounding him. "Smooth, right boss?"
Whimsy glared daggers at him, her mouth set in a hard line. "You'll get your punishment later, okay?" He cast him her roguish grin and stepped on him - not over him - to stand before the werewolves.
"Excuse me," She said with a kind smile, "we aren't in the mood for fighting today. But, look, we'll give you fair trade. Your lycan princess gave us the human, so we'll give you the neko. Sound fair?"
Whimsy was grinning with her eyes shut, her mouth wide. She hoped they wouldn't decide to attack her now.
"What?" The neko cried. She heard him scrambling to his feet. "B-But they'll kill me! The werewolves'll kill me because I'm a vampire like you!"
"You aren't a vampire!" Whimsy hissed at him, her head whipping around.
"What'dya say? Fair trade? Please day yes!" She clasped her hands together in hopes.
John had scrambled to his feet, and was moving in a protective stance in front of Whimsy. She pushed him to the ground, kicking his head, while the werewolves stared in sarcastic bewilderment at them.
"We want the human, unharmed. You can keep the ugly neko."
"Hey!" The neko called. What was his name ...?
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Hope I got all the characters right ... sorry its so pointless ...
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
**You got Vincent perfectly. And JustDance, it is only serious when either my sister or my characters are not there. We do not like the 'serious' storybooks because it seems that We are in enough of them already.
Vincent
"Hey!" Vincent leapt to his feet and stuck out his chest proudly. "You dare call me ugly?!" His voice seemed to echo all through out the forest. "And I shall not tolerate being called 'the Neko'. I have a name. It is.... Vincent Caldwell! And I do not deserve to be called ugly! Don't you see my beautiful curly golden hair? Every curl perfect! And my build? I have a gorgeous build, lightly muscular, lithe and tall. And my wings are the most stunning things you shall ever lay your pathetic eyes on!" His voice bellowed.
The werewolves looked at him obviously amused. He even saw one stiffle a laugh. Vincent just shook his head and went on. "Mistaken fools. The Aztec's thought I was a God of prosperity! I bet no one has ever thought that about your kind! You all look like pathetic mangy mutts." A pause was deemed appropriate here, and Vincent thought what to say next. When nothing else came, he quickly added, "And plus, I am not a neko. I am a vampire. Now be off all of you! I have business to pertain to."
Whimsy looked back over to the werewolves, an almost pleading look in her eye. "Please take him! You know you want to! You can eat him for lunch or something. I am sure he will taste good broiled!"
"I doubt that." A feminine voice came from behind them, and Vincent' eyes widened in horror.
"Akira! Be gone with you! You do not belong here! This is a meeting of vampires and werewolfs. A neko doesn't belong her!" Vincent's voice sounded like he was trying to sound superior.
"Do you still believe you are a werewolf?"
"No I gave up on that like ages ago." Vincent said with a hand swish. Akira was about to object because truthfully, it was only barely over a half an hour. "What foolish being would want to be one of them!" He gestured at the surrounding werewolves. Akira and Whimsy both noticed their temper rising. Werewolves weren't easily in control of their emotions.
"Well, I believe we shall be going now. Your a neko." Akira eyed the gathering cautiously. She grabbed his shoulder and flapped her wings slightly.
"I am not a neko. I am a vampire! And I cannot fly. I have lost my pendant..." he looked casually down at the ground in search of the small stone." Almost instantly, the palm of Akira's hand connected with the back of Vincent's head.
"We are leaving now, pendant or not."
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
