Topic: When you thought it was safe... [Mature Content]

Rois

Date: 2009-01-08 01:05 EST
One particular page in the local newspaper, had a few Citizens fearing the dark once again.

The page listed in detail the rooms appearence. Very lowly lit, an dfor the most part it was cloaked in shadows. There was a generator, that powered a solitary set of Flood lights. A single table, old wooden, darkened, more along the lines of stained, with human blood. Sratch marks, from unwilling occupents, that were brought in. There was a meat clever sticking out from one end of the of the table. Blood, liiterally matted the stone floor in certain areas. The stench of rotting corpses, and coagulated blood filled the room. When they went in further, they came accross a sight to behold, essentially a closet, labeled "Meat Locker." Once it was opened, the gaurds had found enurmous amounts of body ligaments, and parts. Vicious wounds, that could only be describe as canine in comparison, littered most of the limbs.

The gaurd just wants to make this known...They are trying the hardest to locate the criminal, or criminals behind this inhumane slaughter house.

Lucian

Date: 2009-01-08 01:10 EST
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Rois

Date: 2009-01-08 14:44 EST
{Please refrain from OOC chat in this folder.}

Rois, had found the news paper in the morning of that day. The news that the guard had found one of the "Meat Markets," was slightly more than an annoyance. Knowing the locations of the others was all that was important to him. Looking around, the sun was out, yet the back alleys were still cold.

Raising the hand with the news paper to shield his eyes, one of the few moments he ever aloud himself to be outside "The Den" without his armor on. It was a moderate relief, as the sun partially heated him. It was quiet, always quiet"Finding himself loathing the silence more and more lately.

The wind would pick up, and slightly rustle his dark grey T-shirt, as well as his black, and dark grey BDU style pants. Turning around, stretching a hand and grasping the Knob of the door.

"The silence will not last?" Opening the door and entering. Fading away as he entered the dimly lit interior. "It never does?"

Some 20 hours later...

Returning later that night, well"More along the lines of early this morning. Walking through the alley, he had picked up on a scent that was unfamiliar and it was leading directly back to "The Den."

Knowing it not uncommon that the humans of this town also walked these alleys during the day, and night. But this scent was something more...Familiar. Either way he would follow it as it lead directly back to the Den.

Stepping infront of the door...It was open. It was very unlike either Lucian or his Mate to leave the entrance to the Den open. No, What ever had left the door open, was intentionally attempting to lure him into a trap.

"So in order to see who set the trap...I must spring it." Through the entrance, gripping the door in his left hand, slamming it shut. "How typical."

It was quiet, like your average trap. Throwing caution out the window, after all this was his home as well. Moving through the living area, and towards the Kitchen. Not three steps from the door, and his attempted attacker sprang on him.

Rois had lived long, and had more than an ample idea the attack was going to come from behind. Turning around, his hand shoot forward, grasping his victim by the throat. Clenching his fingers in deep, easily piercing the flesh. Blood swallowed his hand, spuing from the viticms mouth as well.

A fool hearted attempt at saving his life, the person brought his fist up and smashed it into the metal of Rios's mask. A cracking sound as his fist was now broken in places. Rois flipped the grappled man, over his head. Slamming him into the ground, simultaneously removing the mans treachea. Warm, oxygen enriched crimson, blood dripped from his hand.

Unclenching his fist, as the body part fell to the floor. Crouching down next to this dead man, he breathed in deeply. The Scent didn't match the one he followed here.

"You were just a distraction we-" he was cut short, as he was litterally, tackled from behind. Sliding a good, 5 feet, the top of his head smashed agianst the wall. That disoriented him slightly but not much. A quick roll of his eyes, As well as a shake of his head and he fealt himself being dragged back a bit. Then realizing what was going on. He rolled around, now on his back. Pulling his feet back, along with his unseen attacker. Thrusting one boot, dead center into the grapplers face. Sending him flying into the wall.

"Son of a Bitch." Rolling on his back, placing his hands on the floor near his shoulder, and pushing off. Jumping back to his feet, he dusted himself off. His opponent, now about to be on the recieving end of a beating. In a blink of an eye, Rois was on the person. Drawing back a fist, and slaming it dead center into his chest. The Sound, unmistakable, he had broken something on his first strike. He was not through yet, grabbing the mans hair, with his right hand. He pulled him out of the wall, spun around with his grappled foe in toe, and smashed his face into the wall.

He didn't stand a chance, the mans skull shattered on impact. Blood began to ooze from the new crater in the wall, recovering the blood stained hand once more. It trickled down his wrist, and started to drip to the floor. Rois, pushed even harder, twisting his hand left and right, litteraly digging the shattered skull deeper and deeper into the wall.

When finally he let go, the mans body fell to the floor. His face, was no longer even distinguishable as anything more then a mass of bone pierced, bloody skin.

Thinking to himself...That was no ordinary human. He scoured the body, for any markings. Spotting one he Knew all to well. Sure enough, Rois just killed a Vampire Spawn.

Rois

Date: 2009-01-11 03:31 EST
It was dark, and the snow had fallen. A soft pale white, fresh, yet...By the end of this night itr would be matted crimson. Some how he managed to lose himself in the view of his warm breath, against the frigidly cold air. He could hear the silent coughs of his pack not to far away.

How long had they been running" How long had they been prusued" Where they to be on the constant move, have barely enough time to nurish themselves on a fresh kill" Or would they finaly destroy their prusuer's" Those were the thought that plagued his mind, riddled his head with distraught and frustration. It had been nearly three months, and this was just about the most rest they had had. And it was a mere 20 minutes worth.

The scent of the vampires was unmistakable, and Rois had been following it with the wind. Making sure to keep his pacj down it, rather then up. No, no, that was the way he was having his prusuers move. It gave him a major advantage, being able to determine how far away they are, by scent and wind conditions alone. But something had caught his attention, something unforseen. It was the newest member of his pack, the most recent addition...Lucian.

" I grow tired of running, like some lowly dog, with my tail between my legs. I say if they so eagerly wish to get themselves killed then let them come." He shouted, finaly voicing his oppinion. It didn't differ much from Rois' either, or that of the pack as a whole. "But, no, what would our leader do...Nothing, as we starve he commands us to push on. Forcing us to march, driving us into the snow, like nothing more then common animals. I say, it is high time for a new Alpha, one that would lead us against out enemies, not away from them."

"Lucian...If you would lead us as you talk. Then they would lose their lives. Now sit down and shut, you insulent little bast-" Rois was cut short, as Lucian charged him. He didn't have much time in the way of reaction, the cold or sheer hunger, must have gotten to him enough to slow his reactions considerably. But somehow, Lucian managed the near impossible. He had his packs Alpha on his back in the snow.

Rois had little time to counter react after hitting the ground. But unlike his younger counter part, Rois had experience. Managing after about a minute of a struggle, to finaly get Lucian face first into the soft white powder. Rois, had a knee at the back of Lucian's neck, and one of his arms, bent backwards, behind his back. It was lock, Rois was very familiar with. And at any moment on a whim of his thought he could easily break the pups arm. "I will give you this, Lucian. You are fast for yourself, but in close, I am stronger."

Lucian only replied with a few grunts, as his face and mouth, were swallowed in the snow. The rest o fthe pack was, surely enough laughing. After all, many of them had been in teh same position. But The laughter of one of them was cut short, as a silver tipped arrow, entered his forehead. His eyes rolled back and his mouth as open, foam was present. He hadn't even had a chance to figure what was going on, and like that, he fell backwards and to the left. Rois, was instantly off of Lucian.

"Ambush!" he shouted, making sure they were all aware of the situation. Berating himself silentlt, if he hadn't got into a fight with Lucian, then he would have caught their scent. But it was too late now, they were upon them. "It would seem you got your wish. Now get up, and prove yourself." Not waiting around, anymore. Rois, began his transformation.

His back arching up his spine popping up, the amor shattering...He yelled a snoat forming from his mouth the yell forming into a howl. His hands began to cover with fur his nails getting longer. He stood his legs popping back, the the boots were destroyed as well. Leaving him in nothing more then his dark brown fur, and bracers. Two arrows, flew and crashed into his chest. Letting out a howl, it was painful but he would manage through it. In an instant he was upon the first of the enemies. Lefting him into the air, grappling him, by the chest then the legs. Twisting, him around once, both hands moving in opposite directions. A loud craking of of bones. Then lefting him over his head, he jerked in opposite directions. Ripping the Vampire in two, blood spouting, and his guts emptying out, sliding down off of rois' thickened fur.

The pack, took the intiative and followed their leader. Changing and moving to fight the nearest one to them. Vampire after vampire fell, to Lycan. And like wise, A few lycans were lost to the skirish as well.

Lucian, who had changed as with the others. Was upon his first Vampire, seeming to be having a diffucult time. The vampire, spuwn around Lucian. As he went for a grapple, and sliced across his back. Lucian, had never really been hit before, at least not by silver. And it seemed to have little more effect other than just making him angry. Spining around, quicker then the Vampire could react. He thrust a foot forward and knocked him down. And before he could recover, Lucian teeth met vampire flesh at the neck. Clamping down hard, and ripping backwards. Thusly decapitating the Vampire.

The warm blood of a fresh kill, was enough to drive any Lycan into a bloodlust. Especially, had it been their first in over 3 months. His eyes, slightlyt shifted into a boiling red, letting out a loud howl. Turning around, and setting upon more in his almost beserking strength.

It was too late though for heroics...There were too many of them by now, and they kept coming. For all it was the enemies ambush was a total success. Rois, let out teh command to retreat. Half of his pack was gone, and who ever he had left could be saved by this. All but one retreated, and that was Lucian. So lost in his bloodlust, he was ignoring all teh commands Rois gave. So it came down to two ooptions...Attemt to reawakedn him to the dilema, or leave him.

Lucian, had come to him, had followed him, joined the pack willing of his on regard. Rois, couldn't leave him behind. Moving over to Lucian, with all haste. And smashing his fist into the side of his head, It was more then enough to put the kid under. Grabbing, him and getting out of there as fast as he could....

Opening his eyes, Rois, let the searing hot water run over his flesh one more time, before finaly turning it off. Thinking to himself... Memories are best left at that....Memories.

Out of the shower, sliding on his black, and dark grey BDU style pants. As well, as his dark grey t-shirt, the doning his armor. The process taking around, thrity minutes. After which he headed for the door. "Too many damned things to do, and not enough time in the day." With that he headed for the Underworld...

Lucian

Date: 2009-01-11 07:09 EST
Lucian laid in bed, he tossed and turned. He was haveing a dream....well more of a nightmare.

Lucian stood in a row of uniformed soldiers. He was wearing the same red coat as the guy next to him holding the gun exactly the same. The General past him informing which regiment does what. "When we get back to england, if we do Im buying drinks!" he joked with the soldiers around him. They let out a low laugh as the General rode past again.

It was from behind a tree, in a forest surrounding a clearing that hid Rois. Wearing whatever clothes he had with him at the time. Peeking carefully around from behind the tree...."Steady?" he ordered seeing the British form there ranks. He was organizing his troops in the forest where he seemed to have the upper hand. "Do not think of if we lose this battle, think of when we win this battle. Of your families, your lives, and yes even the freedom we have been fighting for. Don't let them down, don't let yourself down, No! Don't let your country down!" His fellow soldiers cheered. They were smaller but they were more savage and less uniform than the Brittish. Which could come in handy...

Lucian waited for the order to be given once it was they began to march towards the forest where they knew the Americans were hideing. He was prepared and longed for this moment. Killing people was his thing....Being paid to do it was even better. He only worried if he could control his hunger after they win the battle.

The red coats reached the woods entering them slowly and breaking into there groups.

"NOW!"Rois yelled popping from behind the tree stabbing one of the red coats with his bayonet. He shot another in the stomach point blank the bullet tearing the guys stomach up. His fellow troops were already out and fighting....

Lucian was not suprised he smelt the soldiers but couldnt say anything. He droped his rifle and pulled out his pistols. He shot a guy in the chest another guy ran at him and got his face blown off. A evil grin came across Lucians face as he killed the men. He was charged by two men, he jumped into the flipping over them and kicking them forward before slamming on the ground. He rolled over lifting a fallen soldiers gun shooting one....The other pulled his pistol shooting Lucian in the arm. A yelp could be heard comming from Lucian. He jumped from the ground slamming down ontop of the guy....He held the guys head in his hands twisting it, the guys body fell limp. Lucian noticed the colors of a higher officer, "This should be fun!" he said with a smirk...

Rois kicked a soldier in the face, the soldier fell to the ground lifeless. Rois was tearing through soldiers, He then noticed someone coming up on him. He prepared his fist watching the guy approach. Lucian cracked his neck left then right...."Ready for death are we?" Lucian asked Rois....Rois sayanything but wait for him to throw the first punch. Lucian lunged at him, he planted a quick punch on Rois's jaw. Rois retaliated with a jab in the stomach. Lucian let out a caugh as he backed away...."Tough little sucker" he said smirking seeing the soldiers around him still fighting. Rois watched Lucian "Your pretty fast!" Rois added as they stared each other down waiting for the other to do something...

Lucian dropped his fist, he just noticed something. With those words said it brought back a memory. "Roi...?" was all he could get out before being knocked out from behind with the butt of a gun weilded an American Soldier. His body fell to the ground his head bleeding slighty.

Lucian shook awake, "Another one of those drams..." he pulled the blankets over his head slowly going back to sleep.

Rois

Date: 2009-01-11 11:30 EST
Even a bullet to the eye, a near fatal expierence couldn't sherk Rois from his duties. IT was one of the few things that remianed of his old title, that he, on some bizarre level, enjoyed. Up and dressed before anyone else, giving him little more than a few hours of sleep. The process, of doning his armor would take even longer this morning. Seeing as he was one eye short, to see everything with. Once all of it was set, and positioned comfortably. He was out the front door.

His destination was the Underworld, the one place in all of Rhy'din, where vampires and Lycan alike shared an uneasy truce. Not essentially in Rhy'din itself, but under its surface. Some 50 ft below it to be exact. A massive cavern, and a massive market. Low-lit, and well hidden away from the sun. The occasional sound of bats, heard flying over head, as the screech on by, deeper into the cave. It was riddled, with sound, voices haggling over prices. The moans, of a woman, being taken by a man who most likely paid for her. As well, as the occasional, whore trying to sell herself to you. It was dusty, who else would one go about getting rid of all the dirt, so no, everyone who ventured in here grew fastly accustomed to it. The smell, of the place was almost enough to over power any senses.

But for all, its trash, filth, harlets, cutthroats, and yes even pickpockets. There was almost litterally no better place to find information. That had been his reason for coming here, to get any information on the select group of vampire that Rhy'din seemed to be infested with. Around, a corner"He stopped, he had to admire this one.

She was the first that he had seen in a while, that appeared to even be worth the money. Dark brown hair, tempting light blue eyes, and as any man would describe it, curves in all the right places. Oh yes, he was distracted indeed"But that was the glamour of it all, draw in the inexperienced ones, try to get them to take the bait, then take every bit of what they had. Rois, new the tricks out here. This must have been his fifty-fourth time coming to the Underworld. As much as it pained him though, he had more pressing matters. Of course when this was all said and done, and everything was taken care of?He might just have to pay a visit to that little piece of eye candy.

Finding his contact was easy enough for him, they had always used the same meeting place for the last one and half months.

"So Reese, have you gathered the information I asked for?" Putting it bluntly, they always made there conversations quick. Of course, Reese never spoke at these meeting, he feared more for his life, having to come outside of his shelter. So as he had done at every meeting before. His bone, hand extended, holding only a piece of parchment. Rois took it""Thank you Reese, you have never let me down before."

With his objective now complete, Rois headed back over to the where he had spied the woman"Gone. She was gone, probably bought by some other. A shrug of his shoulders and he continued.

One of the few places that held any possible position in the hierarchy that was the Underwold's massive market was the Lycan district. Here it was possible to find all types of weapons, and armor for yourself. There was also a few illegal seller always open, Selling the exceptionally lethal stuff. UV bullets, armor piercing rounds, and 'splatter" points, of which Rois had dubbed the hollow point rounds. Though he wasn't here to shop today, no, the Lycan district also hosted its own arena. This was much different from the one above ground, here you could and possibly did die. A yield here was a rare, and unhonorable thing to do.

Making his way on over there, he could hear the sounds of shouts, yells, screams, and yes even the howls of the other males, as they watched or were participating in the fight. Usually, he watched, but he had some pent up frustration he had to work out. So he signed on as the next combatant.

Armor, and weapons other then your claws were strictly prohibited. These were tests of strength, and endurance. The first dead, or unconscious lost. Then again there was a rarity, a yield. It was considered dishonourable to do so, here, and at which you opponent then decided your fate.

Rois entered the small room, made out of old stones. They were slicken wet, with what he figured was a mixture of water and blood. It was an attempt to over whelm, the senses force a change. Hearing it effect the other across the arena in his chamber. He crouched, and stretching his legs. It would require more then just brute strength to overcome his opponent this time. But he was prepared, for anything, and if all else failed he would make the transformation.

The gates fell into the down, and hit the ground. Both, Rois and his opponent were darting across to each other . His opponent, went for a head swipe. And Rois ducked low, turning it into a roll. Coming out of it spinning around, one hand planted firmly in the ground, and his legs arching out as they followed him to a stop. Creating a half in the ground"And like that, Rois was charging his opponent again.

The Wolf barely had enough time to turn around, before seeing Rois, close line her. Her head, was the first thing to hit the ground, and hit it hard it did. A loud crunch, as her skull went partially into the ground. It had her dazed, And before she knew it. Rois was upon, her. Landing blow after blow into her face. When she finally regained control of his body. His fist came up and met Rois" head.

Well, the punch was a success, and knocked Rois a good 10 feet away from his target. Putting his arms in front of him, pushing up. Now on his knees, and hands. Shaking his head slightly, getting some since back into it. Then he was back to his feet, after a bit of a stagger. Looking over, his opponent had managed to get to his feet. And he was already moving in. So Rois reacted, turning and grappling with the Werewolf. His hands met the claws of his opponent.

This one was strong, and it was easy enough to tell. Rios would have to overpower him quickly, if he wanted to win this Grapple. So he quickly, jerked in, and bent his hands forward. Bending the Lycan's back simultaneously.

The young werewolf was confused as to what was going on. This was the first time she was being challenged. Rois followed through with his momentum, and hefted his opponent into the air. Leaning back just a bit, trying to keep his balance, The he twisted around, and brought the head of his opponent crashing down into the solid stone of the arena. It wasn't enough to kill, him, just to knock him around a little.

Rois, pulled him to lay forward a bit. Then sat on his back, his feet placed firmly, on the ground next to his head. His hand gripped the wolf head, below the chin and on top of the head. It was hard, this kid was tough. Starting to yell, getting his adernaline pumping. It must have taken him a good, amount of his strength and finally he was able to jerk sharply in the left. In no small part to his opponents own futile attempts at survival. Hearing the bones of the wolf neck snap, and shatter.

Letting go, damn near exhausted. He raised to his feet. And finally realized that that punch was good enough to make him bleed. Blood was at the corner of his mouth, and now his head was staring to pang in the area where the hit connected.

Once out of the arena, he recovered his equipment, and put it back on. Then headed on up for the surface, no more reason to stay here.

Back in the arena, as they were removing the dead Lycans, body. Discarding it in a pile of other dead people. It reverted to its human form?The lovely woman Rois had spotted on the street corner.

Aida

Date: 2009-01-13 17:48 EST
It was hours past midnight before she finally had the strength to move.

The ache in her head had ebbed to a dull throb, and though her ribs were far from being healed, she was able to breathe cyclically without needing to fight the urge to scream. Her restraints had loosened during her unwilling stay in the lycan's den"more notably his personal quarters, by the looks of it. It was hardly distinguishable. Every square inch of the place reeked of the musky, tangy, overpoweringly rancid stench the dogs gave off. It was more than enough to keep her mind off the other trace scent she'd picked up upon entry. Blood. Fresh blood. They may as well have been using it as house paint, for the extent by which it layered the walls and floors was astounding. Were her expert senses not so attuned to the smells, she would have frozen in terror soon as she crossed the threshold. It didn't matter. She was out of it enough with the head injury for it to fog her sense of rightness, anyhow.

The soft snoring that came from the bed did very little to banish the twisting agitation that held her stomach. Silently and quite adeptly, she managed to wriggle a dislocated wrist from the loose loophole of the leather band that had her tied. A pause. The snoring still continued. Soon as her hands were free, they flew to loose her legs unsteadily. The over-stretched and weakened ankle restraints gave far more easily. Of course they would. She steadied her breathing as she picked up the pieces left of her gown from the floor and bundled them into her bare arms feebly. She slid the split, bone-in corset about her aching torso. At least it would provide a brace. There was not much skirt left to deal with. The newborn settled for using a long piece of what-used-to-be the train of her gown and tied it about her waist tightly. She suppressed a bout of nausea. She wouldn't think of it. She wouldn't remember it. She would just move.

As she rose, a sudden feral growl sounded from the bed. She froze, not breathing.

The vampiress could not have fathomed one person could harbor so much awe, so much fear, so much unrelenting hatred, and so much utter revulsion toward this one species as she did. This one person.

" The snoring continued.

She remained petrified"rooted in place. Move. Move. Move.

Move.

Move!

In one of the most excruciating movements she performed, she took a tentative, silent step forward. The floorboards did not betray her footing'remained mute to her escape. The newborn suppressed a groan as her legs responded sorely, her thighs aching, her belly quivering with each step. She made it to the door. Noiselessly , it slid open. Maybe the gods were on her side tonight.

She moved agilely down the stairs, and almost reached the door before her makeshift garment caught on a protruding nail and made a loud hiss in protest. A shuffling was heard in the inmost room of the den"what she could only assume was the alpha of the pack. Or the female. She didn't give herself time to think. What would be adrenaline filled her calves so much they burned with the desperate need to sprint. Her breathing went to her head as she flung the door open and ran.

And ran.

And ran.

By the time she slowed her progression, she was deep in the forest. She was not safe yet, but she could run no further?the ache in her head made the ground tilt at the oddest angle before things went very dark.

She woke hours later. The sun was coming up. Fumbling blindly through the underbrush, the newborn made her way to a familiar-looking cottage and squeezed through the entry. Empty black holes that were her eyes narrowed to slits. She would see him again, and soon. Next time, she would be ready. And he would mourn the day he battled with this vampire.

Him and his whole blasted pack.

Rois

Date: 2009-01-13 19:06 EST
{"A new conflict" is the title of the Story Line. Do not post under the subject "A new conflict," without first seeking permission from Aida, Lucian, or myself.}

13:58:48

Was the time Rois had awoken. Raising up in the bed, the blanket sliding down. Revealing his upperhalf, of his torso. Bringing a hand to his forehead, letting it slide over his shaved head. His knuckles, were completely healed, save for the bruising that surrounded them. Slightly puffing his fist out in the area, on his left had. All, this for what was, to him a good night, and even better morning.

Tilting his head to the left slighly, spieing her bounds. But no, vampire...Shit, she's a sneaky one. No sense in rushing to get out of bed now, she was gone for now. Sliding his black, and dark grey BDU style pants, as well as his dark grey t-shirt. His boot, on his feet. Tieing the laces tightly. Then came his armor...This time, if he encountered her. She would find it even more difficult to try all those bite she had that morning. Crouching down next to teh ropes, he used as bounds. Gripping them in his hand, bring them up. Taking a a deep drag on the ropes scent...There was hardly enough to use on it anyway. Then he rembered the gag, and the beating he had given her that morning. Easily enough there was still some remains of her blood. Lifting it to, to his nostrils. Flaring as they took in a heavier scent then before. His eyes, partially rolled back into his head, and his lids closed on them. OPening up, he dropped the gag. Heading out the front door.

It had been some time since he had tracked some one by a long dead scent and a cold trail...Oh how he was going to enjoy this.

17:30:10

The scent wasn't fresh, in fact it was somewhat old. Any tracker will tell you tracking, is by far harder when the trail is cold. And those same rules applied here, if not where doubled. Through the alleys, he moved.

Coming into the forest, sliding to a hault. Sniffing the air once more...She had been here. But these forests were tricky to navigate. As with most of teh surrounding forests, he had come to realize they tended to hardor magical energies that blotted out most senses. Crouching down, scooping up so loose dirt. Looking at it.

"Which way did you go." He wasn't startled when Lucian came bounding up. he had assumed his lycan hybrid form to increase his speed to catach up with Rois. Skidding to a halt, looking forward. Then to Rois, Lucian became shorter, his legs straightened out. His body, became less and less like that of a canine, and more of a human. Until, he was standing like any other man. And with his human like appearence.

"So, which way did she go?" asked, a bit on the intorreable side. Angered, by the fact that somehow, someway, by the grace of god. She had managed to escape the Den unharmed.

Damn forrests... The only thing that entered into his head. Why did she have to go to the forrests, for protection' What did she look for out here, what was there except endless woods. Or did she perhaps plan this, to fool the old dog. Maybe she didn't count on him, actually following her this far. But now...now there as two of them.

Standing to his feet, letting the dirt fall free of his hand. Looking deeper into the forrest. "The trail ends here, strangely enough." Tilting his head to view Lucian. "We'll split up, and search the forest. If we haven't found her by day break, then we will know she isn't here." It was logical, if she had spotted eiter of them, then she would, he hoped, be smart enough to flee the area. Perferring tracking in towns over tracking in forrest's, of the heavily enchanted variety.

But he was wasting time. Looking back into the forest, he darted into the overgrowth and the underbrush of the luciously green area.

Aida

Date: 2009-01-18 20:36 EST
The blacksmith's body collapsed in a heap at her feet.

It really was a shame. He'd still at least a liter of fluid in him that could have been siphoned. But Aida wasn't ready to risk weighing the incapacitating bout of nausea that accompanied the dead with the benefits of just one liter of blood. She'd just have to feed again, and soon.

That thought alone sent the newborn into livid frenzy. She kicked her latest victim's body into the river behind his shop and swept into the alley in a flourish of thick black. The situation was already entirely out of hand. The tradesman alone had been her ninth victim today. She used to subsist on one meal every few nights'sometimes less. But now her voracious appetite just never seemed to be quenched. The milky, ruddy, deteriorated look of the vampiress's eyes was evidence enough that her lust for blood and violence was expanding exponentially with each day. Her stomach alone could not hold all the content it craved. And still. She needed more.

An hour passed, and she was at that familiar-looking cottage deep in the glen. The calming cinnamon scent that aerated the bedroom did nothing of the sort"only made the newborn more uneasy. Her breath was coming in short, rapid gasps as she did not delay to the bedstand and washbasin. Her thick, protective hood and mask were thrown off milliseconds before she'd cupped the water and splashed it over her face and head. Cold as the water was, it still felt lukewarm to this one's artic skin. Polar hands on either side of the basin, Aida looked slowly into the mirror hanging before her. The water did nothing to improve her color'did not feign a sheen of perspiration. She looked more like the dead than any dead person had a right to. Her cheeks were gaunt'skin stretched tight over brittle cheekbones. The circles beneath the vampire's eyes were a deep purple. The face that looked back at her sneered with hostility, a snarl erupting from her lips.

Those teeth of hers were long. Much longer than she was used to. But then, she'd experienced this before. She knew what it meant.

Slowly those once supple fingers slid to the woman's high-necked blouse and hesitated on the buttons. She undid them singularly, reluctantly, and pulled open the garment.

Her fingertips moved softly around the circular pattern the lycan's teeth had made in the flesh above her left breast.

"It's not?" she mumbled incoherently. It wasn't it. It wasn't the problem. She'd been infected with lycanthropy last skirmish she got herself into with dogs. She knew the symptoms"abnormal belligerence, blatant hostility, lack of control.

But this voracious appetite was something new altogether. The thirst never abated, and somehow, no matter how much she drank, she always looked like a walking corpse"was always weak, always ill. Always being robbed of her energy.

" like something was draining her. Looking at the sickly pallor she gave off in her reflection, the vampire growled and turned her back to it, shrugging out of her clothes and making for the stream behind her cottage. She had to get out of her house, where his scent was so potent. She couldn't be reminded of the crimson man while she relived that moment, anger bubbling in her veins.

She thought about having him remove the virus again, but it was only fleeting. The newborn had made herself sick with self-loathing for all the dependence she placed on her mate. That he always had to clean up her messes was more than bothersome"it was infuriating. This (quite literally) cold-hearted lamia detested the damsel-in-distress position, and even moreso the helplessness that came with it.

That pale body slid effortlessly, silently into the water with a sigh. A glance to the sky"the moon was just beginning to come out. It was really quite radiant.

Where did that current come from"

No. There was no current. The stream was stagnant here.

Then" what?"

A jerk. No. It wasn't full moon. Aida may not have been a lycanthrope before for long but she knew enough that she wouldn't phase against her will unless it were full moon.

Still. She could feel her ribs expanding, her pelvis angling with a sickening crunch. Her muscles became rigid around her torso.

" but then the transformation stopped.

Then she felt it.

A heartbeat. It fluttered like a hummingbird's wings. But it wasn't in her chest where it would have belonged. It was lower. Smaller. Impossibly small.

In an instant, she'd herself out of the water and was inside at the mirror again. Milky reds fell to the middle of the reflection and froze.

Surprise. Compassion. Love, unconditional.

" But then"

Hatred. Loathing. Detestability. Nausea. Unspeakable, unfathomable outrage and animosity.

She knew what it was. And she knew where it came from.

Absently, the vampire's eyes scanned the room for something sharp.

Rois

Date: 2009-01-19 04:10 EST
It had been near two days, and he had seen hide, nor hair of his prey. It was as if the forest of this area, was against him. Then again, wasn't that how it had always been.

Bounding over a fallne tree. Quickening his pace, he spied something in teh distance. Coming upon it, he didn't stop. No infact he cleared the chasm easily, in a solitary jump. Rolling as he landed on the other side, rolling into a three-point crouch.

The hunt has his blood, moving, in anger, anticipation, lusting for a kill. Of course, his hands were red. Blood encrusted as he had to eat on the go, and had never anytime to stop and wash. Having little time to do anything, especially cut his hair. Which had grown out, as his hair always did grow back fast. Thick, dark brown mess it had become.

His own scent was becoming a bit overpowering, and was becoming a partial nuisciance to himself. But he could bear it, none the less. How long have I been crouching here. MOVE! he asked and commended of himself. Moving on all fours, in full armor. Something exceptionally hard to do, but having spent so much extensive time inside of his armor. It had grown to be like a second skin to him, not comfortably, but it was like it. This showed as he was easily able to manuver, around obstacles.

Another fallen tree, over it he went. Landing, sliding, on his stomach under anoter to high to jump. Back on all fours, around a tree, and back into the under brush.

Bounding out of the forest, some hours later. Dropping to his arse, raising a knee. Letting his left arm rest on it, his other leg stretched out before him, and his rma loose at his side, as well as heavy breaths taken in. Rois had been hunting for two days, and on the non-stop move. He had covered more terrian then most would in a week. A dedicated hunter truely, but everyone had their limits. Turning his head to view the town...

He would return to the Den tonight. rest up some and finish the rest of his tracking. If she was found tomorow, he would extend his search into the town itself. There, she would be easier to track, asking locals for information could prove useful. Plus, anyone she feeds on will be a grand source for a scent trail.

Rising wearily to his feet. Casually he made his way back to the town.

"I will find you..."

Rois

Date: 2009-01-27 00:09 EST
The Forest

Landing hard on the ground, kneeling tilting his head slowly from left to right, not to far from a small house in the remote sections of the woods. A lake near by, and an unmistakable scent coated the area. He would have to thank Ana, her little find, had turned up a major result for him. There seemed to be no one home, but that was how it always seemed when you hunted vampires.

Standing to his feet, the armor on his knees creaking as it showed that he had been taking care of it, only dirt and other tiny particals were trapped within the joints. A quick shake of his body, raising a hand to rub his shoulder. Tilting his head to view the last rays of the sun, through the trees.

Taking in a deep breath, and exhaling. Here was wehre his target called home, or at least a safe house. You are going to need to work quickly... Rois told himself. Looking around, the ground would be a perfect stage from a pitfall, the trees could provide him with partial covering. And he could set together more traps from his own in depth knowledge. But first, he spoke aloud.

"I will need bait...And it will have to be alive." Taking off of the bear trap he had brought with him, placing it on the ground, and covering it with leaves and branches. It was set, Now he just needed to gain the bait.

Turning around, and heading back into the brush. Leaping over a small bush, and moving inbetween trees. Picking up speed, and leaping over a fallen tree and going into a tight roll. He had leapt, and the tree was hiding the edge of a cliff. Hitting the ground rolling, coming out of it. And letting out a low growl, having landed on a jagged rock, the punctured a weak point in his armor. Now it was bleeding, but that could be ignored. Getting to his feet and continuing on his path.

The Bait

The girl hurried around a corner. Almost slipping and falling, after all such a sharp turn is a dangerous thing. What is chasing me" Why is it chasing me" Those were the thought that were painted on the young adults face, that and terror, possibly more fear then anything. But When the human, wolf hybrid, leapt from th ewall to her left. On to the wall of her right, then out in front of her. She was forced to flee for the forest.

Somewhat of a malicious grin crossed Rois' facial features. This was the first tiem he had changed since he had come here, and what an exhillerating experience it always was. Watching the human, the cattle, no...His bait, for her. Flee into the forest, he merely dropped down to all fours and darted off after her.

She was now in his domain, he had set this up. And would lead her straight towards the trap he had previously set. The human wasn't smart, she ducked and hid behind a tree. Rois, would only have to follow her scent. Bounding to teh left, and hoping from tree to tree. Landing on the tree she was at silently. Scurring around thr trunk, then crawling down until his head was right next to hers. She was trembling, fumbling over a symbol of what he assumed to be her patron god, or goddess.

Hearing the low growl, as she turned her head to face the Werewolf. A shriek of terror, and she rose to her feet and started off again. The creature seemed to watch, and stay put for a few seconds. Before bounding off of the tree and to the ground, giving chase of her once more. Her heart was pounding, fast enough that it fealt as though it would burst out of her chest, and keep pounding. Through the maze of trees, she ran. Not paying attention to what was ahead, always looking over her shoulder. She fealt the ground go soft, and she tripped over an uprooted tree root, and smashed into a small pool of water.

Mud painted her face, and her white dress. Pushing herself up, and continuing on her run for her life. Coming to a cliff, she had no options. She would have to climb.

Rois, smashed through the pool of water. Slickening his fur, and drenching him partially. She was fast for a human, but she wasn't that fast. Fact be told, if he was hunting her she would have been dead when she tripped. Breaking through the tree line, and watching her. She was not far now, her journey was almost to an end. Staying put, on all fours, adn moving in circles, he was waiting for her to get half way up the cliff before continuing after her.

It was watching her, but she didn't stop. Every second he delayed, was another second she got to move. Looking down, as soon as she had gotten to the top, He was on the move again. Getting to her feet with out delay she darted back further into the forest in a mad dash. Looking back behind her, she saw him, crest the edge of the cliff.

Turning her head back to face forward, she was mvoing as fast as her legs could move her. Inbetween trees, once more, and through the bushes. Then, she tripped, and let out a blood curling scream.

He was on her tail, litterally showing her the path to take as he cahsed her. When he heard the sound of metal slaming shut, and bones cracking under the pressure. Then he knew it was done, the bait was set. Continuing, on and hoping into a tree. Letting his claws dig heavily into the bark as he waited.

This vantage gave him a clear view of the house, and of his trap. The sweet smell, of her blood gushing from the open wound on her leg. A tantilizing ordeal to go through, but he was patiant, and wasn't about to ruin almost a months time worth of work over a simple, primal urge. His ears perked, hearing birds take flight. His figure, melding into the shadow of the leaves, as the last rays of the sun dissappeared below the horizon.

Aida

Date: 2009-01-28 02:20 EST
Bartholomew made his way back to the bar and wrapped a grisly, calloused hand around the lead tankard, polishing off his final pint of ale for the afternoon. A less-than-handsome sailor caught him by the elbow as he turned to leave.

"Where you think you're goin", Bart' I've still got' *hic*" got a score"uh settle with "ya!" He swayed on his stool.

Bart casually shrugged out of his colleague's feeble grip. "Not now, Will. I'ma get me some action thissun" evenin"," the green-eyed sailor said with a wink before he looked to the back corner of the tavern. Will followed his gaze bleary-eyed until he let out a loud whistle to the mouth-dropping dame leaning against the doorframe. For the dead of winter, this one was dressed a little scantily. Not that he minded, of course. She was all woman; a vision in an organza black corseted number with tiered skirt and expensive-looking leather boots. That wasn't all. She had to have been the most attractive woman he'd ever seen in his life! Pale skin, angelic face, silky black curls, legs for days" there was no way in hell Bart had scored this piece of tail.

"In your dreams, pal," Will sniffed in derision at the blatant lie.

He was stunned when he saw the femme flashing a grin at his friend from across the room. When he looked again, she winked and jerked her head toward the door, eyeing Bart all the while. Will's mouth dropped.

"I willun" back "fore dawn," Bart winked. "Don' be a"waitin" up for me, eh?"

Will watched all the while, mouth agape, as the pot-bellied sailmaker traipsed out of the joint with the lithe temptress on his arm. How in the hell did such a loser like that manage a night out with such a goddess" Maybe it was the ale going to his head.

Ruefully, the sailor turned back to his tankard and proceeded to drain his fifth helping. Another copper on the bartop: "Joe. One more."

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"Shall we move somewhere a bit more comfortable?" Bart murmured, wrapping a firm hand around the woman's waist and grazing her chest with the other. He went in for another taste of her sweet lips.

"I like it here," she cooed softly, after the kiss was well received.

Bart took a skeptical survey of the offal-coated cobblestones in the shaded, abandoned alley. "Here?"

"Yes, here." She placed freezing hands on the sides of his jaw and jerked gently upward to expose his neck. She nuzzled it tenderly, kissing his skin with parted lips.

"Hey whatever gets you goin", lovely," the sailor resigned quickly and oh-so-casually moved his hands down past her waist to pull up the hem of her skirt. She didn't protest, so he continued.

"I never caught your name," he began as he greedily felt at the outer skin of her thighs. Why was she so damn cold" A shiver ran up his spine as the femme teased the skin of his neck with her teeth.

"I never gave it," she whispered, a new, threatening edge to her musical voice.

The sailor looked at the woman questioningly, only to meet with a pair of dead-black, hungry, dangerous eyes. He froze. She grinned, her frightening smile glinting frighteningly.

"Good night, Bart."

His scream was stifled with something cold and hard as he felt a searing pain in the side of his neck. The fire erupted all throughout his body, filling him with so much torturous affliction he grew incapacitated with the agony. Nothing could be worse than this pain. He was burning. He was on fire. He was blazing from the insides. Make it stop. Death. Death. Please death.

Then, it grew very, very cold. Very quiet.

Very dark.

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Aida let the body slump over naturally as she wiped her mouth. A tug of her dress was followed with a snort of derision at the new wrinkles. Hopefully she would be able to change and wash up before her love had the chance to catch the scent the sailor's grimy paws had left all over her. A quick glance to the placement of the setting sun from the safety of her industrial canopy. Maybe she'd be lucky and have a chance to see him tonight, even. If that were the case, she'd have to get cleaned up quickly.

She left the sailor's body far behind and moved soundlessly through the shadows, the wind whistling past her ears as she covered miles in a matter of minutes. Aida never had the chance to test herself, but she was fairly certain that if she were dressed appropriately and had an expanse of land before her, she could get to speeds well above four hundred kilometers per hour. The only time she ever felt the need to run that quickly was" well" she wouldn't remember that. She was just beginning to forget the rancid smell.

She made rounds of the forest, keeping safely far from direct sunlight, before plunging into wild array of wood and greenery with agile, noiseless grace, and not slowing in the slightest. Expert eyes picked up every nuance of every leaf around her as she moved, her sight so perfect with attention to detail it were as if she were standing still for hours in observation with the world's largest magnifying glass.

She had no need to remember. Everything that reminded Aida of them was virtually gone. She slid a hand to her belly for reassurance. It was flat and well-healed. Even the smell was faint.

Wait. The smell was faint"

No. It wasn't faint. It was growing stronger. Irresistibly strong.

The vampiress stopped dead in her tracks, lurching forward with the sudden force of inertia. She lifted her nose to the air and inhaled deeply.

It was unmistakable. The beta had been here very recently. The newborn bent forward in a crouch, her eyes wide with alert, tamed terror. She scooped up a handful of leaves at her feet and brought them to her nose. She could smell the sweat and traces of his blood on them. It was very fresh.

In the distance, she heard the most blood-curdling scream. She froze. It was coming from the direction of her home— the direction where his scent led, and where it appeared he was hunting. Aida swallowed dryly, and slowly, carefully started backing away, her breath speeding to the point of hyperventilation.

He was here. He knew where she lived. He was still looking for her. She spun around and took to the city, her muscles burning with uncontrollable desire for more exertion. She couldn't move fast enough. She could never move fast enough. She couldn't stop. She had to run. It was absolutely impossible to stop. She could never stop. She would never stop.

But she did.

Halfway through the market square, the sun now set and darkness safely consuming her surroundings, she threw herself onto her knees in a desperate attempt to keep her legs from continuing their manic stride. Her entire person was trembling with a painful mix of absolute terror, hysteria, and unspeakable rage.

The dog" no' the MUTT had encroached on her territory"the one place she called home; the one place she felt safe. More importantly, he encroached upon and occupied the one place her love had given her as a safe haven. It was a gift, and he sullied it with his filthy, disgusting presence. This was unforgivable. She grit her teeth and wrapped both arms around her ribs to steady herself. She had a promise to keep with her love. She knew that. Remember your promise, Aida. You promised him you wouldn't seek them out without help.

But all thought of reason was rapidly fleeing her mind as she imagined the dog sniffing at her belongings. Sniffing at her. Touching her.

She hiccupped and wiped her face, astounded at the tears she found there. This fear was ridiculous. The rage was sure and warranted, of course, but the terror she felt' Well it wouldn't do. And there was only one way to be rid of it.

They all would have to die, and very, very soon.

Her love would understand.

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Sid, the town crier, made his way back through the market place for one last circle of the city before he went home for the evening. He stopped short when he caught sight of a very unnerved young woman kneeling in the middle of the street. He neared her cautiously, remaining in her sight.

"Miss?"

She didn't look up.

"Miss, is everything all right"

A growl rumbled in the woman's chest. Sid started, his eyes widening.

"No,? she replied caustically, icily. Then she rose, and took to the outskirts without another word.

Rois

Date: 2009-01-28 10:47 EST
Night had fell, and with it, the cold had come. HIs breath could be distinguished easily. A minor shake covered his body. The air was getting to him, and his Bait woud die soon. Either from loss, of blood, or hypothermia.

The sun, would not be up for some time, and he could wait for as long as that. If she didn't come by then, he would hunt her in the day. Content for now, easily able to distinguish, human for his target.

A rustling of the bushes below him didn't startle, just lead to a new idea.

Hunters that patrolled the forests, normally after game, would have undoubtedly heard the scream. And he had already figured a plan. He watched the hunter move over to his bait.

"Shhh...It'll be ok, I get you out of this." Was whispered as he went about starting to try to unpry the bear traps teeth.

She was dizzy, the amount of blood that had pooled around her, was frigidly cold. Hypothermia had strated to set in. her skin was palish blue, her lips a dark blue. She was quite litterally freezing to death. She heard teh mans voice, and looked to him, her eyes grew wide. A chance, for the first time since dusk, here was a chance to survie this ordeal. Her voice faint, weak, and hurried. "Qui-quickly, we n-n-need to get ou-out of here"

In the shade of the trees, he watched down with a grin. A flash of fur, and shadow as he bounded toward another tree. Landing silently in it, He now stalked two people, and waited for the trio to arrive. The hunter made it all to easy, it was cold and he had dressed appropriately. Thick fur, and other bulky clothes.

Leaning forward, and leaping down, right as the hunter had gotten leverage on the trap. Rois barreled into him, causing him to let go of teh trap, and it slammed shut once more on the poor woman. she screamed again, but had lost so much energy, it was a weak whisper of its former magnitude.

A tustle was all Rois, tear the cloths just a bit, but leave his scent on the furs. Before bounding off into the bushes looping around, and getting in a different tree.

The hunter was confused, he had seen wolves before but none like that. But the fact it had let him live was a miracle in and of itself. Not wasting any time he head back to the woman, she was weak. A fressh coating of blood lay over the half way frozen red water. If she were to have any hope of survival, he would need to get this open first. Then bandage her wound, and get her as warm as possible.

To the trap, all he could do was try.

Just try....

Rois

Date: 2009-04-21 00:31 EST
{Story Line: A new conflict...Was finished in Live Roleplay. Sorry for any inconvience that may have caused.}

"Falling Into the Shadows of Corruption..."Part I

Rois, found himself on the run once more. It had been sometime, but this time was exceptionally diiferent. Bleeding out, the silver bullets burned in his body. The familiar sound of a hammer striking the end of a round, was sounded not to far behind him. His body, reacted quicker then he even noticed. Rolling to the right, and pressing off with as much force as he could. A lateral, spining flip, parallel to the ground. Landing, digging his claws in deep into the trunk of the old tree. Springing forward, and continuing his flight.

Damn, she's faster then I remember...Just then, another sounding of an bullet. This one biting in hard to his hindquarters. And sent him trumbling to the ground, and slamming into it hard. A sicking sound as bones crunched, and compressed. His body rag dolling as he continued his tumble across the ground. Coming to a hard halt as his body slammed into the trunk of another tree.

His sense's were fading along with his strength. Managing to get his knees into the ground, and push up with his arms. his body was twitching with nerve impulses. Blood, gushed from his mouth as he coughed heavily. The dark red, boiling hot with adernaline ichor, covered his body in streaks. Melding with his sweat...It was a pitiful sight.

A tig snaping brought a bit of strength back to the wolf. But as soon as it was there it was gone, as the feeling of boot meeting gut, had him lifted off the ground, and falling to it on his back. His arms instinctually, crunched at his stomach. And he contracted in to protect himself just a bit. And rolled onto his left side. Only to have his face met, with the end of a boot.

A sharp pain sent through his head. The crimson of his life, slowly working its way, down his upperlip. And cresting, and dripping in a slow manner towards the ground, from the edges on his mouth.

"Oh, come now...The great mighty Rois. Falling so easily. I've been hunting you for centuries. ever since you sunk your acursed canines into the last member of my family." A sly smile, revealing the protrusion of fangs. "Well, save for me of course. Leaning down and placing a hand, softly, against his cheek. "Perhaps, showing kindness in your race...isn't wise. Especially not for you."

A snarl and he lunged out with his teeth, it was afutile attempt to bite her hand clean off. In which it was met with a silver gun barrell being put in his mouth. The hammer, drawing back. It was a split second between life and death.

Rois', reflexes...Through pain and all. Somehow outmoved, the drawing closer hammer, with a feral speed and power. Breaking, in two her forearm, and moving the gun to the side just enough for the barrell to press against his cheek. The hammer connected to teh end of the bullet, bursting out of the side of Rois' head.

A whole new type of lust flowed through Rois...Blood lust, in its own unique mixture of pain, hatred, and pure anger in the most feral of forms. It drove him to fight through the pain. Swinging his lower section around, and tripping her. His right hand taking the gun out, thrusting it into her gut. With almost enough force to piercing the skin.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! the clip was now empty, and it was enough to temporarily stun the vampiress. Rocking to on his shoulders, placing his hands firmly against the ground next to his shoulders. And kicking up, he landed wobbly to his feet. Starting in a sprint, his bones reconfiguring. Expanding, becoming more endurable. Ripping his skin, off as it is replaced with dark fur. Leaping once more, and sprint away on all fours.

Getting to her, feet...The whole in her stomach, wouldn't bother her any. It was silver bullets after all. Looking in the direction he had fled. A twisted smile as she, thought to herself. Well...now Rois, I have you conered.

Maria Koi

Date: 2009-08-14 02:59 EST
Maria stood there wondering if she should give chase. She was having a lot of fun making him run with his tail between his legs. As this crosses her mind she begins to sprint after him. Her mind only focused on the hunt. This made it easier to relax her muscles.

She caught a glimpse of Rois as he bound on. He did not realize that he was leaving a blood trail. A smell so strong she was surprised no one else had picked it up. She changes the clip in her gun with a grin on her face.

With a half shrug she picks up her speed. She can now see him clearly in front of her. She bring up her now fully clipped gun, leveling it on his back side. She wanted to make him hurt.

As she shot he dodges the bullet and it bounces off a tree with only a little force at him. Even though not much force it lands half way in a wound. A horrid howl escapes his mouth. She shakes her head with a growl.

As he turns to run into a cave she notice he was limping. This makes her frown as she follows him slowly. The cave had a light coming from the opening. This why her foot steps at slowed. His had also slowed to a small pacing. He was changing back into his human form.

Normally this would make a woman blush but she simply brought out a shirt and pants. With out thinking she tosses them at him then she growls. She brings up the gun and levels it at his head as he changes.

"Kind of tight I do say myself, Maria. Always had a touch of kindness to you though. I will not spare a thank you." He laughs at this, "I may be wounded but do not forgot who I am."

She snarls and shoots the gun at him right between the eyes. He tries to dodge but it grazes his right eye. He snarls and lungs for her.This makes her laugh because she jumps almost at the last second and uses his shoulders to flip over him.

"Well Rois learn some new moves and this might be a challenge," she says this almost in a playful tone. She sprints to the cave with him right behind her. As she enter a man steps up before her. She stops short making Rois run into her.

This makes her stumble and she growls back at him. Rois grabs her only to be pinned by the stranger. The man has him by one of the many wounds. This was not what Maria had wanted in the long run. She steps up and growls at the man.

Turning the man lets go of Rois, "My lady, I am sorry but was only trying to help." Rois falls to the ground almost quivering. She only nods at the man and walks over to Rois. She kneels with the gun under his chin.

She does not say a word but looks at him. He meets her gaze straight on, not even trying to move the gun. He knew he could but something had them both frozen. The words: Find the truth. echos through both their heads.

With this Maria wakes up to find herself holding her gun and pointing. She only shrugs as this was normal. She had been dreaming of two weeks ago. The man that neither of them knew had knocked both out and let Rois get away. This had made her very angry at the time. Now she would find him soon as she always did.

She stands out of her bed and begins to get ready for her day. She pulls on her regular black and red top with her white tennis skirt. She then picks up her gloves to slide them on. As she does the door bell rings and her head turns towards the door.

Rois

Date: 2009-08-22 00:58 EST
"Seeing how far the rabbit hole goes..."chapter 1 of Part 1

Rois had, had two whole weeks to recover. His body was almost brusting wth malicious intentions. She, "Maria...," Her name a whisper on the edge of his tongue. She had caused him to need so much recovery time. His eye, it had healed. It partially reminded him of when, Lucian, used the humans tools of the hunt. Only with the addition of his, personal demons, bullets. Liquid silver was harder to remove from ones body, then a regular silvered bullet.

But with all the bullet holes that had riddled his...Walking corpse would be more acurate, he managed to bleed it all out before it was lethally in his blood stream.

Raising slowly, and placing an arm against his stomach, letting it rest on his thighs. Blood soaked bandages, were almost the carpeting of the floor. A medical lab, And I.V in his arm. Running neccessary water into his viens, and the second I.V, was blood type O-Negative. For how long he was out would never be fully grasped. But somehow, someway he was in a hospital.

The sheet that lay on him, hiding his lower region away from plain view. The bullet holes, that once riddled his body, healed, or healing. For the most part, he had new scar to show for the little excursion into the woods that night. His body absently allowed his head to turn, a scan of the room. Windows, let him see the broad daylight of the morning. A solitary door, was the entry and exit that the doctor and, if at all any visitors may use.

Turning, more of a sliding. His right hand reaching up, and removing the I.V's. Sliding to his feet, the cold of the room, countered his own internal tempature. And almost instantly, his legs nearly gave out below him. A smile, Maria really messed him up good.

But Rois, was stubborn. And a survivalist to the core, something about his being wouldn't let him die. Just keep on moving, all the internal would do. And he had always found this fact, to be in his deepest values. The smile controted, and twisted in on itself. Turning into the wolvish grin, that revealed his true nature.

"I will return this favor in kind." Raising to his feet and managing to the door, The machines had been buzzing for almost 30 seconds, now. The doctors, and medical personal, where most likely on their way her. Moving a chair to block them, Rois neither needed, nor wanted there help at this moment.

Pressing his back against the wall. Taking in a few deep breaths, and calming his heart rate. It pained him to just move, but to stay here, while she roamed freely...That brought out an entire different meaning of pain to him. The doctors, tried to open the door. Then seeing the figure of a man burst past the small door window, heading straight for the window that let in the sun. Well, That they couldn't handle. Three of them pushed simultaneously, the chair stood little chance. Adn as the door opened, teh sound of shattering glass could be heard.

Rois, had thrown himself out. And now he was free falling, from the top floor. Some ten stories up, looking to teh ground. His vision focused, creating what some would figure to seem as a long tunnel. The ground fast approaching, having lundged head first into the rabbit hole, Rois, now had to land.

Hitting the ground, he was crouched low. The cobblestone path way, in the around him for about five feet in all direction. Up rooted itself, coming about two to four inches in teh air, and falling back down. Just landing ontop itself, the ground immiediately below rois, was shattered and destroyed. Leaving almost nothing but rubble.

His body ached, that was too long of a fall from his current condition. But his Mind said to press on, and so he did. His ears caught the rapid approach of the security guards, and so. Pressing off, he lunged himself forward far enough fro his body to break and compact his bones. Shift his insides about, transform his facial and body construction from that of a man. To that of a Wolf, and taking less then a total of three minutes, Rois had staged his own break out.

Leaping between three tree, had him high enough to crest the solid brick fance of teh hospital. Landing lighter then he did before on the other side. And instantly he was back in a full sprint, passing through everywhich way he could. Backalley, or street it mattered not. All that mattered now...

...Was the hunt was back on.

Maria Koi

Date: 2010-01-10 23:22 EST
((sorry did not know what to type till now))

She stood as she grabs her nearest weapon, a sword. One she had carried on her back for weeks now. It was made of silver, with some poison soaked in. She walks to the door read as she looks through the peep hole. A growl to her self as she sees the man from her dreams. Cracking the door open she looks at him as if he was a disease.

A gruff laugh escapes the man's lips as she steps back. He had been visiting ever since that day. She hates this man as he enters with a smirk. the first day he had showed up, her door had gone flying into the wall. As if this guy had a way into her life. She was not in the mood today as he turns her to him, "Hello my pet."

She spits at him and he wipes the spit that was on his cheek. A had came up to slap her but she caught it. She was learning to not let another man touch her. She was having weird dreams because of this man. He had gotten into her head the first day messing with her thoughts. Know she could block him as if he was a mere tool to get to Rois.

"So have the dreams of the wolf continued?" he asks in a way that seems gentle. Not falling for it she nods as she goes back to getting dressed. She had a feeling today was the day Rois would show up. It had been two weeks after all. The man would never answer where Rois was but she knew he had been out for a while.

Her house in the woods was not safe anymore for her. She sat in a clearing from her recent dreams. She had found pictures of a woman that looks like her mother and father. When asking the man what this place was he would only shrug which would only piss her off. Yesterday when he was here, he brought a gift. At least the two short swords that were sitting on the table were called that. She walks over to them to polish the silver of the blades.

As she starts to sit the man's fingers meet her neck. She crashs to the ground in a memory that only she would know.

~Memory~ "Mother..." a girl would whine as she is dragged down the dirt road. A long brown dress the girl wore with small blonde pigtails on her head. the ribbon tying the hair up was also black. She was not happy to be going to the house they were walking towards. "Enough Elizabeth Marie, I will not let you embarrass me in front of your future husband," her mother would say as she urns away. "Yes mother," a small reply as she begins to walk on her own.

A boy of a few years older then her would meet them at the door. His smile was soft as he bows lightly to us. Her family was one of the highest in town, yet so was his. His father and mother would come to talk to her mother. Her and the boy would be told to go outside to talk. As they walk outside she feels her hand brush his. She blinks down at it as it tingles. She would look up at him only to see him staring at her with sadness. ~End of Memory~

Waking up gasping, Maria looks around her house. He sat on the couch as if he was there to entertain someone. She stands with a growl that was primal in nature. "You made me remember something that I did not want to!" she screams as she glares at him. A shrugs was all she got in return. She did not want to remember her past life before coming a vampire. Her life then was dull to her.

Now she had a purpose, to kill him. To make sure life in itself was safe from the wolf that haunted her dreams. Her life as a human was long gone when she was reborn. No beating heart was in this body of hers. She only had stranger's blood flowing through her. A life source for her, a mere past time in her life. As if life to her was a game and she was the master of it.

She sighs as she starts for the door of the cottage. A place she would hate if remembering it. She usually would toss a memory as if it was a pain to actually let the memories stay in her mind. She only turns back to pull on her boots. Then she is out the door to hunt once more. Her gun sat on her hip as her sword was in hand. The game of....Rois was back on.

Rois

Date: 2010-01-11 15:59 EST
Woods...Woods had always been a natural habitat for the wolf. A home away from home, But here. His prey was just as dumb to the City as he was. It would boil down to whom was the better stalker. This city would now be the stage, its buildings, streets, roads, and alley ways were his home. And laying claim to it was essential. His nostrils catching the scent of a familiar taste. Sweat...and blood.

The alley ways, were the patrons of the Inn decided to settle there business. Whether it be just a simple fist fight to settle matters, or shady business transactions, down to the common misunderstood and abandoned or beaten child. A setting for rape, decadence, and any other taboo imaginable. Home to the trash...Filth of Rhy'din, hidden merely out of sight by the ever expanding market, and town itself. Vagabonds, and criminals alike could find refuse while being chased. And it was about to be claimed by one of the most sociopathic, sado-masicist's that had entered the town.

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Padded feet, carried him like the wind from his place of origin towards his destination. High pitched screaches, squeals of pain...Horror to ones pysche resounded in his ears. They had caught his scent, Good, he thought. Water kicking up, as his feet flashed through it. Time slowing as it did, his reactions lightening fast. A duck down, and flip up. As a few tendrils shattered through the wall to his right. Brick and sharpnel sent scattering before him, easy enough to tell it was meant to distract him. The first about where his head was, and the second where it was after the slight dodge. Four feet, claws raking across the ground, as he landed, a small splash. Fur holding the moisture, and a hard right.

The water that Rois had run through finally reconnected to it home. Bricks lay scattered about the area before it. The tendril, had vanished, as though it were never there.

Another turn, a left, then a right...Straight. Keep moving, The blasted thing is riding you harder then, that leech. The earth starting to rumble, a trail behind him, shooting dust, dirt, debree, garbage, and all manner of small particles skywards. As well as rather quickly gaining on him.

Upon him a few second, tendrils blasted through the alley way. Attempting to skewer him. A dodge right, dodge left, forward. Eye, caught boxes and grates, leap. Climbing, the obstacles being destroyed in a line imiediately after he moved from one. Jumping off the last one, mid leap...A Clawed arm burst through the building. Clenched fist, connecting. The wolf...Sent rag dolling, into a skid...Skipping once or twice, possible three time's before smashing into a trash bin. Denting in around him.

Remain attached to the trash bin for a few seconds as the momentum kept him pinned. Then falling limply to the ground. The creature...The attacker...And as far as any watchful eye could determine the better of the wolf, moved into view. A monstrosity of a humanoid. The creature's body which was riddled in cuts, open wounds, stitching's, and was hunched over. Two powerful Arms, long and lanky, dragging its knuckles against the ground, leaving wide blood trails. Mouth of jagged teeth, its chest busted open, and a woman hung loosely out...Laying there lifeless, hanging forward. Woman's spinal cord attached to the creatures, halfway in and halfway out. Rotten grey skin, milky film covered eye's, one of which was sewed shut. Four tendrils, looked more like fleshy body spikes, along its back. Steps as wide as a humans, with the arms moving it forward as well, and somewhat staggered.

The mouth of the creature opened, and the woman's...her mouth opened as well, and simaltaneously they screeched...Echoes, of pain and misery. Lost hope, and fury combined.

That must have been the only thing that brought Rois back to the land of the conscious. Eyes, flicker open, sluggish movements as he forced himself through the pain of rising to his feet. Head dragged up, and brought down low. His haunches upright, as he was tilted forwards. Teeth bared, and eyes focused. This was it...His final chance. A low gutteral growl passing through the teeth of the fatigued wolf.

The creature, was not back down either. The trespasser had encroached on it territory. Slaughtered its children, and mutilated her mate. It would pay, and screeching squeal as it charged in for the kill.

Birds took fight from the surrounding area, a mere five minutes later. Another scream much like the ones before it. A thud, a familiar sound of a body collapsing. The smell of blood tainted the air, Heavy foot falls could be heard. Two not four...Blood drip from its knuckles, The clawed arms lacquered in blood. Dark crimson ichor dripped, and slickened its body.

The figure moved from the shadows, taller then a human on average...By far more muscular. Sharp pointed ears, like that of a canine. Moving within the light, Dark Fur, that had begun to grey was viewed. The Alleys...Now belonged to the Wolf.

Maria Koi

Date: 2010-01-11 21:13 EST
She would feel him follow her as she makes her way through the woods. Her body relaxes as if it is being guided. Through the forest and away from that cottage. Her mind blank as she hears the man speak to her. It did not register as she continues her journey.

Unfocused her eyes was the only way she could follow this path. Moving under branches and stepping over fallen trees, her feet would take their path. She did not know where she was going but she would continue. Stopping at a clearing she would turn to see she was alone at last.

Stepping more into the clearing the moon would hit her. She seems to glow as she looks to her pale skin. Looking up to the full moon, it calls to her. A creature of the night she sighs. She realizes she wants to be fished with her mission. Her life with nothing now that she had no one.

Continuing once more as her feet fell on a path unseen to her. She would finally make it to the edge. The moon was lowering, she would need shelter. She looks up to a city or was it a town. Looking to the sigh it would read: Welcome to Rhy'Din. She shakes her head making her way to a tavern.

Entering it she looks around at the emptiness. A sigh as she makes her way to a back door. She opens it, only to smell something horrid. She shakes her head as she turns to close the door behind her. Darkness surrounds her and she feels safe. She makes her way to an empty looking house.

She enter slowly to find herself in the kitchen. She pulls the shades in the bottom floor. She moves to the old couch laying on it. She would need rest as the sun raises. Feeling the pull of sleep she drifts off as a shadow is thrown on the nearby stairs.

The person or thing would shuffle down the stairs to stare at her. She was out though as she turns from a nightmare. Her breathing laboring as if she was human. It would shuffle out into the alley way to tell the new claimer.

Hunched over in the sun light the thing was ugly. though it began to search to tell there was something in his house.

Rois

Date: 2010-01-20 00:18 EST
Feet meandered their way through the nooks, and cranny's of this labyrinth of alley ways. Left, right, right, left, forward, left, right, backwards, and right again. It was confusing to those incapable of tracking by scent, and inescapable, save by the off chance, or if they didn't venture far in.

No most kept to the outskirts, and fewer still had managed to stake out a few claims. Remembering the way in, and their ways out.

Eyes, catch movement in shadows. Figures that aren't there, sight not to be seen. Losing one's mind was almost as easy, as to lose one's self. Which wouldn't surprise the Old hunter, as he had found the one searching for him.

Low growl eminating, covering the phantasmal voice. "Speak quickly, and begone."

End of Chapter 1

Chapter 2, Part 1: Of The Little Things...

Maria Koi

Date: 2010-01-21 12:41 EST
The thing would nod it's head up and down, "There is a woman or thing in my house. She is disturbing it." It would say then scurry off to go towards it's home.

Though Maria was oblivious to all that was around her. She was in an arch on the couch. Though as she sleeps a name comes from her lips, "Rois." She was suddenly back to her original position, curling up on her left side. She was left open with no defenses around her. Though if someone touches her they may see the dream.

~Dream~ She was about ten years old as she smooths out her black simple dress. Getting ready for a journey to a house she had not been to in a few years. Losing contact with boy was hard. Now a letter came to invite her over. She stands to put her long hair in a bun. She was of high status in this part of the country. So as she pulls her hair up the pin that was holding was not own by many.

Walking to the door she slips on cloth shoes to protect her soft feet. Her mother stood there with her father. She smiles to them softly as she begins to walk towards the front of the house. Her twin sisters running by in front of her. She laughs softly as she hears the knock on the door. A smile as she quickens her foot steps.

Opening the door to see a man there. A frown coming to her lips as she moves. She realizes it is the boy's father. Looking behind him, she sees the one that wrote the letter. "Jack..." she whispers as she bows her head slightly to both. Jack stood there with a cold stature. This makes her take a step back as he enters.

She would turn to get her parents but they were already behind her. She nods to them as she glances at Jack then begins to walk to her room. She heard his hard foot steps behind her. As she passes the twin's room a giggle was heard. A smile crossing her lips remembering their fascination with Jack.

~outside of the dream~

The thing would return with a scowl as it leaves the door open. It scurries up the stairs to a room. Slamming the door behind it as to wait. The slam did not wake Maria as she lays there whispering the name from the dream. Any one that was entering that had good hearing would hear the emotion. It was of happiness and childhood joy.

Suddenly her body would jerk with an intake of breath. She was tossing and turning. Trying to get someone or something off of her. She would whimper as her arms look to be pinned. Something not usual for the woman as she is still asleep. the dream was becoming a nightmare.