ghosty wrote:OOC: All from me tonight. I will get another piece in very soon, but all the parts are set up for the confrontation. All I need now is an hour or so to tie it all together. Sorry once again to war and Nachos for making you wait :L I didn't think it would take as long as it had tonight, I guess my creative juices weren't flowing.
No problem, the part about the condoms will leave an elastic impression on me.
Just to let you know, I believe that we left it so that the warehouse is rectangle in shape with one main entrance with window panes over it. Andy is in a room to the back of the warehouse sleeping, Vegas is in one of the offices, and everyone else is talking in the main area.
....And ...Dez and Talbot are parked about a block away, where they can observe the warehouse...but can't easily be seen.
ghosty wrote:OOC: All from me tonight. I will get another piece in very soon, but all the parts are set up for the confrontation. All I need now is an hour or so to tie it all together. Sorry once again to war and Nachos for making you wait :L I didn't think it would take as long as it had tonight, I guess my creative juices weren't flowing.
No problem, the part about the condoms will leave an elastic impression on me.
Just to let you know, I believe that we left it so that the warehouse is rectangle in shape with one main entrance with window panes over it. Andy is in a room to the back of the warehouse sleeping, Vegas is in one of the offices, and everyone else is talking in the main area.
....And ...Dez and Talbot are parked about a block away, where they can observe the warehouse...but can't easily be seen.
Ooh, this is going to be ever so fun. Too bad Andy's going to sleep through the whole thing, oh well somebody's got to dream about playing twister with werewolf playboy bunnies while high fiving Jesus on a Harley.
BTW, I was screwin around the internet and found this.
ghosty wrote:OOC: All from me tonight. I will get another piece in very soon, but all the parts are set up for the confrontation. All I need now is an hour or so to tie it all together. Sorry once again to war and Nachos for making you wait :L I didn't think it would take as long as it had tonight, I guess my creative juices weren't flowing.
No problem, the part about the condoms will leave an elastic impression on me.
Just to let you know, I believe that we left it so that the warehouse is rectangle in shape with one main entrance with window panes over it. Andy is in a room to the back of the warehouse sleeping, Vegas is in one of the offices, and everyone else is talking in the main area.
....And ...Dez and Talbot are parked about a block away, where they can observe the warehouse...but can't easily be seen.
Ooh, this is going to be ever so fun. Too bad Andy's going to sleep through the whole thing, oh well somebody's got to dream about playing twister with werewolf playboy bunnies while high fiving Jesus on a Harley.
...Well...I have a sneaky suspicion that Andy's nap is going to get disturbed...in one way or the other .
Yeah It would...
I basicly write on the fly...snatching ideas at random or twisting existing themes and ideas to suit my purposes...
Jarins name came to me in a nano second in which I took the actor from Supernatural..Jared..something or other...and just altered his name a bit...and made him a huge hulking ex Nazi werewolf...
ghosty wrote:OOC: All from me tonight. I will get another piece in very soon, but all the parts are set up for the confrontation. All I need now is an hour or so to tie it all together. Sorry once again to war and Nachos for making you wait :L I didn't think it would take as long as it had tonight, I guess my creative juices weren't flowing.
No problem, the part about the condoms will leave an elastic impression on me.
Just to let you know, I believe that we left it so that the warehouse is rectangle in shape with one main entrance with window panes over it. Andy is in a room to the back of the warehouse sleeping, Vegas is in one of the offices, and everyone else is talking in the main area.
....And ...Dez and Talbot are parked about a block away, where they can observe the warehouse...but can't easily be seen.
Ooh, this is going to be ever so fun. Too bad Andy's going to sleep through the whole thing, oh well somebody's got to dream about playing twister with werewolf playboy bunnies while high fiving Jesus on a Harley.
...Well...I have a sneaky suspicion that Andy's nap is going to get disturbed...in one way or the other .
Ryan broke into the warehouse to find his old pack chatting amongst themselves, he sniffed around and found the location of one of the other wolves.
"Wait Ryan, wait, its a friend." holly said loudly while waving her arms in the air, "Both of them are friendlies."
"Oh is that so?" Ryan asked as he returned to his human form, "Who are they then?"
"The one in the office is Vegas, she's my sister." Holly said, "The other one you know from Empire City for sure."
The two walked into one of the backrooms were Andy was sleeping in the corner, a smile on his face while his left arm was stretched out like he was high fiving some figment of his imagination. Ryan glared at the form in front of him, this man had turned his brother into a vampire and was now sleeping in front of him. Revenge would be his, he grinned toothily as his plot began to unfold and he approached the sleeping form of Andy.
...........
Andy woke up, it had been the most amazing dream he could've possibly had. Hugh Hefner was actually a vampire who had been keeping the playboy bunnies hostage and Andy had killed him to free them from his curse. Unfortunately the bunnies were so attached to Hugh that they began to die when he did, to save them Andy had turned them all and they all now pledged their undying loyalty to Andy, Savior of the Bunnies. Jesus was riding by to give thanks to Andy for freeing the bodacious bunnies and after restoring his right hand, so that Andy may hold two heavenly bodies at once, they high fived. Jesus rode off and Andy returned his attentions to some Bunnies who needed some advanced CPR. As he ran through the waters of the grotto the water got warmer and he began to lose the dream world, but it had been the most amazing dream of his life. He wondered why the water had gotten warmer, but mostly wondered why he was wet in the real world. He looked to the left and saw a glass of water that had spilled over and he quikcly lifted up his robes to his nose, the distinct smell of urine coated his clothing.
"No, what monster has done this?" Andy cried out, "My dream, it was beautiful!"
In heaven Sean looked down on Earth and laughed at the misfortunes of Andy Bruss, the one who had cursed him with vampirism. As he laughed Jesus walked up next to him and patted him on the shoulder. "Why are you laughing my son?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, that prick Andy got was coming to him, ruined his dream alright." Sean continued to laugh.
"But that was no dream," Jesus said as he donned a pair of aviators, "Andy's one awesome dude who has the undying love of all Werewolf Playboy Bunnies." he finished as he stradled his Harley with a flaming Raptor Jesus on it.
"Where are you going?" Sean asked.
"To get some tail." Jesus said as his motorcycle launched through the air on a rainbow made out of taffy and porterhouse steak. Sean just stared at him in amazement and wept sweet tears made out of molasses before his head exploded into Optimus Prime Rib.
FITZZ wrote: Yeah It would...
I basicly write on the fly...snatching ideas at random or twisting existing themes and ideas to suit my purposes...
Jarins name came to me in a nano second in which I took the actor from Supernatural..Jared..something or other...and just altered his name a bit...and made him a huge hulking ex Nazi werewolf...
I just now realized his name is perilously close to my fanfic OC's name "Jaren"
...Kraub sat lightly drumming the tip of his finger on the surface of his highly polished desk...he glanced down, saw a smudge he made...frowned and wiped it away quickly..
He began to reach for the intercom again when a voice informed him Marilus was holding for him on the secured line...
Kraub lifted the reciever..." Good of you to respond so quickly." the chief administrator said in a voice like velvet.
" I live to serve your Holiness" The voice replied " I just returned with a detchament of Purifiers when I was informed of your call"
" I trust your Hunt went well" Kraub said, a small and vicious smile on his lips...
" Indeed it did Your Holiness" Marilus said, his voice cold as the grave " We tracked down a group calling themselves The Lunar Brotherhood...a confederation of tainted Hunters."
" Yes.." Kraub said " I'm aware of them...I trust they have been...cleansed.."
Marilus laughed, a hard mirthless sound " All but a few...perhaps four...they shall be easy enough to track.."
" That can wait for now Marilus.." Kraub said " I have something much more urgent for you to attend to.."
" At your command it will be done Holiness" Came Marilus reply..
" Excellent" Kraub said, his tone jubilent " Two Hunters who were operating in Prague have become tainted...I'm sending you their files now" Kraub said turning to his keyboard.
A moment later Marilus spoke " Bruss and Vegas...I know of both of them...working more for Katz and his maverick element of Hunters..."
" Yes" Kraub said, his voice sounding like a hiss " Not exactly part of our Arm...but Network nonetheless..."
" And they've been tainted?" Marilus asked..
" Indeed" Replied Kraub " I've dispatched search and retrive elements....but...I belive perhaps this would best be handled by you."
" We shall go at once Holiness" Marilus said " Specific orders sir?"
Kraub leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed..." Cleanse." he said softly.
"God damn it, Musater. Why do I have to do this?" Musatei was on a knoll near a road in Texas.
"Because, Musatei, I am a horrible shot. And anyway, you don't know anything about current events, so it's easier for you to do this." Musater was finished tying up the scapegoat and began placing expelled cartridges. He hated coming to the USA. He knew it was always a hassle getting back to his Soviet country, but he always managed to do it. This would be their last, and highest profile, job for Longar before the group split, Jenny moving to a place called "Empire City", Longar was trapped in Pandora's Box, only sending messages via cryptic thought impulses. Musater would continue his life in Prague. He was beginning to like the town.
"Musatei. Do you see the target?" Musater asked over the radio.
"No. And I would feel much better about shooting some random high up vamp in the head knowing who he is." Musatei was whining again. Musater always left her in the dark on these big jobs. Lincoln, who got bitten by a street urchin, was a mystery to the two. Andrew Jackson was a Vampire for a while, maybe 20 years, before he was killed by Musater, disguised as Aaron Burr. She knew of none these people until after Musater told her. After all, she never watched the news. It was for stupid people.
"Well, our target today, here in known as X, was bitten by a famous actress a year ago. She was acting as a seductress, but really wanted X's blood. He got away, but before we could get to her, she took her own life. Quite sad, really. So new we have to take down X, as he poses a massive threat. He has bitten almost all of his entire family. Hunters will deal with them later." Musater looked out the window. "Alright, here he comes. He's sitting in the car the woman in the pink dress and hat."
Musatei looked down the sights of the rifle. In them, she saw a motorcade of people drive down the street. She sighed. "He's so cute! Gah!" Musatei was very angry that she had to kill another pretty man. She adjusted her sights, and almost pulled the trigger.
Almost. Three shots rang out from a nearby building, and the target went down. The siblings were shocked. Someone had killed the target before them.
"feth! It's Oswald!" Musater was screaming into the radio as he saw Lee Harvey Oswald run out of the book depository. "OSWALD! THAT WAS OUR KILL!" He was screaming at the assassin.
"Well then Musater, maybe you should have thought of that before leaving your plans unguarded!" Oswald ran to a theatre. Musater untied the man, punched him in the head, gathered the shell casings, and left the would be crime scene.
"Musatei, can you get me your friend Jack? I have a job for him." Musater was yelling into the radio over the mass panic.
"Yeah. What is it?" Musatei ditched the rifle into some bushes, then lit it on fire.
"He liked the President, yeah? Well, now he gets to kill his assassin." Musater was now meeting with his sister. The pair grabbed their camera set up with their contact and checked their false ID's. Zapruder. He liked the sound of that.
I feel like Musater and Musatei should have done some... Things... In the past that made them the way they are. Being Vampyre assassins for 800 years explains a lot of their actions.
I almost added that Musatei was waring a CIA outfit, but that would have been silly.
Chowderhead wrote:I feel like Musater and Musatei should have done some... Things... In the past that made them the way they are. Being Vampyre assassins for 800 years explains a lot of their actions.
I almost added that Musatei was waring a CIA outfit, but that would have been silly.
Keep in mind that at some point Musatei joined Natasha and became just as fanatical ( seemingly) about werewolf domination as Natasha is....
She and Amanda ( from the previous RP) were both " close" and " close" to Natasha...both serving as her agents...
Chowderhead wrote:I feel like Musater and Musatei should have done some... Things... In the past that made them the way they are. Being Vampyre assassins for 800 years explains a lot of their actions.
I almost added that Musatei was waring a CIA outfit, but that would have been silly.
Keep in mind that at some point Musatei joined Natasha and became just as fanatical ( seemingly) about werewolf domination as Natasha is....
She and Amanda ( from the previous RP) were both " close" and " close" to Natasha...both serving as her agents...
Yep. Musatei is a follower. She needs a greater power in her life. She is best used as a lackey, a hitman.
Also, just thought you should see my ads now after doing research for those last two RP's.
IIRC ( not going to look it up as I'm lazy right now) in the first RP, Lukos makes a comment to Amanda about " back in the 60's" concerning Musatei and her...so if you want to ( or plan to) you can always RP some sort of Lukos/Amanda/ Musatei/Musater " 60's" backstory....hell it might even explain why Musater blew Lukos head off.
Sorry i've not been able to post for ages, damn internet
BIC:
Suzie stepped out from her misstresses room having soent the last 48 hours there. Inside nothing hasd penetrated the walls and they had had peace to train and learn. As soon as Suzie stepped outside she saws omething she thought she would never see. Vampyres weeping. They were crying like small children. May looked terrified. Some look bemused at her appearance. She was covered in small nicks all over and had a nasty cut ion her thigh. The price of praticing her sword fighting with an ancient. Grabbing one of the weepers at her feet.
What is going on, why do the undead weep?
Pontius is dead. That scum bruss killed him.
why do you lie.
I do not lie. Pontius, Oliver and 10 elite JUli guards died when Bruss and his Humanii scum attacked him.
That piece of scum. He has taken my revenge. He will pay for this. 10 brothers dead
It's too late for revenge. Several Hunters died and Bruss himself was bleeding out on the ground afterwards
Juli stepped out from her room
What has happened my childe?
10 brothers an Pontius dead by Brusses scum's hand.
WHAT!! We must petition Caine for a hunting parties. We must have revenge for your brothers
It is too late now i told you. Several huinters have escaped long ago including that wulfen bitch they brought with them.
They ahd a werewolf with them
Yes, they called her vegas
She is a hunter, not a werewolf. I remeber her name from Empire. She was Brusses right hand
We felt her presence and the presence of the wolf inside of her.
well with one hunter turned and still one their side is a problem. And Bruss as dyig you say. Humanii still feel comasion. She may have infected him to save his life.
we all carry silver blades as tradition anyway. Now we put tradition to use. we will hunt down these whelps of nature and have their heads. For longinus and Pontius and the vanquished fallen.
As the plane's brakes kicked in Erzuli felt herself tense and she clasped the arms of the seat tightly; this was the biggest step she'd taken in the two centuries she'd been alive. A hand touched her arm and she looked back to see Jarin smiling at her.
"You will be safe here, Mistress. Don't worry."
She couldn't help but smile back at him. 'Despite knowing you for so little time,' she thought, 'I can't help but believe you.' She touched his hand, lacing her fingers with his and laid her head back against the seat. The plane continued to move for a few minutes and came to a halt with a gentle screech. Jarin stood up, unlocking his hand from hers with a cough and headed for the door. She followed him and watched as he unlocked the door. She adjusting her clothing, rubbing her fingers over each stone and letting the confidence fill her. Pausing before opening it the big wolf looked at her.
"Are you ready, mistress?"
She straightened and moved upto him, trailing a finger up his broad chest, strong neck and along his handsome jawline, before pulling her hand back as she felt his muscles tense. She breathed out slowly and put her hands on her hips. Looking up at him, she grinned.
"To live up to my bloodline; I had damned well better be!"
Current time...
Silently raising her glass to Brahg's toast she brought the wine down and see it was expensive, judging by the bottle. She had expected no less, considering she was sat in a limo but the taste was bitter, or maybe that was the company. Erzuli sipped the drink slowly, matching her gaze to Brahg's and giving him a quietly seductive smile. She leant back and positioned herself so he could get a good look at her. A mix of relief, satisfaction and disgust hit her as his gaze finally shifted from her eyes. She took a longer drink of the wine and had to remind herself not to drink all of it. The enormity of her situation was knawing at her again; was she truely revered or was this whole thing just a ploy to get her trust? Feeling Jarin shift uncomfortably next to her, she glanced at him. Seeing the intensity of the glare he directed at the thinner wolf surprized her. His hand holding the glass of wine was visibly tense, to the point that she had to wonder if the glass was about to shatter. Moving her foot to touch his, she saw his grip relax slightly and looked around the limo, trying not to give him too much of her attention. It did occur to her, could even he be truely trusted? The answer of 'probably not' in her head, pained her more than she was willing to admit to herself.
Anya slid up next to her mistress, sensing her discomfort and lay her head against the older wolf's leg. Erzuli's hand moved down and began to stroke the girl's hair. Anya leaned further into the affection, catching Brahg's attention. Despite her stomach aching from hunger and the new surroundings, the young wolf saw his curious and vaguely amused look. She watched him from behind strands of her hair and felt a shiver doen her spine. Something was wrong with this wolf and unlike Jarin, whom she was just beginning to accept, he made her want to stay next to her mistress. Stay and never move. She slid her hand up Erzuli's leg and pulled herself closer still to the Mgral.
"The girl is yours then, Mistress?" Brahgs's voice sliced through the air, spliting the tension for an instant but it reformed around his tone.
"Yes. She is mine." replied the Pure Blood, continuing to stroke the girl's hair and feeling the change in Anya's normally relaxed body. "She will be staying with me, if the Queen permits it."
"I have no doubt she will approve." he took a swig of wine, looking directly at Jarin and failing to stifle the grin that formed as he saw the bigger wolf tense. "Wouldn't you say so... Commander?"
Jarin glared at his comrade and turned to Erzuli, trying to catch her gaze as he spoke.
"The Queen will ensure all your needs are met, Mistress. As I have said before."
"Good." Erzuli could barely meet his gaze but forced herself to, giving him a grin. She felt herself squirming inside and desperately wanted to act impulsively but she pushed the urge down. 'Strength, be strong...' her mind urged. She finished the wine and brought her hand down to her lap, using her thumb to caress the area where she could feel the stone pressed against her. 'What am I walking into here?'
Brahg's voice broke her from her thoughts.
"More wine?"
She glanced out of the window, they were deep in the countryside, yet she could see lights up ahead and the shadowy images of buildings, a very large one stood out. A mix of deep envy and anger welled up within her, the moon helping drive it over her doubts. She held her glass out to him and gifted him with another confidently seductive smile.
Some friendly advice before joining: This RP isn't for the faint of heart and we're already 71 pages in, know that you'll be in over your head if you join now...
BattleBrother wrote:Alright, I will, this is hunting Vamps, right?
To tell the truth this thing suffered some losses of player characters already and will probably lose some in the coming posts. I would honestly wait for a third RP to follow this one just to make everything easier only because at this point it would be almost impossible to read every RP and be able to catch up if we do start to move forward. However, if Fitzz allows it then feel free to do so.
Honestly, I'm not prepared to take in any new PC's for this RP, as we are already 70+ pages in with a whole volume of back story going on.
Add to that that the RP itself is in "endgame" phase, by which I mean I'm in the process of setting up scenarios that will be bringing this RP to it's conclusion....so adding a new PC isn't really a good overall idea, as the RP follows a story line narative.
I do apologize, and invite you to join in on any of the upcoming RP's planned for the future.
a furry doll? (sorry couldn't resist, IRL I have nothing against them) but those teeth look like my cousin's (no dental care in the village, so she [only 5] has a hole rotted through both incisors making them fang-y)
WARORK93 wrote:@ Fitzz... Nah, that just means you're doing your job right...
...I guess so, ever since she was little she would watch "monster movies" with me ( never anything overly violent) and never...ever got scared...not once, I was the same way when I was a kid...started watching "scary movies" when I was very young...they never bothered me.
It's a Father/Daughter "tradition" now...we watch at least one " scary movie" together every week...kids got a bit of a "dark side".
ineptus astartes wrote:and here is me...used to be scared by davy jones.
My Son is the same way... ...when his Sister and I are watching our "creepy movies" ( as he calls them), he goes in his room and watches Power Rangers.
@ Aurelia...The Doll is from a toy line called " Monster High".
I believe it's a cartoon series...
FITZZ wrote: On a bit of a humorous note, upon arriving home today, I found my Daughter playing with a new doll she bought this afternoon...
...It's a Werewolf High school girl...
I think I may be a bad influence on my kids....
Ah, the Claudeen Wolf doll from the Monster High series. Now that would be weird knowing that if I didn't work at a toy store and was paid to know such things. BTW they have a vampire as shown, she's one of the more popular ones but they have new ones coming out. Again, I get paid to know these things.
(I saw a song by him on Spongebob when I was TV surfing once. it scared me)
...I just can't see being scared of poor little Davy Jones...but then again Leather face doesn't scare me much either..so perhaps I'm just odd.
@ Nachos...Yes, I read the package the doll came in...I assume my Daughter will be getting more of them...which is fine with me...since I buy dolls like this.
(I saw a song by him on Spongebob when I was TV surfing once. it scared me)
...I just can't see being scared of poor little Davy Jones...but then again Leather face doesn't scare me much either..so perhaps I'm just odd.
@ Nachos...Yes, I read the package the doll came in...I assume my Daughter will be getting more of them...which is fine with me...since I buy dolls like this.
I have this zombie fighting this flamethrower guy. Except my flamethrower guy is better seeing as though he came with a golden flamethrower. Besides that I have stuff from games I like, Resident Evil, Resistance, Killzone to name a few.
halonachos wrote:Resident Evil, they have the Crimson Head out now. Basically same zombie but blood red with a lab coat. Comes with zombie dog as well.
Sorry, no lab coat.
Nice...I have a real old RE zombie cop, a bunch of "Dawn of the Dead" figures and a few of Sideshows " The Dead" series ( my god they're expensive)...so I'm always looking for new zombie toys.
Anyway, any ETA on that Blood Moon event? If it's tomorrow, I may be able to get another backstory post up.
You've got time...once ghosty post his RP getting Ryan and Star to the warehouse...the events will start to fall into place...until then..backstory away.
Bring those events on!!! Erzuli is ready... (*coughs* maybe...er... not actually but shes there now... ) Apologies for pic quality... very quickly done.
... The sleek limo came to a halt at a high iron gate, Erzuli gazing at the mansion that lay beyond...
" It's the size of a small hotel" she thought to herself as the limo moved slowly forward...
As the vehicle came to halt outside the mansion proper Brahg smiled once again at the Pure Blood.." Your new home Mistress" he said " I trust you shall find everything to your liking."
Erzuli said nothing, simply staring at the huge structure before her...
The limo doors opened and dozens of servants and guards bowed as Erzuli and the others exited the vehicle..
Brahg attempted to take the Pure Bloods arm, but Jarin stepped in enfolding her arm into his..." Please see that our Mistress' belongings are brought to her rooms" the huge wolf said dismissing Brahg.
" Yes commander" the thin wolf replied, his tone one of disapointment...as he returned to the limo...
Entering the main foyer, the group was greeted by Kerri, who bowed before Erzuli.." Mistress.." the she wolf said " It is indeed an honor.."
She turned to Jarin..." Please escort our guest to her rooms" Kerri said " Her Majesty will be formally greeting her shortly in the main ballroom."
Jarin nodded and escorted Erzuli and Anya to a series of exquisitly decorated rooms , filled with all the finest furnishings.
" I hope these quarters agree with you" Jarin said with a small smile " The Queen insist you are to have the best of everything.."
Erzuli looked around the rooms then back at Jarin " The rooms will do nicely.." she said " When will we be meeting with the Queen.."
" Shortly.." Jarin said, as servants begin to arrive with Erzuli and Anya's belongings ..
Aurelia wrote:Bring those events on!!! Erzuli is ready... (*coughs* maybe...er... not actually but shes there now... ) Apologies for pic quality... very quickly done.
Spoiler:
No apologies needed, the picture looks great..
And I pass the torch to you to RP Erzuli's impressions of the Mansion and what's going on around her...
I'll be doing the "official" meeting between her and the Queen in a while....
... Marilus walked slowly down the stone flight of steps into a lower sanctum , finding three of the brotherhood inside the chapel...
" Brother Albert" Marilus said, his voice deep and powerful " I trust you are up for another ...outing."
The man stood at once along with his two comrades " Always prepared Lord Purifier Marilus...what would you have us do?"
Marilus smiled " Excelent to see such devotion Brothers." He said " I've recieved word from Chief Administrator Kraub...our presense is required in Prague.."
The three Brother gathered around Marilus as he spoke " We are to locate two Hunters who have become tainted by the curse of the Lycans...and cleanse them"
" Through blood we Purify...Through blood we cleanse" the assembled Brothers chanted..
" For Humanity...we shall Purify...For Humanity...we shall Cleanse" replied Marilus.
Later, the Brothers gathered loading supplies into a large Hummer...
" Have we a fix on the tainted Lord Purifier?" Brother Carlos asked as he slung a crate of ammunition into the rear of the vehicle..
" Not as of yet Brother." Marilus replied " But..according to Kraub, there are some opperatives already searching for the tainted...our first order of business shall be to make contact with them and learn of their progress."
" Very good Lord Purifier" Brother Carlos said.
" I shall also like to speak with the local clergy.." Marilus said as he climbed into the vehicle " Perhaps they will be of assistance..."
" Are we prepared to go Lord Purifier?" Brother James asked from behind the wheel of the Hummer...
" Indeed we are Brother" Marilus said with a grin..." Indeed we are."
... Jefferson McKnight stumbled through the thick underbrush of the forest, his head a symphony of insane images and sound...visions of blood and carnage..
walking dreams of brutality ...unspeakable acts...he closed his eyes...trying to force the visions away...it did no good..
The Hunger was now like a living thing...gnawing inside him...driving him to commit deeds of twisted lust and unrelenting cruelty...
...He sat heavily leaning against a tall tree...and screamed.
He thought about Bruss and the woman...and the madness they must be enduring...he laughed..
He had been sent to hunt them....to bring them in...most likely to be destroyed...and now here he was...cursed as they were...
He paused...trembleing...perhaps it was some sort of twisted justice he thought...perhaps...they deserved a chance..
With shaking hands he retrieved his phone and clumsily sent a text to an old mentor...
" There..." he said..his voice cracking..." Maybe...maybe she will help them.."
Jeff felt the Hunger rip through him again...it was so strong...he knew that before this night ended...he would succumb to it...and that he would not allow.
He drew his pistol from his shoulder holster and checked the rounds...pure silver
He bowed his head and said a short prayer...praying also for the two other Hunters who were somewhere out there...suffering this same agony.
He lifted his head and stared up at the darkening sky...and placed the pistol inside his mouth...
A moment later a deer bolted as the shot roared through the forest...
And that just got DARK. Way to go FITZZ, first suicide in Blood Moon II, and we're 73 page in.
I think it fit pretty well actually...Like a movie scene almost.
I must also wonder who that message was sent to...
...Let's just say that McKnight was compelled in the end to attempt to find a way to help Andy and Vegas...
More will be revealed later.
I thought that the Hunters sent to 'cleanse' Vegas and Andy were going to turn out ot be friends of Andy and Vegas and then all of the wolves and the cleansers were going to kill Natasha and live happily ever after.
halonachos wrote:I thought that the Hunters sent to 'cleanse' Vegas and Andy were going to turn out ot be friends of Andy and Vegas and then all of the wolves and the cleansers were going to kill Natasha and live happily ever after.
Oh Halo, if only we lived in the bike riding Jesus, cotton candy filled, silly post world you do...
... Sylvia Novak drove through the crowded Manhattan streets, returning once again from the office where her friend and mentor Bernard Katz had been murdered...though several police detectives were dragging their feet claiming the incident may have been a case of death by misfortune...
" Misfortune my ass" Sylvia thought " Bernie had been thrown from that office window and no stupid cop was going to tell her any diffirent.."
She passed a hand over Bernie's files...she had only given them a cursery clance and planned to go over them more thoroughly at the Hotel...from there...she would make her report to the Network.
Sylvia jammed on her brakes as a cab cut in front of her..." Stupid bastard!!" she yelled, god how she hated New York traffic...she would be so happy to get the hell out of this city...
The text tone on her phone chimed ..distracting her again..." What now.." she thought.
The woman lifted her phone and frowned...a message from Jeff McKnight...she hadn't heard from Jeff in over a year..
Quickly she checked the message...
" Sylvia...I just want to say good bye..I've been bitten..can't go on..
Other Hunters in area bitten also...Kraub is hunting them...please...help if you can..
Contact a Hunter named Joker for more info...
Pray for me Sylvia...Goodbye.."
Sylvia quickly pulled into an empty lot and called Jeff's number...there was no answer...
She sat trembling..." He's dead..." she said softly..." God Damnit!!"...
She thought over the message...Hunters bitten...in Prague..
She knew Bernie had dispatched some Hunters to that area...a fellow named Andy Bruss...and a woman named Vegas along with some others...
She punched up the Network files..." Joker...joler" she said softly..." ah..here it is..."
Sylvia quickly dialed the number...
" Hello..." a voice answered
" Is this Joker..?" Sylvia asked..
"..Um...yes it is.." came the reply...
" Look .." Sylvia said..." You don't know me...but I'm Network...I've been informed their may be a problem there...Hunters that have been bitten by Lycans..?"
" Look Lady..." Joker said " I already discused this with Kraub...if I find ANdy I'll.."
" If you want Bruss dead...turm him into Kraub.." Sylvia snapped..
" Well I.." Joker said.." I don't want that..."
" Good.." Sylvia said..." Kraub is a bastard and a butcher...I'm ashamed the Network allows him to operate..now...tell me what's happened.."
" It's Bruss...Andy Bruss...and Vegas...they've both been bitten.." Joker said..
" Are they with you?" the woman asked..
" No...But I cam contact them.." Joker said..." I can go get them.."
" Tonight is Blood Moon.." Sylvia said quickly.." don't go near them...for your own sake.."
" Ok..ok..." Joker said..." But what about Kraub...I'm sure he has others looking for them.."
" Delay them if you can..." Sylvia sighed..." I'm going to try to arange for transport out of there."
" For Bruss and Vegas?" asked Joker..
" For all of you.." Sylvia said..." Contact Bruss...let him know...try to reach him tomorrow during the day...stay away from him tonight...I'll get back in touch soon...and do what you can to hold Kraub up.."
Before Joker could reply Sylvia hung up..." Damn it.." she hissed as she pulled back out into traffic and sped for the Hotel.
Vukojevic lay on the floor ttrying to draw as much air as he could into his lungs. His skin was blackened his clothes burnt, but he was alive. The trailo of fire was hellish. Many more ghouls and humanii had perished here and they were only half way throughj their trials. His trainers tried to cradle him and rub some paste on his burns. The steel room of fire was behind him. Images of the trail flashed through his mind as he fell into the oblivion of unconciousness(s?). IOmages of fires randomly erupting through the floor and neonates and criminials being burnt to a crisp of accidentily drawing the fire into their lungs. NOw he could rest befpre the next hellish trail.
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Juli flew through the crooked house in a fit a rage, despair and hatred. Calling all Juli Bruti she saw to her side she made her way to Caine's thone room. Suzie and the called following meekly in her footsteps. Bursting through trhe massive wooden doors her cohort spread out and several of the Juli guards lifted up their Sire so she could adress Cain.
Caine! Come put here and show your face! Too long have we been paraihs living on the edges of Humanii society. Too long have we allowed them to fight against us. This weakness has cost my house dearly and taked the l;ives of one of your best servants. Yet yoyu do nothing but sit on your throne. When you replaced Iscariot we thought6 you wou8ld set new order and golden age for us but you have continued this poliocy which sees us bend our knees to mortals. We ahve To fight back now and destroy this city as a show of strength and as a warning to the world we will not be COMPLACENT ANY MORE
The groan of old wood pulled against ancient stone echoed down the corridor behind the small group as they stared into the revealing gloom within. Nero pushed the door to the wall, then stepped into the darkness, he paused and took the lighter from his pocket and flick it open and shut a couple of times. Scarlett stood watching him, it was like he was uncertain, uncertain of where they where truly going with Pontius dead. Olivia stood behind her, clinging to her left arm as she gazed over Elizabeths shoulder.
"So what are we waiting for?" Scarlett asked, mildly confused.
Nero grinned at her. "Nothing, nothing at all."
He flicked the lid and ignited the lighter, turning and using it to set fire to a oil soaked torch and held it up over his head. Scarlett stepped forward, her mouth open and stared into the chamber.
"It's..." she gasped her eyes glittering in awe at the contents within.
"I know." Nero said with a broad smile.
The small group stepped through the doorway, Giles took one quick glance around out of old habit and then closed the door behind them, leaving the corridor cold and empty once more.
And then the darkness approached the computer screen ready to unveil untold horrors on millions of unsuspecting innocents... Some knew him as the bringer of terror...some knew him as the spawn of all things evil...some knew him as the walrus, but then their lives would account for nothing, for they would be dead in seconds of the words leaving their lips.The walrus has posted, prepare for the death of worlds.
OOC Mordo you're so much more evil on Dakka than you are in real life, even as a gm.
Erzuli flinched each time a servant put one of her bags on the floor; she had to hope nothing would be damaged. Not wanting to ruin her mood, she decided to check them later. It felt strange to have all these people, these wolves, so willing to serve her, but she had to admit, it was growing on her rather quickly. Trying to remind herself she had been brought here for a reason other than her own comfort, the Pure Blood began to wander round the complex of rooms she had been given.
She paused at the door to the huge bedroom and couldn't help but let out a short laugh at the sight that greeted her. Not only was the bed enormous, the decor set for seduction but there was already wine chilling by the bed. She strode into the room and picked up the bottle; something French and expensive. Chuckling to herself, she placed it back in the ice bucket and flicked one of the two glasses that stood nearby. The distinctly crystaline sound echoed round the room and she laid herself on the bed, heartilly amused for a moment by the whole situation. Someone landed on the bed next to her. She turned to see Anya there, a grin on her face that Erzuli was just beginning get used to.
"This is ours?" The girl said excitedly.
"For the moment, yes... it is." Erzuli had to admit Anya's enthusiasm was a bit contagious and she touched the girl's face gently. "But this room is mine. Perhaps you should find your own bed. Stay close though."
The young wolf bounced off the bed and scrambled out of the door; Erzuli laughed again as she could hear doors being opened and closed franticly.
"You look like you belong here."
She sat bolt upright as Jarin's voice came from the door, smoothing down her clothing and trying to compose herself.
"Well... I do, do I not?" She flattened out the cover next to her on the bed, smiling softly at the thoughts entering her head.
"Indeed." He walked over to her and looked down, her beauty catching him for a moment.
The silence in the room lengthened as neither of them felt able to move as a thousand conflicting things went though their heads. She finally looked up at him. 'Might as well see if I'm going crazy.' she thought and stood up suddenly. Placing her hands on his chest, she began to run them up towards his shoulders, pulling herself closer.
Anya hit her in the side like a mini freight train and the Mgral fell to the floor with a loud thud. She growled, wondering which part of the smaller wolf to hit first, when Anya whined.
"Cage."
Erzuli frowned, shoving the girl off her enough so she could try to get up. Jarin helped her stand and she dragging Anya up and glared into her eyes.
"What?"
"There would be no cage here, Mistress. Not..." The big wolf clasped her hand urgently but she brushed him off.
"Where, daughter? Take me there, now!"
Anya clung onto her mistress' arm and cautiously led her to a room across from the huge bedroom. At first sight it seemed to be just another normal, if massive and exquisitely decorated, bedroom but the smaller wolf pointed to a door at the rear of the space, it was slightly a-jar. Whimpering, Anya let go of Erzuli's arm and scampered back to the door, watching as the Pure Blood strode towards the door, closely followed by a concerned Jarin.
Flinging the door open and striding in, Erzuli steeled herself for the worst. She abruptly came to a halt, causing Jarin to walk into her. The stop was so sudden he had to grab her to stop them both from falling.
"Ooh." Erzuli coughed, clinging onto his arm. She could clearly see the contents of the room, illuminated as they were by the light behind them both and the sight caused her enthusiasm for her splendid new life to falter. There, in all its expensive glory, stood a crib in a fully decorated nursery.
At ghosty's request I'm posting this RP up for him....
...No. The others." Ryan growled, as he began to transform...
Something had snapped inside. He had felt this way before, when he had stood side by side with his pack in Empire, fighting against his own kind. It was a feeling of rising anticipation, and aggression, as his body physically prepared itself for the physical brutality of wolf on wolf action. Adrenaline pumped into his system, and his body began to buzz. Man became wolf in a twisting contortion of flesh and bone, and Ryan pushed his great claws of ebon through his fingertips, revelling in the pain it caused, accepting it in, as further preparation for the inevitable conflict. Star however, had refrained from changing. Her only concern was for her child, and would not let her eyes stray from him for more than a second. Ryan looked over to her, his eyes flickering with feral instinct and nodded. He would not risk her or his own son, not for anything. And then, without a second glance, and with no words spoken, the massive Grubah turned and left, racing towards his plighted pack, with murderous intent in eye. The distance began to close fast, with Ryan moving at his top speed, benefited by the open ground, and the tarmac roads, and after stopping only to pause to gain his bearings, he didn't stop once in his entire journey. Throughout the distance travelled, no one had been on the streets to see a gigantic wolf barrel past, but in an obscure twist of fate, a security camera video tape, that would later be analysed would have shown concrete proof of the existence of werewolves. His heart pounding, he skidded around a corner, his claws drawing up sparks from the paving. If it was Natashas men, how could they have found his pack? Could it have been to do with the incident that had occurred in the woods near her mansion? During his brief examination of the scene, Ryan had noticed a faintest trace of Harlow’s scent trailing toward the mansion. He had thought nothing of it at the time, but now… It struck Ryan how little he knew the man, and how readily he had placed people he held dearly in his trust. What if Harlow worked for Natasha?! Ryan sped up along a long stretch of road, accelerating himself to breakneck speeds. No, Harlow had been attacked by her goons, he couldn’t possibly have been sided with her, unless, of course, he had lied. And Ryan had trusted him. Ryan began to feel his anger rising inside like a wave, but he fought it down, everyone is innocent until proven guilty, even if the evidence seemed to show a worst possible case scenario. Ryan took another turning, and he darted down a small alley, barely wide enough for him to shimmy along as a wolf. Cursing his luck, he changed back, and began to run tight space, pulling his jeans on as he ran. He had been glad he had brought a pair with him, even if they has slight slobber on them from being carried in his mouth…
Ryan burst out into a wide, open street. Several looming warehouses bordered each pavement sidewalk, each one a possible hideout. However, it was not hard to see which building residence had been taken up in, a large black Van, all to familiar to him, was parked outside. But finding them was not that had concerned him. It was the silence. For a potential wolf on wolf fight, it was quiet… far too quiet. Ryan tentatively sniffed the air, and his face turned to that of concern when he smelt the coppery tang of blood. Was he too late? Had he missed the fight? Ryan hoped his pack had managed to repel the attack, but doubts preyed on his mind. What if Harlow had betrayed them? It would have been a massacre. Fangs bared, claws drawn (?) Ryan prepared to even the scales.
It felt like an eternity crossing the distance to the hideout. Images plagued his mind of what he would see within. Torn apart corpses, their still eyes staring blankly up at him, lumps of raw flesh, bloody and ragged chunks scattered across the floor. As he pictured what he would see, it hit him, that the images he had seen, were actually real; they had been brutal killings by his own hands. Ryan shuddered at the thought, and quickened his pace, trying to contain his anxiety. He recited something his brother used to say, a stupid little phrase ‘Keep calm, and carry on.’ And then, he was at the door to the warehouse. A dim light was emanating from within the building, and he placed his hand on the door handle, and, after a seconds pause, clicked it open, and stepped inside. Harlow was sitting on his bike, resting his legs, sitting comfortably upon it, at one with the vehicle. His look of surprise on his face was reflected upon Lisa, who, after a momentary look of shock, her face lit up with a look of real happiness, and she ran over to hug him. As she embraced, Ryan awkwardly patted her on the back, but his eyes kept moving. Holly, followed by other women burst out from a small office to his immediate left. Holly took a couple of steps forward, a smile across her face, but it faltered, as she noticed the claws, and it instead changed to apprehension. The women standing next to her was what really caught his eye. It was uncanny; she was a dead ringer to Holly, a little older perhaps, and with higher cheek bones. But she was, quite obviously, her sister. The same sister that had tried to kill Ryan. Harlow had got up from his bike, and was slowly making his way in between Ryan and Hollies sister.
“Ryan, this is… Sky, she’s my sister.” Holly said, nervously. She had noticed, despite how Ryan was among friends, his claws had in fact, not receded back into his fingertips, and were in fact, still prominent, and noticeable. Worse, he didn’t look pleased to see a hunter, relation or not. Just as it seemed Ryan wouldn’t respond, he sneered slightly.
“Charmed, I’m sure. Tell me, how’s it feel to be something you hate? I’ve been there, and I’m sure your there right now. It sucks, doesn’t it? Just wait until you get shot at by strangers who don’t know you, and just see you as another notch to carve into the barrel of their gun.” He said scathingly. She seemed to be about to make a response, but she bit it back, and resisted. Situations could easily get out of hand.
“Now…” Ryan growled his attentions back on Harlow. “Where’s the other wolf hiding from me?”
I tried twice last night to type up the "Ryan at the warehouse" bit I wanted to...but either my computer or Dakka kept going ape gak...so it wouldn't post...
.... " Now" Ryan growled, his attention back on Harlow " Where's the other wolf that's hiding from me..?"
Harlow sighed and cut his eyes to the back room..." There" he said.." Some guy named Bruss...he's in pretty piss poor shape"
Ryan's eyes narrowed in a killers stare..." Bruss?...outstanding...I've been waiting to meet up with him for a long time.."
" Leave him the feth alone!!" Vegas said stepping from behind Holly..." I swear if you touch him..."
Ryan turned , so quickly Vegas took an involuntery step back..
" You'll what?" Ryan snarled " Just because your Holly's sister...don't think that holds any water with me.."
Holly spoke as calmly and lowly as she could " Ryan...he's no danger to us...and..in the condition he's in...he's not worth your effort.." she looked up at Ryan, almost pleading.
Ryan paced back and forth for a moment, his claws clicking together..
" I'll decided what is and isn't worth my effort" Ryan said...his anger seeming to abait slightly..
He turned back and glared at Harlow..
" Natasha's scent is all over you" Ryan said " Did she capture you..?"
" Well...her guards did" Harlow said " Held me for a while.."
" But you escaped..?" Ryan said prodding
" Actually.." Harlow said with a crooked grin.." She just let me go."
" Natasha doesn't just let anyone go" Star said from behind Ryan.." Ever."
Ryan sniffed the air and turned to Harlow's bike...his eyes falling on a leather bag bound to the seat..
The Grubrah advanced and yanked the bag from the bike...spilling it's contents.
" Look's like you hit the jackpot Harlow " Ryan said with a sneer " She pay you to track us!!..to turn us in!!"
Harlow's eyes narrowed..not liking what Ryan was implying..." I ain't working for her...god damn it she just gave me that money.."
" Why..?" Ryan snarled, taking a step towards the other wolf..
" Because I killed a Hunter that shot her" Harlow spat back " Killed him almost two hundred years ago in fact.."
Ryan shook his head and tore out the lining of the bag...
In his clawed hand he held a transmitor about the size of a dime..
" Well" Ryan snarled " Working for her or not...you've led her right to us."
Keep in mind Ryan is close to going slash rip on a few folk right now.
He'd also probably not want to just rush out into the streets...figuring Natasha's troops may be waiting for that.
...Jarin gazed from the crib to Erzuli....placing his hand gently on her shoulder.." Less than subtle I suppose." he said softly
Erzuli shook her head, " No...not subtle at all...I understand the importance of this...prophecy to your Queen....but...I don't..." she trailed off
" Wish to think your importance is simply that of a...breeder?" Jarin finished reluctantly..
Erzuli nodded.
" May I be totally honest with you my Mistress?" Jarin asked
" I would hope you have been...and will be " Erzuli said turning to face him.
" You exude a power...a..intoxicating power...I doubt that you would ever be...only a breeder" Jarin said, his eyes staring into Erzuli.." Natasha of course wishes to see the prophecy fulfilled...but I...I feel you are destined for much more."
Erzuli stood quietly...considering what the big wolf had said...finally she smiled " It's...kind of you to say that..."
Jarin shook his head.." Not kindness Mistress...I feel it" he moved his hand gently down her arm " I've felt it from the moment I first gazed upon you..you are destined for ...greatness."
Erzuli only smiled and stroked Jarins chest..." It's still good of you to say..." she felt heat coming off the big wolf...a look in his eyes.
Jarin turned his hand again caressing Erzuli's arm..." Come...we must prepare to meet the Queen." he said
Erzuli ran a hand over her neck and sighed..." Yes...yes I suppose we do."
darksage wrote:Oh, I can't wait to see how this turns out.
That makes one of us...
IC:
Harlow's eyes were wide and his muscles were tense. He looked around that room and quickly found that every eye was looking at him and that he had zero friends at that moment. Harlow's gaze found Star, waiting in the back with a cloth bundle in her arms. So that was Ryan's kid, well, that answered where he had been. His gaze eventually found Ryan's again, he saw the deep burning anger behind his stare. He saw those pinprick pupils that indicated anger, Harlow didn't need to see bared fangs or raised hackles to know that his next words were literally the thing that was either going to save him or get him killed. Harlow felt anger rising up within himself, this marked the third time that someone set him up to take the fall. His hands began to tremble slightly and he clenched them involuntarily. His head was bowed and his face contorted in anger.
"This isn't how it looks..." He tried to start but Ryan was there, grabbing him before anyone could do anything to stop him. He hauled Harlow against the far wall and let his feet hang, getting into Harlow's face with his teeth bared.
"Don't you fething tell me that." He snarled. "I've heard enough of your excuses, You've been in her pocket all along haven't you? Fess up and I'll make sure this is quick." Ryan threatened, Harlow looked as if he was defeated, sagging against the massively strong hold he was being held by.
And then something inside Harlow snapped...
Claws made their way out from his fingers and the veins in his arms bulged. He clasped Ryan's arms with both hands and raised his head, a look of pure animal hate written on it, Ryan could see a century's old malice in those eyes and though he didn't back down for a second, the sudden change in Harlow at least gave him pause for thought. Slowly, Harlow began to descend as he added more pressure in his grip on Ryan's arms until he was on the ground looking the bigger wolf in the face with his own fangs bared.
"Tell me Ryan, why is Natasha looking for you?" Harlow growled harshly in a voice that wasn't completely his own. "Did you get used, like I did, for her agenda? Or are you something more to her? She told me you were a friend of hers, she told me she wanted you back."
Harlow pushed with his arms against Ryan's, the two went back a few steps, snarling in each other's faces.
"God knows why I stuck my neck out for you and holed up in that cabin but I did it. God knows why I got your women, your pack out of being torn apart by a mob while you were off playing daddy but I did it." With each sentence Harlow pushed more and more, a beastly strength pouring out of his arms.
"And God doesn't even fething know why I battled it out with Natasha's thugs on her front door step to save your pack but I did it anyway. You want me to fess up? Fine, the truth is I'm a fething moron for taking orders from a man I don't know."
Harlow shoved Ryan off of him with a heave and the two separated, still standing off. Ryan was preparing to go at Harlow again when a voice from behind him stopped him.
"He's telling the truth, Ryan, me and Lisa wouldn't be here if it weren't for him, we'd both be in a dungeon under that mansion." Holly said lowly, Lisa nodded but said nothing.
"That said, I fethed up, shoulda known she let me go for a reason." Harlow said, looking Ryan in the eye. "Let me fix it, give me that transmitter and I'll lead them away before they get here."
"Are you crazy? You against all of Natasha's wolves on the full moon? That's suicide." Lisa countered.
"Better just me than all of us." Harlow said resignedly. There were a few moments of silence as Ryan seemed to consider the proposal, he held the transmitter in his hand, examining it and finally clenched his fist and crushed it. Before Harlow could protest, Ryan's gaze found his with deadly intentions.
"You're not going out of my sight, not until I know for sure." He growled. Harlow shrugged, his claws since receded and his humanity restored to his facial features. He turned to find a place out of the way to sit.
"Do what you think is right but we'd better leave soon, no doubt the net's already closing on us." He said.
"Right after I deal with Bruss." Ryan insisted and turned to go towards the back room, as he entered the doorway, Harlow called to him.
"O'Brian"
The wolf turned to see Harlow facing him, he again looked defeated and his eyes showed a sadness as deep and as old as the malice that he had originally seen. Harlow was slowly shaking his head. He looked like he was going to say something but just bowed his head.
"Don't make the same mistake I did." He said, grief tinting his words. "Don't let the beast win."
...Ivan entered Brahg's chambers without knocking..causing the smaller wolf to spin about both angered and surprised...
" What do you want..?" He snarled at the larger wolf.." I'm attempting to get ready for the ceramony.."
Ivan shook his head " Orders from her majesty Brahg...you are to lead a scouting pack to an area in Prague...a location in which the Queen believes the infant Pure Blood to be.."
Brahg gaped at the huge wolf..." What...when...I thought.." he stammered..
" Inteligence just came in " Ivan said with a small smile..." Natasha specified you were to lead the pack to retrive the infant.."
Brahg sighed, what could he do?...he slipped out of his formal wear and got dressed in his street clothes..
" Ivan.." Brahg said as the big wolf turned to leave..." Save me some left overs from the feast..."
In the mansions main ballroom, all was ready...a million candles illuminated the room, a carpet of blood red was lined by several dozen wolves...eager to greet the lost Pure Blood...over a dozen bound and gagged humans stood prepared for the feast that would follow...
At the end of the carpet, Natasha appeared, acompinied by Kerri and a dozen Guard, she smiled out to her guest as the all howled in anticipation...
At the far end of the ballroom...huge gold laced doors opened...
Erzuli, accompinied by Jarin, Anya and a contigency of Guard entered the room...
The assembled wolves went wild...cheering and howling...bowing to one knee as Erzuli passed by them..
" Hail our Mistress...hail the lost Pure Blood!!" the crowd roared...
Reaching the bottom of the small stairway leading to Natasha, Erzuli stopped and bowed her head to the Queen...
With an expresion of adoration..Natasha decended the steps, her long legs exposed behind her revealing gown...
The Queen bowed her head slightly and enfolded Erzuli into her arms..kissing her softly on her cheek...
" Welcome home my sister..." Natasha said..
The room roared it's approval ...
FITZZ wrote: Whoops...seems like we tripped over each other there Nachos...
Errr...does that mean we should disregard Halo's or your post?
I'll have to iron it out with Nachos...as his post is good...but I think the one I did is a bit more " In tune " with Ryan...
Perhaps a mix of the two?...
Edit...With a slight bit of editing , Nachos RP would fit well as events after mine...
FITZZ wrote: Whoops...seems like we tripped over each other there Nachos...
Errr...does that mean we should disregard Halo's or your post?
I'll have to iron it out with Nachos...as his post is good...but I think the one I did is a bit more " In tune " with Ryan...
Perhaps a mix of the two?...
Sounds good to me, I just wanted to make sure nobody gets confused...-shrugs-
...And, just because I haven't done any write ups concerning Dez recently, and I need to " get him in possisition" so to speak...
..." That was O' Brian...with the infant Pure Blood!!" Talbot exclaimed as he watched Ryan and Star enter the warehouse...his hand went quickly to his phone..
In one fluid motion..Dez slashed out...ripping into the startled wolfs throat...
Talbot's eyes flew to Dez's ...staring wildly as his life blood poured from the ragged hole in his throat..
" Bastard.." Talbot gurgled , trying to unholster his pistol..
Dez stared at the dying wolf passively...and slashed into his neck again...this time nearly decapitating Talbot in the process..
" I hope you know what your doing" a voice echoed in Dezs head as he pulled the pistol and several spare ammo clips from Talbot's dead body..
" So do I.." Dez whispered to himself as he slowly exited the BMW and cautiously made his way to the warehouse...
FITZZ wrote: Whoops...seems like we tripped over each other there Nachos...
Errr...does that mean we should disregard Halo's or your post?
I'll have to iron it out with Nachos...as his post is good...but I think the one I did is a bit more " In tune " with Ryan...
Perhaps a mix of the two?...
Edit...With a slight bit of editing , Nachos RP would fit well as events after mine...
Aye, let's get this editing done. I'll make a cut, you see if its good enough. On a side note, Dakka's been messing up for me by saying I can't connect to the server and some other nonsense. Not sure if its an all over problem or just me, but that's what has been happening.
halonachos wrote:Aye, let's get this editing done. I'll make a cut, you see if its good enough. On a side note, Dakka's been messing up for me by saying I can't connect to the server and some other nonsense. Not sure if its an all over problem or just me, but that's what has been happening.
Nah, its been happening to me on and off as well and I believe Fitzz said it happened to him the other day as he tried to write some stuff, I think it might have to do with the new updates Dakka's had.
halonachos wrote:Aye, let's get this editing done. I'll make a cut, you see if its good enough. On a side note, Dakka's been messing up for me by saying I can't connect to the server and some other nonsense. Not sure if its an all over problem or just me, but that's what has been happening.
Nah, its been happening to me on and off as well and I believe Fitzz said it happened to him the other day as he tried to write some stuff, I think it might have to do with the new updates Dakka's had.
Been happening to me a lot as well....I've done a few write ups here that just wouldn't post...and had difficulty connecting several times.
Phew, okay then I'm working on the edit. Fitzz, I'll be copy/pasting your post and then adding to it just to keep flow so when I make the edits lets see if we can delete the two previous posts just to keep it easy to understand.
... Ryan snarled over his shoulder towards Harlow as he continued to stalk towards the rear of the warehouse...a murderous light filling his eyes... " No god damn it..no!!" Vegas shouted attempting to rush to Andy's aid... Before she could take two steps, Holly grabbed her by the arm...forcefully pulling her back..." Sky...please...he'll kill you...I don't...I don't want to lose you again.." Vegas spun glaring into her sisters eyes..." Let me go Holly" she said..." Let me go right now.."
Ryan swung the rear door leading into the back room open slowly...his eyes falling on Bruss...a mix of hate and loathing washing over the big wolf... Andy's eyes flickered open...staring into the snarling face of the Irishman.. Before he could speak...or even react...Andy was hauled from the cot...his feet dangling above the ground... " Long time no see Bruss.." Ryan growled ..his fangs prominent " Looks like you've been having a bad day...well...it's about to get a lot worse" he snarled.. Andy stared pasively into Ryan's twisted face...his eyes locked with the bigger wolves.." Just do what ever you've come to do O'Brian..do it and be done with it." Ryan roared into Andy's calm and accepting face...then hurled him back onto the cot as Vegas and Holly burst into the room... " Leave him alone!!" Vegas screamed pushing past Ryan and standing in front of Andy who stared blankly at Ryan... Ryan glared at the two Hunters...shaking his head.." Pathetic.." he spat before turning to storm out of the room..
As Vegas rushed to Andy's side after Ryan left the room to make sure he was alright. Besides being shaken he was healthy considering what he was like now. She looked at Andy who looked at her with a bit of relief on his face and forced a small grin to show her that he was alright for now. Vegas sighed and helped him up, "See, he didn't kill you."
"He's still mean." Andy said quietly as he walked behind Vegas out of the room. Vegas held him by the arm and could feel him shaking as they walked out into the main area. She could see Harlow let out a brief sigh of relief after seeing that Andy was perfectly fine.
"So what do you reckon we do about those thugs Natasha sent after us?" Harlow asked a fuming Ryan.
"We kill the bastards and then I deal with my own pack." Ryan said as he looked at all of the assembled in turn, his gaze resting on Andy the longest. Part of Ryan's lip curled in disgust as he turned away from him. He walked towards the main entrance and began to sniff the air. It seems like they're close but I can't see them."
"Why don't we just go out there and look for them?" Vegas said.
"Why don't you just shut the hell up before I tear you to pieces?" Ryan spat, "They want us to go out there so we get them to come inside before we take them on."
"Okay then, Andy and I will go up on the catwalk and wait for them to pop their heads out and then we'll shoot them."
"And what's going to stop you from shooting us?" Ryan held his arms wide open, "I don't trust you, and I don't know why they trust you."
"We have no intention of shooting you in the back." Vegas said softly, trying not to upset him.
"Fine, you and that chicken gak go up there and look for anything that shouldn't be there." Ryan ordered.
Vegas stood between Andy and Ryan while walking up the stairs onto the catwalk while Ryan turned his attentions towards the other members of his pack. "Why the hell are they here?" Ryan asked Holly as he grabbed her by the arm forcefully.
"They pulled us out of a crowd of people who surrounded us." Holly said while trying to pull her arm away, "She's my sister and I haven't seen her in ages and Andy does whatever she says.".
"She controls him?" Ryan continued to berate Holly with questions.
"Yes, he's messed up like I told you." Holly said as she finally managed to free her arm, "His wife was killed, he lost his hand, he died, and was turned into a werewolf.". Ryan grinned slightly after hearing all of Andy's misfortunes. "Ryan, I know that you hate him and I know why you hate him but he's a different kind of person now."
"People don't change Holly, he's a hunter and will always be hunter even if he's a werewolf now." Ryan growled, "What's stopping him from turning us in to save his own ass?"
"Ryan, he doesn't like Natasha's plans. He has a kid and as soon as he heard about her wanting to rule the world he decided he would try to help stop her."
"So he has a kid..." Ryan mused, "that's good to know. Can't kill his wife so..."
"Ryan don't, I know you're better than this." Holly moved in closer, "I know that you're a good guy deep in there, that's why you saved me from the vampire and that's why you took Lisa along with us. Besides, he can be helpful."
"He didn't even try to put up a fight." Ryan exclaimed, "How can he be helpful. If anything he can be a snack if things get desperate."
"If he gets back to being his old self he can help. The guy's terrified of you and was shaking before you even arrived." Holly said, "But if he knows that you won't kill him he'll fight for you, I just know it."
"Oh, I won't kill him." Ryan said, "Like you said before, he's not worth the effort."
On the catwalk Vegas had spotted Andy's phone among the tattered remains of the cheap jeans he had stolen from Wal-Mart. The screen flashed with a message saying that he had a voicemail and a missed call, Vegas picked it up and checked to see where the voicemail had come from. The contact list said that it was Joker and Vegas shook her head at the thought that Andy had actually saved a fellow hunter as a contact on his phone, it was just poor thinking. "I'll listen to it later." Vegas thought to herself as she looked over at Andy who was holding his right arm to stop himself from trembling like a kid who has just been through a house of horrors. "Andy, its going to be alright I promise you." she said quietly.
"No its not." Andy said with sorrow, "I won't live past tonight, he was about to kill me and when the full moon comes he's going to do it. I... I've held my son physically for only a couple of seconds. I don't know the color of his eyes, I don't know what he sounds like, I've just seen him sleeping and I held him through a golem. Nobody over there knows his name, and they probably never will. I'm a failure Vegas, I wish he did just kill me and got it over with because I don't want to wait."
"Stop it Andy." Vegas said as she grabbed him by the shoulders, "I'll keep you safe, and we'll get back to the states so you can be with your son. What was his name?"
"Michael," Andy said as he swallowed, "Michael Mir Bruss."
"Mir?" Vegas asked, "Its a nice name, but why Mir?"
"Its the first three letters from Miranda." Andy said as he looked Vegas in the eyes, "She's the reason why I could get him back. If she didn't die I wouldn't have seen him, and its my fault."
"We've been over this, its not your fault she died."
"Yes it is, if I didn't bring Wendy over with me none of this would've happened." Andy said, "I'm an idiot, I brought my pregnant wife to a bad place. Its all my fault, I deserve what happens. If Ryan tears my throat out its because I did something wrong."
"Andy, listen to me." Vegas said sternly, "You will do what I say alright?" she watched as Andy nodded, "You will do what Ryan says because he's in charge of this group here, but you will not let him kill you because you don't deserve it. You didn't know what was going to happen and you did it to protect her, blame whoever it was who had her kidnapped."
"The ghoul said Suzie, she owned that bar." Andy said to himself, "Suzie had her kidnapped and gave her to Pontius."
"That's right." Vegas said calmly, "Its Suzie's fault, not yours. Listen to what Ryan says, then after tonight we'll figure out what to do."
"Vegas?" Andy asked.
"What is it?" Vegas returned nicely.
"Thank you for being there." Andy said as he began to look out the window.
"Same to you bud." Vegas replied as she looked out another window.
As fas as how Andy looks, and a pretty good character reference for when he's not losing his damn mind. Nathan Drake fits pretty well. He's cocky, has love interests, and is overall a nice guy unless you make him mad. Of course thanks to sillyboy for all of the pics in the planning thread, which is worth a look just to see how he thought a lot of the characters would look like.
I'm putting this post spoilers, as it is a bit un-nerving. I'm going to be blunt and tell you that it's Musater and Musatei liberating a Concentration camp run by Rahl Lycans. It's going to be fething creepy.
Spoiler:
Summer, 1946
"Second Lieutenant, watch the exit. Make sure no-one makes it out without the safeword 'Starlight'." Musatei was loading her BAR as she spoke. They were at the gate of the Maly Tras’tsyanyets extermination camp. The stench of death surrounded the area. It was a horrible smell, like if someone had made a massive corpse fire. Which, sadly, they had. The Americans had reached Maly Tras’tsyanyets to late to save most of the prisoners, as it was a very small camp.
"And why should I take orders from a woman?" Second Lieutenant Smithe was a cocky bastard. Born in Missouri, he joined the war five years ago. He was sad to see it end, he wanted to kill more Nazis.
"Because, Second Lieutenant Smithe, I outrank you." She pulled out her badge, two iron bars, signifying that she was a captain. "Now, watch the exit. Ok, sweetums?" She fluttered her eyelids sarcastically.
"You know what. I'm not taking this from some stupid ass baby girl." He slung his rifle over his shoulder, and tried to slap her. She grabbed his arm mid flight, and snapped it like a twig. "FUCKIN HELL! MY ARM!" Smithe was screaming at her. He reached for his sidearm, but his good arm was grabbed by a man in a black uniform.
"Sir. I don't want to snap your other arm." Musater looked him dead in the eye. Then he snapped his arm anyway. "Don't fething touch my sister. Try it again, but I will put a bullet into your brain."
"Yes... Yes..." Smithe walked away from the pair.
"Are you ready? There's gonna be a ton of Rahl in there. I hope we can-" Musatei put her hand on her brother's shoulder.
"Don't worry. I've got it covered." She raised her modified BAR. The clip was a cylinder, with over 200 silver rounds loaded into it, and there was a small grenade. Musater smiled as he grabbed his weapon; a M1 Carbine modified to be fully automatic, with an extended clip.
Walking into the camp was no easy feat. The stench of burning, fetid flesh hit the pair like a wall. There were bodies everywhere, littering the ground. The flesh from some were torn off, making people who looked like walking skeletons actual skeletons. Many were in mass graves, open to the air, as the Nazi guard had not had time to bury the dead before the army showed up. The guard that was left hid inside the manor of the master of the death camp, a man only known as "The Death King", the man they were sent to kill. He was a Rahl, and had surrounded himself with as many wolves as he could. That would end soon enough. The two approached the hall of the damned silently, trying to hide in the shadows. They succeeded in their sneaking, and had gotten on to the porch without anyone seeing them. Peering inside, Musatei saw a pack of maybe 20 wolves feasting on what looked like the last remains of the survivors. She nearly vomited at the sight.
Musater, however, had had enough. Emerging from the shadows, he began to fire his carbine. He killed a few, but the rest just seemed to run off. The pair jumped into the window, and began the process of moving room by room, killing all the wolves. The first room was a dud, containing no wolves. The second had a wolf crying in a corner. The shot him and moved on. The next few rooms were empty. They began clearing rooms even faster, and the sound of gunfire began to increase steadily as Musater and Musatei were slaughtering the wolves until they found the last one. He was sitting on a four poster bed, laughing.
"You know, hunters, you may have dealt with my peons, but you'll have to face me. Now, die!" The wolf turned into his Lycan form and charged the pair. Before he could strike, Musatei put about 6 rounds into his left knee, nearly severing his leg. He fell to the ground, howling in pain. He looked up at his smiling attackers and began to laugh.
"Your perverse power fantasy will be cut short, foolish mortals. I work for my Master, Jarin. He will find you, and make sure that-" the man was cut off by a woman.
"Wait. He said we're mortal? He think's we're normal hunters?" Musatei lowered her weapon, looking surprised. "You're a stupid man, Death King."
"I am not the death king. I am his right hand man, Gariin." Jarin looked at Musater. "And who the hell are you?"
"My name is not important. All I need you to do is tell whoever set up this camp that they will die. By my, or my master's hand." Musater beat Jarin in the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking him out.
"Let's go. This place smells horrible." Musater walked away, leaving the man to either die or to give to this "Natasha" that they had stopped their little Rahl plot. Musater would not know how much damage he had done with one simple mission...
One thing though...( isn't there always?)...Musater and Jarin have come into contact with one another many many times since World War II ( seeing as they're both in Europe and both worked for/with Natasha)...so I'm sure Jarin would have remembered Musater as the man who shot and clubbed him...and been none to happy about it...
Your RP would make a bit more sense if the guy Musater beat/shot worked for Jarin instead of being Jarin...
Chowderhead wrote:Done and done. That should add a bit of "Grrrr" between Jarin and Musater, and make it quasi-personal.
Indeed it should...
Still interested in how you'll depict Musatei's defection over to Natasha's camp...she and Amanda became very loyal to Natasha...and it'll be cool to see what you come up with to show why.
Chowderhead wrote:Done and done. That should add a bit of "Grrrr" between Jarin and Musater, and make it quasi-personal.
Indeed it should...
Still interested in how you'll depict Musatei's defection over to Natasha's camp...she and Amanda became very loyal to Natasha...and it'll be cool to see what you come up with to show why.
Remember FITZZ, Natasha has been in power for only 100 years. Musatei has been living under a rock for 50 years, and she wasn't really up to date with Wolf news when she was trekking around the world with Musater, assassinating people.
Musater has only really known of Natasha and her wicked ways because he lives near her. It's a situation of proximity.
Chowderhead wrote:Done and done. That should add a bit of "Grrrr" between Jarin and Musater, and make it quasi-personal.
Indeed it should...
Still interested in how you'll depict Musatei's defection over to Natasha's camp...she and Amanda became very loyal to Natasha...and it'll be cool to see what you come up with to show why.
Remember FITZZ, Natasha has been in power for only 100 years. Musatei has been living under a rock for 50 years, and she wasn't really up to date with Wolf news when she was trekking around the world with Musater, assassinating people.
Musater has only really known of Natasha and her wicked ways because he lives near her. It's a situation of proximity.
Natasha's actual reign began almost two hundred years ago, when the Pure Blood pack was wiped out and even before that she was always a commanding force due to her blood line...she has been a Rahl Queen for ages ( Though that is not widely known) and accended as Lyceon Queen after the Pure Blood massacre ....
...Dez moved quickly across the warehouse lot...using what minimal cover was available...
" They're going to blow your head off" the voice in his head mocked him..
" Shut up.." Dez snarled back as he finally reached the door..surprised that it swung right open.
Before Dez could react, a huge paw darted out and grabbed him...slinging him through the air..
Dez traveled several yards before crashing to the warehouse floor with a bone jaring crash...
" You move...and you die.." Ryan said with a snarl as he advanced on Dez..
The stunned wolf sat up, raising his hands in the air..." I mean no harm...I wanted to let you know that Natasha is tracking you."
Ryan laughed " Yeah...that's old news ...who the hell are you?" he spat
Vegas answered for him..." His names Dez...another Hunter turned wolf.." she said slowly walking towards Dez " In fact...he's the bastard who bit me.."
Ryan roared laughter " He bit you...you turn around and bite Bruss...oh you Hunters are good.." he said sarcasticly.
" Look..." Dez said getting to his feet " I need to talk to Andy...and you" he said looking at Vegas.." But for now...we need to think about Natasha's goons...they could be on their way here."
Ryan pointed to the crushed transmitor on the floor..." Oh...I'm sure they are" the big wolf said.
... From out of the confines of her resting place she rose...greeting the aproaching dusk as though it were a lover.
She wiped at the dried blood tears under her eyes...and exited the structure...
Nearby she sensed the presence of Lycans...vile beast...but unimportant at the moment, she thought only of Cain...
She must go to him...see him once again with her own eyes.
Rising into the darkening sky, Lilith allowed her mind to focus...pinpointing the location of the crooked house...
She frowned for a moment...feeling great turmoil...great fury rising..
" No Matter" she thought.." Tonight I shall be reunited with my Lord"
Moving slowly along on a current of wind...Lilith made for the crooked house...and her Lord.
... Brother James wheeled the huge Hummer into the parking lot of Our Lady of Sorrows church...killing the engine and looking about..
" Doesn't seem to be anyone here Lord Purifier " Brother Carlos said from the back...
Marilus shook his head " No Brother...Father Nakizy is here...he often is even after dark.."
The man climbed from his seat in the vehicle and headed for the rear door of the church after informing his men to stay in the Hummer.
A sharp rap upon the door and a moment later it swung open, revealing the aged an grim face of Father Nakizy..
" Ah..my old friend" the Priest said placing a hand on Marilus shoulder and escorting him into the chappel..." What brings you to visit?"
" No social call this time Father." Marilus said..." I came to inquire as to....any rumours you may have heard...perhaps from your flock."
" Rumours ?" The Priest smiled raising an eyebrow..." You mean of course tales of the devils work...do you not?"
Marilus nodded " Yes my old friend...that is exactly what I mean.."
The priest seated himself and again smiled at the towering man " Marilus...I hear many things...the people of my parish are fearful...fearful of what stalks the night.."
" Have any seen ...do they know for sure.." Marilus began..but the Priest rasied an old and gnarled hand stopping him..
" I can tell you what I know my friend.." Father Nakizy said..." The beast stalks the night...many of them...large packs in the villiage of Deep Woods...more here in Prague.."
" But where Father...where" Marilus said..
" A group of my flock spoke with me just today.." The Priest said.." Strangers near the warehouse district...perhaps ...you should look there first."
Marilus paused, it made sense...the tainted Hunters would need somewhere out of the way to hide....and perhaps hunt..
" I shall do that Father" Marilus said..." And thank you again.."
" I only attempt to do the work of my Lord" the Priest said showing the Hunter out..
His eyes narrowed as the Hummer pulled away from the church...a smile passing over his face.
Marilus was an expert Hunter, a Purifier of the Six Fingered Hand....devoted and ever watchful ..
However, in his quest to find the tainted Hunters...his watchful eyes had not noticed the body of the young boy. behind the alter..his throat slit...his body drained of blood..
In the chapel of Our Lady of Sorrows...Father Nakizy turned...and resumed his grim work.
Dez was thrown into the warehouse by Ryan, he landed against a wall and soon found himself pinned by Ryan's massive paw. "You have about five secnds before I paint the wall with your blood." he threatened.
"I was at Natasha's, she has my father!" Dez blurted out quickly, "She wanted me to track you and get the pureblood back!"
"The pureblood?" Ryan said as he lengthened his claws, "She's not going to get it for whatever sick plan she has in mind."
"I don't want her to carry it out either, that's why I killed one of her minions. His body's in the car around the corner as I speak." Dez glanced at the claws.
"You other hunters, do something useful and go find the car he's talking about." Ryan dropped Dez with a thud, "Harlow, keep watch over him." he walked towards the entrance and began to look for possible ways to defend it when a brown square caught his eye. He picked it up and it unfolded open, several local coins fell out and clanged against the floor. Ryan turned it over and looked inside the wallet to see mostly american bills in the bill fold, a worn photo among them. He pulled it out and saw that it was a picture of Andy and some woman he didn't recognize, kissing. The tuxedo and white dress made it obvious that this was a wedding photo. "Well, well Bruss." Ryan thought to himself, "She was a looker to say the least, too bad I didn't have the pleasure of ripping your heart out through her." he tucked the photo back into place and tossed the wallet aside before returning to his examination of the entrance. ..........
"Where do you think the car is?" Andy asked Vegas as they walked carefully down an alley.
"Probably right there." Vegas pointed to a corner in the alley, "It smells like something dead over there.". They walked around to see a car with a bloody splattered wind shield. "I guess that this is it.". They circled and looked inside, the slit throat of the man inside was already being covered by flies. The doors were locked but with the windows down it was easy to get in. "We should probably get this inside the warehouse."
"The body or the car?" Andy asked is disgust over carrying the body. He looked at Vegas's face and he reached in to pull at the body. Vegas came over to his side and helped pull it from the car, she helped Andy shoulder the body and they walked back to the warehouse. "This guy's heavy." Andy complained.
"Well if you hurry up we can drop it off faster." Vegas said as the came near the entrance. She opened up the door with a grunt and let Andy pass, as soon as he did he let the body fall to the floor. Thick, coagulated blood dribbled from the neck onto the floor and stained it dark red.
Andy began to retreat away from the body and Ryan as he went over to examine it. "See I told you." Dez said loudly only to get Ryan's attention.
"Shut the hell up." Ryan growled, "I'm sure you probably tried to kill me too, the only reason I tolerate these other two is because one's related to her, and the other one's her bitch.". Ryan returned to examining the body, sniffing the air around it to see if it was indeed a wolf. The stink of Natasha's compound still lingered around the corpse.
Andy had kept quiet as he inched along the wall behind Vegas. He was lucky that Ryan had let him live, he still expected him to try to kill him but it wouldn't be right now. Maybe he wouldn't kill him, more likely he would but maybe. He looked down at the floor and found his wallet, he quickly snatched it back up and checked for the photo. He smiled as he looked at it....
............Good Ole' Days...............
"Andy, where did you get that tux?" Wendy furrowed her brow, "It looks like its been used by Pigsty."
"Who's Pigsty?" Andy asked as he reexamined the suit.
"Its the guy in the Charlie Brown comics, the guy who's covered in dirt." Wendy said as she pulled the tux from Andy's hands, "Take this back and get another one."
"Fine, but I'm going to get the red one." Andy said as he wrapped the tux back up in its cover.
"No, you're going to get a black one just like that, just not dirty. Make sure its pressed and everything." Wendy said as she looked at herself in a mirror, "Its already bad enough that the wedding's tomorrow and we're rushing everything."
"Its not like there's going to be a lot of people. My parents are dead, and your mom's pretty much the only one who is coming." Andy argued as he walked back to the rental area.
"You'll be surprised with how many people will be there." Wendy said as the tailor hemmed the dress.
Moments later they were finished with the rental and the dress had been fitted and paid for. The happy couple entered their car and the dress and tuxedo were laid out neatly in the back seat so they wouldn't get ruffled, Andy started the car and looked over at Wendy, "Can you believe that we're going to get married this fast?"
"Yes I can," Wendy said as she kissed Andy on the cheek, "now let's get home so that we can get these things out of the car okay?"
.................
"What did you mean by me being surprised with how many people will be there?" Andy asked as he pulled the shoes off of his feet.
"My mom for one, but I invited some others." Wendy said passively, "Some other hunters, and some family friends."
"Who?" Andy said as he dropped his shoes in surprise.
"Well there's my mom, Miranda, my cousins, aunts, and uncles, Smalls..." Wendy sat down next to Andy.
"I thought this thing was supposed to be small?" Andy said as he put his face in his hands, "How can we afford that?"
"Are you kidding, one of my uncles is a priest and he's letting us do it for free." Wendy smiled as she looked back at Andy.
"The way you act, I couldn't imagine you being related to a priest." Andy joked as Wendy punched him in the arm.
"Well, tomorrow its going to be a quick ceremony and then we go on our honeymoon." Wendy said as she ran her fingers up Andy's arm.
"Okay then, save it for tomorrow." Andy said as he got up, leaving her in the chair. "Don't want to make your uncle angry." he said as he went into the kitchen and looked in the fridge, "You up for some chicken tonight?".
"Sure..." Wendy said with a slight air of disappointment.
"Think about it Wendy, after tomorrow we'll be official." Andy joked from the kitchen as Wendy walked into the kitchen. She pressed against him while he was putting a pan on the stove. "Okay, you win." he said as they left the kitchen.
Harlow and Ryan had been alerted at about the same time. Harlow was covering Dez with one of his pistols as Ryan investigated the area and Vegas and Andy went to go retrieve the body. Harlow looked Dez over, he wasn't very impressive and he was missing an eye. It was strange for a moment as Harlow couldn't figure out why only one wolf had come, he was expecting a much larger force to be looking for him. He soon determined that Dez couldn't have been one of Natasha's men, there was no way they were stupid enough to come into the warehouse alone and expect to take Ryan or anyone else for that matter. Harlow sniffed, the guy smelled like freshly drawn blood.
"Any other former hunter wolves you wanna tell us about?" Harlow called in an annoyed tone to Vegas as she left with Andy.
"Not particularly." Vegas shot back sarcastically, not bothering to look back to Harlow as the two left the building. Harlow shook his head and looked back at Dez
"Alright, how long have you been following us, cyclops?" Harlow asked.
"Since...we saw O'Brian in the lot out there." Dez replied weakly, Harlow could tell that wasn't the truth and his tone became harsh.
"Don't give me that bullgak! If you don't want to end up a stain on the floor I suggest you start with the truth." Harlow brought the hammer back to firing position on his pistol and aimed it at Dez's face.
"Alright! I followed the hunters here from the Crooked House. There were other wolves with me but they busted through the windows and got killed in the fight before I could stop them." Dez admitted.
"That was you?" An angry voice came from the sidelines, it was Vegas, she and Andy had just gotten back inside, Andy was carrying a limp body. Dez nodded.
"Yes, afterwards, me and him followed you here, he was about to call Natasha, tell her everything, I stopped him." Dez said calmly, indicating the dead wolf.
"What the hell is a Crooked House?" Harlow asked confusedly.
"A big interdimensional building, lots of supernaturals live in it. Its where Andy lost his hand and we killed that old vampire." Vegas answered.
"The same one that Rawhead character lives in?" Harlow pressed. Vegas nodded, not happy with the memory no doubt. Harlow turned his attention to Andy.
"Come on, lets get that in the back with the other one."
"Why?" Andy asked.
"Because for one, I don't feel like smelling blood stink and two, the only thing we've got going for us is surprise. If we leave him here the wolves that are coming will know something's up." Harlow said as he helped Andy pick up the body.
"There are wolves heading here, you know for sure?" Dez asked. Ryan was the one to respond from behind him, startling the smaller wolf.
"Most likely, you can thank Harlow for that one." He said glaring at the other Grubrah who gave him a glare right back.
Harlow said nothing and helped Andy with the body, shoving in the back room with the half eaten convict. Andy picked up something from the corpse's hand and looked at it.
"What is it?" Harlow asked.
"Cell phone." Andy said giving it to Harlow. As the two came back out of the room and towards the other once hunters. Harlow tossed the phone to Dez.
"Keep it, it might come in handy if we're alive by tomorrow morning." Harlow said darkly. "You plan on sticking around?" He aimed the question at Dez who looked around unsurely, finally he nodded.
"Then get ready for a fight and stay out of the way." Harlow said harshly and left the hunters to their business, heading over to where Ryan's pack was grouped.
Harlow leaned on a support pillar and looked at each member of the pack in turn, Ryan was busy looking through his jacket pockets for his cigarettes unsuccessfully.
"Dammit." He said. "Must be out."
Harlow reached into his own packet and tossed Ryan his pack. As the other wolf was busy lighting one up, Harlow spoke.
"So Ryan, you never told us what you were doing while the rest of us were out playing keep away with the mob and Natasha's men." He said in a flat tone. Ryan looked at him as if uninterested, finally he nodded towards Star and the baby she held who were behind him a few feet away.
"Had to take care of a few people, that's my girl, Star." He said, there was a moment of silence.
"And the kid?" Harlow asked. Ryan held his gaze.
"My son Cassanova."
There was another moment of silence until a small, stifled chuckle escaped Harlow's throat.
"What's so funny?" Holly asked.
"Nothing, he just reminds me of someone I knew a while back." Harlow said whimsically. The others around him gave each other a few looks. "I'll let the big happy family get settled in, I'm going to go find somewhere to aim this." He said walking away and unslinging his rifle.
When he was out of earshot, Star spoke up.
"Where did you find him?" she asked.
"In a dark alley not to far from here the other night." Ryan responded, casually leaning back on his seat.
"And you let him run around with your pack?" She asked partly incredulous. Ryan thought of the night he'd met Harlow, the way he'd put that gash in his side and evaded his initial attempts at combat so easily, the way Holly had talked about him taking on the mob and the damage he'd seen to that truck with his own eyes. He thought about the way she had described him taking on Natasha's guards while they escaped. Ryan watched Harlow as he walked away and gathered his things.
"He may not look like much." He began. "But he's a fighter."
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Harlow gathered his bag and found a spot behind some metal drums which sat next to a pillar and decided that would be as good a place as any to set up a firing position. He spent the next few minutes preparing his weapons with silver ammo, no doubt he'd be needing it. Finally alone and with nothing else to do, Harlow reflected on why he was here. Did he really need to be there? Was he really obligated to help these wolves? Was he really willing to possibly die to fight this battle?
The answer came to him in a saying that he had always lived by. "It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees." He thought. He had never bowed to anyone, he had long since refused to be anyone's pawn. If he was honest to himself he wanted to be in this fight, that bitch queen had used him for her own twisted agenda, to hurt others, not that Harlow cared so much for the well being of those around him than the fact that he had been used to possibly harm them. Harlow was not fighting for them, he was fighting with them, at least that's what he told himself, the more enemies of his enemies he had on his side the better...
Harlow sighed, he remembered a time, so long ago now, when he was a lot more carefree than he was now. Back then he lived on the plains and the prairie, he could go weeks without seeing another living soul, he could let himself run and hunt to his heart's content and not worry about hunters, wolves, or even other people for that matter. Harlow closed his eyes as he tried to keep that image of the wilderness in his mind, eventually he found his harmonica and spent a minute trying to find a tune to play. Finally, he settled on something and played the song quietly for himself to hear, humming the lyrics to himself.
"I walk these streets...a loaded rifle on my back...I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back...I've been everywhere, and I'm standing tall...I've seen a million faces an I'm rollin on..."
He played the chorus softly and leaned back, wondering who had seen fit to put his life story into song...
Scarlett walked slowly forward her mouth open while staring at the huge glinting object at the heart of the chamber. The golden circlet seemed like a giant eye, it looked huge at almost twenty feet across, with a gaping hole in its heart that you could walk through. Reaching the item, she gazed at the ancient hieroglyphics with wide eyes and moved around the circlet stepping through and then back around, then looked back to Nero who stood still watching with a interested smile at her reaction. While Giles had taken the torch and let several more along either wall to bath the chamber in a deep flickering light.
"The eye of Anubis." She stated as she looked back at the wondrous artifact.
"Yes." Nero confirmed as he took a step forward.
"How is it here, how do I know it so well?"
Scarlett slowly raised her hand and caressed the cold metal, the air seemed to shuddered as her fingers connected with it, and from behind Giles lowered his sunglasses to look at her cautiously. Behind him Olivia was worried, she wasn't sure she liked this turn of events.
"I am guessing through the blood of your Sire, this was his for a long time, before it came into the possession of the Black Rook."
She nodded, pausing to look at what other wonders they held possession of, suits of Armour, weapons, chests loaded with gold and all the more besides lay within the grand chamber, near the back she though she could see the outline of a tank. Trying to focus she returned her gaze to the eye, and stroked the hieroglyphics with her finger tips.
"Does it work?" She said softly, her eyes locked upon them.
Nero paused, and then carefully considered his words.
"We have not been able to tell."
Scarlett looked back to him, could see he was telling the truth and returned her gaze and touch to the symbols she now let her fingers linger over.
"Did Caine ever use it?"
"We do not know, I would guess yes if I was requested for an absolute answer."
She touched the symbols in sequence, the light of the metal seemed to glow, and gems of emerald and ruby began to glow around its rim. Giles pulled the glasses from his face and stepped forward with mild alarm, but Nero grasped his shoulder pausing his movement. Olivia could see Nero wanted Scarlett to do this, and stumbled forward.
"Scarlett!" she blurted out.
Nero grabbed her top and yanked her down with a growl, his eyes igniting into a bright red as he used the powers of his blood to chill Olivia to silence. He looked back half expecting to see an enraged Kindred, but Scarlett was lost to the item, her fingers using her memory, the memory of her sire to activate the ancient artifact. With a strange hum, the object erupted into light as the jewels poured light into the room, Olivia managed to break the hold, and just stared horrified as Scarlett stepped back from the expanding light.
"Now child, through step though the eye!" yelled Nero taking two steps forward.
Scarlett stared into the red pool of light that had formed with the eye, it was warm and inviting, and within faces seemed to be waiting for her, old friends, family, she tried to resist the urge, but it was too great and with a final glance at Nero, Giles and Olivia she stepped into the portal. A great gasp of wind erupted from the eye, extinguishing all the torches with a sudden an audible roar of rage, and then silence.
"I am uncertain if that was a wise thing to do old friend?" muttered Giles as he relit the main torch.
Holding it up, Olivia gasped, and both Nero and Giles fell silent, in the entre of the eye Scarlett stood as if frozen in time, crouched forward her arms dangling limply while she stood. She was looking away, but not moving, something did not seem right.
"What have you done?" asked Olivia bitterly.
Nero ignored her and took three more steps towards the eye, she was only a few meters away now, and he lifted his arm towards her, his hand reaching out, even with the distance between them.
"Scarlett?"
"You tricked me.." She whispered.
Nero paused, his fingers pulling back as he stared at her, she was hunched over, but her body was moving. Scarlett looked back at him, and Olivia gasped out in horror. Her head had turned around but the body remained facing the other way.
"What in Gods name." spat Giles.
"We do not speak of that name!" spat Scarlett as she stepped forward, her body shifting and realigning itself as she came out of the circlet. Her eyes had a hint of red within them, like a back glow, and her skin seemed more pale than normal. Being closer Nero could see the sickly yellow sweat that ran down her neck and between her breasts as she stepped up to him.
"This curse will doom us all, you knew." She said weakly.
"Caine has used the eye, he will be the same."
She glared at him.
"If he hasn't?"
"Then I pray for your sake this is worth it."
Scarlett's lip quivered and her arm split into two, elongating into tentacles and striking out and slapping Nero across the chest, pitching him some twenty feet across the ground onto the floor. She stalked over to him, her arm reforming as she put her right foot down onto his chest and glowered at him.
"You'll be praying for your own." She growled.
As she pulled away, her head twitched, and she felt something dark gnaw at her spirit, she glanced over at Olivia, and then at the rest of the room.
"You brought us here for weapons Nero, there better be some of worth!"
He sat up, holding the cracked breastbone from her foot and nodded.
"Yes, Swords laced with silver, reinforced tunics and jackets that can deflect claws, we have fought the Werewolves before."
"Good, if the time comes we will fight them again."
"Collect it, and bring it to our chamber, we have unfinished business!" She snapped, striding out and grasping Olivia to her feet before pulling the confused looking kindred from the room.
Nero stared at the door, she had almost ripped it off its hinges as she walked through.
"I fear we will regret that decision my friend, perhaps Erisa was right." Giles said softly.
Nero said nothing, the eye of Anubis had been in their care for hundreds of years, the rumoured power locked within its cursed frame was legendary to the leadership of the Rook, although for all of her unlife Erisa had banned anyone to use it or research how to use it. The ancient power Vicissitude was not to be used.
"I know Caine used the Eye."
"We have no idea what that has done to her, what if we have just giving him a deadly weapon."
Nero stood in silence for several long moments.
"Then the Black Rook dies."
Giles frowned heavily, and then looked back at the eye. He had a bad feeling about this.
... Dez stared at the wolf called Harlow as he walked away...thinking to himself that he'd have to watch out for him...and for Ryan as well..
He made his way towards were Andy and Vegas stood...bracing himself for the venom that he was sure to be greeted with.
Vegas glared at Dez as he approached , a look of loathing crossing her face..." This is your fault you bastard.." she spat " What's become of Andy and me...your fault"
" I didn't bite Bruss..." Dez said " You did.."
" You did it to me...you arrogent bastard.." Vegas said, her hand falling to her gun...
Dez shook his head.." fine then...kill me..but before you do...you should know that ...maybe...just maybe...there's a cure.."
Andy stared at Dez..." Cure?...what...for this...being a wolf?"
Dez shrugged " A cure...or maybe a means to keep the beast at bay...I'm not really sure.."
" He's full of gak Andy" Vegas snarled..
" Wait...I want to hear this.." Andy said staring at Dez with an air of hope " Tell me what you know.."
Dez shrugged " I don't know much...but Carl does.."
" Carl?" Andy said..
" Yes Carl...the pure blood you and your group tried to kill.." Dez said with a smirk.." He's been searching for it for decades...maybe longer.."
" And he found something?' andy asked hopefully..
" He had told some members of the Lunar Brotherhood he may be close.." Dez shrugged..
" So where is he..? where's Carl now..?" Andy said...
Dez stared at the man and sighed " Natasha has him."
... Edit: In an attempt to make things a bit clearer, let me explain exactly what Dez is talking about...
Carl, even though he was born a wolf, has always loathed his condition and hated what his kind have done.
Over the centuries he has sought out and studied any myth or rumour that might lead to a cure for Lycanthropy...or a means to keep the beast in check/inside.
Only recently has he discovered a possiable answer to the mystery he has sought to unravel...a possiable way to contain the curse of the beast.
... Brahg sat quietly in the rear of a Mercedes SUV, brooding slightly at having to miss the festivities back at the mansion, but somewhat honored Natasha had given him command of this important mission...
He had again selected Yin and Key for their ferocious fighting ability to acompany him, and also again included Shandi amongst his number as he knew her cunning, speed and viciousness would be an asset..
Brahg had also opted to bring a small wolf named Grell along, he'd worked with Grell before and knew the wolf could hold his own in a fight, but above that the diminutive wolf was an amazing marksman...positively deadly with any firearm.
His team selected, Brahg ordered them to move out...though the transmitor had abruptly stopped sending, they had the location marked and Brahg was certian he and his pack could sniff their prey out...even if they had fled the warehouse..
" Traffic is light tonight Brahg." Yin said from besides him..." We should reach or destination shortly." the big wolf smiled around a mouthful of glistening meat.
" What are you munching on?" Brahg said, his nose flaring at the scent coming from a bag in the huge wolfs lap..
Yin grinned wider " I had the chefs prepare a bit of ...takeout.." the giant said lifting a severed hand from the sack " care for some?"
Brahg felt his hunger rise, quickly taking the hand and examining the painted and manicured nails that tipped the fingers.." One of the working girls..?" he said with a smile.
" Indeed" Yin nodded " very tasty.." he said popping a slab of dripping meat into his huge mouth.
" We're getting closer Brahg" Shandi said from behind the wheel " Any orders on entry?"
" We're not sure if they're still there...but we go in quick and cautious.." Brahg said " If they have left..we track them.."
" And if they are still there?" Asked Key.
" Then we get the pure blood infant as quickly as possiable...and get out" Brahg said
" What about the others?" Yin said, still enjoying his grisly meal..
" Getting the pure blood is primary...but kill any of them who fight" Brahg said taking a bite from the severed hand...his eyes rolled " delicious' he said with a smile.
I was wondering when you were going to get back...
Alright, the summary is that the hunters got into a big fight at the Crooked House with Pontius and his guys. Pontius is dead, so is Sven and Joker's NPCs, Andy got his hand cut off, his wife got turned into a vampire, died, Andy got his son back, he's in the states. Andy "died" at the hospital before being saved by Vegas with the bite, they found Holly and Lisa at a gas station. Harlow was captured and then released by Natasha, then everyone met up at a warehouse and are waiting for the event to start...including Dez. Oh, and Star's there with Ryan's son, Erzuli made it to Natasha's place and...something happened to Scarlett/Olivia involving some sort of ancient artifact.
I think that's it...
I had forgotten Star was the one to bite Dez, considering they're both now in the same building...
Hmmm...and I thought the re-meet between Vegas and Dez was going to be awkward...Anyway, good to see you've returned Shas!
Ok, given that none of the PCs in the Warehouse have posted and further RP's , I'm just going to start the event so we can move things along...
... " What do you mean Natasha has him?" Vegas said ,her eyes glaring at Dez with distrust..
" I mean exactly that.." Dez said with a snarl " Natasha is holding him..he's at her Mansion just outside of Prague."
" And this...cure.." ANdy said.." Do you think he actually has one?"
Dez shook his head " I told you I don't really know for sure...but I know damn well if he dies in that Mansion...none of us will ever know.."
" Shut up all of you.." Ryan said in a low growl, his head tilted...senses on edge.
" Ryan..what is it?" Star asked from his side...then she froze " Damn...I smell them too...Natasha's wolves."
With supernatural speed Ryan grabbed Star around the waist and quickly pulled her and the infant to cover..
" They're moving in!!" the big wolf roared to the others " Stay alert!!"
As Ryan barked out his warning two windows at the front of the warehouse exploded inwards as through each a giant wolf, each the size of a Kodiak bear, smashed their way into the structure...
" Oh my god..." Holly stammered ..stunned at the gargantuan size of the two beast
Harlow raised his weapon from where he crouched in cover...trying to get a sight on one of the mammoth wolves.
Suddenly in a roar of screaming engine and shattering wood...the front doors of the warehouse splintered and rocketed across the structure like missles as the SUV barreled into the warehouse..
Ok, Yin and Key are on foot in the warehouse, Brahg,Shandi and Grell are in the SUV...
Send in those PMs...
Vukojevic looked around at the massive tower. Built into the grounds so only the domed top appeared above the ground yet like an iceberg it was massive. Around the edges many more ghyouls and humanii waited nervously. All wore the same thing on their back. It was like a pair of bat wings fully extended, made of balsa and some cloth to allow each contender the ability to fly, and at the end of each wing wass a six inch blade made of the finest iron and sharpened so it would finely slash through sinew and muscle as easily as it did through skin. Far below at the bottom of the tower many fires burned to create thermals to keep the ghouls and competition aloft. This was the trail of air. To touch the ground was to fail. For one hour the ghouls would take to the thermal currents and try to stay alive. In alcoves behind glass was cheering vampyres. Cheering for blood. His blood. He could see coins and other things of value being traded and bet upon the outcome. Behind him his three minders looked anxious. From somewhere a horn began to blow. All around ghouls started to leap and catch the currents. Vukojevic checked his shortsword strapped to his side and the hand crossbow he had been given. Trainers were free to give their fighters weapons but too many would weigh the fighter down and make them an easy target.
Jumping from the edge he got the greatest adrenilane rush he had ever experinced. To his right he saw two humanii crash together and fall to their deaths on the pyres below. Suddenly form his left anither ghoul flew past slashing his right calf which was exposed due to his above average height. eyes Forward you fool he said to himself. The pain was already begining to dull. He began to pick up the tail of a humanii. It was obvious his prey wasn't a ghoul the way it lazily reacted and failed to take advantage somebody with better reactions surely would of managed to. Aiming his handbow he looked for the tell-tale shadow that would created by the mans body. Lossing his shot it punched through the membrane but missed the flier. 9 rounds left. He had to concentrate more. The target relaising he had a tail tried to bank left but his reaction was ponderous and slow. Puting his bow into his left hand he ripped his sword from the scabbaard and Started to dive towards the target. Deliberatley over shooting the target as he flew over he slashed at the frame with his sword. Blood quickly began to flow across the canvas and the craft started to spin and tumble towards the ground. Satisfied with the kill he sheathed his sword. Having to suddenly pull up as he was getting to close to the fire for his liking. Climbing towards the ceiling three people started to try and trail. They evidently were working togethyer. All were loutish humanii. Smiling at what he was about to do, he began to lure the in closer as he cut his speed to a crawl. They were on his tail fairly quickly, not shots came his way so evidently they hadn't impressed their minders too much. In a split second Vukojevic pulled into a steep dive towards the ground. It took the humanii a couple of seconds to realise where he had gone. As soon as they spotted him heading away they began to dive as well. Vujojevic dodged multiple fliers and even managed to get another kill as he dove past a flier tring to pull out of thei own dive. His wing's blade opened their stomach as he tried to dodge Vukojevic. Still the humanii manged to tail him. Less than 60 feet from the ground Vukojevic Pulled out the gut wrenching dive. Two of his tailers tried to pull out but didn't have enough control to do so successfully. One did mange to nearly get out of the dive before the G-forces ripped apart his kite. Above him Vukojevic spotted the last one. This one was smarter and had saw what Vukojevic had been intending to do and had pulled out of his dive much earlier. Turning to face him Vukojevic firied off a wild shot, it missed the intended target but hit another flier in the thigh. 8 left. Flying straight at his oppenent not caring for his life. His oppenent tried to doge of his flight but couldn't do it in time. Vukojevic grappled with his him as they both began to plummet. Each grappled for control and to rid themselves fo their opponent before it was too late. As they were closing Vukojevic headbutted his oponent knocking him out. Trying to unfurl himself from his unconcious opponent he threw all his body weigth behind behind the kick he threw into the bastards body. He tried to pull out of his deadly fall. Finally his wings started to work and his desent began to slow. HE then started to gain height but he felt a pain. His feet had been burned badly by the pyres and his legs had flash tanning as well. Trying to climb back to the top a berserker flew for him. As a reaction he loosed a shot which slammed into the screaming man's shoulder. His screams of rage became cries of pain. 7 left. The berserker momentarily lost his balance and began to dive. Vukojevic tipped his wing so that it slashed open the mans flank open. More crys followed the man's desent towards the flames. Climbing towards the ceiling he spotted a flier the was circling like a hawk. waiting, patiently. Deciding that he wanted this spot as it was in a good positoin. He lossed off two shots at the mystery flier. both missed but he was shooting upwards. 5 left. VUkojevic then deciding he would rather not have interuptions while he fought his opponent. He fired off the remaing boltts at the fliers below him and then threw his handbow at them. 0 left. He saw three fliers crumpled and fall. Drawing his sword he let out a war cry as he angled his approach to the mystery flier. His opponent turned to face him but it was too late. Vukojevic threw a swing at him. The flier parried it with his own sword. A midair duel ensued drawing cheers from some of the watching vampyres. After what seemed like an eternity Vukojevic landed a solid hit that knocked off his opponents helm. He instantly recognised the face it had hidden
ISAAC!?!?!?
Vuko?!?! What the feth are you doing here? Boos started to be heard now that thay had stopped fighting. feth how did you end up here??
I upset Pontiuses personall bitch. What about you?
Upset a whorey ghoul.
Doesn't seem like much,
Yea, she important friends, dumb bitch.
From somwehere above them a bell began to toll. without another word they fly back to their trainers Vukojevic's trainers caught him as he landed, his burned feet unable to support him. What the hell were you thinking you eejit? You nearly got yourself biurned to a crisp Thats all Vukojevic remebered hearing before he blacked out.
OOC: Gohsty, I have a tan and i've not left Scotland, to be precise I''ve spent half the time in the highlands.
Olivia lay on the bed, her head throbbing as she tried to sit up, she was prone, her legs apart as she gazed down at her bare skin across her stomach, and tried to focus on the fading light of the room. The Candles had almost burned down to the molten wax, and some where already flickering in the gloom. She tried to find Scarlett in the darkness, but it appeared she was alone, something twisted deep within her, and Olivia managed to raise her right hand and touch her wet neck. Lifting her hand she could see the dark ichor of her own blood oozing between her fingers.
"She didn't seal the wound." She sighed as she tried to sit up.
A pain shivered through her body, causing her to flex her hands tightly as she looked down and saw flesh roll across her belly. Her eyes opened wide with fear at the sign of what looked like fold of flesh rolling under her skin, like tentacles moving up through her body. She opened her mouth to scream, but the room was plunged into darkness as the candles extinguished, and her body wracked violently in the shadows, her limbs flailing in the darkness.
A soft sigh, like a lost breath echoed from her lips as the last twisting pain shot through her, she found herself looking up at the ceiling, the ancient decor from centuries past was as clear to her now in the darkness as much as it had been in the candle light.
"Vor ghast ult dei Morcardith." The voice whispered from somewhere in the room.
Olivia tried to focus on the voice, her mind screamed from a new pressure, a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, there was something familiar about the words.
"Vor ghast ult dei Morcardith." It repeated.
"What?" Was all she could say, all she could think to say.
"Vor... lives within your soul."
Olivia sat up suddenly, realizing it was Scarlett who had spoken the words. She was standing in the corner of the room, leaning into the darkness, Olivia had not been able to see her when the candles where lit, but now in the blackness of the room she was clearly visible. Olivia feeling groggy from the pain, managed to swing her legs off the edge of the bed, but still felt too weak to stand.
"This will pass." Scarlett said softly.
"What is happening to me?"
Scarlett smiled, Olivia was certain the corners of Elizabeths mouth cracked open to reveal needle like teeth, but it was back to normal as quickly as it had occurred. She almost felt the need to run, but something was nagging at her, something was.. she almost fell forward. As she lifted her head, Scarlett was kneeling before her, face to face, she couldn't help but gasp in alarm.
"Nero has released us, made us strong, you are our first."
Olivia felt it within, the blood, the tainted blood, then a strange warmth washed over her, and she turned her head and smiled eagerly at Scarlett.
"Our Sister..." She said with a deeper rasp to her voice than had not been there before.
"Our Lover.." grinned Scarlett.
Their eyes shared a deep red glow behind the iris, and both smiled seductively at one another, their mouths cracking open at the edges to reveal needle like teeth.
Natasha's scent was almost overwhemling in its power, dangerous and alluring, full of self assurance and outright dominance. Erzuli could sense the smell of others on the Queen as they embraced; Kerri's scent flowed all over her, along with another, much fainter scent, something male, mixed in with smells of varying soaps and herbs. 'The other Pure Blood?' the Mgral wondered, the scent was new and one she had not encountered yet in this place. As the embrace parted she kept her eyes locked with Natasha's, a question entered her head; 'just who are you, queen of wolves?' Silently, she kept her gaze steady, trying to get any hint from the Queen of motivation or personality. She smiled, though unable to gain any insight into her 'sister's' intentions.
"It is good to finally be here, sister."
Even Natasha could not hide her pleasure at the response and she seemed to fill with pride. She held Erzuli's hand and guided the 'lost' Pure Blood to stand next to her, exacting another roar of approval from the room. Erzuli kept her eyes locked wih Natasha's until the Queen broke off their shared gaze to address the room.
Time seemed to slow as the Mgral turned to look around the ballroom. The wolves in front of her, smiling, cheering, howling for her... or was it for their Queen? She took in the whole picture: the formal clothes, the grandeur of the place, the atmophere of elation far beyond that of a simple blood moon, the hookers standing tied and bound, unknowingly waiting for death like a flock of sheep...
Lava Beds, NE California - 1910
"So that is your big secret, young one."
Jack Ravenclaw chuckled and patted the girl's arm as she helped him up the rough slope, the hunter's moon giving them just enough light to see the edge of the volcanic crater in front of them. She was clearly of African decent and appeared to be barely twenty but he had known her for much longer, she hadn't aged a day in all that time. She muttered and looked at the old man, pausing for a moment.
"It took me thirty years to tell you and thats all I get?"
He started to laugh but it was broken by a fit of coughing. Putting a hand to his mouth he felt the pain in his stab at him once more and as he pulled his hand away, there was blood. His companion frowned.
"Are you sure you can make this journey?"
"This is the last one for me, Zuli."
Erzuli sighed, she had suspected as much: when she had come to visit a week ago he had been prepared already and how could she refuse the eighty year old's request to see his homeland. As they had travelled it became painfully clear he was sick and she had decided to offer him a chance at life anew, only to be met with a laugh. He gripped her arm and they started forwards again. His voice was broken with pain as he spoke.
"I suspected you were of the wolf's blood for some time. I should have told you myself I knew. My wife, was of the blood and she took our daughter away after 'gifting' her with the bite. I know the signs."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You were so young and never spoke of your heritage. You seemed, lost. so I taught you as you wanted and hoped for you to tell me."
"So we've both been waiting all this time for honesty?"
"It would seem so."
"At least let me help then you stubborn old mule." Shifting up to her lycan form, short black fur shimmering across her frame; she lifted the old maninto her arms and strode towards the edge of the crater. Veering off to the west as they got closer she headed for a large crack in the ground. Pausing at the entrance to the cave, she allowed him to light a small lantern before climbing down into the tunnel.
Erzuli shook with grief as his last breath shone in the air like a sparkling dust, only to see it fall back upon her as she uttered the ritual words he had shown her but the year before. He lay on an ancient beaded blanket, surrounded by carved bones, he had wanted to help her from beyond and had instructed her to perform the dream dance upon his corpse. Stumbling across the words she knew she had spoken something wrong as the ground rumbled below her. The tube around her glowed with the light from the lantern, illuminating the body of her closest friend and mentor, he who had shown her how to commune with ghosts and spirits. Un-clenching a clawed hand she drew the final symbols into the ground around his body and prayed for a good outcome.
A screech echoed through the cave and the rumbling intensified, a tiny bright light peeking out of the darkness far down the tube in front of her. She flinched as her furred head was hit by some kind of bird, a raven. Her heart lifted for a moment as she thought it had gone well but the bird screeched out again and hit the wall of the cave, shattering into two. The white and black ravens tore into one another and the ground shook with renewed intensity. She saw the bright light begin to move rapidly towards her, bringing with it a deep heat. Her eyes widened as recognition hit her and touching his chest gently for the briefest of moments she was forced to run for the entrance of the cave.
Lava oozed out of the crack and then receded, sealing it forever to the outside world as she watched from barely six feet away. She sat in disbelief, watching the cave in stunned silence. An ear piercing screech can from the ground and a black light erupted from the lava, breaking it apart for the briefest of seconds before sealing back over in an explosion of dust. An ebony feathered raven landed on the shocked wolf's nose and tilted its head to look right into one of her eyes. She could feel an ugly, probing presence in her mind, it felt like Jack... but it wasn't quite him.
"Gaagii" she muttered and the raven seemed to grin.
Current day...
Erzuli moved uncomfortably as she saw Jarin and Anya move aside so the room could all see her clearly. Looking around again she realised what this all felt like. Some hedonistic display of power intended to impress and disguise the lack of appriciation for the gift given by Lycaelon, the sick parody of a hunt standing like farmed animals... the corruption of spirit.
OOC... hope this is okay, been struggling with my next post and finally decided on a direction for Erzuli.
... Player Event Combat Resolution...The Warehouse....
With a ear shattering roar Key charged towards Ryan, the two massive wolfs colliding like a pair of fur covered frieght trains...claws and teeth slashing and ripping in a hurricane of unimaginable violence..
The Lighter colored Behemoth tearing into Ryan's chest but paying dearly as Ryan ripped into the snarling beats exposed under belly.
At that same instant, Key's massive twin launched himself at the three wolves nearest him, Yin's tremendous jaws splayed wide...frothing for the kill..
Dez was sent sailing in graceless flight through the air...impacting with a metal support beam and crashing to the floor as the giant wolfs claws struck him..
Andy dodging barely avoided having his entire head torn from his body as Yin's claws slashed a deep furrow into his fore head..
"Drop it!!" Vegas bellowed firing her shotgun into the belly of the great beast..causing it to stagger back slightly..
Andy and Dez attempted to sight their weapons on the maurading monster...but despite their efforts...their shoots went wild...
Yin snarled and moved in..
" Cover Yin!!" Brahg shouted from within the SUV...as he leaned from the side vehicle window and opened fire...a silver round punching through Dez's shoulder knocking him to the ground once more...
" God Damnit!! we're going to get torn apart here!!" Vegas cried before a round fired from the SUV took her in the chest..
Seeing their pack master locked in ombat with the towering Key, Lisa and Holly charged towards the battle...each she wolf tearing at the massive beast..
Howling in pain and knowing fear for the first time in a century, the giant wolf went berserk...his eyes rolling with fury as he unzipped the dark furred she wolfs stomach, exposing he dripping internals..
Lisa yelped in agony as she was violently slammed to the concrete floor...blood gushing from the ragged wound in her abdomen..
Ryan's eyes narrowed..filling with rage as he witnessed Lisa fall...he roared in fury at the giant wolf and drove his attack forward...claws flashing like the blades of some huge organic threasher..
Blood filled the air as Key was driven to the floor...his body split open in over a dozen gushing wounds...
Holly ripped into the fallen wolf's throat tearing out a great chunk of dripping meat as Key howled in agony..
Ryan lunge forward...his claws locking onto Key's gaping jaws...with a satisfied roar..the massive Grubrah ripped the fallen wolfs bottom jaw from it's body before tearing it's head lose in a spray of gore..
Yin roared in rage as he saw his brother pulled apart, he turned away from the wolves he'd intended on butchering, his sights now on Ryan..
But..before he charged, his ears caught the sound of a muffled cry near the rear of the warehouse...an infant..
A dark smile split his wolfish features as he turned and bounded towards the hiding Star...
Ryan watched the other huge wolf sprint towards his child and Star, fury rising in him...he bound after the tremendous beast...roaring his chalenge as he did.
Behind him, Lisa struggled to stand...eager to join her pack leader in battle despite her horrific injuries..
She managed to take on unsteady step forward before her head exploded as a round fired by Grell tore through her skull, splattering her still sizzling brains onto the dirty warehouse floor...
Harlow had watched everything unfold from his possistion and sighted on the giant wolf that now charged across the warehouse towards Ryan's mate and young pup...
the rifle in his hand cracked as he squeezed the trigger and sent the huge beast sprawling...howling in pain.
From inside the SUV Brahg screamed in rage..." Kill those filth Nrajah!!" he yelled firing once more at Andy and the others..as Shandi opened fire as well..
Andy, and Dez dove for cover..returning fire as they did...Andy laughing as he heard a yelp of pain come from inside the SUV..
As he rolled behind a stack of crates ,Andy turned just in time to see yet another round strike Vegas as she stumbled for cover...this one taking the woman in the throat..
Vegas turned...her eyes wide...blood frothing from her mouth as her hands gripped at her neck...a pained gurgling emiting from her mouth as the silver round destroyed her vocal chords..
with an strangled scream...Vegas toppled to the floor
Holly pealed loose a primal roar ...she had seen Lisa fall and now her sister...she trembled in a rage she had never known before and charged the parked vehicle...smashing into the side window like a thing possesed.
Her claws frantic...searching for any flesh to rend and shred..Grell howled out as he felt the flesh on his back split open...
Grell spun...his eyes locking with the snarling she wolf...
" Drive!!" Brahg shouted " Get to Yin!!"...he screamed gripping his arm where a round fired by the wolves outside had passed through..
ANother hail of gunfire from outside the vehicle sent glass flying and Shandi yelped as a silver round caught her in the upper arm...
Her eyes locked on a one eyed man and she returned fire...smiling as he grabbed his stomach and fell over screaming..
" feth them!!" Brahg yelled again " get to Yin!!"
Grell fired at the berserk she wolf trying to press her way through the shattered window...his round knocking her back onto the floor as the vehicle sped forward..
The massive wolf stood to his full hiegt..the round fired at him from the shadows had torn through his side...but still he stalked forward...the infant pure blood in his sight..
Star dove at the giant...her claws slashing...protecting her child..
With savage contempt Yin slammed the mother wolf to the ground...his massive paws scooping up the screaming infant..
From behind he heard the roar of the approaching Ryan...along with the squeel of tires and the high pitched rev of the SUV...
He lowered his head and charged for the vehicle...
Ryan leapt high in the air...smashing into the beast who dared touch his offspring...his powerful jaws closing around Yin's throat..
Star to struck the massive wolf from behind..determined to save her child,her claws ripping into the huge wolfs flesh..
Yin roared..thrashing to free himself from the grasp of the two attacking wolves...as he stumbled forward...the infant slipped from his grasp..rolling onto the filthy floor..
Star lunged forward...intent on grasping the child,,,but Yin's powerful claws tore across her back...driving her once more to the ground..
Ryan growled in rage...his trap like jaws tightening around Yin's throat...driving the giant wolf to his knees...his life blood pouring from the ragged wound.
" There...there!!..the Pure Blood!!" shouted Brahg as the SUV skidded to a halt mere yards from the two gaint wolves locked in combat...
In an instant, Shandi was leaping from the vehicle and scooping up the wailing child in her arms...
a shot echoed and she staggered as a round passed through her body..
whirling she stared at Harlow who apeared from behind his cover.." Put the child down!!" he roared raising his pistols..
A rifle barked from inside the SUV and Harlow screamed as a silver round passed through him knocking him backwards..
The she wolf charged for the SUV...leaping inside..
" Give me the child" Brahg roared.." And get us the hell out of here!!"
Ryan turned at the sound of screeching tires...dropping Yin's dead body to the ground..he roared as scensed his offspring inside the fleeing vehicle and charged for the SUV..Star close behind..
" Stop them!!" Brahg shouted as Holly to rushed lopping towards the vehicle..
shots rang out and both Hilly and Star stumbled as rounds struck them..
" Go GO!!" Brahg continued to scream as the SUV neared the smashed doorways..
Andy and Dez fired at the vehicle..attempting to shoot out the tires...but their rounds mearly struck the tarmac around the SUV..
Grell fired a shot...taking Andy off his feet a bloody hole appearing in his side..
With a final roar Ryan launched himself into the air...his bulk crashing onto the vehicles hood..
his powerful fist smashing through the front windshield and grasping inside...
" Hit the brakes!!" Brahg screamed..
The Vehicle locked up and sent Ryan...with Grell clasped in his claws...flying from the SUV hood..
" GO..Drive!!" Brahg screamed as he watched the giant wolf rip Grell in half and charge for the SUV again..
Ryans claws ripped into the side of the vehicle...tearing away long furrows of steel as the vehicle swearved and roared away..
The huge wolf went mad...roaring into the moon lit sky...the sounds of his fury echoing across the darkened city.
Ryan-2 wounds
Dez-2 wounds
Andy-2 wounds
Harlow-1 wound
Holly-2 wounds
Star-2 wounds
Lisa-Dead
Vegas-Dead...well, dying...she took one round in her heart and the second tore her throat apart...she's not going to make it
During combat...Vegas was " hit" 3 times...I just doubled the "hits" in the throat wound...so she really took 3 wounds.
"Are you ready?" Vegas asked as she and Andy looked at the marked door in front of them.
"Ready as I'll ever be." he replied as he wiped nervous sweat off of his forehead, "I can't believe the Network took us back after everything that happened.".
"Well, this sucks, but it keeps us alive I suppose." Vegas shrugged as she opened the door. Heavy scarlet curtains hung in front of a wooden table with two chairs. The hunters approached and took their seats while the curtain pulled back to reveal a theater. Several rows were filled while most of the seats remained empty.
"Okay then." Vegas said quietly, "I guess we're not as popular here as elsewhere. I mean it looks like they only have twenty people out there."
"I know, maybe we'll get off easy this time." Andy whispered to Vegas as a hand rose from the audience, "Yeah, you. What's the question?"
"The name's Frederick, from the Hamburg chapter." the man said, "My question is for Andy. Now that you're a werewolf do you ever find yourself licking your own balls?". Mild laughter came from the crowd as Andy put his face in his palms.
"No, never have, never will." Andy said monotonely, "Now can we have some serious questions?". Another hand shot up from the audience. "Okay you ma'am.".
"My question is also for Andy." the lady said, "Oh, and my name is Marie from France. Andy, now that you're missing your right hand are you sure that you don't lick your balls?".
"Oh my god, is every single question going to be about my tongue touching my nads?" Andy said loudly, "No, I don't lick my balls for feths sake!". Another hand was in the air as Andy finished, "You, and I swear if you ask me about licking my nethers..." Andy threatened.
"Actually, my question is for Vegas." the man replied as he pointed towards her, "Name's Al, from Chicago. Vegas, have you ever witnessed Andy doing what a dog does with his own nether region?".
"I'm going to fething kill you, you son of a bastardized welk!" Andy screamed as Vegas tried to hold him back.
"Andy calm down," Vegas said as she held onto his left arm, "and the answer is yes. It was quite disturbing and something I would rather not see again." she responded as if she had been conditioned to answer. More laughing came from the crowd as Andy's face turned bright red. "You know you have to say that you did or they'll keep asking you." she whispered to an upset Andy.
"Now, can we have some serious questions now that that's out of the way?" Vegas answered.
"Yes," a woman asked, "how do you two deal with a full moon? The effects range from incredible hunger to lust, so what do you guys do to abate that?"
"Okay good question, we learned how to deal with it by living with some other wolves dealing with the same situation. For the most part we try to help each other stay in control." Vegas answered.
"How did you guys deal with the lust part?" a man asked.
"Andy's fixed." Vegas replied as Andy slid even deeper into his chair.
"Is that true Andy?" the man asked again.
"Yes." Andy admitted shyly, "Can we get beyond that though?". A few more hands sprang into the air. "You with the white shirt.".
"I was going to ask if you were colorblind, but since I'm actually wearing a blue shirt you already answered my question." the man said before sitting down.
"Andy?" a man in green asked as he stood up, "My name is Crom Wells from England, I understand that you have a human son. How do you adapt to that?".
"It wasn't easy, but its all about conditioning. I ended up going away for a month and lived near an orphanage. After going through half the orphanage I lost my taste for baby flesh, not interested in it anymore.". Andy said with a smile.
"Are you serious?" Crom asked in shock.
"Of course not." Andy said with a smile, "I only went through a quarter of the orphanage.". Another man stood up and cupped his mouth, "I guess that took balls!" he yelled.
"Oh, I am so killing the hell out of you." Andy stood up and launched himself at the man. With an audible wumph Andy tackled the man and began to choke him with one hand.
"Andy! Andy, chill the hell out!" Vegas shouted as she tried to pull him off of the man. As she began to seperate the two Andy kicked out into the man's groin, a high pitched squeal echoed out followed by high pitched yelling.
"He popped them! He popped my nads, oh god the pain!" a voice similar to that of Justin Bieber and the E string of a violin said.
"That's right, make one more joke about it, I dare you, I fething dare you, you, you fat piece of gak covered greasy noodle fether!" Andy said as Vegas pulled him away.
"I think that concludes today's questions, I will be available for book signing out front and today all books are free. Limit two per customer." Vegas said as she pulled Andy through the stage entrance door. "What the hell Andy?".
"I'm sorry, I'm just tired of all the jokes you know. And you saying that I did just, it's just embarassing you know?". Andy said ashamedly.
"Well, I'm sorry I lied about you doing that stuff." Vegas said as she put on a jacket in preparation for going out to sign books.
"I'm sorry I lied too." Andy said as rubbed the back of his neck.
"You actually licked yourself?" Vegas asked with a look of disgust on her face.
"No about the orphanage, I ate the whole thing." Andy watched as Vegas rubbed her eyes.
"Tell me you didn't just say that." Vegas said rubbing her temples with her fingers.
"I did, they tasted like skittles." Andy said plainly, "I ate them all, and it upset my stomach because they tasted too sweet. So now I don't eat babies... or skittle for that matter.".
"Wow..." Vegas said, "Okay, I'm going to go sign those books and when I'm done I'm going to rip your balls off and shove them down your throat so you can see what you taste like."
"Avocados." Andy said plainly and watched as Vegas stopped dead in her tracks.
"What?" she asked as she slowly turned around.
"I said my testicles taste li..." Andy tried to finish but Vegas had clamped her hands over his mouth.
"Lalalala." Vegas said, drowning out the muffled words from Andy, "I don't care to know, don't want to know, just please keep quiet for the rest of the signing tour.". She said as she flattened out her jacket and walked out to go sign books in the lobby. Andy sat on the floor looking at the door for awhile. He scratched his head, figuring out what he wanted to do before looking at the party spread and picking up a handful of brightly colored candies, "Well I do like M&Ms." he thought to himself only to be surprised that they were actually skittles. "Hey these are actually pretty good, oh god.".
..............
Vegas returned after thirty minutes of signing books, "Andy, we made no profit on this stop. I hope you're... Andy?" she looked around and found a note. She looked over it for a few seconds before muttering, "God damnit.".
"Dear Vegas,
Ate some skittles thinking they were M&Ms. They tasted pretty good, have to go out for some conditioning. Hopefully be back by noon tomorrow.
FITZZ wrote:Oh yes...the full moon is up...just rising.
Alright, I've been putting it off but I must ask, do you control our characters during this time or do we still? Or is there another method?
In other news...Vegas gone = Andy (and possibly Dez) angry...
Lisa and Cassy gone = Ryan Angry
Add in the fact that its a full moon and...In other words, I predict this is going to get a lot worse...
You still control you characters during full moon...they are just much more likely to frenzy if they don't eat fresh human flesh..
They are also much more ' Animalistic" in nature...so RP properly please...
As for your prediction about things getting worse...count on it.
FITZZ wrote: @ Nachos...Have you ever choked on a mouthful of spaghetti?....Well...I just did.
No, but I have spilled a plateful of spaghetti on a laptop keyboard. Not out of humor, just out of pure clumsyness.
Note to self: Add "Leaning back in chair" on list of things not to do when reading Nacho's posts...
Really should compile a complete list of "things not to do when reading a Nachos silly post" and make it a sticky...sort of like a warning label for new comers.
...Erzuli stared out over the mass of howling ,cheering wolves gathered before her and Natasha...her eyes moving over the arrogent beauty of the Wolf Queen who stared back at her smiling widely...
her eyes alight with their own adoration for the lovely Pure Blood...
" They will worship you.." Natasha said softly into Erzuli's ear, her nails gently running up the pure bloods bare arm..." And I..I shall cherish you.."
Erzuli tightened with surprise as she felt Natasha's teeth gently nip at her neck.
Erzuli stared at Natasha for a moment.." And what of the other...the other pure blood?"
Natasha sighed continuing to stroke Erzuli's arm gently ..." We can discuss him later...for the now...we shall enjoy the moment."
Erzuli noticed the way in which Natasha had said "him" refering to the other pure blood...almost as though she had tasted something foul and was spitting it out.
" My loyal packs.." Natasha said adressing the gathered wolves " You have all sworn yourselves to your Queen..now...it is my wish that you swear yourselves to my sister...to Mistress Erzuli..."
The packs roared in agreement...
Erzuli noticed Jarin, who looked both confused and amazed at Natasha's decree...she felt a bit unsure as to what exactly had just happened.
" Then with the rising Blood Moon...I decree Mistress Erzuli my heir...her voice second only to mine.." Natasha roared
Jarin's eyes widened ...locking upon ERzuli's..
" In her Honor..." Natasha said, as great curtians parted and the light of the moon shown into the ballroom "..let the feast of the Blood Moon began"
The assembled wolves roared...their frenzy barely contained...formal tuxedoes were shredded as muscle bulged and reformed...ballgowns torn away revealing lithe beautiful bodies contorting and taking on the visage of the wolf..
Erzuli gazed towards Natasha...watching as her dress fell away...her beuatifuly toned form beginning to shift and writhe...her body transforming as she decended the stairs and approached one of the bound and trembling call girls..
The Pure Blood groaned as she felt her own desires growing...watching as Natasha slowly split the chest of the thrashing woman with a delicate slash of her claws...yanking her heart free..
With a nod Natasha signaled the others to feast...the packs decended on the bound women...ripping , tearing...bathing in gore...the scent of blood filled the ballroom as the mass of wolves gorged themselves...smearing themselves and others as they fed.
Erzuli watched an Anya was overcome by the lust to feed ...watching as the young wolf ripped her gown from her body and joined in the feast...cramming claw fulls of dripping organs into her grinning maw.
Natasha had returned to ERzuli's side...the heart she'd torn from the frightened woman's body held before her...her eyes glowing as she tore a bite from it and held it out to Erzuli..
The Pure Blood felt her body tremble...her senses on fire...her urges growing more urgent with each passing second...her eyes closed as she felt her fangs begin to grow.
Okay, now for serious, dramatic posting. Maybe an attempt at drama most likely.
BIC:
Andy grabbed his side as he managed to crawl with his right forarm towards Vegas's position. He approached slowly, a bloody trail behind him as he did so. Unhappy with the progress he was making he got up and hobbled towards Vegas, breathing through clenched teeth he looked around at the surroundings and back to Vegas. She was messed up, blood surrounded her and bubbles of blood formed in her throat her eyes glanced towards a space on the ceiling. "Vegas." Andy knelt down besides her and looked into her eyes, "Vegas can you hear me? If you can, nod or blink or something.".
Vegas's eyes focused on Andy and through the pain she managed to blink, "I know you're hurt, but you can make it. I know you can." Andy grabbed one of Vegas's hands with his own and held it tightly, "Vegas, you can do this. You're going to get better and we'll get through this." he pleaded. Vegas seemed to smirk, as if she was saying "Yeah right." as she began to blink, eventually her eyes began to stay closed longer before they remained shut. "Vegas? Come on Vegas, wake up." Andy felt her grip weaken and soon her hand dropped limp. He grabbed onto her shoulder, "Wake up, don't die, get up. Please Vegas, just be sleeping, just be sleeping." he said as tears welled into his eyes.
Andy withdrew his hand from Vegas's body and balled up against a wall. He stared at the corpse and whimpered as his mind began to snap even farther. "There's no one." he began to mutter, "No one there, Vegas is no more, Miranda is no more, Wendy is gone, Sven is gone, Ace is dead. The network isn't my friend, I have no friends. I'm hurt, really hurt." he continued as he rocked back and forth. "Please don't leave me alone, please don't. I can't go alone, the hunters want to kill me. The wolves want to kill me, the vampires want to kill me. Everybody wants to kill me. All alone without a single friend.". The final words echoed in his head, he had said that before to a vampire before he gutted him. A cold shiver ran down his back at the realization.
A buzzing in Vegas's back pocket grabbed Andy's attention and he quickly crawled over to her and pulled a phone from her back pocket. The message alert was going off again, "Vegas told me to ask her first." he thought before whispering to her, "Can I listen to the message?".
"Yes." he heard a voice say that sounded like a mixture of all of the voices of the hunters he had been with. He opened the phone and punched in his password, "Andy, if you get this we've had a change of plans. The hinters here want you dead, after the full moon go to the arcade. Not the hotel, the Blitz Arcade. I'll meet you there, some lady named Sylvia says she can help. I will try to delay the extermination team, but you need to stay alive and out of trouble during the full moon.". "End of new messages, to listen to your messages press..." the phone began to say as Andy ended the call to his voicemail.
"They want to kill me, I need to be safe. For Michael I need to stay safe and go home.". Andy thought to himself as he looked around.
"What about us Andy?" the voices asked, "We want to go home too."
"We'll all go home." Andy said aloud, "But first we need to get past tonight, right Vegas?".
"That's right, get past tonight and then we'll deal with the hunters." the voices said, Vegas's was more predominant than the others.
Andy smiled as the others recuperated and looked after the van and an angry Ryan.
....Ooh, Andy goes just a bit more crazy..
Y'know...if the poor bastard actually manages to live through all of this he'll probably end up in a rubber room.
FITZZ wrote:....Ooh, Andy goes just a bit more crazy..
Y'know...if the poor bastard actually manages to live through all of this he'll probably end up in a rubber room.
Probably, but then again familiar settings and faces might help him. He's incredibly out of it, but its a full moon and he's already eaten half a guy so he should be mostly good.
FITZZ wrote:....Ooh, Andy goes just a bit more crazy..
Y'know...if the poor bastard actually manages to live through all of this he'll probably end up in a rubber room.
Probably, but then again familiar settings and faces might help him. He's incredibly out of it, but its a full moon and he's already eaten half a guy so he should be mostly good.
Yeah...he did have a snack didn't he...probably for the best...
The other wolves in the warehouse are going to have to eat soon....or they're going to start getting a bit "nutty".
OOC: Well, this is saddening, its the full moon and this is probably going to be my last post until I get back on Monday (If Harlow's still alive...) Now, lets get beastly... *cracks knuckles*
IC: He winced. The searing pain of the cursed metal burning in his side. He'd taken a solid hit through his ribs but fortunately it hadn't hit anything vital.
It had succeeded in royally pissing him off though...
His mind was literally burning with the anger, it boiled with rage and visions of slaughter. Why? What was going on? He could feel it in the air, the other wolves around him that had lived were all simply seething with animalistic wrath. He forced himself to sit up and he saw the reason why pretty clearly. Out there in the sky, the silver orb shone down on him from the horizon. The blood moon was rising, and with it the beasts...
Harlow could feel it in his blood and his muscles as he rose to his feet. He limped, holding his side, snarling, wincing. In front of him, Ryan howled at the SUV which was long gone. Andy gibbered over the dead or dying Vegas, Dez, Holly, and Star were all getting on their feet despite their wounds. Harlow could see it in their faces, the blood madness, he was sure it was in his own as well. His humanity cried out for the lost, he saw the limp bodies of Lisa and Vegas and his humanity despaired. That was what was in store for him and them all, he quailed internally, the more they fought, the more they killed, it meant nothing, the results were the same, they died, like dogs. Harlow panted and he would have fallen to his knees and started to sob if his human side was completely in control...
The city, they needed to get away from the city...
No, the bestial laughter told him...too late, it was too late...
He felt it, the beast, the wolf, it was already starting to cover his thoughts with urges...desires, he found his musings distorted, clouded. As a younger wolf, he had experienced his sanity being torn by the will of the beast but now, in his age, it was a slower process, it was more eventual than sudden. But Harlow knew what the first several moons were like and he could only imagine what Andy or Dez or even Holly or Ryan must be going through. Harlow looked around and with the last of his human thoughts, he knew that the blood would flow tonight...
They were hurt...
They were angry...
And most importantly...they were hungry...
The thrumming of Harlow's blood was beginning to come to a boil, there was nothing else for him to do but make way for the beast. He threw his things together with his bike, if he lived through tonight he would come back for it. He threw off his jacket and hat, everything under that followed, so did his boots, until he was standing there, bloody, scarred, naked from the waist up. The others around him were the same, those that were alive that is...There were six of them left...six pissed off wolves against whatever Prague wanted to throw at them tonight...tonight marked the only time he'd ever been in the presence of other wolves on the full moon...
Anyone who wasn't already in wolf form began to turn so. For Harlow, it was a truly monstrous change, he wasn't the biggest wolf, compared to many others his human frame was diminutive, scrappy, what he was on that other side was positively more powerful. Contained in those mortal bounds was one of the most savage beasts the world had known; most wolves called it a Grubrah, for Harlow he was just a beast. He staggered to the door that had been destroyed by the SUV and looked out into the open lot. He could see through bloodshot eyes and swimming vision that a small group of people had gathered on the other side of the lot, probably to investigate what the gunshots and other noises were about. A few had flashlights that probed towards the group as they exited the warehouse. Harlow began to stagger unwillingly towards the group, his mind controlled by inhuman hunger and desire, he looked at the group with black, soulless, pinprick irises. Claws burst from his fingertips as the ghastly transformation began to slowly gain momentum like an avalanche picking up speed. With each step he growled lowly, threateningly...
"May God...have mercy...on your souls..." He said almost comically to the small crowd as his clawed hand made the crucifix over his chest.
He sank to his knees...lifted his head to the moon...and let out an animal howl that petrified all who heard it...A few seconds later, after grunts and cracks of bone, snapping of tendons, bulging of muscle and an explosion of dark brown, frazzled fur, after gnashing of fangs and howls of release...a beast, no longer a man, sat crouched in front of the crowd. Several other wolves somewhere behind him...The beast sprang to its hind feet, its massive, muscled form towering over those in front of him. The beast licked its lips which pulled back to reveal rows of sharp teeth and massive canines. Its hackles raised, its ears dropped back and its face contorted in an angry snarl...
As the first of the crowd fled out of terror...the beast leapt forwards, its powerful legs launching it into their midst, its huge claws poised to tear flesh.
... Across the darkened sky, high above the city, Lilith floated along...feeling her anticipation growing as she sensed herself nearing her Lord Caine.
She paused for a brief moment...sensing something bellow...for an instant she felt Scarlet...but no...no it couldn't be..she felt a great power rise...not Scarlet...i couldn't be.
Lilith shook her head.." Perhaps I should feed" she mused...
Decending from the clouds, Lilith moved rapidly along the scarcely populated back streets...knowing sooner or later she would find what she wanted.
" Hey...pretty lady" Came a voice from behind her...Lilith smiled, her back still towards the owner of the voice...she ran her tounge over her fangs..
She turned and watched as a large man in a long coat approached her, his hair slicked back into a ponytail..a smile on his handsome face..
" I couldn't help but notice how lovely you are" he said " too lovely to be walking alone.." the man smiled.
Lilith nodded and returned the smile " So...you thought you'd come over and protect me from all the evils that stalk the night..?" she purred
" But of course" the man said with a bow " Let it never be said that chivalry is dead.."
Lilith smiled " At least not yet" she laughed lightly allowing the man to take her arm
Lilith guided the man into a small park, making small talk as they strolled past the small groupings of trees..
" So...are you in the habit of coming to the aid of ladies in need?" she asked with a smile
" Only the beautiful ones.." the man said laughing a bit.
" Ah...not so gallant after all" Lilith said, tutting in false disaproval ..
She turned and wrapped her arms around the mans neck...drawing him nearer...her mouth resting against his neck..
The mans hands moved slowly down the curve of her back...gently caressing her...then froze..
Lilith sank her fangs into the mans throat and sighed as the first draught of blood hit the back of her throat..
The man struggled weakly as she quickly drained him and let his body fall to the ground..
Lilith wiped a small drop of blood from her lips..." It seems that Chivalry is indeed dead." she smiled before once again accending into the night sky...
Later, she had finally arrived at the crooked house...a mixture of desire and fear growing inside her as she entered through the outer doors...
Inside she was led by a chittering ghoul through familar hallways....past dozens of Juli Guards bedecked in polished armor ..until she was brought into a chamber of ebony and rich red tapestry..
Lilith trembled as she beheld the figure seated upon a throne before her...the blood tears once again flowing from her eyes..
she dropped to her knees at the figures feet...shaking as though she'd been imersed in ice water..
a cry of unbridled ecstacy escaped her parted lips as she gazed into the figures eyes..." Caine...My Lord...My Love." she wept.
@ Warork...Fantastic...really good stuff..I would strongly urge both Nachos and Kais to do simular post...as I intend to have Ryan ,Star and Holly do the same....they may have just gone through a lot...but the moon is up and the beast is in control...at least until they all feed..
Dez agreed with himself, that he had been through a fething lot, and to be honest, he was getting tired. He had seen Vegas die, slowly, and painfully, and though he hated her guts, and he should be feeling good about it, he just couldn't bring himself to smile. They both had hated each other, but it was a sort of understanding between them. He looked at her body, and thought about all she had been through as well. A tear would have formed in his eye, but he could not spare any.
Dez looked around at all the faces. Some of them were mourning, others scared, and more angry. He heard Atlas speak.
Dez, you know you can just run away from all of this? You could return to the Broherhood, get reinforcements, and lead a cavalry charge against Natasha?
"No," he replied. "Not now. I can't leave these people. Not after all I have done. I owe it to Vegas."
You're actually feeling sorry for her? That doesn't sound like the Dez I know
"You don't know a lot of things about me," Dez replied sorrowfully.
He looked up at the night sky, and saw the moon, slowly becoming full.
"No," he murmured. "Somebody's got to take charge, before we all wolf out. Of course," he said, looking at Andy, the crazy bastard. "That ain't gonna be me.
He hurried towards Andy, and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him up straight. Dez had never been a good leader. Well,l at least, he wouldn't be with this bunch. The Brotherhood, on the other hand, was a different story.
"Andy! You fool, look at me!" he shouted at Andy, trying to get his attention, and was replied with a mad gaze. "Andy, dammit! You are supposed to be our leader, now, lead!" he continued, and succeeded in Andy starting to get a bit more serious. "Before this godforsaken moon comes up, and turns us all into freaking rabid animals, we need a plan of action! Now give us one, damn you!"
Dez looked up at the sky again, and felt the animal sensation, but used all the training he was ever given with the Lunar Brotherhood, to fight it as long as he could.
How long had it been since she had feasted with a pack? With this many wolves? How long since she had been able to just let her wild nature run free on a blood moon? How many decades had it been since she felt this wanted? Erzuli traced her tongue up one of the lower fangs in her mouth as they extended, only to catch it on an upper fang. Her own blood slid over her lips and down her chin. She shuddered. How long had it been since she felt this much power within her grasp? Around her she could hear the ecstatic howls of blood-lust and pleasure from more wolves than she had ever seen before: it was intoxicating, so tempting to just let go. Every part of her was burning to just let go, let go and let the experience engulf her. But the memory of an old friend would not let her go down that route; she trembled as her body fought itself. She needed something to grasp onto, some way of making her mark, showing she held power and was not just born to it, rather than just falling into the writhing mess of bodies as she so wanted to. She began to chant the incantation under her breath, the dream dance, using the dead language Jack had taught her all that time ago and the feelings of bloodlust began to merge with another sense of urgency. The urge to make this night what it should be; celebration and not just an orgy of blood. Her body ached at the thought of the latter and she felt herself shift into the half form she had perfected. Her clothes ripped, hanging from her downy furred, almost human body and she felt the heat tear through her. She chanted louder, using the words to focus her purpose. Tearing her top from her body, she stood there, half naked and started to trace her fingers over the ritual scars on her chest, letting her claws bite into her flesh and shuddering at the feel of her own blood flowing. She could feel her own excitement rising and let out a howling scream of ecstacy as she finished the first part of the chant, digging her claws into the two longest scars under her eyes: making herself tears of blood.
Opening her fiery orange, wolflike eyes she saw the heart still held tantilisingly close by the she-wolf who had proclaimed her 'sister' and second in line. Natasha was looking at her with a mixture of intrigue and impassioned pride. Breathing hard, Erzuli grasped the Queen's hand, then her arm and pulled her close. For a moment she was looking up at Natasha's Lycan form and then, as if sensing something, the Queen shifted down into a form not unlike the Mgral's and grasped her arm in return. They stood, almost in mirrored positions for a moment, faces barely a hands width apart, catching the gaze of a few wolves not utterly lost to the feast. Erzuli ripped a bite out of the heart, swallowing it in one and began her chant once more, only the words 'Lycaelon' and 'Luna' being recognisable to those unknowing of the language. Releasing the Queen's arm she dipped a finger into the blood seeping from her chest and reached over to Natasha, drawing a reversed version of her own spiral scar onto her 'sister's' right breast.
"Now..." Erzuli managed to gasp between her chant and the flames inside her that threatened to rip away her sanity. "...we are bound... together. Sister."
Natasha grinned broadly, her bloodstained teeth glinting in the moonlight: releasing Erzuli's arm and crushing the heart between their hands, she moved forward and licked the blood from the dark-skinned Pure Blood's lips. Letting out a scream of utter delight, she shifted up into her full Lycan form, Erzuli following suit, the remains of her clothing falling in shredded pieces to the floor. The scream became a powerful howl and Natasha held their entwined hands up in triumph. Despite them being a similar height the physical difference between them was quite stark: Natasha's form being an impressive mix of power and dexterity, while Erzuli's ebon-black form was built for speed, corded muscle visble behind the unusually short and dense fur and blood stained white marks where each of her scars were formed. The thinner wolf seemed to end her chant before joining in the howl for a moment and then both of them looked to each other before jointly throwing the heart into the fray before them, causing several wolves to dive for the remains.
Standing there over the room, Erzuli could feel herslef becoming close to no longer being able to hold herself back. Anya was lost in the writhing mass of the feast and Jarin... It took her a few long moments to find him but their eyes locked instantly. She growled as she felt the heat rise inside her...
OOC...
Vegas...
@warork (when you read this on monday)... best piece of describing a wolf on the full moon I've seen in any setting!
I too am unhappy about Vegas dying...even though I suppose in a way I killed her ( well...the dice did)...but y'know.." Bullets fly...people die"..It's a harsh reality ..
Ooh, and Kais...about the Lunar Brotherhood..funny thing...while you were away...most of them where killed off by a Hunter named Marilus and his band of zealous followers called the Purifiers.
"Do you smell that?" Cernunnos was sniffing around in the air as he spoke. Musater was beginning to feel a bit off, looking at the full moon rising. Longar was sitting down, drawing something into the forest floor. The faint wafting scent of fur and blood was getting stronger as more and more wolves succumbed to the effects of the Blood Moon. Longar was ready to change, wanting to become his wolf form. Musater, however, knew that he wouldn't change until the moon was at her peak.
"Smell what? I smell only fear and death." Musater replied.
"It smells like a fight." Cernunnos was walking towards his chariot while talking. Grabbing the reins, he motioned for Musater and Longar to join him. They joined him on his Golden vehicle, and sped off into the night like a bat out of hell. Moving as faster than the sound around them, Musater began to think. He wondered why this series of events has led him to this place. Everyone he loves, save Longar, is dead. He has no home, no job, and nowhere safe to hide out. He is, however, still absolutely the one of the richest men in the world. He has looted the ancient city of El Dorado. He has raided castles for two hundred years. He has been contract killing on and off for the past 600 years. The size of his fortune was so large, he has rented out an entire storage shed to keep it all in. Yet, somehow, wealth and possessions didn't matter. He hasn't used currency is a week, and he now has had the most exhilarating week of his life. Musater decided that if he ever made it out alive, he would find a way to get rid of his fortune.
But there was no time for that. The chariot was slowing down, and a building was coming into view. It was a warehouse, and a crowd was gathering around it.
"Musater. Longar. I have to drop you off here. There is business I must attend to elsewhere. However, you are here to make allies, not enemies." Cernunnos stopped the chariot a 1/2 mile from the building. "We will need them for the upcoming battle. I would advise you to give into to mild demands." He snapped the whip, and the wolves charged into the now rising moon.
"Friends. The idol of rage, war, and all things warrior like wants us to make friends. And on a Blood Moon, no less." Musater sighed. He knew Longar wouldn't be much help, as he would be one of the first to change. He would change near the end. That should give them time to get buddy buddy with the wolves. Musater sighed once more, and began to walk towards the crowd and the battlefield.
"Heh, I only have one hand to give." Andy snickered as he laughed at the words.
"He wants you to lead Andy." the voices said, "Lead him.".
"When I lead people die." Andy thought back as he looked around, "I don't want people to die. I just want to go home.".
"Then use them, they can help keep you safe until everything is over." the voices replied, "Then after the full moon meet with Joker.".
"But, the hunters are after me and if I go with them I'll be part of a large crowd that they can track." Andy answered.
"But they'll fight, strength in numbers." the voices said softly, "They'll fight the hunters who are after you.".
"But they want to help Ryan fight Natasha to get his son back." Andy thought, "They don't want to help me they want me to help them and I can't fight. I'm lucky to be in this much control because I snapped earlier and ate a guy." he continued to think as he looked towards the room that held the body.
"Use the body, his head is gone so all you need to do is leave your wallet behind to throw the hunters off course. They'll see several dead bodies and find your wallet and Vegas, they'll think that you're already dead." Wendy's voice said loudly, "Then you can take care of Michael for us, and we can be happy.". Andy snapped back to the reality of everything to see that Harlow had changed along with Ryan and that Holly was on her way to doing the same.
"Friends. The idol of rage, war, and all things warrior like wants us to make friends. And on a Blood Moon, no less." he heard the stranger say.
"Well then who the hell are you?" Andy said to the man wearing the dress shirt.
"My name is Musater, I know that there was a fight here but I am here to tell you that Cernunnos wants us to ally ourselves with you."
"Who the hell is Cernunnos?" Andy asked, "Some kind of ancient roman guy like Pontius? And what's the reason he wants us to be friends?" he managed to string along coherently.
"Cernunnos is a god, and deserves your respect." Musater remained calm, "And he wishes to put an end to the reign of Natasha.".
"This Natasha, she's some kind of boss or something. Evil comic book character kind of deal huh? Yeah we just fought some of her friends, but you'll want to talk to the big wolf. His name is Ryan, and I don't think any of them ate." Andy said as he stood still, the truck behind him was already being ransacked by Holly for the meat inside, "Yeah, they're eating our truck, they must be hungry.".
Musater stood dumbfounded at the character in front of him, he was unreasonably calm for the blood moon, "So they didn't eat, but I'm guessing you did?".
"Yeah I ate about an hour ago, some guy and some handcuffs. Wish I didn't eat the handcuffs." he said quietly. Andy's eyes began to change from the greyish tint they were back to his original dark brown eye color, "You need help with something?".
"Umm, yes, are you in charge?" Musater asked in disbelief.
"Not really, she was in charge but she died. Ryan's in charge of everyone else though. He's mean, might not like you because you smell a bit like the guys from before.".
"Where is Ryan?" Musater asked.
"He went chasing after a van, somebody stole his kid." Andy said as he removed a picture from his wallet, "Now if you excuse me I have to do something.".
Andy looked at Dez as he grabbed his head, "You need to eat something. Try eating a bit of Vegas, she's dead and won't mind.". Dez looked back at him in disgust, "Seriously, you wanted me to lead then you do as I say. There's some hunters after her and I, but if we stage this scene just rignt we might be able to get away long enough.".
"What are you going to do?" Dez shook as he asked.
"I'm going to get a body out of the back and plant my wallet on it so they think its me." Andy knelt besides a shaking Dez and patted him on the back, "Now be a good boy and eat up, just leave enough so they can recognize her and try not to eat any silver.".
Dez looked at the body and began to feel the urge to tear into her corpse, Andy was right afterall. She was dead and she wouldn't care and maybe it would throw off any hunters looking for them. Andy placed the wallet in the back pocket of the man's jumpsuit and left the room again. That way it looked like Vegas was killed first and that Andy was wounded before being dragged into a backroom and finished off. Holly had unknowingly done him a favor by breaking into the truck and eating all of the food inside, it would also look like Vegas and he were trying to stay the night in the warehouse but were attacked by other wolves. It was a good cover overall he thought. He walked back and saw that Dez had turned into a wolf and was tearing the guts from Vegas's abdomen. Andy walked up to him and knelt back down, "Okay buddy, that's enough. You don't need to eat everything, just maul her up a bit." Dez's wolf form looked into Andy's face and saw that his eyes were a dark shade of green now, "We'll get you some real food somewhere else big guy." Andy said as felt his own form change.
"Where are we going to go?" Dez asked in the wolf tongue, entrails hanging from one of his canines.
"To an arcade." Andy said before collapsing to the ground. "We're going to... to..." he tried to say as his ribs began to crack and reform into a longer cavity, his skull fractured and reformed into a wolf's visage. Andy groaned in pain as it happened, for some reason it seemed slower than before and it was undeniably more torturous than before. Luckily it finished and Andy shook off any remaining bits of pain and looked over at Dez, "We're going to Blitz Arcade, about a block or two from our original hiding spot. We'll get you something to eat and then hide in an alley or something.". Andy said for the first time in wolf tongue.
"What about the others, what about Carl?" Dez asked impatiently.
"I'm in no shape to fight, my body's shot and I don't know how long I can keep a clear head." Andy growled, "Yes, I know I'm fething insane and its weird. Like looking through windows at the scenes unfolding in front of me. But my friend Joker said he knows somebody who can help me, and maybe you too.".
"But my father." Dez whined.
"Do you think that a group of wolves who just had the collective gak kicked out of them can do anything, I don't. I'm going to the arcade, if you don't want to go then don't. I'm worthless as a wolf anyways, only one claw and I would rather have a gun filled with silver with me." Andy said as he looked towards the back. "There's roof access in the back, we can get out that way if we need to and go roof by roof.".
"Very good Andy, very good." Vegas's voice said, "But did you have to make him do that to my body?".
"Sorry Vegas, but it had to be done." Andy thought, "Now I wish you guys would just get out of my head.".
"Don't you miss me though Andy?" Wendy asked, "I thought we had something like a marriage.".
"I miss you plenty Wendy, I really do. I wish Sven didn't kill you, but it was for the best. Just let me do what I want to do please, I'll make sure our son is raised right I promise you that.".
...So...question...are the wolves from the warehouse grouping together with Cernonnus...it would seem logical if they did...as each of them has a reason to want to take on Natasha...
Dez...to get his father out
Andy...to maybe find a cure through Carl
Ryan...because Natasha has his kid
Harlow ...because Natasha used him to track the others..
...Not saying any of you have to do this, but it makes sense.
I myself am more interested in what this one lady can do to help. And the fact that Andy has two wounds and most of the wolves have two wounds, I wouldn't be willing to go out of my way against an entire mob of them. Hell I would be more inclined to join them at this point, but instead I plan to have Andy grab a snack and hide somewhere, then go home.
Then there's the other reason that I told you about in my PMs.
Well, just to let you know. Andy does plan to hide out near the arcade, and doesn't really want to get into another fight. Doesn't mean he can't be persuaded, but you'll have to persuade the voices of several people.
As a cheat sheet, the voices represent different characteristics and feelings similar to the chaos gods. 'Vegas' is the voice of doubt and anger, 'Wendy' is the voice of reason and compassion, while 'Andy' is his normal voice and is the cunning/planning one. His eyes do change color depending on which voice or lack of voice is present, green=Wendy, brown=Andy, light brown=Vegas, and grayish is the lack of voice when Andy acts calm because he is mentally checked out.
@ Kais...You'd have to go back and read the whole write up, but to sum up...
A militant arm of the Hunters ( known as the Six Fingered Hand, who excels at "Purifying tainted Hunters") managed to track the Lunar Brotherhood down.
I didn't go into great detail about the actions,merely had the Lord Purifier mention it in passing when speaking to his superior ...and I did note that a few of the Lunar Brotherhood managed to escape.
This same group of fanatical Hunters is currently looking for Andy and Vegas.
I'm a bit sad and happy at Vegas's death
Death of a good character....but silly's gonna be pisses
But not uber were-wolf witch-hunter messing with the unnaturall
Well Silly can always wait for Blood Moon III for Vegas's niece or half sister or something to appear.
Any way i just hope Andy doesn't turn into a sort of Annie Wilkes character.
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:
Any way i just hope Andy doesn't turn into a sort of Annie Wilkes character.
Nope, nothing like that. Andy's suffering from what most people would describe as multiple personality disorder. His guilt, loss, and subsequent events have made him a bit of a looney but he does have moments of clarity where he is himself. He also probably has survivor's guilt and a bit of ptsd.
..." If I may ask Lord Purifier..." Brother Albert said from behind the wheel " Where exactly are we going?"
Marilus laughed lightly " My apologizes Brother...Father Nakizy informed me of ...some concerns some of his flock have about goings on around the warehouse district...so ...we shall investigate."
" You believe this activity around the warehouses to be Bruss and the Woman?" Brother ALbert asked
" Perhaps Brother...perhaps not...but it is our duty to seek out the unclean...and if there is a chance that it may be them...then we shall see for ourselves." Replied Marilus..
" Should I contact the Hunter Joker and have him meet up with us Lord Purifier ?" Brother Carlos asked from the rear of the vehicle
Marilus frowned, he didn't care for these "renegade Hunters"...but he supposed the Network needed them..." Contact him if we find something..." Marilus said dismisively.
" Lord Purifier..." Carlos said again from the rear..
" Yes.." Marilus answered.
" I..believe we've found something.." Carlos said softly.
In the distance a small mob had gathered outside of one of the warehouses, flashlights and clubs in hand...
Marilus glanced up just in time to see a large wolf rip through the crowd...sending limbs and bodies flailing into the air..
" Is that..!!" Brother Albert had time to yell, before the SUV was struck by something that felt like a train slamming into it...
" Dear Lord ..ANother one!!" Brother James cried out as a second wolf...this one much larger than the other slammed it's massive frame into the vehicle..
" Hold...I can get a shot!!" Brother Carlos yelled trying to aim his weapon at the huge wolf...who stared back at him with a mix of rage and contempt...
" I almost...!!"...And then the SUV was sent rolling onto it's side as the giant beast casually flipped it over..sending the Hunters inside crashing about the interior cabin..
Marilus was the first to exit the wrecked vehicle...his weapons drawn...his desire to face these unholy beast boiling within..
He caught sight of four of the wolves as they bolted into the distance ...two screaming civilians being carried away with them.
" By all that is Holy!!" Marilus screamed, slaming his fist down onto the twisted SUV..." We've lost them.."
Brother Albert and the others staggered from the wreckage, they too were prepared for combat...and swore at their fleeing targets..
" Brother Carlos...arrange for another transport to be sent.." Marilus said..." Brother Albert...acompany me.."
The two men strode quickly into the warehouse...
Inside they found several dead bodies...wolves all...and the obvious signs of combat..
" Wolves fighting wolves" Brother Albert said.
" It would appear so Brother." Replied Marilus..investigating a body and another pile of remains..
Brother Albert peered over the Lord Purifiers shoulder..." The Woman...that's Sky Henderson...Vegas...one of the tainted Hunters...do you suppose that" He said pointing to the remains " Is Bruss?"
" Possiably" Marilus said looking through the wallet near the scraps of what had once been a body.." But I'll assume nothing.."
" Perhaps she turned on him...in the full moon...perhaps.." Brother Albert began.
" Perhaps Brother...But until I know for sure...we keep Hunting." Marilus said..
As they reentered the parking lot in front of the warehouse, Marilus noticed about a dozen citizens nursing wounds....wounds they had recieved from the wolves...he motioned for the three Brothers to ready their weapons..
Marilus walked casually up to an older man who was mopping blood from his face...
" Beasties were vicious.." The man said.." I thought sure they were going to pull me apart."
Marilus smiled and placed a friendly hand on the mans shoulder..." You fought well...be at peace" The Lord Purifier said before firing a round into the smiling mans head blowing his skull apart in a spray of gore and sizzling silver.
From behind the Lord Purifier, the three Brothers began the grim work of cleansing...pistols and shotguns roared as the wounded citizens screamed...and were silenced.
Note:...The four wolves Marilus saw running off where Ryan, Star, Holly and Harlow...they are following the same route ANdy and Dez took.
... The interior of the ballroom now resembled a slaughterhouse , the polished floors were now slick with blood and gore, and the walls dripped with remains of human innards..
Everywhere the gathered wolves crouched, gorging themselves on chunks of human flesh or dripping organs, the occasional howl of bloodlust filling the structure...
Natasha crouched near Erzuli, savoring yet another heart as she shared the organ with Kerri who lay content at her feet, she sensually stroked the inside of Erzuli's thigh with her free hand..noticing the way the Pure Blood stared Hungrily towards Jarin.
The huge wolf had kept his distance, sqauted down gnawing on an arm, but the lustful gazes he favored Erzuli with had not gone unnoticed by Natasha either...
The Queen nesteled her muzzle into Erzuli's neck, nibbling gently..." He is yours ..if you wish it.." Natasha said in the tongue of the wolf...
Other wolves had begun to couple amongst the carnage...and the scent of their heat was intoxicating to the Pure Blood..
Erzuli rose, allowing Natasha's hand to glide down her thigh..
That was all the prompting Jarin needed, at once the huge wolf was on his feet...closing the distance between himself and the Pure Blood...his eyes aflame...his jaws parted.
His powerful arms enfolded Erzuli, his tongue lapping the blood from her lips..
Erzuli's eyes locked with the powerful males, before her claws gently tore into his back...her fangs sinking into his broad shoulders..
Together the two wolves fell to the blood slicked floor...their howls rising together...joined by the gathering of wolves.
"On it. We're only ten minutes from there." Joker said then hung up on the the other hunters.
"Who was that?" Bjorn asked
"I think he said his name was brother Carlos or something." Joker responded, " They said they found some wolves and were about to engage, if we want a piece of action we should hurry. Damn, I hope Andy and Vegas make it to the arcade. I'd hate to be stood up. Or worse, I'd hate to have to fight other hunters if they find Andy."
All the Hunter piled into the car and started to drive to the warehouse massacre.
"Did you hear that, they're shooting everyone back there!" Dez said as Andy and him raced across the rooftops, "I think the others are following us.".
"What?" Andy tripped over himself as he turned to look behind him, "You've got to be kidding me, they'll ruin everything damnit.". He regained his footing and began to look around, the arcade was a few more miles away but he needed to lose the others so they wouldn't mess with Joker's plan. "Okay, there's a river that goes through the center of the city. Should be some sort of sewer entrance around there that we can hide in.". Andy looked at Dez, he needed to eat something substantial because nibbling on Vegas sure wasn't going to be enough. "Hopefully there will be some vagrants there that you can chew on. As for the others, I don't want to be near them.".
"So what are we going to do about the other hunters, what about my dad, what about Natasha?" Dez asked while Andy prepared to take off again.
"We don't want to fight the hunters, that'll make us look even worse. As far as your dad goes and the cure he may have, I remain skeptical about him having a cure and this also applies to attacking Natasha. I don't think we can do anything, we need silver and we need to heal. My side still hurts from that fight we just had and you saw that they had silver weapons and freaking huge wolves. That Musater guy wants us to help him, but it seems like Natasha has this on lockdown so we'll get slaughtered if we go there.".
"So we're going to leave all hope for a cure behind?" Dez asked while they continued to run, turning towards the river.
"There's someone who called Joker, saying that she could help Vegas and me. Maybe she knows something, maybe she knows how to beat Natasha." Andy called back. As they ran across the rooftops they could see and smell the people of the city underneath going about on their merry ways. Leaving bars, or going home, but all enjoying life. Andy envied them, they were normal but Sylvia offered hope and it was a source that he could trust more than Dez who had turned Vegas. Even if Vegas had shot at him first, he still turned her into a wolf. The voice of Vegas inside his head had told him that Dez was trying to play him, using the chance to return to normal as a carrot to get him to do what he wanted. Dez was trying to use him she said, Dez had been tracking them in the woods and knew that he had a son. He was using that to his advantage by offering a normal life with his newborn child. He wouldn't let that happen, he was going to see his son again as a wolf or as a human again but either way he was going to see him because it was what Wendy would've wanted.
The river came into sight as the two reached the roof of a tall office building, Andy scanned the edges of the embankment for a sewer grating and managed to spot one under the bridge connecting both sides of the city. He pointed towards its general direction with the stub of his right arm, "There, we'll get in through there. In the morning we'll exit through the entrance or a manhole and head over to the arcade, Joker will take us to see Sylvia and we'll get help. Now let's go.". With that Andy rushed across the rooftops towards the water below, he looked over the lip of the last building between him and the river. It was tempting to just jump in and see what would happen, but decided against it. He began a slow climb down to the alley, hidden from the streets and at the cement edge where the natural divider began. The alley smell betrayed several vagrants digging through the trash, they turned in horror to see two wolves staring at them, one of them looked at the other and made a lowl growling noise, "Go ahead, but make it quick and hide the bodies in the dumpsters." Andy had said before Dez pounced on them. Andy watched as one tried to run, but a quick leap sent Andy towards the man and the resulting landing snapped the man's back with the force of it. Andy tore into the man's throat to silence him before tearing chunks off of his arms to quickly satisfy any urges to feed he may have. Dez had quickly polished off another and had begun tearing into the other. "Kill him and take him with us, never know if we'll need it later." Andy said before looking at the dumpsters, "We'll never get these things open, no damn thumbs..." he said to himself before a large metallic crash caught his attention. He quickly turned to see Dez on his two hind legs, opening the lid of a dumpster and tossed the remains inside.
"Its easier with two hands." Dez said as Andy tossed his own finished meal one handedly to Dez who quickly threw it in with the other. The lid clanged close as Dez took the remaining body into it maw.
"Time for a quick swim." Andy said before jumping into the water, the current was strong but he could grip onto the edge of the embankment with his claw and pull himself along instead of trying to swim. A quick glance over his shoulder and he could see Dez doing the same, they would reach the sewer entrance in a few minutes.
...Ryan and the others came to a halt several miles from the warehouse in a small forest grove near the river, he'd never lost Bruss or the other wolves scent, but for now...Ryan needed to think.
" What the feth are you doing!!" Star bellowed at the man as they transformed back into their human visage..." They have our child...they have Cas...and your chasing those two fethed up Hunters?"
Ryan spun on Star, his eyes burning with a barely subdued glow..his voice low and dangerous.." I know they have Cas...and I'm going to get him back Star...so shut your hole for a minute and let me think."
Star glared at Ryan but said nothing, watching as Harlow and Holly ripped the two unfortunate victiams they'd carried along with them to pieces...Stars own urges overtook her and she had no choice but to join them.
Ryan stalked to where the three crouched feeding, snapping one of the dead mans arms off as one might pull a wing from a roasted chicken , he tore a great hunk of meat from the dripping limb and swallowed, feeling the frenzy wich threatened abait slightly.
Star looked back up at him, speaking softly this time,but with no less acusation in her tone..." Tell me why...why are we following them.."
Ryan sighed " I want to find out what that Dez character knows..." he said
" About what..?" Star said ,her tone rising.." ABout the mansion?...I can tell you anything you want to know...right down to the time the guards change"
" About Natasha...and his Father...I don't trust him Star" Ryan said..." And I don't want to charge for Natasha's strong hold when I don't know where that feth is...or what he's up to."
Star tilted her head " You think he set us up?...to exchange our child for his Father?"
Ryan nodded " The thought had crossed my mind.."
" What about Bruss" she said
" I don't give a damn one way or another about that pathetic bastard right now" Ryan said with disgust "If there's any ...cosmic justice in the world...it's paid him back ten fold for anything he did to me....killing him would be doing him a favor as far as I see it."
" So what's your plan then" Harlow said,listening from where he sat close to a visably shaken Holly..
Ryan shrugged " Find that guy Dez...rip his guts out if I have to...but I'll find out everything."the big wolf nodded " ...And that Musater clown...I want to find out what he meant by...finding allies and making friends."
" And then.." Harlow asked, afraid he knew what the answer was going to be..
Ryan stared down at the man and smiled...a cold vicious smile " Then I'm going after my child..."
...And, one more quick write up while I can keep my eyes open...
... Marilus stalked through the parking lot, insuring that all the citizens who'd been cursed by the infernal bite of the beast had now been Purified...
He had felt a slight pang of remorse at cleansing the very last one, a beautiful young woman, perhaps 20...she had barely been scratched...but Marilus knew the taint of the beast was already working it's way into her blood...and come the moons rise tomorrow night...this lovely girl would become an unspeakable horror..with an insatiable craving for the flesh of her fellows.
Marilus had offered the woman no false hope, only assured her that he was delivering her from evil and saving her immortal soul..
The woman had stared coldly at Marilus as he raised his pistol and fired a single silver round through her head...
Now he knelt quietly, offering up a prayer for the cleansed, in the background he heard Brother Albert reporting in to Chief Administrator Kraub as Marilus had instructed him to do...
............... Manhattan, New York.........................
Sylvia Novack had spent the last several hours calling in every favor she could, her division of the Network had agreed that Bruss and Henderson would be permited to live...if they could be extracted..
They would not however jepordize internal Network affairs by overriding the Six Fingered Hands orders...Prague was part of their teritory..and so if they found Bruss and Henderson first...there was nothing the Network could or would do to halt there actions.
Sylvia sighed..." Burecratic bull gak" she mutterd hanging up the phone then picking it up once more...
After another hour, she had contacted a mercinary gun runner, who did Network favors from time to time...if the price was right..he told Sylvia that he could be at the docks in Prague in the next 48 hours..
Sylvia had told the smuggler, who went by the colorful moniker " Flamingo Jim" that Bruss and Henderson may well be dead in 48 hours..
" I can maybe make it in 36" he said..." I can only push this old boat so hard...repairs cost you know.."
When Sylvia informed the man she would pay for any and all repairs needed..on top of his transport fees, Flamingo Jim cut the time to 24 hours.." Maybe a wee bit more."
Sylvia had agreed and hung up...
She then lifted the phone to call Joker to let him know what was happening..
So that makes Musater a Traitor, a Thorn, a Clown, and some horrible thing that Lukos uttered as his brain made a nice new wallpaper.
Meh, Ryan's a surely one...but he want's to nail Natasha's ass to the wall just as much as Muasater does at this point...
Thanks to your horrid choice of words, I now have an image of Natasha getting railed by Musater and Ryan. Thanks for my nightmares.
...Well...your indeed welcome, one mans nightmares are another mans...um...really disturbing werewolf porn images... ...Y'know...the more I think about it ...the more I'm beginning to think the folks who say I need help may have a valid point...
Okay, FITZZ, I understand you may want to cut down the forces in some peoples allies, but I need to know the exact details of how they did it, and how they actually found them...
... they take being secretive very seriously, I should know, I created them, so they would not be found out easily at all...
... hell, they're as hard to find as Santa Claus for crying out loud...
... so if you could just send me a PM telling me exactly how they actually managed to find the Brotherhood, that would certainly put me at ease...
... oh crap, now Ryans after Dez...
... why does everybody want to fight Dez?!
And by the way, in case anybody actually wants to know whether Dez did exchange the child for his father, he didn't...
... he is just trying to get help finding the cure, and for that he needs his father...
FITZZ wrote: @ NAchos...Sylvia is in America, trying to find a way to get Andy ( and Vegas since she doesn't know she's dead) out of Prague....
I know that, but Andy is trying to hide so that way he can meet up with Joker who will hopefully get them out of Prague and back home.
... ...As if I'm going to let anything be that easy.
Please, with barbecue on top?
BarBQ?..BarBQ you say?...well...um...no. ...C'mon Nachos, would you want to watch a film where one of the main characters hides for the last half and then runs off with no conflict or peril to stand in their way?
darksage wrote:If Andy makes it out are you going to have him be your character in the next Blood Moon?
Maybe, maybe not. He really just wants to stop doing what he's doing and take care of himself and his kid. In this RP he's got the collective gak kicked out of him twice so far, lost his wife, died, became a wolf, and is being hunted by members of every faction. His RP life has been fairly active and I think he needs a vacation.
True, with the missing hand, wolf infection, and everything else you might just want to start fresh. Given, this is all if he survives the RP which I'm not expecting any Hunter to live.
The Lizard King has an opinion on the probability concerning any ones chances of survival...
...On that note I should add that PCs who don't post are going to start dying, I'm working towards setting up the spectacular climax for this RP and I need everyone posting Rps...
Well, I have totally no idea exactly what Andy is doing, but I'll just do a short "feelings post". just to fill my part in...
RP:
When he had been dragged into the warehouse by Ryan, seeing all of the faces he had seen before, he was certain that one of them would let him live.
But he had never thought that Andy would actually let him come along, and help with what he needed to do.
Dez knew that Andy he had been through some major gak, and that he most probably didn't trust him, but that was a mutual feeling between them, and Dez knew that he wouldn't just kill him for it. Well, he didn't know that he wouldn't, that would be too trusting. But he had a feeling they were going to do this together. Andy would go and get out of there, and Dez would wish him luck, and try and find a way to tackle Natasha and get Carl back.
All of this was hopeful thinking though. It would not all go that smoothly, but, with Andy on his side, they had a big chance of getting him out of Prague.
But as he thought before, it was all hopeful thinking.
Will be keeping up with RP don't worry... want to last as long as I can before someone else decides I need to be killed. (Hunters and vamps already count... as well as anyone who may assume I'm helping Natasha... which is quite likely as I'm in her house and not chained up [...yet...] .
IC...
She stretched her hand out in front of her; the once again human fingers were covered in semi-dried blood. Though it felt good to ache the way she did, to feel sated, she could still feel the blood moon pulling at her senses. Right now it was not rage or hunger that drove her urges, it was the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong.
Erzuli glaced at Jarin behind her, he too was once again in his human form, as were some others in the room around them and his arm was still holding onto her protectively as he slept. It was an odd quiet in the ballroom, slumbering and exhausted wolves lay everywhere but the calm did nothing for the feeling of unease within her. Groaning to herself she gently, reluctantly, moved her lover's arm and stood. Stretching, she surveyed the room; the wolves were mostly lying down, draped over each other in groups of varying size, Anya was entwined with a male wolf nearby, Natasha and Kerri were laying together, whether alseep or just enraptured with each other she couldn't tell. The blood and what was left of the 'prey' was splattered everywhere. She grimaced and couldn't help but let out a short growl, cursing herself for falling into the rapture of the night. She was about to move when she felt a hand caress her inner leg and move upto her thigh. Feeling a kiss, she couldn't help but smile briefly and looked down to see Jarin getting up.
"Why the growl?" He said, kissing her shoulder and neck as he rose to full height behind her.
"This." She gestured for him to look around the room."Nothing but a hedonistic display of power. A concentration of our hunger,as if that is all that defines us. And I let myself fall into it."
"This was a celebration for you."
She turned to face him.
"Is it always like this, on a blood moon?"
"Not always this beautiful."
He kissed her and she fell into it for few moments before realising the scent of blood was still affecting her. Pushing herself from his grasp, she strode towards the main doors, pausing for a moment and indicating for him to follow. 'I have to clean up', she thought, 'then I'm going to have a look around'.
Vukojevic was reeady, more ready than he had ever been in his life. His veins now pumping with Vampyric blood. He had always needed Vampyric blood to keep his abilities and heightened physical attributes. But his trainers had seen his performances and gifted him with undeath. he felt even more alive as he felt his blood surge. Today was a good day for him to fight. Ahead of him now was the trail of earth. The final trail of mortals. By ancient rules 5 of the contenders couuld be embraced before this challenge and all unembraced contenders who survived could be embraced as well. Right now 21 contenders had survived from a starting number of over 200. thanks to his trainers backroom deals and bidding had seen him inluded in the elite 5. Now was the end time. The closing stages of this bloody drama. Now he could even gain so much recognition in the vampyric courts if he was victorious this night. Taking one last look at his trainers he felt pride now that he shared a blood connection with these people. Now he saw how long the chamber actually was. It was still amazing he could be amazed by such a mundane thing as a stone chamber. 21 Massive Glass hourglasses stood at this end of the hall
Slowly he Was lowered to the floor and one of the hourglasses was lowered ontop of him. To either side this was happening to the other contenders. He looked around and saw Isaac. He looked distant and didn't returns Vujo's friendly smile. although he knew there was holes in the upper chamber of the glass he still felt stifled and claustrophobic in the enclosed space, memories from his childhood rushing back. He could remeber his exact feelings as he lay trapped in the ventilation shaft as e hid from his scary teacher.
above more cheering and betting creatures had come to watch the spectacle of the final challenge.
From a distant place a horn began to blow. The challenge had begun. Above him at the top of the hourglass a hatch was wrenched open and sand began to fall in. 5 Minutes. 5 Minutes until he ran out of and the chamber would begin to fill like this.
Slaming against the glass he started to feel even more pressure. To his right several ghouls smashed through and began to run towrds the end. One of them dissapeared as the ground beneath his feet dissappeared. The glass infrint of himm began to crack and with an almighty crash he slammed through. Several shards cut through his skin. Most of the ghouls were free now. Looking around he saw 4 unbroken glasses including Isaacs. as he ran over he heard a Hron blowing and he saw several vents in the ceiling open and sand begin to pour through. Drawing his short sword from his side he began to slash and hack at the glass. After what seemed like an age had passed yet it couldn't of been more than a few seconds the glass smashed and isaac was set free. Stopping to pick up Isaac Vukojevic looked around and saw many ghouls and humanii ahead of him. He would have to pick up the pace.
I've helped you this time but I can't afford to again old friend.
Making sure Isaac could stand he began a cautious advance towards the end of the chamber. Seeing quite a few activated traps he began to hop between areas next to the holes in the floor. It took him several minutes and y this time the snad had reached ankle height. Not much time left.
Ahead of him three ghouls lay groaning on the ground half buried by the rising sands. Taking the buckler from his back and fixing it to his forearm he noticed darts protuding from the downed ghouls bodies. taking a sandal off he threw it down the strech of narrowed hallway. To either side several blowdarts whizzed across. Counting to three he then threw his other sandal. The darts didn't fly across. Knowing he had a small window of oppertunity he usied his sword to pull off one of the now dead ghouls sandals. He threw and saw the darts fly and he started to sprint for all he was worth. He just made it as the darts were fired once again.
Now he entered the final strech. Now his opponents were fair game and so was he. Infront of him lay two dead ghouls. each had killed the other. One had thrust a sword into his oppents chest but had missed the dagger which was lunged into his lung. Taking one of the helms and a larger shield from the corpses he turned his attention to the finish which was over 500 metres away. Ahead he saw three stone golems trying to defend an unseen line against the advancing ghouls. One Ghoul lashed out with a chainn wrapping it around it's arm only to e thrown across the hallway. He crunched into the wall with a sickening crunch. Starting to run towards the end was becoming increasingly difficult as he ahd lost sight of most of his calf. 5 Ghouls surrounded one golem and were hacking it to pieces while the three other remaining ghouls attacked another. Stooping isaac picked up three throwing axes which he hung from his belt.
Reaching the other ghouls he saw the second golem fall under a torrent of blows. The third was slightly larger and waqs trying not to fail like it's brethern. Stowing his sword he threw an axe which knocked the golem off balance. It was unceremoniusly hacked ot peices as it reeled from the axe blow.
Now the path was clear the ghouls began to charge towrds the end which was 300 metres away now. Throwing another axe he hit a ghol wielding two shortsowrds, pitching him forward into the ground. Thwoing his last he hit a goul to his right. It wasn't a kill shot but it took of the ghouls helm and took him off his feet. Running up to Another he thrust his sword through the ghouls back twisting and wrenching it free as it fell. Suddenly he was ahead of the field and nearly at the end. The sand was upto his thighs now. but the nd was in sight just 50 metres away.
Turning to face the other ghouls he tried to back away slowly at the same time. Now there was just 6 ghouls including him and Isaac. He was backing away hwen Issac barrelled inot anothe ghoul knocking them both to the floor. Grappling with his opponent isaac butted him them slid his last dagge between it's exposed ribs.
One ghoul now fired a shot at Vuko, who only raised his shield in time.
30 metres left.
Isaac had gotten up and lopped the head off the ghoul who had taken the shot at Vuko. 2 others left.
That should repay the favour Friend
20 metres left
Now Isaac broke into a sprint to try and reach the end. The other tow fell on each other desperate to win the fight. Both had been Vamyres and their duel was at break neck speeds. Their weapons bearly registering as blurs. eventually one landed a blow which made the other stumble and fall. His opponent uncerimoniously stabbed him in the chest
10 Metres left.
The other ghoul started to sprint towards the end. Isaac had now reached vukojevic and fallen in step to form a wall for the vampyre to try and get past. Without warning the Vampyre leapt inot the air and slammed into the two defenders. vukojevic's sword was knocked out of his hand but wasn't the target of the undeads fury. Isaac was desperatly trying to keep the Vampyres fangs and baldes away from himm. Grasping his sowrd Vukojevic leapt up and gutted the Vampyre allowing Isaac to get up and plunge his sword into the vampyres heart.
that was close Freind
And you assume too much old friend
Vukojevic turned and plunged his sword into Isaacs side letting him drop to the floor. Not dead, just maimed. Turning and walking up the stairs a cruel cold grin spread across his face. That fool was weak and slow. He was still infatuaited with Suzies presence and would fall behind. He was weak. Now Vukojevic could claim the all the glory for himself.
The pain in Isaac's side was unbearable. why had Vuko done that? Questions were flowing through Isaac's mind as he dragged himself towards the steps. His vision began to blur. Starting to try and focus, he wasn't going to die in this hell-hole, he wasn't going to die in this hell-hole, he wasn't going to die in this hell-hole. he eventually reached the steps and began to crawl up. He was going to die in this Hell-hole.
and meanwhile I rot in the woods...just waiting till some teens happen across my body so I can haunt them with, 'the curse of the joining late'...( couldn't resist)
ineptus astartes wrote:and meanwhile I rot in the woods...just waiting till some teens happen across my body so I can haunt them with, 'the curse of the joining late'...( couldn't resist)
...Yeah...I suppose I should eventually have Kraub...or Marilus actually discover that your dead....just been busy trying to juggle everything else that's going on.
...Maybe I cam have some kids stumble across your remains...or over them..perhaps they'll just be eaten by chipmunks
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:Due to promo change over here at work, its been a bit mad.. so being naughty and chucking a place holder for a post I'll do after I get home.
... alas poor Giles, we barely knew ye.
No worries MDS, you've posted with enough frequency to be quite safe...well...as safe as one can be in this RP.
It would help...Jokers been on the sidelines a bit lately...and ATM he's quite important to whats developing between Andy and the Purifiers..
I'd like to see more from B'jorn ( berseksteve) as well ( as he hasn't posted in some time).
I need to clear up that I don't want to come across like I'm "holding a gun" to anyone's head to "make" them post RPs, I'm just genuianly interested in seeing this RP reach it's climax and it's hard to get there if everyone isn't contributing.
Jeff looked down from his cloud-top perch in a stereotypical heaven, at the scene below. Watching his own decaying body became boring, so he headed off to the etherial tavern.
"I bet hey have more fun in hell." He grumbled.
there. now my angelic plot-armor is on. just in case someone attacks heaven/cloud/wherever.
Jeff looked down from his cloud-top perch in a stereotypical heaven, at the scene below. Watching his own decaying body became boring, so he headed off to the etherial tavern.
"I bet hey have more fun in hell." He grumbled.
there. now my angelic plot-armor is on. just in case someone attacks heaven/cloud/wherever.
(will there be a third blood moon?)
You've been taking lessons from Nachos..?
....Hmm, will there be a third Blood Moon, I'm undecided atm...but I would strongly lean towards yes...there's a lot of material/idea that have yet to be explored...so I'd say a third instalment is very likely.
ineptus astartes wrote:OK. I may attempt to join that then...if my schedule allows it.
You'll have plenty of time to decide...when/if the next Blood Moon takes place will be a while, after this one wraps I intend to take a bit of a break.
but at least people do a RP every night. I'v seen D&D games that run for years (longest being 20 years long, no signs of stopping, thats older than ME!)
but at least people do a RP every night. I'v seen D&D games that run for years (longest being 20 years long, no signs of stopping, thats older than ME!)
I don't know that any game could hold my attention for that amount of time...I sort of prefer my RPs to be like books/ films ( and I freely admit my RP experiance is very limited...this forum being the only realm in which it exist at all.) with a start/middle/climax ( possiable opening for a sequel)...
A game would have to be mighty interesting to keep me involved for over a year..
yeah. i prefer to do mid-lengh durations, but sometimes with sequels/prequels. the shortest ever to GM took me only one day, they had't opted to take a cleric and so they all died at the end of the first dungeon they came across, even when I bent a few rules in their favor. But it WAS a blue dragon.
ineptus astartes wrote:yeah. i prefer to do mid-lengh durations, but sometimes with sequels/prequels. the shortest ever to GM took me only one day, they had't opted to take a cleric and so they all died at the end of the first dungeon they came across, even when I bent a few rules in their favor. But it WAS a blue dragon.
... You have to forgive me...but I've never played...or even witnessed a game of D&D...so I don't know if a game lasting a day is good or bad.. Though, from what I can gather it must not be a good thing...since people obviously create characters and want them to live.
Ah I'll just post here, and safe.. I'm not sure I've heard of the word.
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Giles walked with a cautious determination as he approached the main chamber of the west wing of the Halls. He had warned Nero not to go with Scarlett, that they needed time to prepare, to watch her carefully after her encounter with the eye of Anubis. Nero was not concerned however, he was positive that Scarlett could be trusted, Giles was not so sure. He also feared his old friend was letting his addiction get the better of him, the slow descent into the blood of an ancient meant only the blood of other Vampires would sustain you, Giles recognized the signs. Nero was old before the time of his long activity for the Black rook. He feared the worst.
Approaching the door to the chamber he noted it was ajar, almost as if Nero had been in too much of a hurry to stop and close it, did the blood of Vampires hold such a lure over him already. Pressing his palms against the door, he knelt down and looked into the candle lit room. Although they flickered against a looming darkness, he could clearly see Nero drinking from Scarlett, who seemed lost to the embrace. Euphoric, and eager for his kiss, as Giles watched his mouth dropped as he could see flesh rolling on Neros neck. Giles could see the black blood staining his old friends throat.
"The fool." he gasped, and edged away from the door.
"Erisa knew something dark lurked within that eye" he said weakly, and then backed up. He had to alert others, he needed to make sure, turning he stood to leave.
Olivia smiled at him from the end of the corridor, he hadn't even heard her approach. She was smiling, but something was wrong with the smile, something that even forced a spark of fear in the heart of an old Kindred like Giles.
"Whats wrong, don't you like us anymore?" Said Olivia with a soft purr to her voice.
"I barely know you." Giles managed to stutter walking towards her with feigned confidence as he tried to edge towards the distant door. He pondered that Nero would be effected by whatever was effecting Olivia and Scarlett shortly, time was against him and he was much older than the auburn haired Kindred blocking his way. Activating his blood he lurched forward, and smashed into Olivia like a freight train. She flew like a rag doll, cracking off the wall, and striking a large pillar near the side corridor that led to the chamber and the eye.
Using another burst of blood his speed exploded into life and he darted at the door. A tendril grasped his arm and flung him into the opposite wall with a crack. His right knee shattering with the impact. Growling with pain, Giles used as little blood as possible to help the wound and managed to roll over and get up. As he looked back he could see Olivia staggering into the centre of the corridor a few metres away, the tendril was attached to her left wrist and was withdrawing back into her flesh.
Struggling to the centre of the corridor to face her, he watched as her left shoulder split open and a scythe like appendage grew up over her head half a metre long, her face contorted by scars and barbed teeth that where munching through her own cheek.
"What in all that's unholy!" Giles spat.
"We are powerful, you are not so, blood will fall upon all those who oppose us!" she snarled, walking towards him, the fingers on her right arm, solidifying and stretching out into a blade like piece of bone.
"You will not betray us." She said bitterly.
Giles leapt forward, drawing a sword from under his coat with a cry as he slammed it into her shoulder, the bone chipped and Olivia screamed, an echo in her voice as she staggered back. Giles span and slashed out, but the bone like blade her right arm had become deflected it, and she knocked him back with a punch from the scythe like limb, before slicing a seep gash under his arm pit with the fist blade. Almost falling back Giles grabbed the wound, and felt a sharp pain through a gush of blood, he could feel a shard of bone. Staring up at Olivia in shock, he could see the chunk missing from the blade. He grasped at it, trying to pull it out, but it morphed back into blood seeping into the wound.
"No!" He gasped in horror and stepped back, dropping his sword, the blade clattering against the stone floor.
"It is too late Giles, you will join us, the Vicissitude will make you strong."
He could feel something, like a darkness forming in the back of his mind, an echo of an ancient voice, a powerful entity from the ancient world, imprisoned within the eye by Vampires, Sorcerers and Werewolves. He could feel the bitter anger the ancient blood had for its enemies, for those that stood against it. He could see a great battle as the blood was sealed, with Kindred, Werewolves and mortals all infected by the Vicissitude. Only the unholy union had beaten them back. He sensed something was waiting, something out in the wilds, waiting for its children to be freed so they could do what needed to be done.
"Heavens forgive us, we set it free."
Giles dropped to his knees and stared up at Olivia, the smile on her face was shark like, triangular dagger like teeth broken wide in a cheerful smile, eager for his change.
"We await you Giles, we await you among the blood." Olivia said closing her eyes and opening her arms, her flesh cracking as spikes and armoured bone thickened on her outer skin.
He glanced at his sword, then at her, a bitter taste in his mouth, he ignored the voice growing in strength at the back of his mind and reached out for the sword, trying to ignore the black veins under his skin. Grasping it tightly, he looked past Olivia to see Nero standing alongside Scarlett, they where together again, forever his spat under his breath.
"Feth you all, I'd rather face my judgement."
Olivia's eyes snapped open and she screamed in anger and anguish as Giles burned all his blood to enhance his strength and slashed the sword up and out from under his chest. Falling to her knees with outstretched palms she wailed as the head partially slid off, and then all that was Giles burst into flame and ash, crumbling away with a black flame that wailed in the air for a moment.
"There will be others like him." Nero said quietly as the ash swirled up around the corridor.
"It does not matter, we will go to Cain, he holds the hearts blood that will strengthen us, and he will know what we must do."
He glanced at Scarlett and nodded, the edges of his mouth cracking under the candlelight.
OOC: Me too, an idea to leave. Although I guess that all of the factions have little civil wars in the making. The wolves against Natasha, the hunters are split between rogues and purists, and it seems like the vampires are going to have something interesting going on.
... Natasha lounged in her throne, Kerri curled around her leg, savoring the delicious after glow of indulgenge..
The Queens eyes followed Erzuli as the Pure Blood rose from her place near Jarin and exited the ball room..
For a moment Natasha sat musing, then she stood and moved with lithe grace towards the hulking wolf...
Her ice blue eyes locked with his...
" My sister seems to...enjoy your company" Natasha said with a cynical smile..." And because she does...I will allow you to be hers...if she wishes it...but...do keep in mind your place."
Jarin said nothing, his eyes locked on Natasha's .
" Our people face many perils Jarin...this is a dangerous time for us...you know this to be true...the Humans wold hunt us to extiction..and the vampires..well...they would enslave or eradicate us if they could" Natasha said.
Jarin nodded slightly..
" Only the coming of the great wolf will insure our continued existance...our dominance." Natasha smiled " And only Myself and My sister can bring this about...only we can fulfill the prophecy."
Jarin nodded again, his eyes closing...
" Love her...protect her...die for her if it is called for" The Queen said " But know...she is destined for greater things than simply being your...mate."
" I...understand my Queen" Jarin said distantly " With your premision...I should like to check on my Mistress"
Natasha chuckled lightly " Of course you would...very well...see that she is well...and I wish you both to return soon...we have much to discuss."
Jarin bowed slightly and turned,exiting the ballroom rapidly..
Natasha's eyes narrowed as she watched him go " You..my huge and fierce wolf...had best watch your step."
halonachos wrote:OOC: Me too, an idea to leave. Although I guess that all of the factions have little civil wars in the making. The wolves against Natasha, the hunters are split between rogues and purists, and it seems like the vampires are going to have something interesting going on.
...Yeah...there's little internal wars popping up all over the place.
Andy sat shivering in the sewers, Dez was across the tunnel from him as they both watched the entrance. The sound of the flowing river echoed inside along with the heavy breathing both of them were issuing. It had taken a good six minutes of dragging themselves along to reach the grate and then another two minutes of trying to smash the iron bars apart, overall it was worth it. Despite the smell of the sewer and the cold dampness it was easy to see where things where coming from and there were two easy exits they could take. They could run into the sewers or back out into the river to make an escape, in case they had to jump into the river they would follow the stream to make the escape even faster.
He looked at Dez who seemed to guard the body of the bum he had dragged along as he also eyed the entrance. It was just how they were both hunched, they both looked like gargoyles one would find on a cathedral. Andy looked down at his feet and thanked god that his robe was loose enough that he had some clothes left on him, sure it was wet but it covered him unlike Dez. He had to take the clothes off of the bum and they hung loosely over his form, the image of it made him think of the old war advertisements. The ones with a young kid standing in a uniform, the ends bunched as he stood knee high in combat boots, saluting a soldier. Those were his favorites, in his head he imagined a hunter version of the same posters. A kid holding the severed head of a vampire in amazement as an older hunter tussled his hair. The thought made him chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Dez asked, it was the first time either of them had said something in over ten minutes.
"Nothing," Andy said with a smirk, "I just realized that I was a hunter, my dad was a hunter, and so on and on Except for my great great grandmother, she was a hunter too. I'm going to end that line.".
"What do you mean by end the line?".
"My son isn't going to be a hunter." Andy said flatly, "He isn't going to go through what I did.".
"I know its tough Andy, losing a loved one and this happening to you, but its a good cause. It helps out everyone else by doing what we do."
"Yeah, but what's been done to compensate us for what we do?" Andy said pointedly, "Nothing. The network as a whole doesn't care about what you do, just what you are. I've killed two ancients and many more wolves and vampires but does that do anything for my case now, no! They used me, I can't believe it took me this long to see it, but they fething used me and now that I'm a wolf they want to throw me out.".
"So if we go fight Natasha then maybe they'll be convinced that you're on their side." Dez replied.
"No, I'm not going to fight Natasha." Andy shook his head, "I've been used by the network, I've been used by vampires, and I'll be damned if I'm used by a wolf for their own agenda. I'm going to look out for myself for once.".
"What about the hunters you said were going to help you? I'm sure that shows you that there are some hunters out there willing to take you even though you're a werewolf.".
"They're going to help me, sure. But after that I'm done, and if I have to do some sort of task for them in order for them to help me, I'm going, I'm going to lose it.".
"It's okay Andy," Wendy said in his head, "the help will be worth it."
"No it won't be worth it Wendy." Andy said aloud, "I don't want to do anything for them anymore."
"Andy, Wendy's not here." Dez cocked his head.
"You'll do it and you know why." Wendy retorted, "If you don't get help then I don't want you to be near our son.".
"I'll be near him, I'll take care of him, and I'll make sure he lives a good life." Andy yelled at the ceiling.
"No you fething won't. If you can't control yourself you're going to fething kill him you moron." Wendy yelled back, "You'll fething kill him, and then what? You'll be willing to endanger our only son, the only thing you have left of me. Do you hate me that much?"
"I don't hate you," Andy tried to reconcile, "its just that I don't want to be used anymore.".
"Andy, who are you, oh man you're talking to yourself." Dez backed away from Andy just in case he did something rash.
"You'll put your ideology before us?" Wendy said sadly, "I knew you didn't love me. The way you looked at me when you saw me at the House, if you were a werewolf I still would've loved you.".
"I still loved you Wendy, it was just a shock." Andy's eyes welled up, "I loved, still love you.".
"I love you too, but you need to do whatever that Sylvia lady says." Wendy answered calmly, "You know in your heart that you need to do it, if you ever want to make sure Michael is fine then you need to do anything Sylvia wants for her to help you.".
"Well what about helping Dez then? Should I do that?" Andy asked.
"No." Vegas replied, "That bastard turned me and then you. I told you he knew that you had a son. Its a trick, don't do it."
"Okay, then I won't." Andy nodded before looking back at Dez, "I'm still not going to help you, Vegas said I shouldn't.".
"I could guess that, you were talking out loud." Dez said as he retook his previous position, "Are you hearing their voices?". Dez looked at Andy who just nodded.
"They're telling me what to do, they're good friends." Andy smiled as he looked out the sewer entrance, "They're really good friends, we're going to have a party when we get back to my house. I have to pick up more food, Wendy and I cleared the fridge before we left so nothing would rot in it. So much to do when we get home.".
Dez sighed as he watched Andy looking happily out of the sewer entrance, his gaze looking up towards the light polluted sky above them. He lost his clarity, it was short-lived but he had managed to do some work in that short amount of time. A plan was made, a hideout was found, and it was just a matter of waiting for the sun to rise for them to out into the streets and find Joker at the arcade before they could leave. The thought crossed his mind, Andy was for Andy and Vegas not for him. Hopefully he would be able to go along with them instead of being gunned down.
... Sylvia Novack spoke quickly to the Hunter she knew only as Joker, musing at how much confidence she was placing in a man she'd never met before...still her admittedly sporadic searches through Katz files had given he some assurance that Joker was trustworthy..
" I've managed to arrange transport out of Prague.." Sylvia said..." But the problem is...it won't be arriving until late tomorrow night...or...the following morning."
" Well...that's certainlly a wide target window" Joker said..." Would help if I had a better idea of when.."
Sylvia bit her tongue..fighting the urge to tell the faceless voice she was pulling out every trick she could just to get them this far..." I'm aware of that" she said " I'll have an exact time for you as soon as I can...for now...you have to stay focused on helping Bruss and Henderson avoid those ...fanatics in the Six Fingered Hand.."
" Yeah...that's gonna be tricky too" Joker said " Their ...head guy just called me ..prodding for info.."
" And?" Sylvia said..
" I played stupid but helpful .." Joker laughed " Figure I can send them on a few false leads ...throw them off the scent so to speak."
" Good...good" Sylvia said..." Just watch your ass...if they suspect your helping infected Hunters...they'll be after you as well."
" I'll be careful" Joker said " Just get back with me ASAP about that ride out of here.."
" I will" Sylvia said Before hanging up...
The woman leaned back in her chair and ran her fingers through her hair closing her eyes and leting out a long sigh.
" Lord..if your taking request today" she said " Please look out for them.."
She stood and walked across her hotel room and poured herself a drink...glancing up at the ceiling .
" And..if it wouldn't be asking to much." she said " Keep an eye out for me too."
yeah. luckly it was just a demo game to get a friend interested. but yeah. one game an take years. but that's if you are doing once-weekly sessions sometimes. this is what? 6 posts a night? there is a bonus to doing it online.
Joker changed his direction to the arcade after the phone call with Sylvia.
"How long until we arrive?" Bjorn asked
"Just a couple minutes. Change of plans we're going to the arcade. We're meeting Andy and Vegas there." Joker responded
"So Joker I'm with you all the way, but why are we helping these guys?" Bishop added in "I thought your policy on turned Hunters were to kill them. From what you said haven't they caused nothing but problems since you arrived here. In fact I thought they killed Jack."
"Things have changed. Andy has gone through serous gak since he arrived here. Lost an arm, saw his wife killed, had his child taken from him."
"Sounds like a bullet to the brain would be a mercy. " Rook stated.
"Just shut up, both of you. I'm not making this gak personal I just don't want to see this man die when there are other options dammit." Silence filled the car the rest of the ride to the arcade. They all exited the vehicle and waited for them to get here.
Bjorn looked up at the sign next to the arcade door "It says no loitering" Bjorn joked
"It's a full moon, I think the police have bigger problems. " Joker replied.
Bjorn has only been a spectator for the past few hours and he knew now he was going to meet the Six-Finger Hand
“You got the plan, Bjorn?” Joked ask
Bjorn nodded and reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of ‘Now & Later’ candy “Yeah, I got it” The things were like cigarettes to him. He knew he was going to need to be have a clear mind.
Soon they came into view of the scene with the fabled Hand and Purifier but their presence was eclipses by the carnage of corpses. The people will both covered and bloody claw marks and bullet wounds.
Bjorn was ready for the corpses, the faint smell of blood managed to bother him but his focus was on the Hand members, knowing the some of this horror was their doing.
Joker looked over the Bjorn “Can you handle this one?”
“I can get this one, just keep my back and make sure you do a good job with bullshitting them.”
They all stepped from the vehicle and the walked their way to the Lord Purifier. The man had a presence of power, he acted like his was in a painting of some Great War hero, unfazed, calm and an air of majesty around him but he just rubbed off to Bjorn as self righteous scum.
“Sir, we need to speak.” Bjorn said as he approached the man. The bodies were starting to get to Bjorn and he was now putting his effort into look at Marilus.
“We were able to get a good look were the Wolves and maybe even the tainted hunter” Bjorn then named come part of town that is most likely empty by now do to the chaos.
Marilus looked Bjorn in the eyes and spoke “What is your name?”
“Bjorn, sir” He replied
“Thank you for the help, Bjorn” He said and shook his hand, as he walked out of Bjorn view and he spoke the word “fether”.
OOC: Man its good to be home...I see the story has progressed a little since I left it...
Its also good to see that Harlow's not dead yet, but, in a dramatic stroke of genius I had while on the beach, I now have a plan for when/if that happens...
Now hold on while I try to get this straight...Ryan's "group" is now somewhere in the woods...what of Musater and Longar, or Cerunnos for that matter?
Also, not clear on where exactly where Ryan and those following him are now headed...
The gunshots went off less than ten feet from Musater and Longar. Slamming their bodies into cover behind a flipped SUV, they listened to the noise of screaming and of souls going to the Great Wolf. Longar motioned for them to flip to the next car to them. They prepared to switch cover spots until the gunfire stopped for a second.
"Brother Carlos, I heard something over by the car." The man was walking towards the overturned Suburban. Musater decided enough was enough. Whoever was heading over to him was in for the experience of a lifetime. He changed behind the car. His spine cracked as it elongated, and his face become snoutlike and angular. The skin on his body was replaced by hair stained with the blood of 10 lifetimes of war. The man walked even slower, and Musater could hear the sound of the new clip slamming into the grip of the weapon. The man walked more slowly, approaching the car more cautiously. He peeked around the corner, his head sticking behind the car.
The screams were heard for miles. His head was ripped off and his spine was torn from his back. The carcass was thrown over the vehicle, and slammed into a few of the men. The weapons they were holding barked into the car, and only a few bullets made it through the entire vehicle. One nailed Musater in the shoulder, and he realized something as the silver round sizzled as it went straight through.
"LONGAR! THEY'RE HUNTERS!" Musater began to sprint from an obvious death. The weapons kept spewing molten hot death as Musater and Longar sprinted away, the added power from the Blood Moon aiding in their escape. They charged as far as they could away from the warehouse. Musater smelled a scent. A scent that smelled like fur, fear, death and murder. He followed it as Longar continued on following him. He entered the woods that he left. He would think it to amusing if the adrenaline in his system wasn't pushing him harder and harder. He followed the scent as far as he could until his body gave out. He fell limp, his energy spent. Longar picked him up by the scruff of his neck and kept on moving, smashing trees with his enormous frame.
"Does anyone hear that?" Harlow was listening to what sounded like cracking branches.
"No, I don't hear anything. You must be hearing things, Syd." Ryan was sucking the marrow out of the femur of the fresh kill.
"Oh. Well goo-" The fifteen foot long wolf hobbled into the clearing where the group was staying, snarling as he did so. He walked over to a small open area and dropped the smaller wolf onto the soft earth. The pair changed back into human form, One becoming a gruff old man, and the other a thirty something with a ripped and tattered suit on. Harlow drew his gun and pointed it at them.
"Who the feth are you?" He cocked his revolver.
"I am King Longar the Mighty-Fanged, the High Master of all of the Lycans, Master of the Hunt, Warlord of the North, Slaughterer of the Trankas. This is my last child, Musater. We need you." He put his hand up, as if to try to stop the bullet. Harlow lowered his weapon.
"Hey Ryan! Musater's here. Let’s give him a nice welcome." Harlow walked back, gun still in hand, to the camp as Longar let out a breath. He and Musater were safe. Hopefully.
@ Chowder...who's Brother Artemis?...
There are three Brothers with Lord Purifier Marilus, Brother James, Brother Carlos and Brother Albert...so it would have to have been one of those to get jobbed by Longar..
Actually...the encounter should have been an "event"...but what the hell...I'll let it slide since you handled it pretty nicely.
FITZZ wrote:Orkykins?... .Your a strange little guy Chowder...but as I've said...it's what's endearing about you.
Strange indeed, had no idea we were in that part of the relationship that included pet names...my bad Clammybuns...
...Clammybuns...dear lord..I swear one day you guys are going to get me fired, I can't just sit at work and laugh like a maniac..well at least not when I'm supposed to be doing inventory...
Chowderhead wrote:I would have thought more than four were there, but meh. I'll fix it to... Brother Carlos. He seems like a fun guy.
Nope, Just Marilus and the three Brothers, they didn't move out in a large force because they were only searching for two wolves ( Vegas and Andy) and didn't expect to run into a whole slew of Lycans.
...But yeah, Brother Carlos can check out...that's A-Ok with me.
FITZZ wrote:Orkykins?... .Your a strange little guy Chowder...but as I've said...it's what's endearing about you.
Strange indeed, had no idea we were in that part of the relationship that included pet names...my bad Clammybuns...
No problem, sugartits.
*Becomes sick and gags*
Alright, you win, we're done with that...
Also I would like to make a note that since all of the wolves have since been transformed at least once and had to speed off pretty quick, their stuff, including weapons were probably left behind, at least that's how I envisioned it...
I was also under the impression that wolves were stuck in transformed version until morning during the full moon as per traditional wolves but I also might have just made that up... -shrugs-
Not morning yet...actually just a bit past 11:00 PM..by my calculations.
Now...as far as wolves being stuck in "wolf form"...
The Full Moon ( Blood Moon) affects the feeding frenzy...during the rest of the month wolves crave human flesh...during the Blood Moon cycle...they MUST have it or will frenzy ( think of it in terms of a super addition)...however, once they injest human flesh...they regain some control and can transform back to their human form.
As far as their gear...yes, I'd say it's all back at the warehouse...
I'm going to have to do some sort of write up once I get home to iron the whole thing out as Chowder has Marilus and the Brothers shooting at Longar and Musater...and Berserksteve has them meeting with Joker and Bjorn by the Arcade...
FITZZ wrote:I'm going to have to do some sort of write up once I get home to iron the whole thing out as Chowder has Marilus and the Brothers shooting at Longar and Musater...and Berserksteve has them meeting with Joker and Bjorn by the Arcade...
Does that mean we need to halt RPs until you do that?
Chowderhead wrote:Musater had some nice head meat, but Longar... Longar hasn't had anything...
Yeah...but Longar is an ancient ...he has a lot more control than a " new pup" would have during the Blood Moon, though he'll still feel the desire to feed.
@ Warork...no, your not at the arcade...no reason you can't RP if you wish...just avoid anything concerning the Hunters.
...K, I'm out of here...Write ups when I get home...
Ok...I think I have an idea as to how to mesh evrything together concerning the interactions between the Six fingered hand,the Hunters and Chowders wolves...
I'll have it up shortly.
... LOrd Purifier Marilus glanced towards Brother Albert.." What has the Chief Administrator advised?" he said
" Administrator Kraub has ordered us to hold posisition until support arrives." Brother Albert replied " Should be no longer than twenty minutes Lord Purifier."
Marilus nodded " Fine Brother...In the meantime keep a sharp eye..there may be more of those unholy beast about.."
As the Four Purifiers began to sweep the parking lot, a car quickly aproached and parked nearby...four men exiting the vehicle..
Marilus motioned for his men to stand down as he recognized the men from the files he'd looked over..they were Hunters as well..
A tall robed man approached Marilus, the Lord Purifier instantly recognized him as a Djinn and felt loathing creep over him, he detested the perverse magic users and always had, he saw them as little better than the unholy creatures he hunted.
" Sir..we need to talk" The Djinn said addressing Marilus.." We were able to get a fix on some of the wolves that fled from here...they headed towards MillGrove...just outside the city"
Marilus eyes narrowed " Are you certian?" he asked..
The Djinn nodded.
" What is your name?" The Lord Purifier asked.
" Bjorn sir" replied the Djinn..
" Very well Bjorn" Marilus said.." We shall make our way to MillGrove briefly...and thank you."
Bjorn shook hands with the Lord Purifier and watched as he walked away..
A moment later, he and the others were back in their vehicle...heading towards the arcade...
" Do you trust them Lord Purifier?" asked Brother Albert ...
" Of course I don't" Marilus replied " They are rabble...and that Djinn...I long for the day they are outlawed amongst the Network...sorcerers..abominations in the eyes of God."
" yes Lord Purifier" Brother Albert said...
" My Lord" shouted Brother James..." More wounded!!"
The Lord Purifier advanced with Brother Albert at his side..
There, behind a garbage dumpster they found three more citizens who had been cursed by the beast...hiding to avoid the fate of their fellows..
" Why would you hide?" Marilus asked the trembling towns folk " Surely it is better to go cleansed into the arms of god than to become what you will become.."
" We came to fight against the evil!!" an elderly man cried out.." Not to become monsters ourselves!!"
" And so you shall not" Marilus said raising his pistol.." Be cleansed and enter the kingdom of heaven.."
The lot once again filled with the sounds of weapons fire and screams..
Brother Carlos turned towards a light scraping noise coming from some cars parked on the other side of the lot..
" I heard a Noise over by those cars" he said.." Perhaps it's more injured hiding.."
" I'll check it" Brother James said quickly moving off towards the vehicles..
" Be watchful Brother" Marilus called as the Purifier neared the cars...his eyes scanning in every direction..
At first Brother James saw nothing...then sudden movement caught his eye...he turned...and found himself staring into a snarling visage from hell.
A huge wolfish shadow emerged...it's talons ripping into the screaming Purifier...tearing his head from his body..
" There!!" Marilus bellowed " More of the cursed beast!!"
He and the other Purifiers opened up on the beast who'd killed their comrade...watching it roar in pain as a silver round struck home..
As the Purifiers advanced..another wolf...a giant of a beast appeared going to the aid of the smaller one..
Before Marilus could sight his weapon,,,the two wolfs were gone...speeding away into the night..
" Lord Purifier.." Brother Albert cried.." They have killed Brother James.."
Marilus nodded..." Place a blessed round through his heart...and know we shall avenge him Brother." he said grimly.
As Brother Albert set out to complete his task, Marilus saw two Hummers enter the lot...he allowed a small smile to spread over his face...Kraub had sent more Purifiers..
Now the Hunt would begin in ernest.
...Ok...I think that should mesh everything together nicely..
Bjorn,Joker and their group are at the arcade waiting on Andy and Vegas.
Ryan and the others are nearby with Longar and Musater..
...And Marilus and the Purifiers...well..we'll just have to see what hey do next.
OOC: Okay, I did a little more than the average multiple character controlling but felt it was necessary for this encounter to be more "real"
BIC: It was safe to say that Harlow was not entirely lucid, then again, he was pretty sure none of them were entirely at this point. He remembered those first few months whenever he had slaughtered people, whenever he had gotten enough control back to see what he'd done...
He was inured to it now, it simply didn't phase him like it used to. He sat with his back against a tree trunk, they were on a wooded ridge overlooking the city and could see the lights from here. Down there, people went on with their lives, blissfully unaware of the possible doom they could endure at any moment this night. Harlow just sat there and caught his breath, the remainder of two or three...or maybe more, he couldn't really tell...people lay at his feet in wide pools of blood and gore. Harlow licked the blood off his fangs and relished the taste. Were he in his normal state of mind, he'd have been grimacing during the entire ordeal but instead a simpler yet infinitely more insane viewpoint was in control of Harlow's thoughts. He sat there and looked at his bare feet and his torn and baggy trousers that were his only attire...
He watched the two she wolves go at the corpses with obvious hunger. At that moment, his own desire to be snout deep in some poor fether's guts was assuaged...but replaced by something entirely more lustful...He was familiar with the feeling and almost giggled at it. He could feel his breath quicken, his blood start to pound faster and thump in his ears with the need for satisfaction...He was just about to get up from his seat when a pang like a lightning strike stabbed into his mind and didn't go away until the desire was quelled. Harlow leaned back against the trunk and winced. It felt like there was a war going on in his mind, he knew there was and he knew that on this night, the beast gained quite a few victories but there were just some things that he couldn't allow himself to do...besides, there had only been one woman for him and she had been dead just about as long as he had...
Instead, Harlow shrugged. "Can't be bums, tastes too good for that..." He grunted.
"Can't be too important." Holly said flippantly in gallows humor through a mouth full of some organ. "They were hanging around the seedy part of the city at night..." She trailed off and whimpered slightly. Harlow could smell the grief on her, she was still mourning the loss of Lisa and of Vegas, a friend and a sister respectively. Harlow wanted to say something but kept his mouth shut; he was sure whatever he had to say tonight wouldn't help them much...
Afterwards, Ryan explained to them what their new heading was. Harlow just nodded, right now all his ambitions added up to causing the bitch queen as much grief as possible. He knew that notion was sadistic but he figured he was doing the world a favor by taking out those ambitions on someone he was sure had killed quite a few more innocents than he ever would. Harlow was about to ask what the others knew about Dez when he heard the cracking of brush in the distance, he looked in that direction and soon realized it wasn't just a few branches being shoved around, something big was uprooting entire trees and was headed right at them. It smelled strongly of wolf, very strongly. Harlow got to his feet and stood to repel this new threat with the others, his lips curling in anger as wolves often do when threatened by one of their own...
The thing eventually presented itself in front of the four, it was even more massive than Ryan which Harlow found hard to believe. When it became apparent that it wasn't going to kill them immediately, Harlow spoke.
"Who the feth are you?" He asked annoyed, his claws poised for some sort of resistance though if he could even mark the huge wolf was beyond Harlow. The great wolf spoke with a deep voice and gave them all a title that was just as huge as he was.
"Back up, King of all Lycans?" Harlow asked, before he could press on, Ryan stepped to the front, obviously riled by the two other wolf's appearance.
"Musater? The same bastard who sent the cops looking for us?" He said beginning to advance on the two. The one that called himself Longar made a move to cut Ryan off and Harlow knew this was about to get ugly.
"Wait!" A voice called from Longar's side. All eyes whipped around to where Musater stood, now recovered. "Please, allow me to explain. It is true that I once served Natasha but no longer." He began in a tone that brokered no humor or any indication that he was lying. "Longar and I have been fighting against her forces for the past few days...and we have both lost much in that struggle." He paused here as if recounting some saddening event. "Both of us no longer recognize her as anything more than a coward tyrant and we are both in the business of aiding those who agree."
"Before I agree to anything, who's your friend? I thought Natasha was the top dog." Harlow stated without any humor.
"That is a title she does not deserve in the slightest." Longar boomed. "She sits on a stolen throne and I will not allow it any longer."
"I don't give a damn about your family feud, I've got my own reasons for wanting to rip Natasha's heart out." Ryan growled.
"Does it matter?" Harlow interjected. "The reasons don't matter, the fact is that we all want to ring her neck. And you're stupider than I thought if you think that the four of us can take down a mansion full of wolves." He grunted, before Ryan could retort, Holly spoke up.
"I agree with him." She said. "We work together, kill that bitch for what she's done and get back what she's taken from all of us, everybody wins."
Ryan's glare was scathing as he considered what was being said but he finally relented. "Consider it a truce, for now." He said reluctantly. Harlow looked off into the distance where Longar had come from.
"You were sure making a racket, whats following you?" He asked.
"Before we escaped, we encountered a team of hunters, they were busy exterminating those in that crowd that had been injured by your own get away." Musater piped up. Harlow noticed his wound and turned back towards the woods.
"Hunters on the prowl? We need to get out of here, now..." He said urgently.
"We should clean this up first, if they're on their way here, the trail will be easy to follow." Holly replied
"I can take care of that." Longar said licking his lips and looking at the remains with relish. "I'm starving."
...Need to get in a "Ryan post"...I hope ghosty gets back soon, I don't want to take his character to far from where he wants him to be ( metophoricly).
...Ryan stalked over to a nearby growth of trees and hunkered down, he appeared calm on the outside, but inside the big wolf was seething...
His son had been taken from him, and though in retrospect he knew it had been best not to pursue the SUV and risk injuring Cas...he still felt a twinge of regret..
Perhaps he could have stopped the vehicle with out destroying it...perhaps he...he growled under his breath...no use second guessing himself...they had gotten away..
..and knowing what he knew...they would not harm his child...just hold him as some sort of...god in bondage.
Ryan slammed his fist into the side of a tree, causing the rest of the wolves to stare at him in both fear and concern..
Star cautiously approached the massive wolf " I'm sorry if it sounded like I was blaming you before...I know your as worried about Cas as I am." she said.
Ryan simply stared at the she-wolf and nodded, his feeling to turbulent to articulate..
Star raised a hand, perhaps to comfort Ryan...but he moved away from her and crouched by himself...
He would find his son...he would get him away from Natasha if it was the last thing he did.
FITZZ wrote:...Need to get in a "Ryan post"...I hope ghosty gets back soon, I don't want to take his character to far from where he wants him to be (metaphorically).
Did he ever tell you when he was getting back? I don't recall him saying anything.... -shrugs-
FITZZ wrote:...Need to get in a "Ryan post"...I hope ghosty gets back soon, I don't want to take his character to far from where he wants him to be (metaphorically).
Did he ever tell you when he was getting back? I don't recall him saying anything.... -shrugs-
He said it would be a week or so...so he should be returning soon.
... Brahg held the infant Pure Blood closely as Shandi steered the vehicle in and out of the late night city traffic..
" We need to get off the main roads" Brahg said " Someone...cops..are going to stop us sooner or later if they spot this thing"
" Why?" Shandi said " I doubt anyones reported our vehicle"
Brahg stared at the she wolf for a moment and then spoke..." Have you noticed that our vehicle looks as though it's been through a wood chipper?" he said with an air of contempt.
" Well...now that you mention it.." The woman said staring at the blood stained shattered windshield..
They drove on for a few miles before exiting onto a back road....soon they were alone.
Brahg looked back down at the Pure Blood ...who stared back at him intently..
" He isn't afraid" Brahg said..." Not in the least"
" Why would he be?" asked Shandi..." No harm shall befall him...he is safe with us.."
" His parents may not share your view" Brahg said quietly...
" They are of no concern" the she wolf said..." The child belongs with us...he will grow to bring about a new age...his parents should join us...not act like mindless Nrajah.."
Brahg glanced out the window, staring at the deep claw marks Ryan had left in the side of the SUV..." Yes...perhaps you can explain that to them when they show up to reclaim their offspring.."
Shandi laughed...a cold cynical sound..." That would be foolish of them...they have no chance against Natasha...no chance against our forces.."
Brahg sighed...his eyes closing.." Somehow...I doubt that will matter to them." he said.
A half hour later, the SUV pulled into the mansions cobbled driveway...
Brahg opened his eyes and stared down at the child...
The infant was still staring right at him...his eyes cold and accusing ..
The wolf shuddered...he had a bad feeling that this was going to end in blood...
Dez rested for a while, but the thoughts of Natasha and Carl were always on his mind. He had no idea what could have happened to Carl. And he had no idea what that bitch, Natasha, was doing to him. His eyes flared red at her name.
He needed to hurry up. So that he could try and get Carl back. With or without Andy.
"Andy he have got to get going. Joker's most probably waiting for us- I mean, you," Dez said to him. He knew they needed to get going. And the sewer stench was getting a little too much.
Andy simply nodded, even though it looked like he was paying no attention to him. He was definitely going crazy. That was for sure.
So they pushed on, after feeding again, and journeyed out of the sewers. Dez kept thinking about Carl, and how he would kill Natasha, so he hardly spoke. And of course, Andy kept talking to the voices in his head. Dez couldn't say anything about that. As he had Atlas. But of course, he had mastered the simple art of talking in his head. Speaking of Atlas...
"Atlas? You there?"
Hm? Yes, I am here
"How do you think I should kill Natasha?"
Do not think too far ahead, you don't even know that you will get to Natasha
"I will," Dez snapped. "Believe me I will."
In that case...
"Yes?"
Bite her head off...
Atlas remembered when he had made his big kill. Musatie, which had proved to be his last.
"Okay, we're here," Andy said, pointing across the street, to and old abandoned arcade. "Just across the street."
Andy began to walk over to it, before Atlas out his arm in front.
"Stop, we don't know its not a trap."
"Okay, it isn't a trap."
"Seriously Andy," Dez said, gritting his teeth. "I need to know. Because I don't want us walking into a trap at this sta-"
"What is it?" Andy asked curiously, noticing Dez sniffing the air.
"I can smell," Dez's eyes narrowed. "Star."
"Ryan?"
"Yes." And it doesn't seem that they're too friendly. They are closing in on us."
"How can you smell them from this far away? And what do we do?"
"Firstly, I can smell her because she is the bitch who bit me and turned me, and whop started all of this," Dez said through gritted teeth, before pointing towards the arcade. "Secondly, there is no longer a trap. Let's move."
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:FITZZ, do the purifiers know anything about Dez or Carl?
And, also I need to send you a PM...
They know what they found on file about Carl...and they Know Dez is a Hunter turned wolf who's part of the LB....but neither are a "Top Priority" for them ATM...
They would know Dez/ Carl on sight...and react accordingly...but they are not currently searching for either of them.
Also...to answer your question about where Natasha is...she's in one of her Mansions, outside of Prague..near a villiage called " Deep Woods".
Joker looked around at the old arcade thinking back to what it was like when this area was bustling with people. Pac Man sounds good right now Joker thought to himself.
"They better get here fast or things are going to turn to." Joker started but cut him self off as he saw Andy and Dez come barreling toward the arcade. Joker reached for his gun off the curb and aimed it at Dez, following his lead the other hunters did the same. "Get the feth on the floor or I'm going to put a silver round between your eyes you piece of gak." Joker yelled as they rounded on them.
"Joker calm down, he's a friend!" Andy said thinking to himself that this isn't how he expected this to turn out.
"Friend?!," He began furious of even the thought of him being anything more than an enemy, " This bastard Killed Jack and bit Vegas, he's a traitor. Or have you forgot? Where the hell is Vegas anyway? We can't wait any longer dammit.'
"Vegas," Andy started with a pause thinking back to how she was killed and how they had lost so many people in this place, "she was killed by some of Natasha's wolves. A round tore through her neck, she bled out in the warehouse and died." Joker sat himself back down on the curb trying to process all that was happening. And how they were going to make it out of this place.
"We need to move, Ryan's pack is closing in on us every second we wait here." Des stated
"The one who wants to rip your balls off?" Joker asked turning to Andy.
Andy sighed "One of many I'm afraid. Remember, you promised to help me Joker, can I still count on you?"
"I guess I don't have much choice. Let's get the hell out of here while we still can." Joker began walking toward the car but turned back briefly. "Oh and by the way," he aimed his pistol at Dez, "Don't feth with me, or I'll make you wish Vegas blew your brains out on that rooftop. We're not done with this conversation, not by a long shot."
OOC: Sorry I haven't been posting for awhile. I got real busy cleaning out a shed for someone and I'm sorting through the scrap metal I got from it. That and I'm also helping my dad work on our old house which is being rented out.
BIC:
It was a nice looking car, smooth black paint reflected the lights of the nearby streetlamps and it was a shame that Andy and Dez's wet clothes were soaking the back seat. Andy stared out the window and hummed to himself as the world went by as a blur of mixed colors.
"Can you stop that?" Dez asked, "Its starting to creep me out.".
"Shut the hell up." Andy said angrily, "This is your fault in the first place."
"Remember Andy, Suzie was the one who had me kidnapped." Wendy reminded him.
"Yeah, and if Suzie hadn't of done that then I wouldn't of been injured in the first place." Vegas added.
"Actually, its Suzie's fault for everything in the first place." Andy corrected himself, "But Vegas is still mad at you.".
"Wait, Vegas?" Joker asked and almost brought the car to a stop, "I thought you said she was dead.".
"Oh, she's dead." ANdy said, "But she tells me things, helps me out with ideas...".
"In other words he hears voices." Dez finished.
"Jesus Christ." Bjorn said from the passenger seat, "Are you sure you want to have this guy in the same car as us?".
"I'm fine," Andy protested, "it's just that I'm maybe a teensy weensy bit off of my rocker. At least that's what Wendy tells me, she says that I'll be okay though. I agree with her, I'll be okay eventually. In fact I was okay just a few minutes ago.".
"I don't trust you, but how has he been Dez, it is Dez right?" Joker asked.
"He had a plan, thought it out really well and carried it out." Dez shrugged, "But we were hiding in the sewers for awhile and then he started talking to voices in his head.".
Andy was already looking back out of the window and humming the same tune from before.
"Well at least we know what he wants." Joker shrugged.
"How is that now?" Bjorn asked in wonderment.
"He's humming a song by Guns and Roses.", Joker said before clearing his own throat, "Listen. Take me home to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty, Oh won't you please take me home." he said to the beat that Andy was humming.
"So that's enough for you to make you trust him?" Bjorn asked.
"When he was human, he made sure he accomplished his goals. If his goal is to go home, then I'm sure he won't mind us taking him there." Joker looked over at Bjorn, "And when I say he tries to accomplish his goals, I mean he gets gak done. You can ask Pontius about that, actually you can't because he's dead, but you can ask his son when he's older maybe.".
"I still can't believe he did all that for his son and wife." Bjorn shook his head.
"If Vegas were here she would tell you about what he did for her." Joker replied, "He's dedicated as hell to keeping people free from being a supernatural's hostage.".
"What are you, president of his fan club?" Bjorn asked.
"No he's not president of my fan club." Andy said sternly as he gripped the back of Bjorn's seat, "I don't know why you have an issue with me, just because I'm a wolf now doesn't change the fact that I've lead groups of hunters on successful hunts and killed things that have lived for thousands of years. I think that the only thing older than what I've killed is that Cain guy Pontius mentioned, but I look forward to the day when I can say that there is nothing older than what I've killed.". As Andy finished he let go of the seat and sat back, his stare turned softer almost instantly, "So what do we do next?".
Joker looked back at Andy as he stared out the window. It was just then that it hit him. Joker and Andy were the only hunters alive that were part of the attack on Pontius's Mansion. He would get revenge for his friends who died but first he was going to make sure Andy got to his son.
"Well the plan is we're going to find a place near the docks that looks abandoned and stay there until we get the call from Sylvia telling us rescue has arrived, then we make our way for boat and get out of here. hopefully we won't run into any guys from the six fingered hand, and if we do with some luck we might be able to take them." Joker finished.
"When are the odds ever in our favor when it comes to stuff like this." Andy replied.
"Never," Joker said bluntly, "That's why we're going to rig the odds to be in our favor. If I learned one thing working for the king all these years it was how to rig the odds."
"What do you have in mind? Bjorn asked
Joker unzipped his black duffel back and handed it to Bishop before putting his eyes back onto the road. "Holy gak, C4, Grenades, stuff for light bulb bombs, gasoline, and satchel charges. What the hell are you planning?"
"If they come near the docks, we're going to lure them into a warehouse and blow them sky house high. They won't know what hit them."
"What are we going to use to lure them into the warehouse?" Andy asked
"I've already come up with that part." Joker said with a smile turning his gaze to Dez.
He felt Glorious. Just Glorious. All his senses rejoiced. His body felt like it was floating in euphoria. He had gotten all he ever wanted since his victory. Women. Drugs. Anything. People knew his name and respected and feared it. people would do whatever he wanted them t do at the mention of his name. Now he ruled. King of Ghouls and Humanii alike, all bowed to him. They knew their place. Now he had a mission. he may be king of lesser creatures but even Kings can be ruled. His Mistress, his new mistress was all to him. Kara was his god. Screw Brutus and the Caine. And God had given him a mission. He must continue ridding himself of the old.
Juli was still angry. Despite trying to confront Caine he had hidden himself and sent only couriers to appease the masses. That had only heightened their anger but eventually they had left. Now in her private quarters with some of her personnal guards and Suzie they plotted. either Caine had to go, or they had to take Prague. Suddenly a knock on the door came.
Opening the door Suzie was greeted with a massively tall man. Covered in tatoos and wearing a black shirt and black shirt.
"I believe this is your friend"
Standing aside he revealed the collapsed form of Isaac.
Holy feth, what th hell happened?
"He was entered into the trails for displeasing a ghoul that belonged to Pontius."
Welll help me get him in here you fracking fool.
Whats happening childe? Suzie heard juli inquire from behind the muslin drape that hid her quarters from sight form the entance.
Is he alive?
"Just, now I must leave."
fething c**t, Suzie grunted as she hauled Isaac's prone form inside and closing the door.
What happened dear?
Apparently he upset some dick of a ghoul who entered him in some stupid trails.
well you are lucky he his here then. this year he was one of two to survive.
what kind of barbaric gak is these trails anyway?
ghouls and Humanii who displease the residents here must prove themsleves worthy of their existence. Anyway we ahve t get him onto a table.
several of the guards helped lift Isaac onto the coffee table in the middle of Juli's quarters. Isaac's slashed shirt was moved around, while it did it revealed the wounds inflicted by the trails. Suzie immediatly saw the wound inflicted by Vukojevic's sword. Isaac's eyes flicked open as Juli removed the wounds dressing.
OOC: thats all for just now, should have more up tommorow
The screams of terror from the hours before echoed in her head but the memories were of a sense of power, of feeling alive: knowing this new life the Mistress had shown her was beyond anything she'd hoped for. Anya sniffed contentedly, expecting the comforting smell of Erzuli nearby to fill her still wolven nose. Her eyes snapped open as the scent failed to fill her nose as strongly as she wanted. Hearing the Queen's voice from near the doors she sat up; simply pushing the male next to her away and evoking a murmur from him. Looking over, she could see Natasha watching Jarin leave but her Mistress was nowhere to be seen. Feeling the panic rise she sat there, stunned, as the Queen walked towards her. Natasha paused next to her, smiling.
"Did you enjoy the celebration, young one?"
Anya simply nodded, fighting the urge to run for the door. Running a finger down the young wolf's cheek, the Queen's grin broadened. The touch sent a shiver of fear down the girl's spine as the echoing, empty arrogance of the Queen caressed her spirit. She flinched under the touch, almost feeling the Queen's claws, despite them not being out. Her nerve broke as the pride of centuries of power touched her. Managing to stammer out a few words, Anya slipped out from Natasha's grasp before rushing after Jarin.
"The Lady... I need her..."
For a brief moment Natasha thought she saw a shimmer in the young wolf's eyes; it was enough to stop her grabbing onto Anya before she got out of reach. Pausing for a moment to watch the girl leave, her eyes narrowed once more. She returned to her throne and sat down, stroking Kerri's neck gently with her nails, deep in thought.
The water was as intensely hot as she could bear but it needed to be. The last of the blood washed from her body, Erzuli had chosen to fully cleanse herself of as much of the smell as possible. The shower room now smelt of jasmine. She sighed, pulling her fingers through her hair. Jarin had appeared roughly twenty minutes before and had stood watching her for some time. She had deliberately held herself back from pulling him in there with her but had given him a smile. It troubled her that he'd left soon after that, without returning the gesture, simply leaving streaks of his fingers in the condensation on the glass door dividing the room. Finishing by switching the water to cold to focus herself, she pulled the glass door open. Finding Anya huddled against the wall opposite wasn't exactly a surprize but the smell of blood on the girl was infuriating.
"Back to human... now!"
Anya did as she was told and Erzuli grabbed the smaller wolf by the ruff of her neck and pushed her under the cold water. The girl yelped in shock but quickly started to wash herself. The Pure Blood looked at the blood on her hands and cursed, moving over to the basin to wash it off. Hearing movement out in the main area of the apartments, Erzuli walked out to find Jarin sitting on a chair near the main door, he looked troubled. Resisting the urge to rush over, she watched him carefully for a moment, before heading to her room to dress.
"I want to look around." She said, leaving the bedroom door wide open.
"The Queen wishes to talk to you."
"She will need time to prepare. Surely there is time for a brief tour?"
The silence that met her request troubled her. This almost didn't seem like the same wolf she'd lain with earlier that night. This one had no fire. Clenching her fists, she forced herself to concentrate on clothing. Pulling a few things out of the wardrobe in front of her, she grimaced. The clothing was a lot more, sexual, than she'd wanted to find but apparently Natasha's taste was different to Jarin's. Pulling the red silk bodice, black leggings and thigh boots on, she looked in the mirror next to the bed. She rolled her eyes; Natasha at least, would be pleased with the look. Walking out to the main area, she caught sight of a wet Anya slipping into her own room before turning her attention to the huge wolf who still sat in silence on the chair before her.
"Well?"
Met with silence once more she moved over to him. When he didn't even look up at her, she knelt down and slapped him across the face. He caught her hand as she pulled it back, a quiet growl coming from his lips. She smiled.
"So, the wolf who made me his is in there!"
"You are not mine... Mistress." He let go of her hand and looked at her. "The Queen requests we return to her as soon as possible."
Erzuli sighed. "Well at least tell me one thing before we go to her then." Standing then pushing him back in the chair, she sat on his lap. "If this, difference in your attitude is, as I suspect, somehow linked to you not being the male Pure Blood. Where is he?"
The Sanguinor smiled as Lillith knelt before him, the siress prostrating herself to her creator. Cain spoke in a voice as alluring as honey mixed with adder venom, forming his words with care, not out of nervousness, but out of pride and tact. "Ah, Lillith, my daughter. Far have you travelled to eat the dust at my feet. The years have been kind, and yet, I sense great harm has been done unto you."
Lillith hissed, and spat the name out like a curse: "Scarlett. She burned me in Empire City, thus have I made it my goal to drink deep of her Vitae." At this, Cain raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? You would dare hunt one of my bloodline? Your audacity is rarely seen these days, I wonder... Do you think yourself ready to usurp me?"
Lillith cringed, clenching her teeth together in denial. "No, never you, o' king! I am as always your most faithful servant! I only humbly request this death! The ancient laws set forth by yourself eons ago demand it!"
"You would quote my own laws against me? Childe, you have quiet overstepped your bounds. And yet... You are correct. The crime she has done unto you is no lie or fallacy, and for that she must pay. However, Scarlett has always served me loyally, and the reason I place this restriction upon you: By the light of the Blood Moon, Scarlett must be dead by your hands. If you have not slain my Childe by the alloted time, then your claim to her blood is void, and you must renounce your hate against her. Do you understand?"
Lillith was silent for a moment, before parting her red lips to respond. "Yes Father, I understand."
Mordoskul wrote:The Sanguinor smiled as Lillith knelt before him, the siress prostrating herself to her creator. Cain spoke in a voice as alluring as honey mixed with adder venom, forming his words with care, not out of nervousness, but out of pride and tact. "Ah, Lillith, my daughter. Far have you travelled to eat the dust at my feet. The years have been kind, and yet, I sense great harm has been done unto you."
Lillith hissed, and spat the name out like a curse: "Scarlett. She burned me in Empire City, thus have I made it my goal to drink deep of her Vitae." At this, Cain raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? You would dare hunt one of my bloodline? Your audacity is rarely seen these days, I wonder... Do you think yourself ready to usurp me?"
Lillith cringed, clenching her teeth together in denial. "No, never you, o' king! I am as always your most faithful servant! I only humbly request this death! The ancient laws set forth by yourself eons ago demand it!"
"You would quote my own laws against me? Childe, you have quiet overstepped your bounds. And yet... You are correct. The crime she has done unto you is no lie or fallacy, and for that she must pay. However, Scarlett has always served me loyally, and the reason I place this restriction upon you: By the light of the Blood Moon, Scarlett must be dead by your hands. If you have not slain my Childe by the alloted time, then your claim to her blood is void, and you must renounce your hate against her. Do you understand?"
Lillith was silent for a moment, before parting her red lips to respond. "Yes Father, I understand."
It was a sight that harkened back to the dark days of yore. It had been centuries since such a force had been assembled, and its serried ranks filling the blackened hearts of the Kindred with pride. Standing in the foyer of the Crooked House were hundreds of Julii warriors, their spears polished and gleaming in the dark light, their breastplates and shields glittering with the bloody varnish. Opriknikki murder teams ran their huge fingers over massive butcher blades, brutal helms fastened to their skulls by strips of human leather. Masses of thralls and ghouls checked their weapons nervously, ensuring everything was perfect, lest they offend their masters. The host was assembled, and they waited for the word of one man who floated above the masses. He was Cain, the Red Kind, the Sanguinor. He had declared war on the lupine crown, his mission to return to the glory of the old days, to extinguish the flame of the children of Lycaelon to restore Vampyre kind as the rightful rulers of the mortal masses. The Crooked House shuddered as it changed position, appearing within the deep wood itself. The doors opened, and a legion of dark things that ought not exist crawled and gibbered into the night, an army of fiends intent on a single goal: The murder of Natasha of Rahl.
Father Nakizy knelt in prayer before the altar that lay beneath the church, and the judgmental gaze of those possessed of less faith than he. The elderly man had found the altar of pristine white stone buried deep within the earth, deeper even than the catacombs. No, not found. Led to. Led to by Zaphriel, the angelic messenger who came to the priest in his dreams, delivering the Almighty's instructions to him. At first, Nakizy had balked at the angel's demands, horrified and disgusted by their weight. Then Zaphriel had reminded him of how God had asked of Abraham the sacrifice of his son, gently reminding the priest that He worked in mysterious ways. That was a week ago, now Father Nakizy had run out of room in the catacombs for the 'lambs'. Not that it mattered, the Vessel was prepared, and Zaphriel would walk the mortal plane as God's proxy. The sigils had been cut, the lines painted, the sacrifices offered, only one factor was not yet in place. The Blood Moon would see the Prince walk the earth, making way for a glorious age of peace and worship. The Vessel squirmed beneath the cloth, half-formed screams of malformed agony bleeding from the blanket. "Hush, my son, you may not understand your place in God's plan, but He does..."
... Jarin was silent for a moment, his eyes turned to Erzuli...his head nodding " It..displeases me...the thought of another touching you.." the big wolf said, his voice low and filled with thought." I know I should not say such things...your destiny...your birth right is to bear the great wolf...to fulfill the prophecy..."
Erzuli 's eyes blazed " My destiny is of my choosing...it has not been written yet.." she stood and crossed the room staring out of the window, the turning back to Jarin..." Neither has yours"
Jarin was on his feet in seconds..." It is for the existance of our kind...to insure our dominance..to.."
Erzuli cut him off " You sound like Natasha...but...what is in your heart?.."
Jarin lowered his head, his body trembled...in a movement faster than the eye could follow his fist impacted on the nearby wall...plaster exploded like a small bomb causing Anya to yelp out..
" I am a creature of duty.." Jarin said, his head bowing " It's all I have known for over four hundred years..."
" Duty?..is that all I was...a mission..a service to perform?" Erzuli said her voice laced with anger.
Jarin shook his head " If only it were as simple as that.." the big wolf said " No...you are for more.."
" Don't speak to me of destiny...of prophecy" Erzuli said " speak from what burns inside you.."
" I would have you as my own" Jarin said, his eyes aflame " I would die for you...from the moment I first laid eyes on you..I knew that I.."
Erzuli stared at the huge wolf, her heart racing " you know what?" she said softly..
" I knew that I would love you." Jarin said lowly..." That I would want you at my side"
Erzuli moved towards the massive wolf, placing her hands upon his chest...her eyes turning up to his....her lips touching his.
A knocking at the door interupted the moment..
Erzuli sighed and answered the door...
" I beg your pardon Mistress" one of the Black Claw Guards said " But her majesty request your presence." The Guards eyes fell on Jarin " Yours as well Commander."
" We shall attend briefly" Jarin said , his voice tight..
The Guard shook his head " My appologize Commander...but the Queen insist you come at once...Pack Master Brahg has returned."
Jarin growled at the Guard " What do I care of that imbecile.."
The Guard took a step back " He has returned with the infant Pure Blood My Commander.."
Let's see: We have Caine (The Vampyre god) and Cernunnos (The Lycan god) going after the same person at the relative same time. Both want the same thing, but both have different goals. One wants to put the rightful heir on the throne, and the other wishes to destroy it and proclaim Vampyre as the master race. As we can assume that Caine and Cernunnos are either
A. Brothers with a bit of angst between each other, but still respect each-other's decisions.
B. Two enemies who are forced to combat each other, but respect each other as a formidable foe
C. An unstoppable object smashing into an immovable wall (To paraphrase the greatest villain in history, the Joker)
Basically, depending on how these two gods are positioned with each other, Blood Moon III Will either be like Blood Moon 1 and 2, or it could be Marvel Civil War style, or it could (Which I think it will be) be a parallel to a Nazi Germany, where the Vampyre hunt down and kill the Wolves, with Hunters siding with the Vamps, as they seem like the best ally to be with.
...when his Sister and I are watching our "creepy movies" ( as he calls them), he goes in his room and watches Power Rangers.
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*cracks knuckles*