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Post by Melody Burns on Nov 26, 2008 11:52:17 GMT -5
Melody had been walking alone the shore, something she liked to do at night when no humans were around. She let out a yawn and put her hand in the water. She tried to remember if she had loved to swim when she was human. Her human memories were all blank now, and she was kind of sad for that. She turned around and sat not that far from the waves. She then decided to lie down and look up at the sky. The stars were so beautiful, she wished she cold lie down and watch them all night, she probably could if she wanted to, but night didn't last forever unfortunately.
She sensed other people around her, probably vampires? All she knew was that they weren't human, for she could hear no heartbeat. She sat up a bit and looked around. All of a sudden she heard a noise. She turned towards the noise, wondering what if could be. She growled quietly when she saw what it was, or what they were. Werewolves. She hated werewolves, she wouldn't mind ripping some werewolves apart, but she wouldn't start a fight if necessary. She saw one vampire move where he was and closer to the fire. Melody frowned, she wasn't a fan of fire. She decided to keep her distance from the fire, and instead looked in the direction of the werewolves. She got in a crouched position, just in case they attacked first, she would be ready. She couldn't help another quiet growl out.
[melody has arrived XD]
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Post by Fae Do'Urden on Nov 28, 2008 19:05:08 GMT -5
ooc- How about to speed things up we say we're all within hearing distance of each other. Since we all have superhearing anyways.
--- bic:
It was another typical, boring night for Fae. Almost one hundred years since she was turned and after a while everything seemed the same. Though, she was out of her typical routine in that she was interacting with those of her own kind. It's not that they scared or intimidated her, but Fae wasn't prone to trusting those that could potentially be as dangerous as she was.
Regardless of that, she'd stumbled upon a group of her own and decided to indulge in a night where she wouldn't have to pretend to be something else.
It had been rather quiet for the past couple of hours, but suddenly Fae heard voices and shouting coming closer and closer. She stayed seated, not threatened in the least, in fact she was more intrigued by the possibility of a midnight snack. However, that all changed when the wind changed direction and blew into her face. Suddenly her entire body tensed and she was up in a flash, along with numerous other seated around the fire.
She sensed the wariness of a few of her fellow vampires and subtly rolled her eyes, moving to the front of the crowd to be better positioned.
Once she knew they were within hearing range, a smirk flitted across her features. "Well well, look what we have here. A couple mutts sticking their noses where they don't belong."
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Post by ` Damion Gray on Dec 1, 2008 18:45:41 GMT -5
About thirty feet away from the fire, Damion stopped, shooting up a spray of sand. His lip curled up in disgust and his face contorted with rage. "Vampire's” He hissed, passing a hand over his nose. Dang, they STUNK.
His eyes lighted first on another male, and stayed there, flicking only to confirm the figure of another female somewhere away from the fire; ready to attack, and another darker haired vampire who looked like she could tear the living daylights out of anyone in the general area. The male looked like he could possibly be the leader, so if a fight started, whatever this brown haired man said, the others would most likely follow along. He wasn't so positive though; vampires never did tend to have leaders the same way werewolves did. Werewolf pack members didn't try to hide their leader, but sometime's with vampires you could never tell.
"Opal and Vanessa, try not to get yourselves too torn up. Especially if you have the kind of father who would gladly shoot me for getting his daughter hurt." He told them out of the corner of his mouth. If this came to a fight, he knew that the two could most likely take care of themselves rather easily, but he still didn't want to get them hurt by any chance. His feet were spread shoulder length apart and his hands were curled into loose fists. If he needed to drop into werewolf form quickly, he could.
He wasn't sure if this was going to come to a fight yet, but he was pretty positive that neither side would leave on good terms. They never did, anyways.
"Hello, vampire." He growled the word 'vampire', as if it were a disgusting curse. "Hanging out on the beach tonight?" He shifted slightly in the sand, his board discarded somewhere behind him. He directed his gaze to the female who had spoken to him, and smiled at her. "Well, well, well. Seem's as if the mutts may have found some leeches, eh?"
He knew that this beach wasn't werewolf territory, nowhere was. But it wasn't vampire territory either. He wasn't sure how many vampires there were yet, but he could smell at least three. His gaze continuously flicked back to the man, though darting back to the two girls too, not liking the look in his eye. He looked like a man who had seen too much, and probably wouldn't hesitate to kill a nasty werewolf.
Two fights in one day. Damion mused quietly to himself, wondering if he would actually be able to get out of this one alive. Him and the two girls against at least them, all older and probably more experienced; it didn’t look like they were in for a very pretty fight. OOC- It's perfect. Do you want to insist on not leaving without a fight, or should I? Or you could just insult me and I'd attack you....
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Post by Opal Creek on Dec 1, 2008 19:58:39 GMT -5
Opal had been running with her all her might to reach the warmth of the fire...but then she suddenly froze. There was the nastiest smell coming from the fire. What in the world was that? She looked closer. Vampires...she had never met vampires before...well now she knew what they are like. She had heard how much the stunk, but seriously, it was getting a bit unbearable. There seemed to be three vampires...and there were three of them. Well, if it came to a fight, at least it would be even. Maybe there were more though, she couldn't tell. She started getting tense, as she noticed the looks from the vampires.
Opal then nodded to Damion and said, "Ok, will do." She wasnt much of a fighter, but she would if she had too. She would feel kind of embarrassed if she shifted in front of everyone here...and she had no other clothes. She was already drenched with water, but now if she had to shift, that would just be another point on her bad side. Oh well, it was part of being a shape-shifter. She looked at Vanessa and Damion. She knew this was a dumb thought to be thinking, but she didn't want any of them dying. She knew they wouldn't though, that was a dumb thought, but still...
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Post by Fae Do'Urden on Dec 1, 2008 22:49:33 GMT -5
ooc- howsabout she just ticks you off enough to start one? Seeing as Fae isn't one to jump in without calculating first she probably wouldn't make the first hit.
-- bic:
One thing that hadn't changed much since Fae was turned was her rather unusual knack for quick thinking. Be it her background in years of mercenary work or just a natural talent, but she had always been able to analyze situations on the fly even as they were unfolding. This one was no different. She could tell by the look of them that at least the male would be up for a fight. She wasn't quite sure about the tall blonde one, but the other looked rather timid and inexperienced.
Another reason their kind was substandard compared to vampires. Even as newborns with not much strategical ability, a vampire was stronger and smarter than any human, and probably most werewolves. The dogs, on the other hand, had to be trained by their so-called 'leaders' and not all of them even chose the route of fighting. Ever vampire knew how to fight, even if they didn't particularly like it. It was in their makeup.
She watched them closely without letting on too much interest and had to suppress a grin when the male kept glancing back to one of her male companions. Typical. Dogs usually followed a male leader, so why would they think vampires would be any different? Though, it wasn't exactly like there was a leader amongst Fae's 'companions', but she did take into account that it looks like they were underestimating. Always good.
"Oh, how sweet. Warning your little darlings to be careful are you? Not that it'll do you much good. I could tell none of you would be worth much of a fight the moment I was forced endure your foul stench."
Thinking over the others in her group, Fae figured that if at least one of her kind were decent, they'd have this dealt with easily. She'd most likely handle the guy fairly well as long as at least one female was occupied.
Letting out a sigh as if the whole situation were quite bothersome, she shrugged indifferently, a cold smirk creeping onto her usually composed features. "Oh well, I suppose we'll have to make do. My midnight snack may just have to wait."
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Post by David Tanner on Dec 1, 2008 23:49:44 GMT -5
The scent of the werewolves was overpowering as they drew closer. Tanner moved towards the other vampires instinctively. They were both females. Each was glaring daggers at the approaching werewolves. His golden eyes moved to watch the three approaching. There was one male and two females. The male kept eyeing him as if he were in charge, and a smirk played across his lips. Tanner was the peacemaker in this group of vampires, it seemed. The male werewolf would do well to keep an eye on someone other than Tanner. The two women looked ready to shred the wolves to pieces. As the harsh words were exchanged between the raven-haired vampire and the male werewolf, the woman vampire put herself at the front of the group. He purposefully stepped up next to her, as if to let her know he wasn't going to run from a fight.
They were almost face to face with the werewolves, and he could see them all more clearly now. One, looking unsure and glancing at the others of her kind, was damp with salt water. They all had a tousled look, as if they had been in the ocean, and the board carried by one of them proved this theory. Three friends, out for a surf, meeting three strangers, out for relaxation. And things were escalating quickly to a fight, for no reason other than they were in the same place at the same time. The male at the front of the werewolf group was obviously ready for a fight, as was the woman at his side.
However, Tanner could not let this go to blows without trying to stop it first. He appealed to the werewolf first, trying to be upfront. "If you're so worried about your friends, you should maybe turn yourself around and leave now." His voice was confident, his eyes the wrong color for intimidation, but still hard. Turning to the black-haired vampire, he spoke more softly, "You don't really want to start something here, do you?" His mind returned to the memories he had been thinking of earlier, of the war he'd had no business fighting. This felt just as senseless. He would stand by the vampires if he had to, but he hoped the situation would diffuse itself.
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Post by Melody Burns on Dec 2, 2008 16:59:35 GMT -5
Melody watched as the other female vampire began speaking to the male werewolf. She clenched and unclenched her fists. She just wanted some action or anything exciting to happen. She knew the werewolves wanted a fight...well one seemed a bit worried, but they seemed to want to fight, and she was willing to fight also. She then looked to the male vampire that started speaking. His eyes were golden...hmm. It seemed he didn't want to start a fight. Well, Melody guessed she would be ok without a fight, but she hadn't had any action for years. She decided to keep her mouth shut though, she wasn't good at the talking.
She looked at the three werewolves, and wondered which one she would attack if it ever came to a fight. The one farther back and soaking wet seemed like she might be an easy target, but maybe she just appeared like that. Never judge a book by it's cover... She looked at the other female shape-shifter. She could be a possibly target too. She didn't know if she wanted to attack the male though. They should probably stick with females attacking females and males attacking males. It seemed like there was an even amount. Oh well though, she shouldn't be thinking about fighting if there wasn't even going to be one.
She frowned at their smell. They smelled so much like dogs, it wasn't even funny. If she were blind, and and smelled them, she might of thought they were dogs. She knew she was probably overreacting a bit, but still, they were dogs too her no matter their smell.
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Post by ` Damion Gray on Dec 2, 2008 22:26:44 GMT -5
Damion supressed a snarl at the female's words, his eyes flashing in anger. It seemed as if he had guessed the wrong leader, the male wasn't the leader after all. “If we aren’t worth your fight, why don’t you leave?” He asked her, resisting the urge to attack her right then and there. She was pretty, in charge, intelligent, and she knew it. Her cocky attitude almost wanted to make him go back on his word about not attacking another female unless he was attacked first. But he restrained himself.
"I think it may be a bit too late for that, don't you?" He asked the brown haired guy who seemed to be trying to divert them from a fight. Damion’s gaze now flickering between all three of them; the two girls and the guy. If only he knew how old they really were, then he would know which one would probably the strongest. Vampires were dangerous as newborns, as well as after that. But just like werewolves, they had to also learn how to fight well before they could actually fight well.
Werewolves had evolved specifically to keep the vampire population under control and they were just as strong, if not maybe stronger, than most vampires. Werewolves weren’t trained by their pack leaders, they were just kept in line by them.
The male was now obviously not the leader and it looked like the girl with the big mouth might be. But then again, there was the quieter female who hadn’t said anything at all yet, but seemed perfectly willing to fight. He was confused and paranoid, not knowing which one he should watch for an attack from. Right now it seemed mostly to be the lippy female who seemed to have a rather large problem with his smell.
Not wanting to take any chances at all, Damion fell into his wolf form and stood there, a large hairy brute the shape of a wolf and the size of a large horse. He didn’t attack, but eyed them instead, his large ears swiveling as he prepared for an attack.
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Post by Fae Do'Urden on Dec 2, 2008 23:03:07 GMT -5
Fae was rather enjoying herself at this point. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that this wasn't a rather precarious position they were all in, but even so, she truly enjoyed getting a rise out of people, and it looked like she was succeeding at it.
She purposefully calmed herself down when the male vampire stepped up beside her. She did seem to be a little more aggressive tonight than usual. In most situation, Fae tended to be more of the dark horse, not hiding behind anyone else, but waiting for the opportune moment to strike when her opponents guard was down. That was how she took down her prey and enemies alike.
But there was just something about werewolves that sparked that instinctual blood lust in her. They had been created to battle vampires, and if you happened to come across a strong enough one, it could be quite dangerous. But Fae wasn't intimidated by this fact, more like enticed by it. Living as long as she had, it was hard to find true excitement like this, and this was the first werewolf encounter she'd had in a couple of years.
Fae had to stop herself from snarling at what the male vampire murmured to her. She quickly gave him a once-over, taking in his auburn colored eyes, and then she understood. She hadn't encountered many 'vegetarian' type vampires over the years, in fact there had been a significantly small number of them until the last 30 or so. However, while she held an amount of disdain for them, it wasn't for the usual reasons other normal vampires would have. She didn't care what their ethical thoughts were on the matter of their existence, all that mattered to Fae was the fact that their kind was knowingly weakening themselves. That was what was unacceptable in her mind.
"I don't think it quite matters what any of us want. I'm not about to be run off by a bunch of whelps that stupidly stumbled in on something they have no business in." She muttered with the inhuman speed her kind was so graced with. "If you're not up for a fight then why the hell are you still here?"
She could tell by his position that he would stay and fight if that was in fact what the end results were, but Fae couldn't help but let out her frustrations with him. Why even try peacemaking between two species that were practically designed to hate each other?
Focusing back on the wolves, she let one elegant eyebrow raise slightly. "I see no reason to leave. This isn't your territory and we were here first. Call me crazy but I don't feel like ruining my evening by being run off by a couple wet-behind-the-ears pups."
Suddenly the werewolves smell became overwhelming and Fae stiffened back up as she watched the male shift into his hairier, more offensive form.
It looked like a fight was going to happen whether the vegetarian wanted one or not.
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Post by Opal Creek on Dec 2, 2008 23:19:32 GMT -5
Opal looked at all the vampires. She could tell that they were talking, but she was in her own little world for a moment. She was wondering what would happen if this came to a fight...she did not want to fight at all. She looked at all the vampires, they looked experienced. She then looked at the male vampire as he said they should turn around now since she was so worried. That just about sparked her anger up. Did he not think they could defend themselves? Opal then understood that she had been thinking what would happen if they died not too long ago. He must have seen her expression, she should hide her emotions better...
She was going to say something to the vampire, but the others seemed to have taken care of the talking part so she stayed quiet. Being her normal shy self, she stayed back a little bit. She shivered as the wind blew against her wet self and clothes. She needed to move around and do something or else she was going to freeze right in the spot she was. She watched as Damion shifted. She might as well shift as well, it would keep her warmer. She quickly shifted, into her wolf form. She was a white wolf with long fur and black eyes. She had a black circle around her muzzle. She let out a happy, high, noise as she felt warmer.
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Post by David Tanner on Dec 3, 2008 18:56:23 GMT -5
The male werewolf was not backing down, and his harsh words cause David to narrow his eyes in anger. "It's never too late to stop violence from happening." His voice was soft, though. He was slowly accepting that his words meant nothing. When the woman he was standing beside implied that he should leave, he didn't bristle or get defensive as others would have. Tanner was more level-headed than most vampires. His diet helped with keeping a lot of his human personality intact, but it did also keep him weaker than the crimson-eyed vampires. "Just because I try to avoid a fight wherever possible doesn't mean I run from them." He commented smoothly, turning back to look at Melody. "You don't want to fight, now's the time to leave." Just because he and the raven-haired woman would be willing to counter the attack didn't mean they had to drag her into it if she was unwilling.
As the words got more tense between the two groups, first the male, and then one of the females shifted into their wolf forms. Immediately, he tensed up out of pure instinct. After all, they were hard-wired to be enemies. Even so, he hated the thought. He was no coward, but he really disliked confrontation without good reason. "Looks like the time for talking's over," he commented. Flexing his muscles as he clenched his fists, he leaned over slightly at the waist, preparing for a fight.
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Post by Melody Burns on Dec 3, 2008 22:48:02 GMT -5
Melody kept on listening as they were talking about not fighting and how the other female vampire wasn't going to back down to the dogs. Melody let out a growl as the dogs shifted into their true dog form. Two of them shifted at least. She then looked at the male vampire with the golden eyes as he said that she didn't have to fight. Melody knew she didn't have to fight, but she did kind of want some action. Now that she thought about it though...she was too keen on fighting around a campfire. Fire was the only thing that could kill vampires...and here they were, trying to get into a fight around one. Melody wished she would of thought about that earlier. She backed away from the fire, and towards the other vampires.
Melody then said to the male vampire, "I wish I would have known that earlier..." Melody was known to have a violent nature, and she usually never thought before she did anything. Right here, was what she got for doing so. She looked at the two shifted dogs warily, they were pretty big...she knew she could probably take one, but if she wasn't careful, she could be thrown in the fire. Melody cracked her knuckles quick and looked at the dogs, her crimson eyes glaring at them, but showing some concern. These huge dogs' purposes in life were to get rid of vampires...they were vampire shredders in dog form...
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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Dec 4, 2008 21:26:36 GMT -5
[ooc : im sorry about taking so long to post!!]
Vanessa skidded to a stop, sending up a light spray of sand. The repungnant scent of bloodsuckers had hit her hard and she clutched her stomach. What was with them? Hadn't they ever heard of body spray? But the thought just made Vanessa sneer. No amount of body spray could cover any part of that wretched smell. Her eyes flickered quickly over the three leeches. The tall brunette seemed to be the leader, even as she saw Damion shift his weight towards the male. Even from where she was, Vanessa could see the male's golden eyes, and the two females' crimson ones. From past experience with vampires, golden-eyed vampires were usually much more even tempered. It would be one of the females who would be more apt to attack, and therefore more apt to take on a leadership role. As the brunette one started speaking, Vanessa's thoughts were confirmed.
Vanessa decided to let Damion do the talking, standing to his left, not ahead or behind his shoulder but even with it. She wasn't in his pack, he wasn't her leader, she had no obligation to him. But she would let him take the lead in this. In silence, she listened to the words fly from one group to the other. Again, her thoughts were confirmed as the male leech tried to disfuse the situation. It was almost admirable, but he was a vampire, and there was nothing to admire about them. Her eyes cut to Damion, narrowed, when he warned them to take care of themselves. She wasn't some pup that needed to be looked after. Her eyes quickly flicked back to the bloodsuckers. She would let Damion's comment go... for now.
Vanessa could feel Damion's tremor as he shifted, and then Opal's as she followed suit. Obviously, she wasn't going to remain in human form if they'd reverted to wolf form, even though she could shift faster than them on the fly. It was her specialty, in a way. Without a breath, she sank into her wolf form. She could see the leeches recoil from their scent. She gave a wolfish smile, but gave no other emotional response to them. Her white fur glowed in the moon's light. Her pale blue eyes were icy in tint. Unmoving, she watched the vampires, ready to spring at a moment's notice.
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Post by ` Damion Gray on Dec 4, 2008 23:52:02 GMT -5
Damion immediately felt the minds of the other two as they also dropped into wolf form and could distinctly feel V's slight anger at himself and Opal's happiness with being warm. He snorted slightly in Opal's direction, cocking his head. She could be quite funny at times.
Sorry V. He said, knowing that he couldn't ignore her for much longer. I'm not worried that you can't take care of yourself, It's your father's that I'm worried about. The alpha father's never tend to go light on us poor male's who happen to interact with their daughters. He mused slightly over a few run ins that he had had already. They hadn't been very pretty.
Alright, who wants who? He asked V and Opal silently, knowing that the vampire's weren't part of the mind link map. They couldn't tell a word that any of them were thinking. He wasn’t sure who he wanted so he would let them decide first. The male vampire seemed weak from the way he spoke, but Damion knew that just because you spoke one way didn’t mean you acted the same. The lippy female seemed quite dangerous, but perhaps a bit young. Probably not more than one-hundred years old at most. She wasn’t as dangerous as a newborn anymore, but she probably didn’t have all the skills as an older vampire. As for the quietest leach, Damion couldn’t tell anything and that made him weary. Quiet usually meant shy and withdrawn, but not necessarily always. She could be the most dangerous of them all.
Never once did he take his eyes of off the vampire's again, trying not to snarl at the stench that rolled of off them in waves. They might think that the wolves smelled pretty, but Damion sure as hell didn't think they smelled much better.
He snarled slightly, shifting sideways and beginning to pace slowly, barely, waiting for the girl's answers. He was ready to fight and ready for the taste of blood. He didn't know if any of them were going to come out alive.
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Post by `Cynthia Gage on Dec 7, 2008 0:19:53 GMT -5
OOC: Barging in! Now to mke it sound like Cyn's been here the whole time... ------------------------- Cynthia had found tonight to be an auspicious night to hang out by the beach. It was a nice place late-night, when humans were busy with sleeping. It was a good time for the freaks to come out. She had found one insomniac human hanging out before a fire, and had let hunger overtake her. The dead, bloodless form of the young man was sprawled across a log to her left, as she sat perched on a large hunk of wood of her own. It had all been a nice, lonely fireside romance with her lifeless companion until Fae Do'Urden had decided to crash the party. The woman was insufferable. If you live in one area for too long as a vampire, you get to know the other vampires you share territory with. Cynthia was very unfortunate to know this one in particular. She was annoying and short, not to mention unintelligent. Perhaps it was her way of defense against someone who was all too much alike herself--but Cynthia just wrote it off as "she's an idiot". The two had been swapping quips at each other when a foul stench filled the air. Cynthia hadn't need turn around to know what it belonged to, but she did anyway, just as Fae stood up at the defense. Three werewolves were coming their way. 'Oh, great.'Cynthia remained seated and quiet throughout most of the exchange but after a few minutes of hearing "If you dn't want violence, why don't you leave?" "Well I don't want violence, so why don't YOU leave?" "YOU leave." "YOU!" "Okay, let's fight", Cynthia finally couldn't stomach it anymore. She stood from her seat at the fire, facing the werewolves with an air of impatience. "You're outnumbered, and I'm sure your lot would take one death harder than we'd take three. So if you would like to move along unscathed, why don't you just go home and take the beach in the daylight hours, when you can and we can't? Or, this might be a difficult concept, but you could occupy a separate area perhaps? Either way," Cynthia placed one hand on her hip and gestured to the dead human that was lying draped over the log with the other, "You all smell just about as bad as my friend here, so I think I speak for all of my company when I kindly ask you to move your fucking wretched asses somewhere a little more vacant." Cynthia of course was never the voice of reason. She had proposed a reasonable course of action to their foes, but in highlighting the dead man at her side, she was just plain instigating a fight. She didn't care either way; she was being honest when she said she wouldn't be hurt at any losses on her side. They, however, would be crushed to lose one another. The downfall of a pack. The reason Cynthia never joined a coven. This could get interesting.
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