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Internally Bleeding and I are only allowed to post. Lurkers shall be molested. 8D |
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Christoffer Gavin Montgomery  'Lurkers shall be molested. 8D' Ha ha, you're so funny! >.< And, yay! I figured out how to do the picture thing! O.O -Does the dance. Again- Yeah, so, this is generally how it'll look like. My post for the role playing. In case you were wondering C: |
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 ♂ L u k e xx D i a b l o s  [ F o r b i d d e n ✖ G O D ✖ D e m o n ] Click for Fullfall into the darkness, for i shall consume your light. no matter where you turn, i will always be watching.
The light, almost silent noise of a single blade stabbed into the ground sounded and was heard faintly in a small area of a meadow. The morning sun's rays beamed through the high tree tops that illuminated the single spot where the weapon was present and also made the creature next to it all the more visible. Although the figure was mainly dressed in black, it was almost too obvious for one's eye to notice from where the body stood. It would also seem like the creature was one who stayed most active during the night. Wrong. In fact, the figure would prefer to wander in daylight. Anyhow, the name belonging to this dark being was Luke. Oh yes, the most mysterious and yet well known hunter mainly more popular to bandits. A demon race. Now, shouldn't demons be traumatizing the innocent and tormenting them to their selfish deeds? Well, apparently Luke was a different one. And how he became one was a rather long story. Probably a story preferred not to dwell in. "I'm being careless again." Luke breathed, his voice soft yet held a strong hint of tone to it. He shook his head lightly, his silk raven hair moving elegantly with the slight movement. A small sigh then escaped his dull lips as he lifted his arm up a bit so that he could inspect the fresh wound over his shoulder more carefully. Yes, the most feared, was actually hurt. Now no one's actually perfect right? His gray eyes followed the freshly cut flesh before they would follow down slowly at the deep red trail of blood that was trickling down to his gloved arm. Damn, he'll have to fix up his over coat again. He never did like it ruined, not even a little cut. He'll also have to get rid of the blood that now stained his glove and sleeve. Those thieves were lucky he was distracted. Grumbling softly under his breath, he lowered himself into a crouched position beside a stream running through the meadow within the local forest. Thus, taking off his over coat that barely covered his front, he set that aside before his gloves followed. His tan, golden skin now basked in the sunlight as he then began to clean the wound. [[ OMG. so horrible. I think I need to sleep nao. I'll be back laters! ]] |
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Christoffer Gavin Montgomery {[No way man! That totally rocked! I loved it!]} Christoffer stood stock still on the edge of the city. Glaring angrily at the gates he kicked them one last time before deciding to finally leave. They'd never let him in there. Suddenly, loud and intense barking started and two huge dogs rushed at the iron gate, banging against it repeatedly with their dirty paws. One was a bulldog, the other a rottweiler. Both extremely dangerous and aggressive races. But he could be aggressive too, if he tried. He hissed back, a low snarl that would remind whoever was listening of a feline. But not a cat. He'd never like to call himself half cat. He was more of a... a fox. Yes, a fox. Yet the color of his ears and tail were the same of a mink. The texture was the same as well. You could say he was one third human, one third mink and one third fox. After that snarl, the dogs felt challenged and barked louder, getting even more intense. The bars on the gate were actually starting to vibrate dangerously and Christoffer could feel his heart beating faster and faster. Swallowing nervously he looked behind him, at the meadow and forest. It was a mixture of the two, the further you got into it, the more obvious it became how mixed it was. He slowly made his way towards it, feeling the sun start to rise just as he walked in. Light was slowly pouring in through the treetops, and if one looked closely, a flash of metal would appear at his side, and then again, on his other leg. It was a small pistol, a Glock, to be exact. On his leg hung a sword. It was old, belonging to someone in a faraway land. He had picked it up from his dead body after shooting a pair of bullets into his body. You could say he was a traveler. You could also say he was a murderer. He was a bit of both, to tell you the truth, but what he enjoyed most was the adrenalin rush he got when he was being chased, when he knew he was close to being found. Even being in jail sends shivers of happiness through his spine and nerves. But he never worries. He can always get out, no matter what. "Humans. Ugh. Scum." He muttered as he kicked a dead twig that lay innocently by his foot as he walked through a forest part. It broke immediately, completely rotten to the core. He had been hiding out by this small town, pretending to be human until they figured out what he was. Luckily, this town was so small and isolated, they didn't know exactly what he did and why he was hiding. They just decided to kick him out, and he had to say, humans had to be the most strangest creatures ever. First of all, they were so naive. And extremely cautious. Even more than Christoffer himself. They were selfish too, not caring how much they put the County into risk just by kicking him out. He snickered softly, suddenly in a better mood. "I should thank them." He told himself, taking out his Glock and pointing it at a randomly chosen branch on a tree. It was extremely thin, and without any leaves growing on it. "I think I'll go back there, later." He finished and clicked the trigger, the branch flying as it was separated from the tree. |
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