Moved to Literary Awesomeness Guild.

[Dream Obscene]

Death Masks:

For a long time now, the creatures of the night have been lying low, undetected in the cover of nightfall. The two most prevalent of the dark creatures are the vampires and the werewolves. These two have never gotten along, for they have common prey, humans. In the past, their battles took center stage, but now, over the ages, they have come to an unspoken treaty, simply avoiding each other and trying to not encroach on the others territory.

The largest vampire coven was in Ireland, and has for centuries. They run a business of sorts, living in a castle, they fill it with art work and statues, but more than anything else, and they have a large collection of death masks that intrigued people from all over the world. This is how they trap their prey, tourists. The exhibit their museum if you will, and feed off some of the tourists that come, not all, for that would become noticeable. They preferred not to eat the locals, because they wanted to seem normal, and if a large amount of people were to go missing near their coven, it would attract attention. They keep their identities under close wrap, even from other creatures of the night.

This is how it all started, the rebirth of the war between vampires and werewolves. For a few werewolves who broke away from their rather large pack unknowingly made a trip to Ireland and were interested in this famous museum that showcased death in art. When they arrived at what they hadn’t known as a coven, they suddenly realized what was going on, but it was too late, the coven, threatened by the presence of the wolves, killed them. The rest of the werewolves who had lived in England waited for their return, and eventually came to check on their comrades, in which they discovered what had really happened.

For the past year now, the wolves and the vampires have been warring, secretly between themselves. The coven’s cover is threatened since the wolves kill whoever they want, locals and tourists alike, and the wolves wish to inflict revenge for their fallen friends.

OOC

Profiles

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Rules:
1. I am ruler of this rp, I can add or subtract rules at my choosing.
2. Please be literate. If you don't know what that entails, just pm me.
3. Two small paragraphs minimum.
4. Post at least every three days, or your out unless you tell me in advance that you will be gone.
5. No killing others without their permission.
6. No god mode.
7. This is not Twilight, please read the description of your chosen creature.
8. Pm all profiles to me.
9. Be awesome and have fun.
10.No vegan vampires except for a few who convince me otherwise.
11. Writing Desk Raven is my meatbag of awesome and shall be my second in command if she joins
12. Swearing allowed.
13. Romance allowed, but is not the focus of the Rp, keep it pg15.
14. When you get into a fight, you CAN NOT doge all hits, that to me is a form of god moding. You cannot kill another character without their permission as stated above, but you can cause them moderate to even severe injuries. If you god mode/kill/or heal too quickly and are too perfect, you will get a warning first, and if done again, you will be removed.
15. If after a long time waiting for someone to respond and they leave you stuck, you may side step that interaction and continue on with another post. PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE SOMEONE STUCK.

***16. Random Event:
A random event is when I post in non-character form. There is no telling when one will happen, and you can use it to give yourself something to post about. I and Writing Desk Raven are the only one's who can post Random Events.





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Each of us (ArchDukeFerdinand, Writing Desk Raven, Strychnine and Sirloin, Blue_Wisdom) have agreed to have a little control over the other person (out of Gem, Lilith, Asher, Harlan) since we trust eachother and are close pals. So don't be concerned if that happens, but please don't do it to anyone else without their permission.

We may be slow to post, but steady wins the race and we want this to last!

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Profile Skeleton:

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[size=24][b]Mirror mirror...[/b][/size]
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[b][size=11]But this is what defines me...[/size][/b]

[list][size=9][color=MY POSTING COLOR]Paragraph or two. Personality.[/color][/size][/list]

[b][size=11]I can't live without...[/size][/b]
[size=9][list][color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Small list of likes[/color][/size][/list]

[b][size=11]But I can do without...[/size][/b]
[size=9][list][color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Small list of dislikes[/color][/list][/size][/align]

[list][align=right][b][size=10]My puppet master is...[/size][/b][color=YOUR POSTING COLOR][i]USERNAME[/i][/color][/list][/align]

Openings:

Vampires:
1.Blue_Wisdom.
2.Writing Desk Raven.
3.Dead and Lovely
4..ArchDukeFerdinand
5.Great_Lady_Elizabeth.


Werewolves:
1.Noxluna
2.Silverwolfrain
3.Meatbag of Awesome
4.Strychnine and Sirloin
5.Armored Rhinoceros

[Dream Obscene]

The Vampires and Werewolves.

Vampires:
Vampires are pale, strong and speedy. They cannot go out in direct sunlight for they will catch fire, though they may not die instantly, the burns will be severe, and no, they do not sparkle. They do not sleep in coffins, but they do need rest every couple of days, otherwise their strength is depleted. They are harmed by crucifixes but can go near them and they don't mind garlic. They have no reflection and cannot fly, but they can jump several feet in height and width. They have fangs and cold skin without pulses, their eyes do not change color, they each have their own eye color.

Their wounds can heal faster than a humans, but sever wounds like large gashes will cause blood loss and will take a few days to recover from. To kill them they need to either be burned badly enough by sunlight, stabbed with a stake in the heart or decapitated. THEY DO NOT TURN INTO BATS.

Powers in bulletin form:
-Super Strength
-Super hearing
- Super speed
-Able to jump great distances
-Quickened healing.
-Enhanced Brain function.


Werewolves:
Werewolves can transform at will or when provoked into a fit of rage. They are quick on their feet and strong. When they transform they turn into part man, part wolf. They can walk on their hind legs, but travel the fastest when on all fours. They do not communicate telepathically, but in growls and howls. When in their wolf form, they are much more vicious and merciless. While they do retain some of their personality and self control, it is harder for them to restrain their urges to fight and feed. They have razor sharp claws and teeth and jaws with vice like grip.

Werewolves can be killed by being shot by silver or stabbed with silver or so badly torn apart that they cannot heal; such as decapitation or having their hearts ripped from their bodies. Their skin is tough so it is hard to penetrate.

Powers in bulletin form:
-Super Strength
-Super Speed
-Tough Skin
-Great Sense of Smell
-Great Agility
-Able to go out in sunlight.

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Lay of the Land:

The Mansion/Museum:

The Mansion goes by the name of "The House of Living Death" for it's displays of death masks in it's art gallery, but the name is more accurate than travelers thought. Being home to Vampires, the curtains are always drawn, which they say is 'good for preserving the art' but really it's so they don't all catch fire. The castle is built on a beautiful shoreline and is decorated in a elegant fashion but still retains it's historic build. There are three floors and a 'dungeon' like basement which isn't used all that much. The entry and most of the first floor is used as a gallery and is open to the public Mondays through Thursdays from 4pm-12am. The upper floors are bedrooms and bathrooms which for the most part go unused. There is an attic, it is dank and unkempt and contains old boxes filled with old artifacts. There is a library and study on the second floor which has over 2,000 books and documents. There are the usual commodities that most castles and mansions have but there are also secret passageways that are waiting to be discovered.

The Underground House:



The werewolves have made their home underground, but this is not like a sewer by any means. It is an actual underground house. There are rooms filled with furniture and lighting, and though they are slightly dirty and have a disparaging appearance, they wolves don't mind very much, it's comfortable and hard to find. They have plenty of rooms with beds and other areas to relax and socialize with the rest of their pack.There are even tunnels that lead into the city sewers if you go far enough, which is useful when wanting to travel undetected.

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OPEN.

TIME:8:30pm
DAY:Monday
WEATHER:Clear skies, moon is three quarters full.

NOTICE BOARD:
***ATTENTION ATTENTION, MAY I HAVE ALL YOUR EYES AND HEARS:

NEW SECTION
Question of the day:

Each new day in the RP time, I will ask a new question. The person who best answers the questions will get 1-2k.

Riddle me this:
In Batman...If they need Batman during the day, how do the signal him??

Best answer:The Bat Phone.
by:Writing Desk Raven

****FEEL LIKE MAKING 10K? THEN CHECK OUT WRITING DESK RAVEN'S TEK TEK COMPETITION IN THE OOC FOR MORE DETAILS.


****NEW******
This section will chronicle what is going on, so if you get behind, check here to get a rough idea of what is going on! I hope this will help keep everyone from getting lost in huge posts!


WHERE EVERYONE IS AT:
GEMMA:Fighting Xiang in the woods.
LILITH:Speaking with Asher.
HARLAN:In the mansion.
MARLEY:In her room, watching the news.
COLETTE:Floating around somewhere...

LOKI:In the library looking up his heritage/speaking to Brandt.
ANGIE:In the Hollow.
ASHER:Speaking to Lilith.
JEZ:Going to tell Loki and Brandt about the wolf attack.
BRANDT:In the hollow's library speaking to Loki.
XIANG:Fighting Gemma.



If you wanna chat go to the OOC.

[Dream Obscene]

You gave me a life I never chose…

Gemma E. Marsdon:...

..I wanna leave but the world won’t let me go...


Gem threw on a sage green sweater dress and black leggings with stylish heeled boots. The green accented her hazel eyes and auburn hair nicely. The sweater dress had a turtle neck; she threw on a black scarf as well. Though the cold didn’t bother her, Gem always wanted to dress appropriately for the weather even though wasn’t like she could get a cold and die. It was Sunday evening, so they didn’t have to show the gallery to humans. Gem wasn’t really hungry, so she decided to not go hunting for anything to eat. ’Besides, I don’t want to run into those infernal dogs’ she thought coldly. It was true; Gem’s outings had become sparse, she was starting to feel like a shut in. If only they could have gone back in time and had not killed that stupid, stupid wolf, then they wouldn’t be in this mess, ’Damn dogs.’

Pouting as she walked lazily down the hallway, Gem wondered vaguely where her coven mates were, she could take the small effort to sense them out, but she just didn’t have the energy today, possibly because she hadn’t eaten much from her last feed. She hadn’t been herself lately, the stress of the werewolves made more her tense and even quieter than she already was. Gem was hoping to run into Lili as she walked into the library, but she wasn’t there.

Lili was a tried and true friend to Gem; They even shared the same birthday. Gem had admired her from the first time she had seen Lili, she was everything Gem wished should could be, strong and blunt and she was so pretty. The only thing Gem didn’t wish to have that Lili did was her outward meanness to others. Lili was straightforward and is she didn’t like someone; she would make it very clear. Gem was grateful that she hadn’t got on the wrong side of Lili, for she was a force to be reckoned with.

Settling down in an old but none the less comfortable chair, Gem picked up an old book she had been reading earlier. It had a torn cover, and the binding was in horrible condition, it was from the early 1800’s, before she had been born as a human. It was any easy read for someone as studious as Gem, but was an enjoyable waste of time. Cracking the weary spine of the over read book, she heard the rain from outside and smelled the water, clean and crisp, it was so relaxing to Gem, she had always loved natures, and especially days like today. It reminded her of her life before she became a vampire, when she lived on her family's farm, and would sit in the barn with her older brother during a thunderstorm, counting the time between each clap of thunder....'Oh, the simple times'.

[Da Fuji Apple]

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Loki let loose a howl, enjoying the freedom of allowing himself to change. Years ago, weeks ago even, he'd protested even a monthly change, but now, well, the outcome was obvious. It wasn't that he hadn't liked the feeling before, but it'd just seemed wrong to do so with his parents and the possibility of hurting others. Things were different though now. The night was just settling in, and as he laid out in the field, moonlight bathing his black fur, he felt truely alive. Nothing could compare to the freedom of letting go of his human skin and giving in to his blood right. It was as though the god Máni were shining as brightly as he could just to sooth Loki.

He'd been troubled as of late, finally living among his sisters and brothers. None of them really knew what he was going through. He'd grown up among humans, was raised by them even! While most of them had spent their whole lives with the pack. He'd adjusted to living with his people again easily enough, but it was still so strange.

Loki rolled over, looking up at the moon above him. There were so many myths and legends that involved the moon and it's various deities. Nyx, Máni, Arma, Dianna, Selene, Sin, Yarikh- so many gods and goddesses to define something so beautiful and simple. Looking up at the silvery light in the sky, it was easy to forget about the war that had overtaken his world. He'd only just come to the pack a week before the deaths of his kin so he hadn't been quite as disturbed as others had. It worried him though that this was happening right when he'd joined his kin again. It was as though he'd just come home only to have everything snatched away.

Were the vampires as bad as the others made them out to be? He wasn't sure. He'd read books, sure, but all them had been written by humans and therefore were hardly accurate. Maybe one day he would seek one out, talk to them, understand them. He shook the idea away. His people would brand him a traitor if he did that. It would be foolish to do such a thing after just joining. No, better to find a book.

[[edit// cause I'm bored]]

Loki stood up, standing on all fours. Unlike most of his kind, his appearance became much more wolf-like when he changed. He was smaller than most werewolves, his limbs leaning towards the canis side of him rather than the human side. It suited him though. He felt less of a monster that way and more of an animal. He set off at a run, letting the cool air ruffle his fur as he loped through the field into the forest. The rain began to fall a few minutes after his dispatcher, the clouds overhead blocking out the moon. An omen? Maybe, but not likely. The rain felt nice after all, even if it was cold.

He supposed that was his norse blood speaking. His parents had suspected he might be Norwegian, but had never actually been able to prove it. It would certainly fit though. The legend of the wolf 'fenrir' always made him think of himself in a way. He came to a halt after a while, just as he came to a clearing in the woods. Sitting down in the middle of it, he looked up at the sky, letting the rain run down his face and saturate his fur.

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This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it.

[silverwolfrain]

Jezalie

After pulling on a comfortable tan top and jeans Jez quietly left her room. Shutting the door behind her with a small click she walked through the halls of her under ground home. After a few long minutes of traveling through the labriynth like halls she appered out above ground. The night sky shimmered with dimond stars against a sheet of darkend blue. Jez took a deep breath of fresh air and walked out. The damp grass tickled her feet as she strode to a large oak tree. She sat under the swaying branches, leaning against the trunk. She loved to come to this tree for some privacy and a place to think. These days with the war pressing on it was hard to sort your thoughts. Vampires and their freaking hunger, Jez thought harshly, leaning her head back to look up at the sky.

Jez pulled her hand through her chocolate hair, tugging out a few tangles. She realized she hasn't done anything with her hair in a long time. It just wasn't worth it. Jez took a deep sigh and stood up. She turned to face the tree and grasped the lowest branch. She hauled herself up the tree swiftly and nimbly. This was also her favorite climbing tree. After consealing herself at the top in a mass of emerald leaves she reached into a crevase in the trunk. Her fingertips met soft leather. She grasped the small book and pulled it out. Jez turned the book over in her hands. The leather was a midnight blue, just like the sky tonight. It wasn't just a book, it was her journal. Where she kept her deepest feelings and thoughts she couldn't bare to share.

A small pen was clipped to the spine of the journal. Jez pulled it off and unbound the black ribbon securing her journal. Jez sat down on the fork of two branches and looked at the yellowed pages in the moon light. The rain started tinkling down and Jez gave a small smile and closed her journal. She would continue later. She put it away and leaned against the trunk once more. The rain dampened her hair and trickled down her cheaks. She didn't mind, the rain helped clear her mind to let her think. She still didn't understand why she felt all these things. She had been told her father had been a wonderful man, why did he run when her mother was pregnet. Jez didn't know how some men were like that. She did know, how ever, it left her mother destressed. So when Jez was bitten by that horrible monster it didn't help. Her mother gave her little to no contact. And Jez was too small to have any real friends, and no family ether. Jez just hoped that everything happened for a reason. Other wize she would be more than happy to end the pain of the past and the war with a silver bullet. Others always said to let go of the past, but it was way harder than they say. Jez was tramitized.

Jez shook her head clear of the thoughts again, pushing it away for she had not realized there were tears in her eyes. If would probably be better without this fighting. Jez sometimes felt the need to go kill the vampires herself, though she knew she wouldn't last ten minutes. Again she ran a hand through her soaked hair. How oblivious the mortals are these days. A war was under their noses, she wondered if they even noticed.


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Help me belive it's not the real me, somebody help me tame this animal I have become.

[xx __littlelionman]

And if the sun comes up will it tear the skin right off our bones
And then as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks I saw you there
Someone get me to the doctor, someone get me to a church
Where they can pump this venom gaping hole
And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat
And if they come and get me
What if you put the spike in my heart?

Spire 'Spite' Site
Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless
Night time sky?
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black feeling?

indentimentiment"Rights don't make a wrong, Bites don't make us strong." Spire sang into the mic. Loud and clear. He got lost in the own cadence of his guitar, the anarchy of the bass, and the beat of the drum."Try! Try to reach to the moon to scream to the stars. Alignment of the trees, strengths of the hearts."He shouted his lyrics. Spire grabbed his bottle of 'rum', a gift for playing at the bar. He took a slow slip the deep red liquid touching his tongue and dancing aroun his teeth. He felt bad for lettin the expensive achol go to waste hours before but he could not bare the taste. He put the glass of the luke-warm synthetic blood down. His set was over. Three to Five-thirty and his watched was ticking closer to six."Try not to shout and lie. Try. Try not to your eyes cry. Try not to watch this never-was relationship die." The last lines of his song turned to whines. People had fallen for him. He ignored them and they went and told their friends. He, for whatever reason, let them live. Spire played the last chords on the guitar as the bar suddenly grew empty. The song faded out and Spire sat on the stage for a moment. On his ironic stage. Two crossed sat on the corners of the stage garlic strung between them. Spire eventually stood up grabbed his guitar and gave a small wave to the other two musicians on his stage. He walked his humble BMW
Three-Series and drove himself to the manor he was forced to live in.  It was six-oh-three when he arrived at his house. He wasted little time parking his car and going to his office.  
indentimentimentSpire signed onto his computer. When the icons popped up he choose 'Premium Architect.' This, at the moment was his major concern. Finishing designing his house. As soon as he finished that, raised the money, he could start hiring a contractor to construct. Spire hummed under his breath as he tried to figure out how he could make his electricals work at the location he was at. He let out a sigh and opened a new plan. He couldn't get it just the way he wanted. Spire let out a controlled sig as he stared at his blank computer. His gray eyes glazed over as he entered the closest a vampire could get to sleep.

"Sleep is not the enemy," Spire's mom voice shook concerned for her, at the time, thirteen year old son. Two weeks after his capture and Spire hadn't gotten any sleep. He was gone thirty-seven hours and found on the side of the road, beaten, bloody, and bitten. He had bite marks all over his body. "I can't...mom I...think I am a vampire." Spire's words cracked and where unsteady. His mom laughed. Not juat a normal 'cute' laugh but the laugh of a
maniac. "Really? That is n-." Out of nowhere his mom collapsed. She hadn't eaten for weeks and was gradually gotten more translucent. The cops arrived at his house an hour later and sent Jaklyn, Spire's mom, to a hospital. She was told she ha to be there for two years. Spire was put up for adoption, because now neith of his parents were fit for taling care of a child. After a week of being at the adoption clinic he found out he was a vampire. He gled and found where he is now.

indentimentimentSpire blinked as he came out of his daze. He missed his mom bit he know he could never go see her. Spire stood up pished his chair in and started to pace the halls of what was a fifth his house. Spire went to his room and strippe off his clothed exposing the first bite. The bite that made him a vampire. It was still there. The bite was so deep that it continued to bleed with almost any motion for a week. Now it was just a smootg pale scar.

"And now the nightclub sets the stage for this they come in pairs she said
We'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey they're always there
Someone get me to the doctor, and someone call the nurse
And someone buy me roses, and someone burned the church
We're hanging out with corpses, and driving in this hearse
And someone save my soul tonight, please save my soul
 
I'll never let them, I can't forget them
I'll never let them hurt you, I promise

Struck down, before our prime
Before, you got off the floor
Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?

And as always, innocent like roller coasters.
Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against 
because I've seen what they look like. 
Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading..."

[Dream Obscene]

You gave me a life I never chose…

Gemma E. Marsdon:...

..I wanna leave but the world won’t let me go...


Gem looked up and over to where an old Victorian clock was perched on a desk. Spite was home by now, though she really had no urge to go talk to him. ’If he doesn’t like it here, why does he stay? I mean, he acts like we keep him here like a prisoner. ‘ Gem had a feeling that it was because he was a vegan and so was put off by their feeding off humans, but she never knew with him. If there was one thing she liked it was that he at least had some decent taste in music, Gem herself liked rock. She never talked much to Spite; he was, if anything a talented person at alienating people. Gem wished she knew were Lili was, for Gem wanted companionship, but not to talk, she hated making small talk. Lili understood that, and let her have silent company. ’I need a cat…not to eat obviously, a pet, companion who couldn’t talk’ she thought to herself as she snapped the book shut and laid it down on the side table next to the chair.

Standing up, she stretched and took a deep sigh. Looking out the glass panel window, she saw the rain, making everything greener and more….alive. Not wanting to disturb Spite she decided to go down to where they kept the death masks, she liked to draw them. Gem had always been decently good at sketching, and now that she’s a vampire, Gem’s had plenty of time to practice.

Stepping quickly into her room, she grabbed her sketch book and some charcoal and a few pencils and erasers. If she were human, she would have paused to look at her reflection in the mirror positioned adjacent from the door to her room, but sadly, she had no reflection. ’It’s tough being a girl vampire’ she sarcastically thought to herself. Gem was okay with being a vampire, at first she had hated herself for being what she was, but now she had grown to accept her fate. She did miss the sun though, especially during the summer. Now that she lived in Ireland, the greenery was so beautiful that it was a shame she only saw it during the night or on overcast rainy days like today.

Walking down the main entry way that lead to the art gallery and death masks, Gem peered around the room, choosing who she would draw today. She settled on an old mask of a woman, who by the looks of the creases in her furrowed brow was elderly. The women’s face wasn’t conventional beauty, but it had a wise and aged look that to Gem was enchanting.

She sat down on the marble floor in the large entry way, quickly setting herself to work, lost in her own mind as she tried to draw this woman of wisdom’s face. The rain could be heard pittering and pattering on the high ceiling. Maybe, she thought, she would give this drawing to Lili when she was done with it and if she would see her anytime soon.

[SnackySatan]

Johnny Rocket

Johny crouched, in his human form, atop an old, gutted out house. It was made mostly of stone and he doubted anyone knew it was still here. The ruin wasn't that old actually, there where signs of electricity and modern plumbing. He'd decided it was probably just somebody's hunting cabin. Johny had also claimed it for his base.

He hated with a passion sleeping under ground. He wasn't a badger, dang it! He was a wolf! Of course he was built for the air and the open spaces above ground. Johny inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the sweet air. He could smell other werewolves out and about too. Although he hesitated to join them. Johny, despite having been accepted into the pack some time ago, was still reluctant and more then a little shy of his new comrades. It still felt like he was finding his place.

With a heavy sigh, Johny leaped off his perch. Before he'd even hit the ground he was in his wolf form and running. He'd come out here in his wolf form and transformed only when he'd been sure he wouldn't be spotted, so he didn't have any clothes on him. They where tucked safely away in his pack under a water proof tarp.

It looked like the tarp was going to be useful today. Already it was starting to rain. It dripped against his cinnamon colored fur, but very little penetrated the thick under layer to get to his skin. Johny stretched his body and ran flat out, using all his muscles. He wasn't really built for speed, but when he dug his claws into the springy loam and used his muscles, he could go like a rocket.

Johny always thought he looked odd in his wolf form. He favored the human, more then the animal. His arms where long and muscular. Not overly so, but he was obviously not a pushover. He was pretty big for their kind, although he always insisted that it was just fluff and fur. Johny's wolf's pelt was certainly thick enough for two, especially along the back of his neck. The front of his chest was splashed white that traveled all the way down his front to the underside of his tail and all the way up to the underside of his jaw.

Turning for the trees, Johny wove through the trunks like they where nothing. He had lost himself in his sprint, so when he stumbled across a clearing with another wolf in it, Johny skidded to a halt. He stayed at the edge of the clearing, not coming any closer, but he made no sign of submission or fear. He recognized the wolf as a newbie, but didn't know the guy's name. Sometimes the newcomers where a bit on the jumpy side, and Johny didn't want to pick a fight for once.

[Writing Desk Raven]

She grazes through the dark,
Downtown concrete planes.
She seeks a special kill.
A flesh she's never had before.
A prey whose blood is rich with love.

Lilith's face turned down in a grimace as the sound of her black suede pumps make a clacking noise on the side walk, it was already 6pm and and on a Sunday, many of the shops would be closed by now. It was rare she had the opportunity to shop, not that she much enjoyed the company of humans, but she found shopping therapeutic, and being as aged as she was, she had a surplus of money. Lilith was dressed in a pair of sand-washed skinny jeans and a deep pink sweater that clung to her upper body beautifully, a black scarf, a liking she picked up from Gem, encircled her neck. Her gray-blue eyes scanned the street and she decided to make her way back to the coven, purchases in tow. She pulled keys out of her pocket and made her way to Mercedes she had parked across the street, it was black, heavily tinted, and very sleek.

The drive home was quick, though running would have taken less time than following the damned speed limit, and she parked her car outside the manor. She decided she would enter through the gallery, hoping to run into Gem there, she enjoyed showing her the purchases she made, and they have had a deep companionship since they met. Gem was the only member of the coven she genuinely liked, not that she bothered learning many others names, covens, to her, weren't family, they were there for convenience, and once this war ends, she'll probably try to talk Gem into leaving. The only other member she could pull up by name was the one she hated the most, and she was almost positive the feeling was mutual; Spite. Even when she thought his name it sounded like a vulgarity, and she never masked her dislike of the idiotically named vampire.

Lilith's heels made no noise she she ghosted up the steps and through the front door, there was not need to fake human habits, like their ability to be noisy as hell standing still with their mouth sewn shut, and her eyes scanned he gallery for Gem. What a shock, drawing another picture. she thought, a smile washing over her face for a brief amount of time, as she made her way over to the pretty girl. "You know, it's just fitting out gallery is of such morbidity, death is something so tightly knitted to our beings it's like it follows us around." her honey sweet voice filled the room, and she set her bags down in front of her, sitting on the floor next to Gem. Lilith looked at the various works of art scattered around the room, it was beautiful in the sorrow, but placid. "I wonder if any of the people believed they were going to Heaven. I wonder why so many people insist on believing in such things, our existence should be proof enough either it doesn't exist or this God they are so eager to follow doesn't care."

Every meal tastes alike.
I want something I can bite.
Like the tethers of this diet.
Let the shackles fill my cheeks.
Feed these itching jowls.

[xx __littlelionman]

And if the sun comes up will it tear the skin right off our bones
And then as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks I saw you there
Someone get me to the doctor, someone get me to a church
Where they can pump this venom gaping hole
And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat
And if they come and get me
What if you put the spike in my heart?

Spire 'Spite' Site
Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless
Night time sky?
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black feeling?

indentimentimentSpire pulled on a grey V-neck shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. He decided against putting his heavy jewelery on. He deciding to observe the death masks, he never really took the time to do so. He walked down the spiral staircase to his dismay to find Gemma and Lilith.'Do...do I say sonething neither particularly like me. Especially Lilith.' Spire looked towards the small stage where they wpuld nornally have an opera singer fill the room with French lyrics and shrilling high notes. He had sung there a few times. He heard Lilith's religious views and sighed. He always beleived that there was a god who had cared. He wanted to pitch some thoughts in. He quietly thought of what Lilith said.

Spire layed at the side of the road naked and throbbing. He was bleeding slowly to death. His whole body was numb and tingiling. It stung. He was covered with bite marks. At that moment he decided what he was going to do. He was going to crawl onto the street and let a car take him out of his pain. He had a lust for blood and his eyes watered. They stung an acidic sting. His now crimson eyes burned. "Struck down before our prime, before you get off the floor, can you stake my heart?' He sung as he saw headlights coming right at him. The car stopped as a police officer walked out. 'No.' He screamed.

indentimentimentGod could chose when to turn his back an now Spire felt a new level a betrayal. "Good morning," He finally spoke, quietly, unsure, if the other people in the room weren't vampires they wouldn't have heard him. Spire approached the two still fiteen feet away. He scratched at his cold neck. It was a shame that he was more compelled tk be eith the wolves than the cold-hearted vampires in that room. Especially Lilith.
indentimentiment

"And now the nightclub sets the stage for this they come in pairs she said
We'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey they're always there
Someone get me to the doctor, and someone call the nurse
And someone buy me roses, and someone burned the church
We're hanging out with corpses, and driving in this hearse
And someone save my soul tonight, please save my soul
 
I'll never let them, I can't forget them
I'll never let them hurt you, I promise

Struck down, before our prime
Before, you got off the floor
Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?

And as always, innocent like roller coasters.
Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against 
because I've seen what they look like. 
Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading..."

[Dream Obscene]

You gave me a life I never chose…

Gemma E. Marsdon:...

..I wanna leave but the world won’t let me go...



((Damn you! I had finished my post and then I had to edit for yours X3))
Shortly after Lili had approached her, she started talking about her religious beliefs. Spite came up shortly after that and greeted the two of them. Gem smiled kindly at him, they weren’t close, but she didn’t dislike him, she just didn’t know him well enough. Spite seemed to keep to himself the majority of the time, and Gem was the same. Neither of them being too verbose, it was difficult to find common ground between them.

Gem returned to the conversation they had been having before Spite had entered, but she tried to not exclude him, for she didn’t want to be rude. “Maybe there is a god, maybe we’re going to hell when we depart from here, no one knows for sure” Gem said, pausing as she took a cloth and wiped the charcoal from her hands so that she wouldn’t leave prints on things “but we can’t know for sure, no one can” she said without emotional infliction in her voice. Gem had once been religious, but after a long time to observe the world, she had lost hope and placed god in the same category as Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. If anything, Gem was a woman of science and medicine, she preferred facts and real life remedies to ailments instead of prayer and blind faith. She found it oddly more comforting, because with facts, she felt like this world wasn’t a test to see if you were good enough to get into heaven, and it also it took away the fear she had first had when she became a vampire, the fear of eternal damnation after this existence was over.

Gem neatly tidied her art work up, making it a neat pile. She hated leaving a mess behind, because this wasn’t just her home. If it had been her home, there would be unfinished drawings scattered all over the floors, but she tried to be considerate of those who lived with her. After a few more moments of quiet reflection, Gem peered over into the bags Lili had brought with her. “So, you went shopping Lili?” she asked the obvious question as she stood up off the cold marble floor. She didn’t wait for a reply to her idiotically mindless inquiry. Cold air had gotten in from when Lili had entered the house, which made it chillier still. Obviously Gem didn’t mind, the temperature didn’t affect them much at all, it was more of a quiet observation to herself. Spite was standing back a far bit, it was weird. ’Maybe he’s shy or something, or he just hates us’ she thought.

“You didn’t run into any of them, did you?” by ‘them’ she meant the wolves. She didn’t think Lili had, otherwise she probably would have mentioned it as soon as she walked through the door, followed most likely by an insult of some sort towards the enemy. Gem was so much more wary and even slightly nervous about the werewolves. She could handle one possibly, but she was more concerned about the coven, she didn’t want any of them to be hurt. This was because even though they didn’t really get along all too well, and Lili was only here out of convenience, they were all Gem had, a dysfunctional, indifferent, dead family. Though she wouldn’t admit it to them, they were her people for the meantime and Gem was determined to make sure nothing happened to them, whether they wanted her to or not.