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What coven do you like better?

VK's The origanal	31.9%	[ 171 ]
Bech's literate Coven	6.9%	[ 37 ]
I like both.	14.4%	[ 77 ]
Just put them together.	10.1%	[ 54 ]
I hate you. I love bech more.	5.6%	[ 30 ]
Gold.	31.2%	[ 167 ]
Total Votes:			[ 536 ]

[PaleValkyrie]

ninja

[Preacher Seff]

pirate

[Aubrey_01]

*wanders into bar and flops down on the nearest couch*
wow... still dead.....guess I'll sleep

[susui]

((this place really needs some action >.< wink )

[xThe Holocaust Angelx]

susui

((this place really needs some action >.< wink )

[[ scream SUSHIII!!! ]]

[Dark_Selene_Illusinia]

Selene sticks her head in through the doors and then slowly enters. Years had past sense the last time she had stepped foot into the bar and she was unsure if anyone would still be present who she knew. Behind her, an older looking girl, perhaps in her early teens followed, her hair a dark crimson and her eyes a bloody red. Both women were pale as moonlight, the elder one having dark brown hair down to her waist which was split by a pair of black wings protruding from her back.

[Mortis Nocturne]

Dread. A feeling that may have been comfortable to some. In any case the dark figure trudging inside the bar was ripe with the ominous forboding. Most would disregard the presence of such a being, the aura being so commonplace in the current time. Something was different about this particular immortal, his presence was not alone. Upon entering the dimly blue lit clearing of the bar one might see the immortals pale flesh and jet black hair. His black trench coat scraped the floor gently. A vest he usually wore underneath was non existent revealing his scarred white chest etched with glyphs glowing a dark red. His thick black boots made a loud thud after every step. None of these features were particularly out of the ordinary except for his face and neck. His eyes were black as midnight seething with a blood red aura, and the skin around his throat was stretched tight as if constricted by an invisible collar. A huge blade strapped to his hip had a large red eye at the hilt, the lids around it were shut. The immortal was surrounded with one distinguishable emotion, rage. His muscles were constantly tense, the flexing nearly tearing the fabric of his clothes. Walking into the clearing of the building it seemed as if each step was forced, almost mechanical. His fingers were clenched tight and his mouth was agape revealing two exceedingly large canines, wet with saliva.

[Master_Tricon]

((jeez, i gotta find some time to liven this place back up))

[Mortis Nocturne]

[[Aye, this place is utterly devoid of inhabitants.]]

[Smashing o__o Pumpkins]

[ Maybe.
]

[Atrocitiesss]

o.o

[Aubrey_01]

*poke*

[Dark_Selene_Illusinia]

The dark haired woman calmly looked towards the center of the room, though the red-haired girl beside her seemed a great deal more hesitant. The hulking seemed to bother the else woman little though as she turned back towards the bar and proceeded to lead the younger girl in that direct.

"Do not fear Rayne. Danger here is born of fear," advised the brunette as she carefully lead the red-head to sit upon one of the stools before heading around teh counter to dig about for something which they might drink.

[Mortis Nocturne]

Terror. He could smell it. With a toothy grin his canines extended to an obscene length as he arm shot out to a nearby table and threw it across the room. Screaming out a booming bellow the immortal continued to stagger, now toward the buildings inhabitants. The red aura emanating from his eyes began to sink into his pupils and coarse through the veins in his face, turning black. He truly was a horrifying sight to behold. The glyph-like tattoos on his chest began to seethe with power. He resembled more of a beast, something out of a nightmare. He could smell the bittersweet blood in the air and it drove him mad like a crazed dog with rabies. Only a few steps from the two now his movement was sparratic, like the town drunk attempting a straight walk.

[Dark_Selene_Illusinia]

Seeing the sharp movements towards the bar, Selene reached across with near lightning speed and pulled the younger girl across the bar, pushing the crimson-haired girl behind her own body and reaching to her side, ensuring her grip on the whip she wore was tight.

"Rayne, stay back," was the brunette's sharp order.

"M-mom, what is that?" asked Rayne shakily.

"Just stay back Rayne," repeated Selene in a tighter voice as she raised her eyes to meet the dark eyes of their unwelcome guest. Her body was tight and she allowed her anger to flood forwards, smothering Rayne's fear and pushing against the blood-lust of the man before her.