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[Kyrus Highgrave]

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Evander was glad that she looked like a fairly nice person. Although he wondered how blind she actually was. Before he got to think on it she told him to call her Tamara. He smiled to himself and said, "Ok, Miss Tammy, I will call you that." He reached out and took her hand with his big squishy cos-play mitt.

He quietly lead her towards the exit because he knew that they had sent her some in advance because it would have been near impossible for her to get her luggage from baggage claim considering she did not really know what it looked like. Evander was going to say something but then she bluntly said he was not British. He knew that but he wondered how she did but then she said bluntly and questioningly what a southern white boy was doing there. She apologized afterwards but that was still a fairly rude statement he thought.

He smiled to himself and then said, "Even hicks get degree's these days Tammy." He laughed and then guessed that she could tell he was from the south because of his voice. This made him think she must be totally blind not even able to see blobs. He made his way towards the door and decided to answer once they had gotten outside. He figured that she had not really care to much about being not blunt about things after all she had basically burst that out in front of about four or five hundred people in the airport. Not that he really minded considering he was walking around like a mascot at a foot ball game only he supported no team and he was in an airport.

They finally made it outside of the airport and the cab driver had thankfully remained outside. He was leaning on his cab and when Evander made it outside he waved and opened the door of the cab and waited for them to get in. Evander tugged her along so they would get to the school soon. He figured that she was feeling a bit out of place in such unfamiliar surrounds to what she is use to. The cab driver promptly said, "Welcome back, Mr.Catman. Back to the school would be it right?" He was eyeing the young girl obviously checking out her body since her eyes were not really turning it was fairly obvious she was blind so anyone whom wanted to could fairly easily check out her body without her knowing about it.

The driver went around and got into the cab as Evander helped her into the back seat promptly going to the other side and getting into the back seat as well then he said to the driver. "Now that you've had your fun I hope your ready to go back to the school, Mr.CabDriver?" Evander leaned back in the seat he was wearing a small jacket on top of his cos-play suit and he had a phone in the pocket. He pulled his phone out and checked the time then leaned over to her and said, "So how was your flight, Miss Tammy?

Yawning slightly since this not the normal time he was awake. He normally had much later classes evenings and night classes so he could sleep during the day. Sadly though when he did community service he noticed it often started very early in the mornings. The cab got to the school fairly quickly and Evander got out of the cab. He walked around and helped her out of the cab then took out his paper to find out her room. With a bit of a jump of surprised he blurted out, "You in my room?!?!" Then he stared at her for a moment and helped her walk up the front steps after paying the cabdriver what he owed.

Evander was slightly worried about the placement of a female student in HIS dorm room considering the fact that he was male. But he knew that this place filled up so quickly it was likely not an uncommon occurrence in the school. So many people were flooding into the school it was nearly impossible to sort them all correctly into same gender rooms.

He yawned again some what worried but figuring it was pointless to be too worried about anything unless it was literally the end of the world or something. Evander walked her up the stairs and down the hall to the dorm room they shared and said with a happy tone, "Welcome to your new home for how ever long you plan on staying here, Miss Tammy." He opened the door for her and helped her inside. He knew she could not really take in anything except by touching it so he left it up to her to figure out everything around her and such he simply face planted onto his bed and laid there in his cos-play suit.




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Feeling:Happy but some what worried.
Thoughts:I can't believe they put a girl in my room. This is college, are they insane?
Location:The school dorms.

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[Roslyn Pryce]

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The first day of Christmas vacation, Juliet thought with a sigh as she lifted one of the many little spiders that were on the bench she was sitting on into the palm of her heavily bandaged hand. The small creature made its way to her the purse that was on her side. She had weaved it into a basket so that in this way if someone bumped into her they would not hurt her poisoness friends.

The girl shifted her weight to her left foot when she came to stand. Most of the people that she knew had left, there were some that stayed behind like her. They all had different motives for staying here, her reasoning was that she wanted to be no where near her family. Of course, her parents loved her. What parent in their right mind hated their children? But she was still a young teen and she did not understand that fully just yet.

Juliet had walked the corridors of the school aimlessly, wanting to find something that might possibly catch her interest or the interest of the spiders that she carried with her. The eight legged creatures tended to search for the warmth of her bag and did not even want to leave her for the most part. It was cold even for them in this place made of stone. Her flats made a quiet sound as she made her way around the school.



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Feeling: Indifferent/Bored.
Thoughts: Lets hope this year will be more eventful.
Location: In one of the hallways,but not sure which one.

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[Roslyn Pryce]

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Claire noticed the way he was looking at her, it did not take a genius to take in the fact that he was probably already judging her by what she was wearing. This was exactly the reason that she preferred to stay away from the city, away from people like him. She had experience with people like that which was why she liked her home town much better than the big city.

"Claire Magdalene Wagner," she responded as she started to walk back in the direction of home. "Most everyone calls me Maggy. You can call me whatever you want though." Her green eyes shifted their attention to the path once more.

"What's you're name? You must be with the family that just moved in next door, right? Where did you move from?" She was curious about the new people. They were going to have a difficult time fitting in here, just like she did when she went to college. Unlike them though, she was ridiculed for everything that she was.

She fiddled with the edge of her dress as she sighed, "It's this way. You probably shouldn't wander off without knowing where you're going. It's pretty dangerous here if you get lost." Clair could not help but to notice he was texting on his phone, she knew that his signal here must be horrible with that cell phone company.

"I'm twenty-three years old," she replied with a sad expression on her face. Why was it that everyone always thought she was a preteen or something of the sort? It upset her slightly since she was hoping that she may have matured. "What? Do I look flat-chested," she retorted in an offended tone as she turned to glare at him.



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Feeling: Blissful.
Thoughts: I really hope that there's some lunch out on the table or something.
Location: Still in the forest.
Outfit

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[Roslyn Pryce]

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She fidgeted uncomfortably, feeling as though she had snapped a bit too suddenly. Claire knew she was small in stature and that she did have the appearance of a younger girl, older women would kill to look the way she did now. "Sorry, I just," she trailed off as she continued to lead the way down the path she had taken to find him.

"It's nice to meet you, Gray," she said trying to change the subject and mood a bit. "I guess you could say I have a bit of a Napoleon Complex. I shouldn't 've snapped, I apologize for that." Her expression changed to one of concentration as they walked amongst the trees.

"The GPS wouldn't 've helped you much considering it's nearly impossible to get signal here unless you have a satellite with you at all times." She pushed branches and bushes out of the way as they continued their way. "New York? Really? You must really hate it here so far, it's really different from the city."

"It's not really all that bad here," she said in a reassuring voice as she turned back to see if he was able to keep up with her, "You'll like it here once you get use to it. The people in town are really nice and the fresh air here is so much better than the smog of the city." Claire could now make out the shape of their homes, "So, you're seventeen? That means you're still in high school unless you finished early."

The girl then recalled him having had a small satellite dish with his laptop, "That was a custom built satellite right? It looked a little flimsy, you might 've broken it by putting it in your bag that quickly. Was that a gaming laptop or just one of those regular lame ones that can't do anything but surf the web?" Clair clamped her mouth shut as her stomach growled, it had been a while since she had talked that much or about technology for that matter.



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Feeling: Hungry.
Thoughts: I might as well be a preteenie.
Location: Still in the forest.
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[Roslyn Pryce]

♦ Issac ♦ Michael ♦ Grant ♦

It had been a long decade as far as Issac was concerned and there was still so much to be done before the beginning of 2011. It was the eighteenth of December today, he knew this mostly because of the fact that he had trained his mind to keep up with the months back from when he was still human. Right now he had come back to the place he was living at, a small house all to himself in the side of town that he "owned" in rainy Seattle. He gripped the side of the wall, carefully; he was not sure how much pressure to exude even after so long. Above all, Issac had always been a military man and in wars he had no need to hide his strength unless it was to keep up appearances so that the humans he was with did not become frightened.

Now, he was doing about the same thing he had been doing back then after the wars ended, he was hunting for those that were cursed to walk the earth forever. Over the centuries Issac had become a renowned Vampire hunter, he was known for his ‘no bull’ way of approaching things. His fame as a hunter brought about him being hired by some of the supernatural creatures that did not want to get their hands dirty. Soon after having proven his abilities to the Elders of the Vampire forces he was recognized as being one of them. Honestly, he could care less about whom it was that hired him as long as he got to kill those wretched beings that transformed him into the demon that he was now.

Issac shifted his weight and gracefully made his way to his room. He needed to change; he was dressed accordingly to go on a hunt. Black was his favorite color to use during these hunts, the dust and blood stains would not show and humans would have no reason to be concerned. The nearly two thousand year old vampire was finally on a break from all those hunts he had been doing the past week. In just seven days he had killed close to two hundred rogue vampires and their sires. He was one of the strongest if not the strongest vampire that was currently living.

If there was one thing he was good at, it was killing. In his day he was one of the best men in the Roman Army, he had been a lower class soldier under the order of a seasoned general. He met someone known as Arturus, the person that most people had come to know as ‘King Arthur’. Arturus was one of his close friends back in those times, and he was one of the few people that did not shun him away when he discovered that he was an un-aging being. He and Arturus had grown up together and had become nearly like siblings, so it was only natural that he would follow him in his pursuits.

The young Roman Legionary was turned in the year 528 AD after his village had been in the midst of a vampire war. His life was stopped at the age of twenty-four, he was forced to watch his family all grow old and die of age while he remained unchanged. It took him years to come to terms with having to outlive everyone around him; eventually he outlived his older brother figure as well.

It was a battle to end the invasion of the Saxons, and the man that Issac admired so much was mortally wounded. This battle was not only to end the invasion but to return the king's son back to his rightful place on the throne. Then tragedy struck, the man people this day and age knew as King Arthur was dead, but not without telling him the truth of what he was. On his death bed the king told him that he was a Vampire, cursed to walk the earth for eternity. This made the young man go into the Vampire stage of ‘berserk’. He was broken, those dreams and ideals that had been instilled upon him were no more. The curse of the Vampire was the worst possible thing that could have ever happened to him, he was searching for a way to die. To die like an honorable knight would, like all of his comrades had. That was all he wanted and he was denied this dream, denied his only wish. The man had been beside himself with rage and killed the invaders without faltering, without anymore loses to the side of his dead king. This ended the invasion and began rumors of a magical being helping Arturus known as ‘Merlin’ and the great sword Excalibur.

Issac sighed; removing the clothes he was currently wearing to change into something that the public would not find a bit too extreme. He pulled out a random ensemble of clothing that he thought would match and he had seen other human males wearing. A pair of faded blue jeans were pulled over his legs then promptly zipped up, along with a fitted long-sleeve gray cotton shirt, some black shoes, and finally a black jacket. The male did not even bother to look in the mirror; he figured that he looked alright when people walked past him without having to do a double take.

Walking outside, with the snow crunching beneath his feet he quickly came to realize he was bored out of his mind. Now, what was he to do when he had already seen most of the world and he had no real friends to be with? The next best thing was to go and harass the young vampire that he has taken in to be his son, Grail. He entertained himself with teasing Grail, but he normally would stop before he went too far.

Grail was the only son of his beloved king and friend. He was the reason Arturus had gone off on the quest for the 'Holy Grail'. There had never been a quest for an item of that sort, it had been an effort that was put out to bring his son back where he belonged before the Saxons decided to kill him. He had been too late for that though, and Grail had become like him. An unchanging entity throughout time that would not die.

He paused before taking another step down the sidewalk, he heard a gun shot not even two blocks away. An old man, the grandfather of one of his underlings, ran by shouting about some bear. Issac could smell the blood, it was the blood of a Lycan. A weak one it seemed that was mixed in with a much more potent scent. He caught the whiff of two more Lycan's it was the scent of a pregnant female who seemed to be bleeding slightly and the other was obviously the mate.

Stopping himself immediately before he took another step in the general direction he saw Grail making his way to the old man, scolding him as he did. That was not the reason he stopped though, this smell, this overwhelming scent of the two Lycan's that were inside of the house. They had the scent of a bloodline he thought had become extinct at least a century ago. At least, that is what everyone else had assumed. Issac had been doing his fair share of research on this particular breed. He had been monitoring the breeding habits of this bloodline as best he could and here were two fine specimens only a few steps away from him.

He wondered to himself why the vampires were all so afraid of this breed, and he had found out in his younger years why. These Lycan's were the ones that had decimated the forces of the Elders in one of the many wars that had broken out over the many years that he had been alive. Unknowingly, Issac, had gotten himself involved and fought one of these beasts to a standstill. Fortunately, for him it was not a berserk one and understood that he was not on the side of the bloodsuckers.

Since then the bloodline had become so scarce that even he thought they had all been killed by their own internal scuffles, much like the vampires they had constant civil wars. The last thing he had heard was that the last ten remaining had been killed off by the Vampire Council and the Lycan Council since neither wanted to deal with something that could actually hurt them.

Issac grinned to himself, here he was with possibly the last two living Lycans of the bloodline and they were on his side of town. On top of that the female was bearing a child, he could not stop the huge smile that planted itself on his mouth. What would happen if the Elders found out? They would not dare to involve themselves with him, since they were currently at a truce. The Elders might even step so low as to ask help from the Lycan Council in order to 'remove' them, maybe this was the break he was searching for. With that on his mind he made his way to where the old man and Grail were arguing.

The old vampire looked to where the girl was laying on the ground, injured. Grail was having to shout at the old man since he could hardly hear or see for that matter. He snorted slightly, letting his breath make a bit of a mist in front of him. He shifted his weight, holding himself in a bit less of an intimidating stance. "Get Lucy to call an ambulance. The wound isn't that bad so if you want she could probably treat it herself, it was only a scratch," sometimes he forgot that what was a scratch to him was a big wound to others. He continued, "She works as a nurse after all."

[Kyrus Highgrave]

Grail The son of king Arthur.

Grail was the only son of Arthur and he had him when he was almost 39 and fairly old in his day and age. He treated his son very well and had his most trusted knight Teach him in the ways of the sword and how to be a Knight of the round table. This knight was Issac. Grail Learned quickly but he was not a leader and he knew it. He preferred following to leading which was always his flaw. His father knew he didn't want to be king and this troubled the poor old king. His only son did not want to follow in his foot steps and for a king to have no heir only leaves him with worry. Grail was however one of the best swordsmen in the kingdom and as such followed Issac to battle to protect his fathers kingdom many times. Until the Saxons began invading. Issac's small patrol was nearly whipped out by them and Grail decided to give them more time to escape by holding off the Saxons. By doing this he was captured by the Saxons lord who was actually a vampire. So as to be able to torture more information out of Grail he decided to turn him into a vampire. But Grail did not tell them anything and so they simply imprisoned him while the invaded the kingdom. Grail not knowing much about the fight tried his best to escape. Coming to realize that he was far stronger then he remembered being only day's before. He broke his bond and ran for it. He wanted to get back to the kingdom but then something strange hit him. He had been getting this weird drink from the prison guard up to this point and he had not gotten any of it recently because the guard was very busy. He felt as if his insides were about to explode from a hunger he had never felt. Then he saw in his lust in this hunger a small girl who was picking herbs in the forest. He watch himself almost as if he was floating over his own body as he ate her. He watched himself devour this poor child screaming on the inside trying to stop himself but failing. Once his body had eaten its fill he regained full control and then realized as he stood over the child's corpse that it wasn't a horrid dream. He felt so much shame. How could a knight of the round table and the son of king Arthur have killed an innocent little child in cold blood. He ran from his duty after this from his home and kingdom he was to ashamed to return to his home. A few months later on his travel he heard that his father had been murdered by Mordred and that Issac had assumed control of the kingdom. He felt this was for the best anyways. He had always wanted Issac to be king anyways because he never really wanted to rule. So he began his journey to find out exactly what he had become. He lost his senses every so often and killed another random traveler or two every few weeks. He would bury them kindly though afterwords. He felt like a demon of death for so long until he found a village ravaged by vampires and they hadn't left yet. He walked around smelling the scent of blood on everything. Then a few of them came out of the shadows lead by a large male figure who spoke. "Good evening my food. I hope you don't mind if I have a bite hehehahahaha." The man had a look of madness in his eyes. He foamed at the mouth some and his followers simply seemed to cower at his feet. Grail sighed softly and knew right away they were what he was. He had seen that look in himself when he lost control and killed people. He simply asked in a quiet tone very calmly. "What are you exactly?" The man looked at his followers laughing insanely and said. "I'm your road to death of course hahahah." Grail knew then that all sanity must be gone but his followers seemed sane. He hoped they may answer him so when the large man finally lunged at him. Grail watch the rabid man as if he moved in slow motion and stepped out of his way. Then calmly walked over to the cowering men and said. "What is he?" The two men looked at each other in shock of what they had just seen then back to Grail and said. "He is a vampire sir..." They didn't seem scared now that he was near them. They seemed to be smiling and they were also covered in blood. Grail figured they were likely also "Vampires" From that point and said. "You are also vampires I take it?" They both nodded and smiled bearing their teeth starting to eye Grail hungrily as well but Grail simply sigh stepping to the left as the larger vampire lunged at his back. The large vampire then slamming into the other two with bone crushing sound. The two smaller vampires tried to get away but the large one was frenzied and began eating them. Grail watched as they all went into a frenzied state and basically ate each other till little to nothing was left of them. They had literally killed themselves in their lust for blood and it was a shocking state. Grail threw up a moment later from the sight of it. While he was bent over a few people walked up behind him and said "Berserkers always make me sick to young one." Grail jumped to his feet drawing his sword in one motion now facing them. A short man and a some what fat and tall one were facing him but only looking at the corpses of the three dead vampires. Grail then said. "Who are you and what are you doing here? Are you like these people?" He said pointing his sword at the vile of torn flesh that was those three wretched creatures. The two glanced at him and said quietly. "We are like them in a way but not the same. We're not insane as you can obviously tell and I'm sure you can smell that we're all the same race including yourself young vampire." And at that Grail finally knew what to call himself now. He had searched for nearly thirty years. And after that he joined with the small band of bandit vampires that those two had been apart of and they tore a path through Europe. Grail simply did what he felt from then on and basically became an animal with a creed. He had basically forgotten what being human was like almost that is until one day when he finally snapped back into his sense's. He was standing over a young girl no older then ten about to eat her when the image of the very first girl he had killed came back to him and like a storm all of the things he had forgotten with it. His father his kingdom all of it. It had been nearly two hundred years by then and he cried. A monster stood over this young child crying. His face that of a vampire about to feed. Nothing close to human in his horridly monstrous eyes and mouth foaming and his teeth beared. But those memories changed him back in an instant. He stood there crying like a human child over this little girl and to his shock the little girl hugged his leg not moving she was crying as well. Grail knew then what he had to do. He had her stay hidden then began stopping the band that he had set loose on this village. All of the vampires were shocked but did as they were told. They left the village and amazingly no one had been seriously injured in this village. He then told the group that he had some how become leader of that he was leaving to go into the mountains to try and control the thirst. They all looked shocked and upset. They had followed Grail through a lot in the nearly seventy year and they didn't want him to leave but he did. He was good to his word and traveled into the most remote mountains that he could find so there would be no humans for him to feed on and there he stayed for nearly five hundred years. But about two hundred years into his self imposed exile the group he had abandoned found him in the wilderness. He was sitting on a rock over looking a vast raven when he noticed movement in the tree's of the raven. Then noticed from a distance that it wasn't an animal. He had become quiet good at tracking pray while in the mountains and his eye sight had improved. He knew they moved to fast to be human so he assumed they were vampires he hid himself and waited. They came right to him and he simply glanced and watched them till he realized he knew them and stepped out of his hiding place under some bushes and said. "I thought I told you all I was going to the mountains to train alone." He glared at them all and they flinched having not noticed he was even there till that moment. They got down and bowed to him and said. "We know Grail but we couldn't do anything right without our leader anymore. Without you leading us we nearly got ourselves killed by hunters and Lycans. So we have been trying to find you. We don't care if your not killing humans anymore we want to follow you Grail." At that the man who spoke placed his face into the dirt and all of the men begged to follow Grail. Well of course Grail was surprised after all he had thought that he had left these men to their murdering and pillage. But some how he had earned their trust even as a monster and now they want to follow him. He later found out from them that they had been doing as he was living off the animals and not humans because their weren't any for them to hunt. But Grail made them all swear to the Knights code before long and swear never to harm humans again. They did and the beginnings of a large organization known as Red water. Now some people may have heard of another group called Black water. Human mercenary who were actually vampire hunters who named themselves after Grail's group basically as a taught.

[Kyrus Highgrave]

Grail yawned softly having been keeping watch from one of the Red water safe house roof. He was watching one of the streets in their territory. Grail was after all second in command of Red water he didn't want to leave it all to the underlings. He had been the leader of Red water for a long time before the current leader showed up. Grail was a former Knight of the round table and the son of King Arthur. Those days were long gone though. Grail still followed his fathers teachings and taught everyone in his and Issac's organization to follow them as well. They followed the code of the knights as taught by his father Arthur he always thought said it best. A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked. Those words have huge meaning in Red water because of their weight on a person. Grail blinked as he realized he had nearly dozed off up until a gun shot went off. He bolted up right and leamed over the building to see what was happening. He quickly saw a dog like creature running into one of the back yards and a old man going as fast as he could to catch said animal. Grail jumped down from the second floor of the building and jogged in the direction of the old man. He finally caught up just as the old man managed to open the fence door to the back yard of the the home that the animal ran into and said. "Gregory!!! Stop!!!" The old man looked up pointing the gun into Grail's face making him duck in shock as he pushed the gun barrel up to avoid being shot as a second shot went off and made all the birds in the tree's near by fly off Grail yelled. "Damnit old man your going to kill someone!!" Gregory then said. "I was trying to kill the bear when you scared me Grail! I got it good just need to finish the bear before it eats my poor lucy!" Grail blinked and walked past him and said. "THAT'S NOT A BEAR ITS A PERSON YOU OLD FART!" Gregory blink and tried to focus his eyes and said. "Are you sure its not a bear? It sure looked like one a minute ago." Grail's hand hit his own face in exasperation and said. "I'M PRETTY DAMN SURE OLD MAN!" He had to yell because Gregory was very hard of hearing and could barely see. He glanced over at the girl bleeding on the floor and sniffed the air immedatly knowing that scent. But it was off somehow as if it was a dead Lycan but it was still breathing. It smelled of death and decay much like a vampire. Grail thought for a moment then the bane of his existence came right up behind him and started barking orders. Issac told Grail to get lucy to help treat her wounds but Grail thought it more likely that Issac simply wanted Lucy to take her Grandfather home. Grail then said. "Late as always and the first thing you do is start talking. It was peaceful before that. But either way Lucy should be at her home across the street why don't you go get her. After all your just standing around like normal." Grail smiled at Issac after snatching the rift from Gregory and tossed it at Issac. Then the girl spoked up Grail quickly turned back noticing she was trying to stand up and was saying she needed no treatment but Grail thought otherwise and said. "Well for someone who need's no treatment your sure a bleeder." Then Grail listened and heard her say her title of Black Phatom and then Grail said to Issac. "Uh why don't you take Gregory for a walk Issac I think I need to help our friend here." As He walked toward her narrowing his vision on her.

[Roslyn Pryce]

♣ Grail ♣ Pendragon ♣

Grail yawned softly, having been keeping watch from one of the Red Water safe house roof. He was watching one of the streets in their territory. Grail was after all second in command of Red Water, he did not want to leave it all to the underlings. He had been the leader of Red Water for a long time before the current leader showed up.

He was a former Knight of the round table and the son of King Arthur. Those days were long gone though. Grail still followed his fathers teachings and taught everyone in their organization to follow them as well. They followed the code of the knights as taught by his father, Arthur, he always thought said it best. A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.

Those words have huge meaning in Red Water because of their weight on a person. Grail blinked as he realized he had nearly dozed off up until a gun shot went off. He bolted up right and leaned over the building to see what was happening. He quickly saw a dog like creature running into one of the back yards and a old man going as fast as he could to catch said animal. Grail jumped down from the second floor of the building and jogged in the direction of the old man.

He finally caught up just as the old man managed to open the fence door to the back yard of the the home that the animal ran into. "Gregory!!! Stop!!!" The old man looked up pointing the gun into Grail's face making him duck in shock as he pushed the gun barrel up to avoid being shot as a second shot went off and made all the birds in the tree's near by fly off Grail yelled, "Damnit old man your going to kill someone!!"

Gregory then replied, "I was trying to kill the bear when you scared me Grail! I got it good just need to finish the bear before it eats my poor lucy!" Grail blinked and walked past him. "THAT'S NOT A BEAR ITS A PERSON YOU OLD FART!" Gregory blink and tried to focus his eyes, "Are you sure its not a bear? It sure looked like one a minute ago."

Grail's hand hit his own face in exasperation and shouted, "I'M PRETTY DAMN SURE OLD MAN!" He had to yell because Gregory was very hard of hearing and could barely see. He glanced over at the girl bleeding on the floor and sniffed the air immedatly knowing that scent, but it was off somehow as if it was a dead Lycan but it was still breathing. It smelled of death and decay much like a vampire.

As Grail thought for a moment then the bane of his existence came right up behind him and started barking orders. Issac told Grail to get Lucy to help treat her wounds, but Grail thought it more likely that Issac simply wanted Lucy to take her Grandfather home. Grail then said to the older vampire, "Late as always and the first thing you do is start talking. It was peaceful before that. But either way Lucy should be at her home across the street why don't you go get her. After all your just standing around like normal."

Grail smiled at Issac after snatching the rifle from Gregory and tossed it at Issac. Then the girl spoked up Grail quickly turned back noticing she was trying to stand up and was saying she needed no treatment. But Grail thought otherwise and with good reason, he let his opinion be known, "Well for someone who need's no treatment your sure a bleeder." Then Grail listened and heard her say her title of Black Phatom and then Grail said to Issac, "Uh why don't you take Gregory for a walk Issac I think I need to help our friend here," as He walked toward her narrowing his vision on her.

[Roslyn Pryce]

Marcos watched as she sniffed his clothes and made a horrible face. He could not help but chuckle a little at it considering the face she made. Then he listened to her complaining that his clothes smelled horrid. He smiled, remembering the events of the night before and was simply just happy he was not on the end of his own sword. Marcos was exhausted; he had not been this tired in a long time. Actually he was so tired he had not noticed the fact that her scent had changed until that very moment. His eyes widened a little as the smell of her musk hit his nose and he gulped. Marcos knew that she was much better then she had been when he had first found her but he knew very well that her time of the month or months as it the case may be that she became almost insane.

He watched her movements though and she was not twitching like she had last time. She was very lucid actually and he was happy about this but still somewhat worried and he was biting the crap out of his own tongue to stop himself from doing anything that his instincts were telling him. Werewolves have a serious issue with controlling themselves. This is often due to their emotions or the need to feed and finally the need to mate; this was one of those three. She was in heat, he hated this every time it came around more then life it self. He watched her face as she told him how she slept and listened as she examined and began to wash the clothes. Then she leaned on the washer she seemed a bit weak kneed but this was normal for her because she almost always became anemic during this particular time.

She walked over to him and grabbed his arms he could feel that most of her weight was now on his arms. Then she began asking him if he had seen things in his dreams that could not be possible. He stared at her and replied, "What you mean like flying or something? Sure I have." He said before shutting up and listening again. The look she was giving him was still a smile but her scent and eyes were frantic. He could feel her tensing up, he was worried it may be because of her being in heat but she still seemed too lucid to be losing control to that. Then she went on and to say she had been dreaming impossible things and that she thought she was losing her mind. He began to be a little worried and yet optimistic that maybe she was beginning to remember. But then he breath began to get heavier and she looked a bit scared as she began telling him about what she had fabricated in her mind as to what happened to there parents he simply listened to that thinking, I wish that was how they died.

Then he stared at, her his eyes widened a bit when she actually began asking about what really happened. She almost begged him to tell her that their parents had not been eaten and that they did not get attacked by a werewolf or that they were actually near a hundred years old. He simply watched her and did not speak he knew she had more to say and did not want to make her loose her break through that may be happening. She then said almost trying to make herself believe that they were normal, but even she questioned even that.

He almost spoke but she kept on now asking what she was to him. This made him a tad nervous. Did she know what happened when they first turned? He turned a bit red. He felt embarrassed and a bit ashamed at the time he had little control in his changed form he was little better then a full blown berserker. Then she went on asking other then siblings what they were. It was not like he could say that he was the alpha of her pack and she was his "mate" in their pack. He did not fully understand it all himself. He just knew that he had killed the werewolf that apparently she had made her mate five years ago and she then turned and followed him from then on even in her Lycan form. But then the question he really did not want to answer came. She asked why she was on birth control.

Marcos put his hand behind his head and scratched. He knew she would not just take any answer for these questions but he new he risked her having a transformation right in front of him if it was too much for her to handle. Marcos had always told himself it was better to tell the truth and so he did, "Ya, mom and dad died to a Lycan who was a kid around the age of eleven. Then it turned on you and I. It bite us and I stabbed it to death but wasn't sure it was fully dead so I dragged you and I down into the basement. While we were down there before the Lycan died it ate the remains of our parents. And yes we are about ninety years old or so. I am eighty seven and you are exactly ninety. No, we're not normal we are both Lycans because of what that berserk Lycan did to us. You are in my pack and thus you are my mate because I am the alpha, and if you had a dream that we mated when we first turned it was actually a memory. Which explains why you’re on the pill as well because, yeah, it would be bad if you had a child with me.” He sat there after that almost out of breath. This was not the first time he had told her all of this and he did not really expect this to be the last either. He held her sides mostly expecting her to turn right then and force him through the door and thought, God I hope she doesn't throw me through another door.

[Kyrus Highgrave]

Marcos watched as she sniffed his clothes and made a horrible face. He could not help but chuckle a little at it considering the face she made. Then he listened to her complaining that his clothes smelled horrid. He smiled, remembering the events of the night before and was simply just happy he was not on the end of his own sword. Marcos was exhausted; he had not been this tired in a long time. Actually he was so tired he had not noticed the fact that her scent had changed until that very moment. His eyes widened a little as the smell of her musk hit his nose and he gulped. Marcos knew that she was much better then she had been when he had first found her but he knew very well that her time of the month or months as it the case may be that she became almost insane.

He watched her movements though and she was not twitching like she had last time. She was very lucid actually and he was happy about this but still somewhat worried and he was biting the crap out of his own tongue to stop himself from doing anything that his instincts were telling him. Werewolves have a serious issue with controlling themselves. This is often due to their emotions or the need to feed and finally the need to mate; this was one of those three. She was in heat, he hated this every time it came around more then life it self. He watched her face as she told him how she slept and listened as she examined and began to wash the clothes. Then she leaned on the washer she seemed a bit weak kneed but this was normal for her because she almost always became anemic during this particular time.

She walked over to him and grabbed his arms he could feel that most of her weight was now on his arms. Then she began asking him if he had seen things in his dreams that could not be possible. He stared at her and replied, "What you mean like flying or something? Sure I have." He said before shutting up and listening again. The look she was giving him was still a smile but her scent and eyes were frantic. He could feel her tensing up, he was worried it may be because of her being in heat but she still seemed too lucid to be losing control to that. Then she went on and to say she had been dreaming impossible things and that she thought she was losing her mind. He began to be a little worried and yet optimistic that maybe she was beginning to remember. But then he breath began to get heavier and she looked a bit scared as she began telling him about what she had fabricated in her mind as to what happened to there parents he simply listened to that thinking, I wish that was how they died.

Then he stared at, her his eyes widened a bit when she actually began asking about what really happened. She almost begged him to tell her that their parents had not been eaten and that they did not get attacked by a werewolf or that they were actually near a hundred years old. He simply watched her and did not speak he knew she had more to say and did not want to make her loose her break through that may be happening. She then said almost trying to make herself believe that they were normal, but even she questioned even that.

He almost spoke but she kept on now asking what she was to him. This made him a tad nervous. Did she know what happened when they first turned? He turned a bit red. He felt embarrassed and a bit ashamed at the time he had little control in his changed form he was little better then a full blown berserker. Then she went on asking other then siblings what they were. It was not like he could say that he was the alpha of her pack and she was his "mate" in their pack. He did not fully understand it all himself. He just knew that he had killed the werewolf that apparently she had made her mate five years ago and she then turned and followed him from then on even in her Lycan form. But then the question he really did not want to answer came. She asked why she was on birth control.

Marcos put his hand behind his head and scratched. He knew she would not just take any answer for these questions but he new he risked her having a transformation right in front of him if it was too much for her to handle. Marcos had always told himself it was better to tell the truth and so he did, "Yea, mom and dad died to a Lycan who was a kid around the age of eleven. Then it turned on you and I. It bite us and I stabbed it to death but wasn't sure it was fully dead so I dragged you and I down into the basement. While we were down there before the Lycan died it ate the remains of our parents. And yes we are about ninety years old or so. I am eighty seven and you are exactly ninety. No, we're not normal we are both Lycans because of what that berserk Lycan did to us. You are in my pack and thus you are my mate because I am the alpha, and if you had a dream that we mated when we first turned it was actually a memory. Which explains why you’re on the pill as well because, yeah, it would be bad if you had a child with me.” He sat there after that almost out of breath. This was not the first time he had told her all of this and he did not really expect this to be the last either. He held her sides mostly expecting her to turn right then and force him through the door and thought, God I hope she doesn't throw me through another door. Marcos heard all of a sudden a gun shot outside and turned for a moment but then the obviously more important then any gun going off was right in front of him so he focused again.

[Roslyn Pryce]

☠ Marcos ☠ Alejandro ☠

Arevalo ☠

Marcos watched as she sniffed his clothes and made a horrible face. He could not help but chuckle a little at it considering the face she made. Then he listened to her complaining that his clothes smelled horrid. He smiled, remembering the events of the night before and was simply just happy he was not on the end of his own sword. Marcos was exhausted; he had not been this tired in a long time. Actually he was so tired he had not noticed the fact that her scent had changed until that very moment. His eyes widened a little as the smell of her musk hit his nose and he gulped. Marcos knew that she was much better then she had been when he had first found her but he knew very well that her time of the month or months as it the case may be that she became almost insane.

He watched her movements though and she was not twitching like she had last time. She was very lucid actually and he was happy about this but still somewhat worried and he was biting the crap out of his own tongue to stop himself from doing anything that his instincts were telling him. Werewolves have a serious issue with controlling themselves. This is often due to their emotions or the need to feed and finally the need to mate; this was one of those three. She was in heat, he hated this every time it came around more than life it self. He watched her face as she told him how she slept and listened as she examined and began to wash the clothes. Then she leaned on the washer she seemed a bit weak kneed but this was normal for her because she almost always became anemic during this particular time.

She walked over to him and grabbed his arms he could feel that most of her weight was now on his arms. Then she began asking him if he had seen things in his dreams that could not be possible. He stared at her and replied, "What you mean like flying or something? Sure I have." He said before shutting up and listening again. The look she was giving him was still a smile but her scent and eyes were frantic. He could feel her tensing up, he was worried it may be because of her being in heat but she still seemed too lucid to be losing control to that. Then she went on and to say she had been dreaming impossible things and that she thought she was losing her mind. He began to be a little worried and yet optimistic that maybe she was beginning to remember. But then he breath began to get heavier and she looked a bit scared as she began telling him about what she had fabricated in her mind as to what happened to there parents he simply listened to that thinking, I wish that was how they died.

Then he stared at, her his eyes widened a bit when she actually began asking about what really happened. She almost begged him to tell her that their parents had not been eaten and that they did not get attacked by a werewolf or that they were actually near a hundred years old. He simply watched her and did not speak he knew she had more to say and did not want to make her loose her break through that may be happening. She then said almost trying to make herself believe that they were normal, but even she questioned even that.

He almost spoke but she kept on now asking what she was to him. This made him a tad nervous. Did she know what happened when they first turned? He turned a bit red. He felt embarrassed and a bit ashamed at the time he had little control in his changed form he was little better then a full blown berserker. Then she went on asking other then siblings what they were. It was not like he could say that he was the alpha of her pack and she was his "mate" in their pack. He did not fully understand it all himself. He just knew that he had killed the werewolf that apparently she had made her mate five years ago and she then turned and followed him from then on even in her Lycan form. But then the question he really did not want to answer came. She asked why she was on birth control.

Marcos put his hand behind his head and scratched. He knew she would not just take any answer for these questions but he new he risked her having a transformation right in front of him if it was too much for her to handle. Marcos had always told himself it was better to tell the truth and so he did, "Yea, mom and dad died to a Lycan who was a kid around the age of eleven. Then it turned on you and I. It bite us and I stabbed it to death but wasn't sure it was fully dead so I dragged you and I down into the basement. While we were down there before the Lycan died it ate the remains of our parents. And yes we are about ninety years old or so. I am eighty seven and you are exactly ninety. No, we're not normal we are both Lycans because of what that berserk Lycan did to us. You are in my pack and thus you are my mate because I am the alpha, and if you had a dream that we mated when we first turned it was actually a memory. Which explains why you’re on the pill as well because, yeah, it would be bad if you had a child with me.”

He sat there after that almost out of breath. This was not the first time he had told her all of this and he did not really expect this to be the last either. He held her sides mostly expecting her to turn right then and force him through the door and cringed at the thought of her tossing him aside. Marcos heard an unexpected gun shot outside, he turned toward the noise for a moment. Then he realized that the obvious more important thing than any gun going off was right in front of him so he focused again.

[Roslyn Pryce]

Ok well I am Code name Lokiel. My real name is a secret kept by the government because I was in covert ops for the special forces(Navy Seals) I have many different names Loki, Walking blaze, Burning man the list goes on. Most of them have something to do with fire's though. You see when I was in the military I studied arms manufacuring on the side.(Mostly a hobby because my squad would tend to get the most advance equipment) Because we were the front line on infiltration we would often be the ones live testing new technologies such as the plasma gloves. Originally made for cold tempature theater's basically anywhere it snows. They originally use was to keep the soliders hands from being cold so they could shoot more accurately in cold climates. I on the other hand saw a more interesting use. The gloves used a small amount of plasma energy harnessed to keep your hands warm. Well I sermised that if one were to reinforce the gloves to resist the heat(stop the heat from touching the hands) and make the plasma out put double or triple they could ignite the air around them and use it as a weapon. The inventer of the mechine thought it was an insane idea. So I had to try right? During a mission into russia I figured I would put my idea to the test. That is also when I earned my first nickname and was thus forever marked as the man of fire. Now at the time I hadn't intended for this to happen you see I just wanted to cause a small fire. But what actually happened was something a kin to thermite(A comonet used in rocket fuel) and ice mixing. I turned on the glove and the snow became a giant bomb. the error ended up taking out one of russia's key military bases(which was not our objective at all our mission was to learn about a new form of storage that the russian's had invented). Amazingly enough though we had manage to survive the massive explotion that resembled crimson flames and like I said it earned me my first nickname. Lokiel of the crimson flames.(Lokiel was a gamer tag I used when playing shooting games with my squad ironic to find out that he was a god of flame who knew?)Also that day would forever be remembered in Russia as the day of the crimson flames. You see the explotion started a forest fire that covered half of Russia by the end of it. I was 19 at the time but anyways we did complete our mission the Russia's had created something called folding space. Basically it enables someone to over lame space onto itself to store basically anything. Very dumbed down way of saying your making your own mini universe that holds what ever you want(This isn't totally true but it explains it easiest)But it was very simple and crude. They had figured out the basic workings and it DID work but the only protype that they had made was to big and unwieldly for personal use. But our mission was to steal it and we did. After my little tinkering with the glove though the inventor wanted my insane brain to tell him how I had done that with his glove but I told him that I had only turned up the heat heh. The funny part of it was they wanted me to see about the folding space invention. I told them that it was to big and that with what we know now it should be smaller. That inventor managed to make a totally useless folded space mechine that would hold maybe a car and was about the size of a car...so basically it did nothing. The russian's version could hold the size of a small house and was about the size of a big truck so it was useful to the military but the energy cost made them scrap the idea completely. But I knew it had to be possible to make one capable of holding more then that and it didn't need to be so big. So after I was "transfered" from my special ops job to a much more co vert one I started working on my own folded space mechine and It did work. MY version isn't so big. Its about the size of a wrist watch and I did this by comping the plasma glove tech with the folding space emiter an..blah blah blah Blah blaaah blah blah.....Your not listening are you? Anyways with this little mechine I can carry any weapon that I deem useful and with a bit of modifying of both the glove and the folding space emiter I turned them into my main weapon of choice. Heh or many weapons at the same time.