Welcome to Gaia! ::

(Right, so, the rules stand thus:
1. Read the title. Hopefully it gives you some clues as to the required skill level and the setting.
2. Live up to the title:
a. Do not godmode.
b. Try to avoid one-liners, except in cases of writer's block.
c. Pay attention to your spelling and grammar.
d. No chatspeak will be tolerated except OOC.
e. INDICATE your OOC, I don't care how as long as it's clear.
f. Be original.
g. My word is law.
3. If you do not understand any of the rules, you probably shouldn't be here.
4. Keep it PG-13 or better; minimize cussing, and exclude explicit content.
5. This shall be long-term; I can usually only be on once or twice a week, and not for long, so this'll probably be the sort of roleplay where you check back and reply once every couple of days, unless we happen to be on at the same time.
6. Your intros can be in list OR paragraph form, just be sure to give us enough information to work with. They don't have to be as long as mine.
7. If I'm not here, go ahead and post; but beware, any objectionable material (whether it's not obeying the rules, not meeting literacy requirements, harassing other players, and the like) will get you booted out of here as soon as I get back.
8. All races are allowed, but be sensible; if we're in a snowy forest, and your character is a mermaid, you're probably on the wrong board.
9. Read the intro, and try to skim at least some of the posts that come before you get here. I don't want people talking about a desert if I'm at the ocean.
10. Post Icy if you have read this.)

((icy, i'd be honored to join.))

The night is demon to many and goddess to few. Her wings spread across the world at the end of every day, and her thousand thousand eyes, glistening pinpricks, see all. Her secrets she will reveal, but she speaks only to those who know how to listen.
She favors most of all those who see the true beauty of her silvery face; these she blesses with her most powerful gifts, along with long life, deep sleep, and cold beauty. In turn, they are spurned by the world as monsters and devil worshipers.
Foolish mortals, fearing what they refuse to understand.
The woman's thoughts as she looked down on the village followed a well-trodden path in her mind. She sighed and shifted in her new favorite tree. The smooth bark and high branches made it unlikely she would be either seen or pursued, and there was a fork in one limb that was just the right size to be comfortable, and provided a perfect view of the village.
Flicking a strand of jet-black hair hair out of her face, she focused her attention on a door that had just opened near the town square. A girl, barely old enough to be allowed outside on her own, giggled as she ran around the side of the house, down the streets and into the waiting forest.
Wine-red eyes sparkled as the woman smiled, showing sharp fangs. It was time to feed.
She stood, shaking a little stiffness out of her legs, and spread her webbed ebony wings as she dropped, silent as a shadow, from her perch.

The screaming.
The blood.
The flesh.
The struggle.
He put it behind him, into the darkest parts of his mind, putting it away to resolve another day. Right now he needed to get out.
The shadows called to him, and he listened. The man dove into the shadows as someone else would dive into water, melting it appeared into their very fabric. He moved through them, leaving the town to resubstantiate in the shadows of a large tree. Turning the black orbs that served as his eyes now to the moon, he shook his head, "Luc, what have you become?"
It was time.
Time to rejoin the others, to rejoin the other outcasts, suffering and wallowing in their own curses. At least....that was how he viewed it. He wondered to himself how the others could enjoy all the killing and pain they caused. He sighed and dove back into the welcome darkness, gliding within it for awhile, thinking and taking solace in the silence. He reached his destination, slowly becoming one of the dancing shadows the campfire cast deep within the forest. Deeper than any sane mortal would dare to go at night for fear of them, for fear of those...like him.

The few others that he had fallen in with had not returned yet from their own hunts. He missed the company, a campfire was a very lonely place sometimes. Visions of the hunt swam before his eyes, the poor man had no chance, throat slit before he knew what was happening, but he still put up a fight for his flesh. Luc shook his head to clear it, he hated that he craved flesh while some of the others only wanted blood or energy, it meant he had to kill, he was like some woodland beast, glinting teeth seeming almost filed to points they were so sharp. He stared at his pale hands with a longing in his eyes almost. He wished they could tan again, that they could look healthy, that they could look human.
A tear drew a black line down his pale cheek, he wiped it away, cursing. Even his tears were monstrous now. He sobbed, holding his head in his hands, body shaking with each convulsion. "what did i do to deserve this?" he said softly to himself, bringing his knees to his chest and making himself into a ball.

Luc turned his blackened eyes to the sky, seeing a female figure in the trees. He dried his eyes and put on a sad smile, "nothing important sister." he said softly. She was one like him, he was sure of it. He noticed a small line of blood from the corner of her mouth, "been hunting?" he asked softly. He crossed his arms, hands resting upon the hilts of the daggers he kept sheathed on his forearms, while she was like him, not all like him were moral and kind creatures, and it was always good to stay on your guard with strangers, no matter the kind.

Luc looked away, though one couldnt tell but for the turning of his head. He would seem weak but he could defend himself if needs be. "i weep because the night has already sung for me." he said softly, showing her his bloody palms, a tear running down his cheek before he could stop it. "i wish i could sustain myself on blood alone," he said softly, "but it is flesh that i thrive on, and so i must kill." he added. He drew a pouch from his hip, taking out what looked like a chunk of meat, he bit into it slightly, tearing off a bloody piece, "do you enjoy it?" he asked softly of her, "or does it torment you as it does me?"