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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:02 pm
Story~
The sun is rising,
and screams have gone,
As far as any of the outsiders know, the small town of Hayford was a nice, peaceful yet busy community. Until night time, that is.
Normal legends say that werewolves only transform on full moons. Not in this tale. In this tale, werewolves transform every single night.
Every night the residents of Hayford run into their homes and hide away, as innocent beings by day are turned into werewolves by force at night. These innocent humans never asked for these transformations. They are burdened with it, for they can never control themselves once they turn.
These poor burdened beings are known to all as the monsters. But the name isn't right. These beings aren't monsters, but poor and unfortunate souls. They kill many at night, mostly the idiots who decide to roam around at night. When the streets are empty, the werewolves break into houses to feed on other beings.
The worst part of their situation is that, since they can't control their actions when they transform, they have no idea whose lives they are taking away. It could be their loved ones, it could be their family or their siblings-- they wouldn't know until the morning, when they saw with horror of the aftermath.
The werewolves all stay together, like in a pack. They treat each other like the best of friends-- they're the only ones who understand each other. But nobody would find that weird, because many people their age nromally stayed together in groups, especially after dark.
There are a group of people trying to figure out a cure for these humans. These people also consist of the werewolves' loved ones, friends, or simply someone who wants to help and believes that these werewolves aren't really monsters. While they search for the solution, the werewolves are at war with their minds, and throughout all that, the real danger occurs-- if you thought that the situation wasn't terrible enough already. These people consider themselves to be called Cure.
Enter the hunters. This is yet another group of civilians who want to rid this town of these monsters, the easy way. Also known as killing them off. They hide at night and plot their attackings, waiting for the day that they take out the monsters. They can't attack them during the day, because they can not see them turn monster and back-- meaning that they have no idea which humans are the monsters.
So, the question remains: Who are you? Are you among the unfortunate werewolves? Or are you among the Cure, and believe these monsters really aren't monsters? But perhaps you are a Hunter, or even just some bystander or someone who doesn't have any idea what to do. The choice is yours.
Too many have fallen,
few still stand tall.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:30 pm
Rules~
> I am sure you've heard this rule at least once. Please, please, PLEASE follow the Gaia ToS. It's just that simple!
> NO CYBERING! I will have NONE of it! It is so disgusting, and that just ultimately breaks rule number one as well!
> No godmodding, autohitting, powerplaying, etc. It's not fair, at all. And nobody is invincible. Not even the werewolves.
> By the way, NO FLAMING! Be respectful towards fellow roleplayers! PLEASE!
> Please be at least semi-literate. Three to four sentences minimum, and more than that is absolutely welcome. Do NOT use asteriks (**) for actions, and use quotation marks ("") for speech! Pretend you're writing a school paper, or something! Also try to spell things RIGHT. It's okay if you don't know how to spell something. If that is the case, ask for help! We will be respectful and help you with your spelling or grammatical errors.
> Cursing is fine and dandy, but please do NOT drop the f-bomb everywhere you go! Romance and violence are also encouraged, because that's the whole point of the roleplay! But keep EVERYTHING under PG-14. Remember not to cyber, and do NOT describe how a werewolf rips a body apart. Okay? You can say that he ripped the body apart, but nothing more. No internal organ spilling or anything like that. Some people may have a weak stomach, in any case.
> Once you join, STAY ACTIVE! Please, don't just send in a character, make an opening post, and then leave without any notice. If you're going to be leaving, tell me! And if, like, you lose the internet for a long time and you didn't see it coming, let me know upon your return. I'll understand. But if you give me that excuse, and I saw you posting on someone else's roleplay throughout the time you claim you were gone, I WILL know.
> I will provide you with a profile skeleton. STICK to the CORRECT one. No alterations, and NO unknowns. Okay?
> Speaking of profiles, I would like you to pm them to me. Title your profiles accordingly to the name of the group: "Cure," "Monster," "Other," or "Hunter." You will not be putting a ninja in the beginning of your profile. I want you to put a dramallama at the end of your profile.
> If you are not a monster/werewolf, then you are HUMAN! And you will NOT be allowed ANY magic! Okay? Werewolves don't have magic either. They just have strength and speed, and the sharp claws and teeth. And werewolves and monsters are the SAME thing, in case you got confused.
> Hey, you wanna kill a character? If you're planning on killing off a character whom someone is playing, you must get the consent of the person whose character you're killing. And then, both of you must pm me to make sure you two are in an agreement. PM me if you're going to kill off your own character yourself.
> Okay, I've changed my mind. Instead of a dramallama at the end of your pm, put a mrgreen at the beginning.
> I will only accept EIGHT werewolves. First come, first serve. Wanna make sure you get the spot? It'd be best if you reserve, unless there are still at least six or five werewolf spots left.
> For the history of how the eight werewolves came to be, check on my werewolf bio.
> I am the GOD of this roleplay. That means I have every right to add, change, or perhaps break one of the non-important rules, or the godmodding rule. But I really try not to godmod too much anyways. ^-^
> Enjoy! ^^
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:33 pm
Available Positions~
> Alpha Werewolf --- Taken by me!
> Beta Werewolf --- Taken by Nine_Tailed_Dragon_Demon
> Werewolf 3 --- Taken by Einnor829
> Werewolf 4
> Werewolf 5
> Werewolf 6
> Werewolf 7
> Werewolf 8
> Lead Hunter
> Lead Cure
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:36 pm
Profile Skeletons~ [align=center][size=11][color=yourchoice][b]I don't call the shots anymore.[/b] {Insert Gaianame Here} [b]does.[/b]
[b]Oh, you can call me[/b] {Name}.
[b]I am[/b] {Age written out- 14-22} [b]years old.[/b]
[b]I happen to be[/b] {Gender}[b], thank you very much![/b]
[b]But even so, I prefer[/b] {Men, Women, or Both}.
[b]If you haven't figured me out yet, I'm[/b] {A hunter, a monster, an other, or part of the Cure.}
[b]Listen here, I have a great story to tell![/b] {Bio. Four sentences MINIMUM! More than that is GREAT!}
[b]Don't tell anyone... but I like[/b] {Crush/Lover-- Put unknown if you want.}
[b]The song I love the most is[/b] {Theme song Title. Link is optional.} [b]by[/b] {band/singer/etc}.
[b]Oh, you know, I love[/b] {Likes. Minimum of four}. [b]But I cannot STAND[/b] {Dislikes. Minimum of four}.
[b]Look at me! Look at me![/b] {Use an Anime picture. But put it in a LINK. OR you can created a VERY detailed description. If you're a monster, include a pic of your human form, and of your werewolf form.}
[b]Oh, I almost forgot![/b] {Other. Optional}.[/color][/size][/align]
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:42 pm
~Accepted Profiles~
Monsters-- I don't call the shots anymore. Sam- Knight of Darkness does.
Oh, you can call me Miyuki Kuromori.
I am seventeen years old.
I happen to be female, thank you very much!
But even so, I prefer both men and women.
If you haven't figured me out yet, I'm a monster.
Listen here, I have a great story to tell! I wouldn't go so far as to say that my story is 'great.' In fact, it's pretty depressing. Well, I was born into a normal family in the peaceful village of Hayford. I have two older twin brothers, an aunt, and an uncle. My parents died shortly after I was born, apparently. There isn't anything special about this. It was a normal life and all-- you know, being taught the proper education, socializing with friends, all that stuff. I was taught to play the piano. I can play it well, too-- I can play many songs by memorization, or by ear. I don't like sheet music, but playing the piano soothes me greatly.
My two twin brothers, Mikael and Kade, they're a strange pair. When I was thirteen, Kade dyed his hair green. Don't ask why he chose green of all colors. But we were always together, despite our differences, and the fact that Kade was, for some reason, trying to give us the cold shoulder. Okay, so at least me and Mikael were trying to stick together. That was until my fourteenth birthday. On the night of my fourteenth birthday, I was walking around the town. My brothers were watching over the house while I did so, and my aunt and uncle were on a business trip. I suppose you could say I was enjoying my small, peaceful walk. And then they came. A small pack of wolves. Little did I know at the time, they were actually werewolves. People ran about for cover, and still had yet to figure out what really was going on. Then, they came my way. They attacked me.
I'm not going to go into too much detail. Somehow though, after five minutes, I looked as though I had been unharmed. I felt a little sore, but I could feel no more blood. I looked into a reflection, and there, I saw a black wolf, standing up, staring right back at me. This wolf, I soon realized, was me. The previous werewolves had stopped near my house. I had run back as fast as I could, which surprisingly had been very fast, and tried to save my brothers. I fought off the werewolves, until my brother, Kade, came and killed most of them. He was about to shoot at me, but luckily I had gotten away just in time. Not too long after... I seemed to lose the control I had. I had murdered and fed off of a couple people that night... It had also mixed my DNA with about three others. The following morning, I discovered something. There were seven other people around my age who suffered the same fate as I. Three of them had suffered this fate because of me.
Knowing that I couldn't control myself at night... it's terrifying. I always desperately hope that people would hide themselves well, that the night would not have been so long at that time. It's frightening to know that many people die because of me. So the following morning, I told Mikael. Kade had sworn revenge on the werewolves, in the name of those who had fallen. I couldn't bear to tell him, I didn't want him to know. But I could trust Mikael to keep it a secret. And so, the long days of worry, and the long nights of torturous murder continued. I grew close with the other seven werewolves, and I am considered as the leader of the pack. I'm aware of the group of people trying to help find us a cure-- Mikael is among them, after all. And we're stuck running from my other brother, oblivious to my turning and still clueless as to why I disappear every night. But I know that would soon change...
Don't tell anyone... but I like somebody, to be determined at a later date.
The song I love the most is Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace.
Oh, you know, I love playing the piano, eating chocolate, protecting my new friends, reading, thunder, and rain. I also love my brothers, as it tears me apart knowing that one of them is unknowingly after my own head. But I cannot STAND people who hurt my pack in any way, physically or emotionally. I hate seeing my friends in despair as we're unable to control ourselves as we murder innocent villagers. I don't like being called a monster though. I've begun to hate the night, though do not mistake it for fearing the dark-- because I'm not. I don't like the fact that my brother, Kade, has no idea that I'm among the wolves he's after, but I know I have to accept it.
Look at me! Look at me! Human. Monster.
Oh, I almost forgot! I am really good with hand-to-hand combat skills. I also don't like it when people mess with me. I'm tough, if you ticked me off I could beat you to a pulp then and there. Don't believe me? Watch. I don't call the shots anymore. Nine_Tailed_Dragon_Demon does.
Oh, you can call me Kyoudai Kurisutaru.
I am seventeen years old.
I happen to be female, thank you very much!
But even so, I prefer girls.
If you haven't figured me out yet, I'm a monster.
Listen here, I have a great story to tell! My story isn't the greatest, and its more disturbing than joyful like most other people. I was born into a pretty rich family, or so I thought.. My REAL family was in Japan, being one of the richest ones in the region. I had not known this, because as a child, I was to hyper and naive to take notice to wealth. I lived with this family until I was about 5, when I was moved to live in America with my real mother. She and my father had gotten a divorce, and since my mother won me when splitting things up in court, my father gave her half of his wealth to help keep me alive and well. I was still to easily distracted to know about anything.
Around the age of seven, I was a pretty good child still. I was well known with the kids at school, and I was already drawing pretty well pictures back then. We always made little clubs in the back of my late fathers truck, locking the doors as the girls we hated came walking by. Back then, everything was innocent and playful. When I turned 8, my mom bought me a pair of twin puppies. I named them Zenta and Xiaku, and they were the playfullest things I have ever seen. It seemed like they never slept at all. I fell in love and they became my best friends, even if I didn't understand them. In the first few weeks, they already knew where my room was, and tended to sleep on my bed with me. It was much more comforting than being alone.
Around the age of 13, I was a bit more self concealed, sticking more to myself than relying on others. This was the year that pretty much changed my life. One night, as I was walking home late from a friends house, I was suddenly grabbed by the waist and was pulled backward, a hand over my mouth. I was dragged into a house of some sort, and it was almost pitch black. I was scared, but what made me start screaming profanity was the fact that my captor has started to remove my clothing. Seeing as I was struggling, he began tying me up. After this, he continued to undress me against my will. We were to far away from any houses for anybody to hear my screaming, but I still tried incase anybody had happened to walk by. I was unfortunate, as nobody happened to walk by. I was completely nude at this point, and the man who had taken me had taken full on advantage of my early puberty, grabbing and messing with me like I was a toy.
By the time I was set free, he had raped me and had played with my body as much as be possibly could. I was full on aware of what had happened, and my face was covered with tears from begging him to stop. The moment he had untied me, he had burst out and ran. I had to dress myself up again, my eyes almost completely blurred from crying. There was a huge knot in my stomach, and I was to embarrassed to tell anybody what happened that night. The moment I came home, I ran up the stairs crying, locking myself in my room and hiding in my closet, hugging my knees for the whole night. After this night, I never trusted anybody the same, and stayed away from all the boys around. I thought twice about everything past that night.
As I grew older, I still hadn't told anybody about my virginity being lost. I didn't want everybody to think of me as weak and useless. I had barely any friends anymore, and even though they were there, I never depended on them. I had started training myself to be as strong as I possibly could. I was faster than any of the other girls in my class, and I had learned moves that nobody else could do. I was considered a ninja, because I could kick really high and dodged most anything without even paying attention.
Around the age of fifteen, I woke up in the middle of the night, much shorter than I was when I went to sleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw something long and purple sticking out of my face. I looked at my hands and saw paws in my place, and felt something sticking out of my lower back, right under my hips. There was a tail there. I was somewhat scared, until I started thinking that it was all just a dream. But, it kept happening consecutively, night after night. I eventually started feeling complete anger welling up inside my heart, and started to rip up things in my room. I started staying up later and later until I just couldn't sleep anymore, so I started going out at night, making sure to stay away from anybody I could. Any time somebody came across me, I lashed out at them, when all I wanted my body to do was to scare them away, but I ended up killing them or severely hurting them.
Now that I'm seventeen, almost eighteen, I've learned that I turn into a a wolf at night. I've found few others that also do this transformation, and are somewhat friends to them, but only the girls. I only really trust the first one I met.. Miyuki. I still keep my distance, keeping to my own world so nobody can get to close to me, but she's the closet person to my world that I've had since I was a little girl. I still haven't told anybody about that one night.. It haunts me still, and I inflict it on other people with rage as I turn into a monster at night.
Don't tell anyone... but I like Nobody as of yet, thank you.
The song I love the most is New Divide by Linkin Park.
Oh, you know, I love drawing, but more over like writing. I am very fond with electronics, and can fix most of them with ease. I like to take things apart, and try to put them back together. Its somehow relaxing. I listen to music with a passion, paying close attention to the lyrics instead of the base or anything else. I also like to cook things for myself, and I'm pretty good at it. I tend to get down and dirty if need be, and I can go full on rage on anybody who treats me wrong. I love when it starts pouring, and I tend to go outside when it does. But I cannot STAND when people accuse me of things I haven't done. It ticks me off. People tend to get a slap in the face for not taking their own advise, and by me, none the less. People who call me a nerd just because I have glasses on tick me off, and normally get a good hit to the face and or stomach. Prissy girls that walk about acting like they're the queens of everything piss me off. I hate the color pink, though I love the color of my hair and eyes.
Look at me! Look at me! Human Monster
Oh, I almost forgot! I am very hard to befriend. I hardly trust anyone fully, and I tend to stay by myself most of the time. I have a very fragile heart after what happened as a pre-teen. I had an abortion when I was 14. I had paid the doctors not to share it with my parents, so my parents dont even know what happened to me. They still think of me as their innocent little girl. They just have no idea... I don't call the shots anymore. Einnor829 does.
Oh, you can call me Lupine. I no longer use my real name.
I am twenty years old.
I happen to be male , thank you very much!
But even so, I prefer both men and women.
If you haven't figured me out yet, I'm a monster
Listen here, I have a great story to tell! I was orphaned when I was just three months old. From there, until the age of 5, I was passed from orphanage to orphanage all across my homeland: Wales. I left when I was five and, upon learning of my wolven ways by means of killing a farm full of cattle, I 'embraced' my werewolf ways by turning into a wolf and staying one at all times. Even in the morning I am a wolf. Since then I have traveled across the world through way of trickery, speed, and deception.
I have complete control of myself during the day while I am a wolf, but at night, like the rest, I have nothing. I have been in my wolf form for 15 years now. I no longer know what I look like, I doubt I could function as a human, and I barely remember my name... Shinishi Shinjicu.
When I came to Hayford, I was surprised to find other werewolves, but I was shocked that I was the only one who could control themselves during the day.
I dislike the Leader of the Werewolves and the Beta Wolf, as I feel they are trying to get me to join them.
I am a lone wolf and shall stay that way until I die!
Don't tell anyone... but I like no one. I live alone.......
The song I love the most is I Stand Alone by Bryan White in Quest For Camelot.
Oh, you know, I love warmth, running, the hunt, traveling, and being treated with the respect I deserve. But I cannot STAND being stuck in one place for a long time, not being allowed to do as I please, loosing my prey, or being treated like a pet or puppy.
Look at me! Look at me! I prowl by day and I kill by night. Can you believe I actually look like this? I have not been human in 15 years.
Oh, I almost forgot! I speak to others using the ability thought speak. All werewolves can use it in their wolf form, but at night, without control, they never realize it. I also have a large set of scars on my chest and back that are hidden by my fur that I keep a secret. I am not proud of how I got them.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:44 pm
~Accepted Profiles~
Members of the Cure-- I don't call the shots anymore. Sam- Knight of Darkness does.
Oh, you can call me Mikael Kuromori.
I am eighteen years old.
I happen to be male, thank you very much!
But even so, I prefer Both.
If you haven't figured me out yet, I'm part of the Cure.
Listen here, I have a great story to tell! I am the younger twin, between me and Kade. But I'm also a year older than Mitsuki, my sister. Me and Kade always were together. You never saw us separated, at all. We always agreed on everything, and we never fought. And we had looked so much alike, nobody except Mitsuki herself could ever tell us apart. We both even needed glasses. The two of us were so alike, that anyone rarely could tell us apart. Aside from Mitsuki, those who guessed right had no reason behind it. It was just at random. When we were fourteen, Kade had somehow grown tired of me, in some ways. He seemed to be cold towards me, and never really talked to me. I still don't understand why. One day, Kade went as far as to dye his hair green. It was a forest green that could have been mistaken for a black from afar, but he had actually dyed it a different color, nevertheless. Kade seemed to act differently too. He acted cold towards everyone, not just me. Though, there were times when Kade didn't act that way towards Mitsuki. We both loved our younger sister dearly, so we could never be so stressed around her for too long a time. After that, Kade started to leave the house for long periods of time. Me and Mitsuki were always worried about him.
This continued on until the night of Mitsuki's fourteenth birthday. Mitsuki was roaming on her own that night. I was watching TV, and Kade was sitting at his desk, working on something. I didn't really bother to figure out what it was, though. I remember watching as Kade stood up suddenly, and from his own room he had pulled out a rifle. And then, I heard screams. Startled, I jumped to my feet and rushed to the door to see what was going on, but Kade beat me to it. He was out the door, standing on the porch, watching. And I simply was looking on with mixed emotions. Was I supposed to be afraid? Or was I supposed to be calm about all this? What was going on, and where was Mitsuki?
I remembered hearing gunshots. My head had snapped up, and I saw Kade shooting at a bunch of wolves, standing on hind legs. Werewolves. All I could remember hoping, was that Mitsuki would be okay. I saw another black wolf come along, and it seemed to be fighting off the werewolves that had come for us. But then, despite the wolf's efforts, Kade shot at that one as well anyway. I didn't understand my brother at all that night; he was so calm and collected throughout the entire thing. When the wolves stopped coming, Kade still stood there. And he stood there for the rest of the night, until the sun began to rise. I would have gone to bed, but I was far too worried about Mitsuki. Had something happened to her?
Shortly after the wolves had left our area, I had gone inside for a little bit. At that point, I was curious to see what my twin had been working on. So, I arrived at the desk, and began to read through some of the books Kade had out. They were all about werewolves.
It seemed that for the past year or two, Kade had been fixated on werewolves. And then tonight they had come. Had Kade known this entire time? Why wouldn't he tell me and Mitsuki then? Why not me? And why had he not prevented Mitsuki from going out if that was the case? These thoughts had angered me, did he not care about our little sister's wellbeing anymore? Did he think, now that she was fourteen, that she could take care of herself? Needless to say, I had no trouble with ignoring my brother for the rest of the night.
The next morning, I found Kade and Mitsuki at the doorstep. Kade was sitting in a chair, sleeping. And Mitsuki seemed to had just arrived as I walked out. Mitsuki had explained to me that she'd told Kade that she had hidden in a friend's house for the night. It seemed Kade had been convinced, but with the way she'd spoken to me about it, I knew that was not all. So, Mitsuki led me inside, into the kitchen. She told me everything that had happened to her on that night-- the truth. How she had been attacked by the wolves, and their DNA mixed with hers. And now she was a werewolf. Kade was unaware of this. Mitsuki hadn't told him, because apparently she had figured out what Kade had been up to before I had. She didn't want to hurt him by telling him that to exact his revenge on the fallen, he'd have to kill her in the process.
Now I am working with a group of volunteers to search the cure for the werewolves. We know we can't change the fact that they transform. But perhaps there is a way to keep them in control...
Don't tell anyone... but I like people. Haha. I don't really know yet!
The song I love the most is Lonely Day by System of a Down.
Oh, you know, I love my sister, and Kade. I care for them both deeply, and cannot stand hurting either one of them. I like my job, because I know what I'm doing is going to help the werewolves, and help Mitsuki. My favorite candy is the gummy kind, especially gummy worms. Chewing on them just helps relieve my stress so much more. I also love music, and I love hearing Mitsuki play on the piano. Playing sports is my favorite way to pass the free time. My favorite sport is soccer. But I cannot STAND knowing that Mitsuki is killing innocents. I know she can't control it. But what hurts me more is seeing her so upset after she's counted how many she'd devoured that night. She always comes to me, afraid that one night she'll kill me and Kade, and she won't ever be able to stop herself. Seeing her so upset just tears me apart. I also hate fish, and I get somewhat annoyed whenever Kade ignores me and goes on with his Hunter business. He acts as though he never had a twin. And remembering how he nearly shot down Mitsuki, and how he'd let her go out that night. It was his fault that she was a werewolf. If only I could tell him... Making him feel guilty about the whole thing would have been nice...
Look at me! Look at me! Here I am!
Oh, I almost forgot! Nevermind.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:49 pm
~Accepted Profiles~
Hunters-- I don't call the shots anymore. Sam- Knight of Darkness does.
Oh, you can call me Kade Kuromori.
I am eighteen years old.
I happen to be male, thank you very much!
But even so, I prefer females.
If you haven't figured me out yet, I'm a hunter.
Listen here, I have a great story to tell! I happen to be the oldest, between me, Mikael, and Mitsuki. I'm older than Mikael by five minutes, and Mitsuki by a year and a couple months. Back then, I was always with Mikael. We were the best of friends, and we enjoyed the fact that nobody-- with the exception of Mitsuki-- could tell us apart. Breaking that bond was not at all easy. You've probably heard Mikael's opinion of me, how I seem to ignore him and such? Well, I only do that to protect him and Mitsuki. Losing either of them would kill me, I love them both too much.
When we were only fourteen, I had learned of a terrible secret. Somebody had taken me aside one day, and explained to me that on a certain day-- which happened to be Mitsuki's fourteenth birthday-- wolves would invade our peaceful town of Hayford. At first, I didn't believe the source. But as he continued to explain everything to me, it all seemed to make sense. I'm not to explain it to you in detail. That would be a simple waste of time and space. So, needless to say, I cut off my ties with my two siblings to make sure that they both stayed safe, and that I was ready when the werewolves came.
Cutting off these ties were very difficult. I was always so cold towards my brother, and often towards Mitsuki as well. I didn't like it, but it was only for their safety. They couldn't know what I was up to either. Often I left the house, just to get myself ready. Simple things, building my stamina, endurance, all that stuff that would more likely than not prepare myself for those wolves. Life went on like that until the day came. And I found that I had been totally unprepared, despite all I had done. Stupidly I let Mitsuki roam around the town, forgetting to tell her to come back before the sun set. She never returned, so I prayed that she would stay the night with someone else. Shortly after I grabbed my rifle and left the house, I heard screams and howls. I saw Mikael dash out, and then they came to my place.
Immediately I opened fire, shooting at the werewolves and killed a couple of them as well. Strangely enough, a black werewolf had come around and fought with the other werewolves. But I knew that they had no control, so more likely than not the werewolf had lost its mind or something. With that in mind, I fired at it, but it had gotten away before I could hit it. After firing more rounds, the surviving werewolves left, and brought the dead with them. Even though the screaming and the howling had occured, I still remained in position, all the way until the sun rose from the sky.
Not too long after the sun rose, I saw Mitsuki running towards me. I felt so much relief, that she was okay. She told me that she was unharmed, and had hidden at a friend's house for the night. Content with her answer, I made my way over to the chair on the porch and slept.
But still, I swore to myself that I would avenge those who had died on that night. And so I became a hunter. Mikael seemed to not like that idea, and he had joined the group of volunteers who were trying to find some cure. I don't even know if it's possible. Taking these werewolves out was the easy way to go.
Don't tell anyone... but I like-- nah, I'll tell you later.
The song I love the most is The Howling by Within Temptation.
Oh, you know, I love my sister and my brother dearly. That's why I cut my ties with them, and avoid talking with them. If they leave me, they'll be safer. Knowing that they are safe relieves me of all worries. I also enjoy music, and am soothed when Mitsuki plays the piano. Soccer is my favorite sport, and I enjoy eating gummy worms, much like my brother. Though I don't enjoy killing, I like my job, only because it keeps everyone safer if they're dead. But I cannot STAND seeing my siblings hurt in any way, shape, or form. I am not particularly fond of fish. I also don't like ignoring my siblings like I should. I know they have to be kept safe, but I really can't stand to see Mikael so mad at me. I just don't really like it when people are mad at me. But I can't help it, so I ignore it most of the time.
Look at me! Look at me! Yeah, I dyed my hair green. Get over it.
Oh, I almost forgot! I'll tell you later. I don't call the shots anymore. Nine_Tailed_Dragon_Demon does.
Oh, you can call me Kesshin Kuristuaru (Keh-shin Koo-ree-su-tar-u).
I am nine-teen years old.
I happen to be female, thank you very much!
But even so, I prefer men.
If you haven't figured me out yet, I'm a Hunter, but I used to be a member of the Cure.
Listen here, I have a great story to tell! Ah, my life. its pretty interesting, I guess... Why is this interview all in first person..? Anyway. I was born into the all so wonderful Kurisutaru family of JAPAN. Yes, I was born in Japan, yet I dont look very asian. I have a nice tan I guess, but my eyes look american for some reason. And, stop making fun of Japanese people. Really. Its annoying. Getting distracted, I'm sorry. I barely remember my childhood, but I remember the age of two. I remember this so well because this was when my sister Kyoudai was born~ She was very.. Different, since she was born with light purple hair. She looked like a baby with dyed hair. Who knows, maybe this is where I got my continuous hair dying from. Hmph. Anyway, we were such close sisters that we were pretty much like paper and glue. We were always seen together, but it was obvious I was older since I was taller and could walk already. I always wanted to push her in the carrier, but I wasn't even close to being big enough, let alone be strong enough to push that thing.
Getting older, we were still the best of friends. We could both talk, and I was already taller than her by alot. We always played pillow fight, and we played all those other stupid child games. Kyoudai even started to pick up my style of clothes, and she refused to wear dresses. I was proud of my little sister.. She was so cute back then. Even then she had long hair, that I always loved to play with and make weird hairstyles with. It was fun, and eventually I was actually getting good at styling hair, at such a young age, too. We were very active kids, and when my sister was around 4, we began taking martial arts classes together. The teachers were worried that she was going to get hurt at such a young age, but I told them I would practice with her at home. It was fun watching her try to do a spinning kick on the first day.. My teacher finally got her to understand that we had to learn the other things first, like balance and concentration.
On Kyoudai's fifth birthday, my father had pulled me out to another room and told me that Kyoudai was to be sent to America with my mother. I didn't understand why mom was moving away, and expecially why she was taking Kyoudai with her. I asked to go, but my father declined. He said he needed his heir. Back then, I didn't know what it meant, but.. I couldn't say no to my dad without him slapping me silly. He wasn't the nicest dad in the world. So, during the birthday party, I was mostly quiet. Kyoudai had all her little friends that she had made, and I was told to stay out of it so she could expand her horizons a bit. She DID need more than me, but why couldn't I meet them anyway? Since my dad didn't allow sleepovers, all the girls went home, and I had my chance to speak to Kyoudai for the last time in Japan. I told her what my dad had told me, and she ended up crying. She didn't want to leave me behind, and she was about to go up and tell my dad straight.. I would've loved it if my dad didn't abuse us for dissobeying, but I held her back. I didn't want her to get hit silly. That night, she packed her bags and left , going down to America.
As I grew up, alone now, I was very intent on my martial arts and learning English.. For reasons~ I took Karate, Akido, and Kendo, and I was the tallest one in there... Sigh, everybody was jealous of my height. And they should be~ But. I was the strongest one in each of my classes, and I eventually became a student teacher there at the age of 17. Woah, huge timeskip in my life there. No. Nothing really happened in my life after my sister left.. Or, nothing important, anyway. So lets get down to how I got to America, hm?
Alrighttttt.. When I turned 18, I was old enough to move out, right? Yes. I still missed my sister dearly, and I decided to move down there. I got a good beating from my father, but I was used to it already. I didn't care what he said. I was GOING to see my sister. When I got there, I had my car shipped up along with me, and when people saw me come in, people thought it was a prop from a movie. Obviously there wasn't much rich people over there.. But, whatever. It doesn't matter to me. I already knew where my sister lived, so I decided to surprise her. When I got there, her house was about the size of my bedroom. But, looking around, it was a regular size.. I snuck into the house and grabbed her around the neck. She was so terrified.. I dont know why still, but when she saw me, she screamed and hugged me. I swear I was going to choke. But, I hugged her back anyway~
I bought my own house, and it was already way bigger than hers, but it was still smaller than mine back home. I went over to Kyoudai's house almost every day.. I was already way taller than her, and my mom. My mom didn't even recognise me.. I'm kind of glad, though. I always hated my mom. BUT. A year later, I went over to her house at night, and when I got up to her room, I saw her clothes ripped up and on the ground. I saw a trail of red paw prints leading towards the window. When I looked outside, I saw a purple wolf running out into the night. After this, I could never find my sister again. By the way, I forgot to mention. When I moved over here, I already heard about the wolves.. In the beginning, I wanted to help them because I loved animals, and I heard people were going after a specific pack.. But after seeing that wolf going from my sisters house, I wanted to kill that d*mned wolf for stealing my sister from me. I'm still out after it, and it better watch its sorry excuse of a life, or I'll come and take it away.
Don't tell anyone... but I like nobody. I'm not into that love crap right now. (Unknown)
The song I love the most is Poker Face cover by I Eat Lightning.
Oh, you know, I love life. Simple as that. I can get descriptive, I guess. I am very fond of being active in the stuff I do. I like being stronger than the other girls, and I love being different. I love my sister dearly, and I wish she didn't have to go the way she did. I love music, and I love rocking out to it with friends. I like making fun of people playfully, and expecially love it when they take it seriously. I love playing sports, expecially soccer and football. I like to speak in Japanese so peoplle cant understand what I'm saying~ Video gaming is an all time high for me. I love it, and I'm better than my friends by a long shot. I have a thing for changing my hair a lot. I like being colorful, with a hint of darkness in there~ Hunting those ugly mutts are a love for me, considering I want revenge, but its also fun because I have to chase them down because they're cowards. I love to cosplay, which is where you dress as your favorite character or OC from your favorite animes. I'm normally an OC, since nobody has colorful hair like I do. It so fun walking around wearing the costumes in public, and I can tell if they're anime lovers or not by the look on their faces. I like to annoy people, and sometimes I like when they get mad, but I stop soon afterwards. I tend to shove things in my friends faces, and I love being a smartas*. Also, I love getting dirty, but I cannot STAND not taking a shower afterwards! It just feels weird having like.. 2 layers of dirt on your skin. Its just disturbing. And, speaking of hates, I guess I should explain these too.. Alright, so.. I HATE when people call others emo. Thats a problem with they're emotions, not a style of hair or clothes. Thats called SCENE. Emo people can look like anything. I hate not wearing my contacts, even if I have perfect vision. I hate those stupid Japan freak fans. People who call anime retarded normally get hit, either playfully or real. They dont need to speak they're mind out loud, expecially infront of me. People that are wayyyyy to girly really annoy the hell out of me. Really? 'Oh, theres a single hair sticking up! I GOTTA GO FIX IT.' Why does it matter? Your hair has no volume if you keep putting water on it to flatten those naturally frizzy strands of hair, you know. Just to let you girls know, incase you worry about volume in your hair. People who either obsessively listen to their parents, or people who always worry about stepping outside because of those wolves annoy me. Alot. Parents are only trying to do whats best for you.. But your the only one that knows what to do. And, if you see a wolf, expecially if its an unusual color, KILL IT. Its just like spiders. Which, I also hate. I hate any type of bugs, and kill them if I see them anywhere. I hate being PERFECTLY clean, and I hate it when my piercings get infected. It hurts like heck! Ughhh. But, I've been cleaning them more often, so its all good. I dont really hate much, I know.. OH. I forgot the biggest thing! I hate that stupid as* purple wolf that took my sisters life..
Look at me! Look at me! Alright, lets get this thing started so you little things know what I look like, hm? Lets start with the main stuff.. Lets see, yesterday out of randomness and boredom, I measured myself.. I'm 6'0", which actually surprises me that I'm that tall already. I weigh way less than I'm supposed to at this age.. I only weigh around 130 pounds. I have bigger hands than most people, actually, but they aren't so huge that they seem deformed. I actually like my big hands.. Once I catch one of those mutts, I could easily grab enough of they're scruff that they wont be able to run. And, unless your blind, I'm OBVIOUSLY a 'scene' girl. And NO, that's not 'emo', either. Thats a type of personality, which I dont have, thank you. I guess I'll explain the way I look too. Okay, so my hair. Its the regular scene style.. Side bangs, around 5 layers near the top making it look fluffy, short in the back and long in the front, with a few colors in there.. The usual. Heh~ Everybody thinks that I'm a dark person.. Which, I am on the inside, but on the out, I'm a VERY playful person. But, enough of that. This is asking for a description of what I look like, not my personality. Alright. Even though in that picture, I have silver eyes.. I'm normally wearing my red contacts, also adding to the people telling me that I'm evil. Haha, oh well. I dont listen to judgements. Anyways~ Oh fun fun, the clothes~! Alright. I love being colorful, if you couldn't tell by my hair. I'm normally seen with my rainbow tanktop on, along with all my wonderful colorful braclets and necklaces. You may notice the hair difference.. This was halloween a few years ago, and my hair actually WAS that color. I've dyed my hair a lot~ Alright. This tanktop isn't full... There's only strings holding two pieces of fabric together. Yes, thats my skin on the sides. Normally, I'm seen wearing my black and purple tripp pants with this.. And no, they dont trip you. Its just the name of the pants. And, my camera kinda messes this up when I take pictures, but.. I actually have a somewhat small chest.. But, I dont really care. At least it doesn't hurt as bad when I run. I dont need to be like other girls anyways. We're all the same, right? Anyways. I know, I'm a Hunter. How would I be able to run with all that on? Actually, when I go hunting for those d*mned mutts, I wear ablack, full body suit. Sure, its pretty showy, but its light and it allows me to chase them things down. No, that isn't me EVER in that picture. Nonono, I would never have my hair that long. Somebody could easily grab it and pull me back. I dont think so. No, thats just the doll that my friend designed it onto so I could see the different angles. Now, back to the body portion. I'm very, very strong, but I'm lucky that it doesn't show so much. I dont want to look extremely buff. My legs are my strongest point, and when I used to play soccer with my sister a long time ago, I was able to kick it all the way across the yard with one blow, and about 33 feet in the air when I drop kicked it. My legs have gotten stronger, and I mostly dont play soccer much anymore. I have a very strong grip with my hands, which means I can hold one of those deformed wolf beings down when I catch their sorry behinds. I have strong arms, but not nearly as strong as my legs. People tell me I'm the strongest girl they know.. I believe it sometimes. I am very strong, but I kinda have to be. I am called a twig because I'm so skinny. Most of my weight is from my muscles, and from the fact that I'm 6'. Hurrr... Is there anything else that needs to be said.. Oh! Even though my hair has been cut and dyed many times over, its actually VERY soft, and naturally straight. People say my hair could be taken and be made into silk. But, I'm not going to give away my hair. I love it the way it is~ Besides, I never wear silk, so why would I give my hair to somebody? And, to think about it, wearing my hair would be kinda.. Awkward. ANYWAY. Getting off topic there. Back to my contacts.. The reason I wear them is to hide my eyes. I dont like my eyes being silver.. It makes people stare at me. They do now anyways, since my hair is so colorful, but at least its not my eyes. Plus, I wear them to scare away those annoying little kids. Plus, I've always wanted red eyes. Oh! My legs. I've mentioned like three times that I'm 6'.. Which, makes my legs very long. And, i forgot to mention, but I'm VERY flexible from all those classes years ago. If need be, I can throw my leg up and kick somebody down and hold them down by the chest. Also, because I have such long, strong legs, it gives me the ablility to run. Very, very fast. People tell me that they only see the colors of my hair and my colorful clothes as a blur. I highly doubt I run THAT fast, but I do run faster than anybody I know. But, those wolves have four legs, meaning they still run a little faster than me... Alright, uhm... Really, I think thats everything.
Oh, I almost forgot! I'm sure I already mentioned this, but I'll say it again anyway. I used to be a member of the Cure until I found that wolf in my sisters room... Now all I wanna do is kill that stupid purple fiend. I still remember the stuff I learned, but I'm sure as hell that I'm not going to start HELPING the wolves. (-cough cough- She was only there for a day or two.. In these days, they didn't mention that the wolves were humans, so she still has no idea.) Lets see... Ah! I dont think you americans know what my name means, so I'll tell you. Kesshin Kurisutaru.. It means Reasoning Crystal. Oh, such a weird name when its translated! Yeah, dont make fun of it. And, I dont match my name at all. I'm definately not the voice of reason, I can tell you that right now. I dont really like crystals unless they're uniquely colored.. Which, I am, sorta, so I guess I'm sorta a crystal. Now aren't I special? I'm very fluent in Japanese, obviously, and I can write beautifully in any form, but expecially Kanji. I hate the over obsessive Japan nerds, who think they know everything. I am a very good singer, amazingly, and I loveeeee Raving. Dancing in the dark with neon glowies.. Ah, I LOVE doing that. I'm a very good dancer too, but I never formal dance. Not even for a prom or anything, which I have never been to anyways. And, dont mess with me or I swear that your going to get hurt. Badly. If you dont believe me, I'll show you if you want. I'm not scared of the cops for assulting them, if they try to stop it, either. Also, speaking of that. I'm not afraid of much at all. Not even death. I'm just afraid of how much its going to hurt.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:53 pm
~Accepted Profiles~
Other--
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:59 pm
Announcements~
> The Howling is now accepting!
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 3:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 3:07 pm
This roleplay is now accepting.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:14 pm
Kay. We are officially OPEN~))
The time was currently around nine or ten in the morning. At this point, every day, Miyuki would be within an unsuspecting, abandoned warehouse. It was the perfect hiding spot for her and her pack-- all currently in human form. Most of the population of Hayford were totally unaware of its existence anyways. And the streets were always so busy, nobody would even notice them walking to it. And if they did, they'd just assume it was a bunch of teenagers walking around town.
Hours previous, Miyuki had been on the rampage again, in werewolf form. More had fallen by her hands that night, and once again she couldn't stop herself from it happening. It killed her on the inside. And her fellow members-- her new family, they all knew it. Everyone, if not almost, hated killing the innocents. They didn't deserve it. Miyuki felt everything had been her fault, or almost everything. The attack certainly wasn't her fault, and neither was the transformations of a few of her fellow 'family' members. On the other hand, there were a few members who transformed every night because of her. Whether or not they were mad at her for it didn't matter, she still felt guilty. She always felt guilty, and it was very hard for her not to show it. Somehow, though, she managed to try and act like her otherwise normal self around them. Calm, collected, calculating, and otherwise understanding. You came to learn that when people acted immature around her, she would be very annoyed by them. While she remained calm, there were bitterness with some of her words. And when she enjoyed her company, often she was understand and kind, and spoke with a bit of a smile. Miyuki could be very insightful, she could make some people open up to her and she could see some things that others couldn't-- hidden emotions, much of which were easily seen through their eyes, if one like Miyuki looked hard enough.
More of her guilt was toward her own brothers. She knew she couldn't stop her brother Kade from being a hunter. Even before Miyuki turned werewolf, he was destined to go against them. But Miyuki had informed her other brother, Mikael, of what had happened, and now the two barely spoke to one another. Mikael, after being informed that his sister was burdened with this werewolf business, had immediately begun to volunteer to help find a cure for these werewolves. Kade and the hunters were finding a cure for them as well-- through death. They killed werewolves without mercy-- it was their way of bringing peace to the town. So there were basically two other groups-- those who understood, and those who didn't.
Now Miyuki sat in a chair, her head resting on a desk. You could see that she was obviously exhausted, after nights of no sleep, whatsoever. Miyuki felt she would never be able to relax. As a result, she seemed to act more cold towards her actual brothers-- but she couldn't bring herself to act the same way towards her pack. They had to suffer the same way she did, so taking her exhaustion out on them would not be fair. Not too long ago Miyuki had returned from her house, checking on her brothers to make sure they were all okay. Then, she had to sit for about an hour, listening to both of the brothers. First she spoke with Mikael, and he explained how Kade had nearly shot at her the previous night, but Mikael had 'accidentally' tripped into him, causing Kade to fire at a nearby tree while Miyuki escaped. He then proceeded to speak about how the Cure was coming along-- though things weren't getting done. They spent hours on end trying to figure something out, but not an idea came to mind. So lately they'd been hanging around together, trying to think of something that could have been tied with werewolves that would help gain control. Mikael concluded with Miyuki that he was going to start looking in books about werewolves to see if he could make any connections.
With Kade, Miyuki had heard the same story about how she was nearly shot down-- though to Kade, he had simply nearly shot down a black wolf. He added how he was very annoyed with how every night he seemed to not be able to shoot down these werewolves-- they just kept on getting faster and stronger. But Kade assured Miyuki that one day, he would get that black one.
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While Miyuki was on the verge of sleeping, Mikael was sitting at his own desk, in his own room. He was beginning his reading on werewolves, as he had previously promised his dear sister. They had certainly gotten lucky last night. If he hadn't have tripped, Miyuki could have been severely injured, or even dead. Then Kade would have known about Miyuki's secret, and things would have gone so far downhill. The twins would have both been ultimately saddened by the loss. But Mikael didn't even want to know what would happen after. So, Mikael focused on the present. Miyuki was safe and sound for the moment, so all he had to do was focus on his reading.
It had been more than a year now since the volunteer group known as Cure began to study for some sort of cure to help these werewolves gain more control. They knew that them turning was inevitable. So they simply had to help them gain control. Or, at least, enough control that they wouldn't kill blindly. Even with the long amount of time these volunteers had worked, they could not come up with a solution. Mikael was confident there was one. They simply weren't thinking hard enough. And so, he took it upon himself to hit the books-- something he rarely did. But, if it was for his beloved sister, he would read the largest book in the world.
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Now we turn to the oldest of the trio. Kade was outdoors at the time. He wasn't exactly doing much, he normally rested during the morning. Kade had been so close to getting that stupid black wolf. He'd been trying to for years, and he had taken it upon himself to destroy that black wolf, for the sake of his dear sister and his twin brother. Oh, the irony.
Kade couldn't get mad at his brother for tripping, though. What was another day of failure to him? No, he shouldn't answer that question. Though he loved his brother dearly, sometimes he wished Mikael would just stay out of this situation. Not only did he continuously give Kade the cold-shoulder, but he seemed to act utterly clumsy around him when he was firing at the black wolf. It seemed that he ignoring his brother wasn't turning out well.
Mikael seemed to be offended by his ignorance. With that first night that Kade had first starting his hunter duties, Mikael had started ignoring him in response, with the exception of night time, when he conveniently was there to stop him from shooting the werewolves-- the black on in particular. Kade had, at first, assumed Mikael had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Until he realized that Mikael was trying to help these werewolves. And it fell into place that, in a way, Mikael was his enemy. But Kade still couldn't bring any harm to his brother, who was starting to become a nuisance. Kade had thoughts about moving out. It would give his brother space, it would make him happy, and Kade would be able to get a better chance at shooting down those wolves.
But, for now, Kade would rest under the large oak tree, by a small river, and think. That's what he normally did. Miyuki never seemed to be around anymore. There were times when he was ultimately curious, but then again, she had her own life. And he was avoiding his siblings just as much as she was avoiding them. He had no right to be so curious or annoying towards her actions. Even so, Kade dearly missed those days when he and Mikael sat on the couch in their leisure, listening to their sister play the piano. Things had been so perfect. And now these stupid creatures had to ruin everything. That was why he wanted them gone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 3:00 pm
In the corner of the room, somewhat shadowed over, was a purple haired girl, glowing eyes hidden by the light on her glasses. Fingers interlaced with each other, making a strong hold to hold her head up, this girl was starring with narrowed eyes at the people in the room. Inside, she was making judgemental names for each and every one. A huge knot of piled up regrets and anxiety was filling her stomach, having been there for years. She barely noticed the pain it caused anymore, and normally laughed her fears away as she ran through the dark streets, killing people left and right. Unlike some of the other pack members, she kills some of them on purpose. 'If my pain is supposed to inflict on other people's feelings, and how it changes their mood, then I'll show them exactly what I'm feeling.' This was the quote that repeated in her mind before losing herself to the rage inside her chest. Looking at Miyuki, she closed her eyes and adjusted her glasses, opening her eyes to show her brilliant, freezing eyes.
This girl was Kyoudai Kurisutaru, originally from Japan. Early on in her life, she had been sexually abused, making her very self concealed and alone. She only really trusted Miyuki, and expecially hated guys. She never allowed them to get anywhere near her, and if they did, she knew very well how to defend herself.. Now. back then, she was young, and didn't know how to defend her own self from other people. She was the fastest girl in school, and it really accelerated when she was in her wolf form. You could say this girl's soul was a labyrinth. Very easy to spot in a crowd, but very hard to make it in through the tangles of lies. Pulling a large strand of hair out of her face, she closed her eyes, thinking something through so quickly that by the time she was done, her eyes were open again, and it only took her a few seconds. She had taught herself to think fast, so she never had to lost concentration to what she was doing.
Kyoudai still looked at Miyuki, then lifted her head, lifting herself from the table and walking over to the exhausted girl. She shook her head as she walked up, then rested her arms on the end of the table, looking down at her. "You seriously need to go to sleep, huh?" she said bluntly, letting out a sigh. "Why dont you just take a nap or something?" she suggested. Miyuki was their alpha.. The alpha of this little pack of werewolves. Yet.. She was setting a pretty bad example. Sure, sure, they were all tired from their rampages... But at least they had a LITTLE sleep every now and then. She narrowed her eyes, then lowered her head to look at Miyuki.. At level heights. "If you dont go to sleep, I'll kick you." she told her in a somewhat playful tone. Miyuki needed sleep... Badly. "Yeah, right, I'll see you later." she said bluntly, giving off a wave before putting a hand to her forehead in annoyance. 'She' was Kesshin, a Hunter. God d*mn, just leave me alone! I've never liked you anyways. Geez. she thought rudely, running her fingers through her bangs, letting them fall softly against her forehead once more. She looked at her wrist and started playing with her massive ammount of colorful bracelets. She walked right into the street, still looking at her bracelets. Her head snapped up, however, when a line of cars started honking. She starred at the man in the front car, who was yelling at her through the window. He rolled down his side window and leaned out. "Hey, what the heck do you think your doing?! You cant just walk in the middle of a busy street!" he burst out the minute his head was out the window. "Well f*ck you!" she retorted, throwing her hands to the side in an offensive mannor, as if challenging him to come get her. "If I remember correctly, pedestrians have a bigger right than the drivers! It's not my fault that your stupid enough to forget that." The driver starred at her rudely. "And dont you even THINK about mentioning my bad mouth. I already have a good clue about that, thank you!" she growled. She took a few steps back, still starring at him. She moved her hands back and forth, as if brushing something away. "Now, get a move on, sherlock. And next time, pay attention when your driving." she told him bluntly, waiting until she could hear the motor's roar rise slightly before turning around and walking across the rest of the street. She almost had the same encounter with the next person until the girl on the inside saw her height.
Kesshin put her hands behind her head, the muscles in her arms showing more than before. She let out a loud 'hmph', looking over her shoulder to see the man's pissed off face. The time she had taken had made the light turn red. He was about to start yelling at her again, but before he could, she stuck up her hand and flipped him off with a smug grin on her face. She turned around and continued walking, putting a hand in the air to tel lhim that she was ending the quarrel. "Well wasn't that fun?" she mused to herself. As she walked down the side of the street, the part where you would normally ride your bike, she couldn't help but laugh at little kids. When they saw her eyes-- Or, contacts, in this case, they clung to they're mother's shirt. She raised a hand to the parent, only getting a rude and or creeped out look from them. "Ha, I even scare people older than me." She looked down at her pants when she heard a familar ringtone, taking out her phone and looking at the text she had received. Of course, it was a chainletter. She started typing away, pressing send afterwards. Her message had included a very rude message with a couple uses of profanity. She closed her eyes and smirked to herself, thinking of all the complaint responces she would probably get.
A few moments later, the same ringtone popped up, interupted by another, then another, and continuing until at least 8 different ringtones had been played. "Oh shut up." she grunted, pressing ignore for every message. She was about to put her phone away before deciding to call somebody. She looked down at her phone, ignoring the fact that a biker was yelling at her to move. The moment before he had hit her, she did a huge side leap, moving out onto the sidewalk. Behind her, she heard the words 'She's a ninja, mommy!'. She rolled her eyes and continued scrolling through her contacts, slowing down when she got to the 'k' section. She clicked on the one that said Kade above the number before putting it on speaker phone. She didn't like putting her phone to her ear. She listened to it ring before looking behind her, seeing the kid who had saw her jump. He was still starring at her, waving his hand wildly. She simply put up her hand in greeting before lowering it again. She heard the kid squeal and start bragging to his mother that he had gotten a ninja's attention. I remember when me and Kyoudai were like that.. she thought to herself, looking back at the kid with a nice little glint in her eyes. ------- (Ooc: Aha, we're such cheaters. xDD)
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 3:36 pm
((Lol! And I just remembered that Miyuki had to sleep. xPPP Again, I shoulda changed it a little or something. Lol. Oh well. We have other characters this time. xDDD))
Miyuki turned her head slightly to look right at Kyoudai. The Beta. Miyuki knew just how Kyoudai interacted with everyone that she trusted Miyuki more than the others-- though much of the time it was hard to tell. Kyoudai seemed to be living in some sort of shell, getting through her fears by laughing them away. Miyuki couldn't exactly prove it, but that was what it seemed like.
She didn't want to take a nap. Really, she didn't. She only stayed away to make sure everything was in order. To make sure nothing happened, for there were occasions when things got chaotic, even between pack members. On top of it all, it seemed Miyuki was the only one, trying to solve the werewolf problem. In all actuality, Miyuki was perfectly fine with being a werewolf. It was the killing she couldn't stand. One day, she would come to kill and murder her brothers, and she wouldn't even know about it. Miyuki didn't want that at all, and the simple possibility stressed the girl out to the point she simply couldn't sleep. Sure, she may have been setting a bad example. But she had more weight than anyone else did, and she knew that. Kyoudai was close to bearing that weight, but she seemed more comfortable with the entire killing aspect. It was their lack of control that concerned Miyuki. And she would never forgive the ones who end up killing her brothers, even if it was herself.
But, on the other hand... she couldn't concentrate much longer without this sleep. And she really DID want to sleep. Maybe... an hour or so couldn't hurt. Miyuki decided, maybe, starting today, she should form some sort of sleeping schedule. An hour or two every day seemed alright to her. Being a werewolf, sleep was not AS necessary as a normal human needed sleep. How do you think Miyuki has managed to stay this sane? Perhaps she'd sleep for an hour. "I really am not into the kicking idea," Miyuki responded, and though she didn't sound very playful you could tell through the exhausted look in her eyes that she was also joking. "Very well. An hour or so couldn't hurt. Behave~" Miyuki had smirked after telling her and the other [invisible] pack members to behave-- her second sign of being 'playful.'
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Kade sighed deeply again, gazing out at the river in front of him. His house had an amazing view. His mind decided to stray away from hunting for a moment, as he thought about what had once been. Being with Mikael and Miyuki, laughing, playing Monopoly, watching movies together. Those had been the good days. It seemed like hunting had torn them all apart. But... it was for the best, right? If he had not have trained himself for all these years, preparing for the first night the werewolves came, then the three of them could all be dead. Or worse. Mikael could be dead, and Miyuki could be dead, but Kade would have survived. He couldn't live knowing he would have let them die like this. Kade couldn't live without his brother and sister. He loved them too much. They were all he had left.
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he heard his ringtone going off. Once. Twice. Kade picked up his cell phone, checking the caller ID. He grinned as he saw who it was. Kesshin. He liked talking to her. Most of the other hunters were older than they were. Kade felt he couldn't ever talk to those other hunters about random things; only about hunting. However, with Kesshin, he felt he could talk to her about life and all-- because she was near his age, more or less, and it was easier to talk to those who were... in tune with the present? Kade wasn't sure how to word that one. But he wasn't calling the other hunters old... sort of.
Kade clicked a button and answered the call. "Hey~!" he greeted cheerfully, and you could tell that he was grinning even though you couldn't see him. He was always happy to talk to anybody, really. Seeing as he never really got to talk to Mikael and Miyuki anymore, at least having SOMEONE to talk to was nice for a hunter like Kade.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 5:27 pm
Speed. That was what ran through his mind. Faster. The Prey. THE PREY!
His heart beat faster and faster, the need to catch the prey becoming overwelming. With a leap, his strong jaws latched onto the preys neck.
Within moments it was down.
Ah. I love Badger in the morning. It tastes lovely!
The Great Lone Wolf, or Lupine as he had gone by for the past 15 years, licked his paw free of blood.
Lupine was a werewolf who spent all his time in wolf form. He hadn't been a human since he was 5.
Lupine raised his large head towards the edge of the forest he was traveling in. What was that towns name again?.....Hayford? I'm getting close to it. He turned to it and darted towards it. I haven't been near humans in a while. I wonder if anything is new?
He stopped and turned, heading through the town, hidden by the trees.
I wonder if there's a butcher here.
He stopped, frozen. There was a smell nearby. He had only ever smelled it a few times. It smelled like he did.
There are....werewolves here?! He looked about, before heading towards the smell, not bothering to hide, looking like an average wolf or a large dog.
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