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 Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:31 pm
Noticing the fight with the monster, Alta decided to attack the now weakend egotistical demon, Mae. He would make for good feed. He held out one hand, and began to send commands into the demons mind. "Mae... Mae... turn around Mae... turn around and fire one of those pretty little dark energy balls into yourself." Knowing that his psychic powers could outdo any mind, he smiled and watched.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 9:13 pm
*Reese makes a front flip off a two story building and lands on his heels. He tried not to, but he limped away. He had nothing to do tonite, but he would try to get some "action."
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 9:28 pm
*He walked for what seemed like a year, his muscles now began to ache and his head was beating as quick as his heart. These were common symptoms for him, but he didn't know what was the cause was. He took a break from walking and sat down at a bench near a bus stop. He sighed, he still hadn't talked to any of the leaders of the Vampires yet. Time was ticking. He needed to pass the information and quick.*
"What's your pleasure lover boy?" *he hadn't noticed but prostitue was sitting next to him. He ignored her, but she persisted on taunting him* "What's wrong, not into girls? Or are you just not working right downstairs?" *In a quick rage Reese grabbed her by the throat and squeezed hard, he could taste her fear*
"Everything is working fine...whore. Now get out of my sight, your kind sicken me!" *he calmly let go of her and hissed. She took no time looking back, she ran as fast as she could* "FREAK!" *she called out the second after she faded away from his sight. His only response to that was the lighting of a cigarette and a silent chuckle*
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 10:16 pm
Ester turned her head to see Reesie. She saw her trenchcoat in his hand and made a run for him. She drew two small daggers from her boots and threw one at him and started running at him. Her black and purple highlighted hair bright under the neon sign to her left.
She needed her jacket..Badly. She could not let him give that evidence to the vampires..Though she didnt really want to harm the vampire..She would if it was necessary.
"Hand the coat over Vampire!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 12:56 am
*Steps infront of Reese then opens his mouth. He clamps his teeth down on the daggers blade, stopping it instantly. He raises oneof his hands and takes the dagger from his mouth then smirks, staring at the Lycanite. "What do we have here, then?". Keeps the dagger in one of his hands, slowly moving the side of the blade across his cheek. "Starting trouble with my Vampires, eh?"*
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 5:22 am
The silence of the night was barely broken by Siren’s cool melodically voice as she walked along the street speaking on her phone.
“Damien you would not believe the amount of wolves in this city it’s beautiful, truly. The clan will be happy to know our numbers are growing but the leeches go unchecked here its sickening really but I suppose every city has it vermin”
She crossed the street and entered into an alleyway her words echoing lightly off of the walls as she went.
“Yes I will report again soon, let me know how project Gabrielle is coming along wont you”
She hung up and slid her phone into her back pocket humming to herself. She was feeling good, the moon light shone down on her pale skin and she had bought a new knife today, found by chance in a second hand weapons shop down town, she doubted the own had any idea of its age and she considered five dollars a reasonable price for a Moon Bone blade…humans never could see what was really there, only what they think there should be.
Siren left the alley and reached a disserted street that ran along the edge of one of the cities many neglected parks, weeds and creeping plants covered the iron fence and there were several gnarled tree branches hanging over the railing and shadowing the pavement. There was one lonely streetlight flickering above an old bus stop by the park gates, which were bolted and rusting.
Siren took a seat on the bus stop bench and looked up into the night contemplating where her next hunting ground should be, it was a shame that New York Lycan’s had to restrict their hunts. Back in England the Werewolf populace was so small that a wolf could feed every night if they wanted.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 7:03 am
Ester blushed a little and stared at Rufus and Reesie. She had to get that coat back. That vampire was a leader...
"Umm No...I wasnt going about to go start any trouble..I was just trying to get my Jacket back. I left it behind the last Time He shot me"
Ester held up her partially healed hands, perfectly circled scars in each, on both sides that aligned almost perfectly when she held them out one in front of the other.
She also pulled down the sleeve on her right shoulder where it had deflected and skinned her.
She sighed.
The scars were all a silvery color...Like she had been shot by a silver bullet.. Which she had, but most lycans die almost instantly with a shot by a silver bullet. She wasnt an Ordinary lycan though.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 7:13 am
Heading down the main street, she keeps her eyes on the sidewalk. Alfred's death had made a big impact on her. Raising her eyebrows under her fringe, she puts her hands in her pockets and sighs. As a light rain falls, she feel's her mouth curl into a smile. She loved the rain.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 8:16 am
The rain began to fall. He felt someone near. He turned away from Mae, the pathetic one, and saw her. The violet haired Lycan. She was about 5 yards away from him. He stared at her. His eyes burning onto hers. He was tempted to use his telepathy to talk to her, but he was afraid she would attack and then they would have to fight... He saw her, and felt something like a nostalgia. He was happy she was safe.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 8:20 am
Siren smelled the air as it started to rain, causing the buildings around to become a haze of grey like a running watercolour picture….she could smell another wolf.
She must be quite near.
Siren got to her feet and moved swiftly back through the alley and climbed a fire escape up onto the rooftops so she could move faster across the urban landscape.
Hopping easily from roof to roof she surveyed the streets below, looking for the owner of the scent she had picked up.
Finally she came to another empty street where three people were gathered. Looking down she let out a slight growl as anger welled inside her
“leeches”.
She climbed down into the street that joined onto the road where the three figures stood, her red eyes shining out from the darkness watching them.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 8:30 am
Walking into a mortal, she mumbles her apology, only to be thanked, with a mouth full of cussing. Annoyed slightly, she crosses over to the other side of the road, not wanting to have a mortal on her back for long. Entering a dark and dingy antiques store, she shakes the rain off of her hair, and browses.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 8:56 am
Alta walked slolwy behind her, making sure she didn't see him. He just wanted to make sure she was alright. He followed her into the antique store and stayed out of her line of sight, but still able to keep an eye on her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 9:08 am
Sensing something not human close by, she stops and puts down what she was looking at. Walking around the store, she keeps her sense's open. Damn Vampires.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 9:13 am
He followed her again, keeping only a few steps behind. He held his head up and looked directly at her. His eyes piercing hers, even if she wasn't looking at him. The rain fell down, matting his hair to his head. It dripped off his nose and chin like tears. He had to make sure they didn't get her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 9:20 am
Stopping, and hearing the footsteps behind her stop, she bolts through the door. Running down the sidewalk, she dodges past mortals on their way to a club, already stinking of booze. Slipping into a small alley, she watches them walk past, while thinking.
'This job is getting tiring.'
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