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Rpc Name: Gogo
Nation: Yuran
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Shapeshifter
What you know about the bloodline: Shapeshifters take on their 'victim's' appearance, class and even bloodline capabilities that are below their own rank while also being able to shapeshift into that of monsters, animals and various other creatures complete with even memory. They, however, cannot use the abilities of a Feral.
Rp Sample:

A lone owl perched itself atop of a tree in this slow and steady storm that rolled through. A simple, innocent and quite elegant owl just minding its own business. Down below was a small battle of humans against a few of the undead complete with ferals, goblins and of course a skeletal witch doctor. The goblins appeared to be enslaved or enthralled somehow but they were still in the midst of the humans, fighting and seeking to kill them.

The owl shifted in its perch and flapped off into flight, for its decision was to fight. A white light veiled around the elegant bird as a humanoid clad in robes and elegant threads. The creature said nothing as four vials were dug out from the recess of the robes. With a criss-crossing of the arms, two in each hand, the vials were thrown. With sulfuric acid, it created a acidic mist that rose up from the ground and had an immediate effect on the goblins and ferals.

"Wha-- Who're you!?" one of the warriors shouted but the shrouded figure said nothing as a white light swirled around the frame. Turned from a human to a white wolf, the shapeshifter had been made out to be a creature of many faces. The Ferals were engaged first as the white wolf leaped forward and lashed out with snapping teeth to the head and neck area. In the midst of the transformation, the figure warped forms into that of a crocodile and successfully rendered its head off. One feral down.

Warping again in shape, the robed figure took shape once more but this time with alchemical weapons sprouting up from the ground drawn from pentagrams. The shapeshifter took on the properties of the feral and assumed his profession of an assassin with two twin daggers. Memories flooded in and the shifter couldn't exactly use the feral skills but had the skill of speed and stealth.

One fell, two, three, one after another the skeletal warriors were dispatched as the last feral had also been disposed of save for the skeletal witch doctor. The shapeshifter turned into something else now as a white light swirled up and around the body. There a Speed Wurm flew out of the light as the witch doctor dealt a few blows on the shifter until a bladed appendage dealt the final blow directly to the creature's head.

Both approved.
Lol, Hadou.

Rpc Name: Lynx
Nation: Yuran
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Draconian
What you know about the bloodline: (I know that this bloodline is one of the slowest of the bloodlines. But it makes up for the lack od speed with it's defense and strength. They can also got into a full dragon form. Becoming a strong being and matching allot of dragons in battle.
Rp Sample: Lynx entered the battle grounds. There was war raging on all around him. His orders. To brake through the main defenses. He was to go straight through the front lines and lead the way for an all out first strike. Lynx took a deep breathe before raising his fist. It caught all of his militia's attention. They all nodded in unison. Dawn began to trot. His fist then became a finger, pointing towards the front lines. As his trot turned out into a stride, then a full out sprint. He turned to see his army behind him. His arms started to block and throw away swords that were aimed for him.

Lynx finally met the front lines of the enemy. It started with a clash then there was a line. Going straight through the enemies line of defense. Dawn had knocked back an enemy soldier and had caused him to go flying into the enemy army. This is when Lynx ordered for his army to break the line of defense." Pour in and destroy an enemy in your way. Wipe out any one that doesn't bear our flag on their chest!! They disrespect us!!" As Lynx finished his many speech an enemy came up to him. He punched Lynx in the face and backed away. It backed away just in time. Lynx had attempted to grab him but was to slow. As Lynx threw fists at the enemy. He would just dance around Lynx's fists. This pissed Lynx off. He built up his air and released a horrendous roar. The enemy was caught off guard by the scream and instantly covered his ears. But he was still knocked onto is a**. Lynx ran up to him and grabbed him by the shirt. Lynx released the whelp and performed a round house kick while he was still in the air. After the kick Lynx quickly brought his foot down and upper-cutted the enemy. All while the enemy was in mid-air. The punch broke his jaw and sent him flying into the enemies army. As the opponents seen this they all trembled and screamed before retreating. Lynx just laughed. He turned to where he had first appeared at the battle. He looked at the battle which was now over run by his army. Lynx turned with a smirk on his face and flew away. Wings beating to the sound of his victory drums.

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Rpc Name: Serafina
Nation: Kranila
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Dawn Elf
What you know about the bloodline: One of the races of elves that has close ties to the sun. Each dawn elf has one of their organs that also serves to contain sunlight and keep them alive. If damaged/ destroyed they die as their connection to the sun fades. They also hate humans for destroying their ancient kingdom and among the elf races are more of a warrior than mage cast though they have some affinity for magic it is not like the dark elves who can be caster classes. They also serve a role of protectors for their races and are likely to seek to physically protect their cousins the dark elves.

Rp Sample: Serafina stood quietly with her bow held in her left hand as the fingers on the right held an arrow to the relaxed string. Her senses were alert as she stood beside her brother and waited for the targets to arrive. Breathing silently through her nose she smelt the forest loam sharp and fresh from when she had placed her sword into the ground not wanting to have to take time to unsheathe it should battle find her unexpectedly nor wanting the noise of it's drawing to attract attention should she not have a clear shot with her arrow. She was invoking her dawn shroud to bend light around her but knew that some might be observant enough to still spot her through the winding trails of the forest. She kept her breathing silent and steady to control the pounding of her heart as suddenly her eyes caught movement in the distance. In a slow practiced motion that would not dispel the shroud she drew her arrow and sighted along the next bend of the trail. Slowly a man appeared, filthily human and blissfully unaware. Yet she had to hold herself back from feathering his throat with the arrow as it would ruin the ambush that was planned. A moment later another entered the open space, and a third, this continued until five men had passed the open section of the trail visible from her vantage and disappeared behind the trees again.

Serafina counted slowly under her breath accounting for both the speed the men had been moving and their pacing allowing them to reappear in her field of view as she mentally counted down. Four, three, two, one, loose. Her arrow leaped into the air, covering the distance in seconds timed to pierce the throat of the last man just as another arrow from the opposite direction slammed into the chest of the second man in the line. As her target went down with a soft gurgle and the other man staggered to the side wounded but not dead she dropped her bow and seized the hilt of her sword while closing her eyes and used Dementia Dawn to send her sight to in front of the leader of the group even as the two men in the middle were caught in the debilitating magic of her brothers. The leader was just dropping his weapon as though burned while the one in the middle was moving slowly as though pained by his muscles when her vision reached a point in front of the line. The timing was decided and tested in advance so after holding for two extra seconds she activated the other aspect of Dementia Dawn and sent her body after her mind appearing suddenly in the shadows of one of the great trees ahead of the men and stepping out with a graceful motion to slash the throat of the man leading the party while her sister did the same to the man at the back and dual balls of energy slammed into the final man representatives of their brothers arcane rage that crushed the final man with the dark elf mage's fury.

The assault took under a minute but left four of the five men dead and the last wounded and cowering. Serafina stepped over the man fearing nothing about him for though the wound was shallow from the arrow barely piercing the armor, she knew her sister's penchant for poisons and knew that the neurotoxin racing through the man's veins would put an end to him and leave him no way to retaliate or relay the tale of his party's demise. In a dark flickering cloud the two brothers arrived ahead of her garnering a nod of appreciation before she took her arrow from the neck of the fallen and saw her sister take her arrow from the body of the other man after pausing to push the barbed head in deeper before ripping it free of the red welted flesh. Nodding to the group she began breaking trail back for their home and news of the next expedition. This time had gone much better than the last as their coordination and ambush kept them out of the extended close range combat that had killed her true brother during the winter. It still distressed her that a single stray knife had pierced his kidney and cut him off from the light. It made her shudder to remember his quickened breathing and grasping hands as he died but she had run a river of blood in his name that day and would bleed dry many more humans in the centuries to come in his name.

Rpc Name: Jason Virgin
Nation: Aramil
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Kiranu
What you know about the bloodline: Humanoids with cat ears; distracted easily, especially by music. They have rampant mood swings. They're very fast, have great balance, have high perception (including smell/hearing) and can see in the dark.
Rp Sample: "Jason," he heard calling from behind the stall, out the back of the complex. He couldn't recognize the voice -- which was rare, considering he was a Kiranu. He heard it once more -- Jason. It was a man's voice, but it sounded sort of juvenile, like his own. Someone around his age. He could feel the desperation in their voice, but it took a while for his eyes to get away from the dangling bells of the stall across the street. It was a sunny day today, and very hot. The tradewinds only barely came against his skin, and at the worst times. Even that makeshift little fan he'd picked up just the other day didn't seem to make a difference. God, why was it so hot? "Jason!" he heard call once more, and finally, he began to walk over to the origin of the sound. The light seared his senses for a second, as the first sight of the sun's rays had bewildered him a little. He always preferred the darkness. When the shock went away, he saw the teen's face. It was that mermaid guy he saw earlier; the one who was supposed to dorm with him. How did he not recognize his voice?

"Hey, Anthor," he remembered the mermaid's name, "Sorry for the wait. I was talking to somebody," he scratched his head, awkwardly. That was a lie; he wasn't really the best liar, but that didn't stop him from doing it all the time. "It's alright. I was just wondering if you wanted to get some food together. I'm... kinda bored, is all," the blonde haired man shrugged. "Yeah, sure," Jason replied promptly. He didn't know if he'd actually be able to, though, on second thought. His mom was forcing him to sell his crap at the swap meet, and he'd have to essentially dump all of his stuff into his storage if he wanted to go with. "Can you give me like fifteen mins? I need to dump my s**t somewhere." He hated this sort of event. Everything was so hot, and bright, and way too shiny. He couldn't help but get locked in a stare with all of the 'antiques' that people came here with, and being a Kiranu, people always looked at him as if he were empty-headed. And then, at the most awkward time, one of the ladies at the shop starting playing her flute. Trying to attract attention to her wares.

It wouldn't be long before she was done; her patience thin, but that was only followed by what must've been a marching band coming from down south. Boy, this was going to be a long day . . .

Rpc Name: Adiel Aldaval
Nation: Kusana City | Kranilla
Rank: Trainee (Derp)
Bloodline applied for: Dawn Elf
What you know about the bloodline: They're the elves of the sun, experts with the bow, and other ranged weaponry in addition to the stereotype of being rougish. Yet they can carry the skill to be proefficient in weaponry as a knight or weaponry master. They are known for their 'alchemy' otherwise known as enchanting to the ignorant of making finely crafted weapons, leading to exotic ideals such as silver weakness for werewolves to arrows that erupt in any manner of an attack to other things to aid in their attack. Their speed is uncanny and perhaps one of their best traits yet however their physical strength seems to be lacking, leaving most whom do not devote themselves to weaponry training like that of a knight to be prone to weak combat with other races and enemies. With their racial abilities of light based attacks and nature related magic, they're a force to reckon with doubled that with those whom take full advantage of Day Walk or Dawn Shroud. They make potentially deadly assassins or even speedy warriors depending upon the class and character. Their main weakness however isn't just their lack of strength but their additional weakness of a organ that makes them 'close' to to solonor of which rupturing this beyond the point of repair with utter destruction will lead to the death of the elf, similarly how the heart or brain works as well.
Rp Sample:

(( Lol, sorry for length, but read this fully if ya want an action packed post to read. ))

Tack, tack, tack

Subtle steps on the branches up above gave little sound, only the rustle of leaves and the falling leaves from the grand foliage above gave a hint of something near. The blurred movement and masked sound was the stealth of one in plain sight.

Below, the trample of vegetation and the heavy steps of one not so quiet moved quickly as fast as his feet could take him. The heavy breathing, the panicked glances back toward the sky and on the ground, his fear lingering. Every bit spoke of his inevitable fate yet he was only delaying it.

Brushing through the air, the subtle sounds have ceased with only a rush of air and leaves falling down below. The fleeing man glanced over his shoulder to get a glimpse of the assassin. It was then dull white eyes glowed under the cover of the foliage as a flash of light flickered just briefly. With that flash a sound could be heard with a snap of a bow followed up by a brisk rushing of air and the tearing of the leaves.

A single arrow tore through the air, the four-pointed broad head that was followed up by a hum of magic. "She's here! Sh--" The man exclaimed loudly just before he fell silent as a single black shafted arrow buried itself deep within the back. As this arrow struck, a flash of light followed up instantly after the strike, very much akin to a light form of fire crackers as miniature spears of light perforated his flesh as well. A second or so too late yet he was still and silent as the arrow killed him before he hit the ground.

With a subtle land and a tumble, the mysterious assailant was revealed as she crouched near the dead body of her target. Grasping the arrow buried within his back, she paused as the shouts of man echoed off of the trees all around, cries of alarm and shocking gasps at their comrade's sudden silencing cry. She had then tore out her arrow from the corpse and refitted it into her hip quiver.

She was elven in appearance and in blood, armed with a bow in her off hand with a peculiar design, a blade adorned on the top and bottom for function is close ranged combat. Of course she had her vast array of knives as well ready to dig into the bodies of any foe she may come across.

'Assassin!" The voices of the others just in the camp ahead shouted warnings as the elf looked up with a sharp, stern gaze at the watch tower. Humans... Their intricate designs and love of technology was a plague to the forest, but this was just too much. She leaped from the downed body and took to the trees almost immediately, running up the vertical surface and wall jumping inbetween thick and heavy branches as the alarm was raised within the camp.

The scout patrol may have been dead, but it still blew her cover. The elf moved quickly then as the thunderous sound of gunfire echoed down below. She knew that their cursed weaponry would be her end should she be hit, but their accuracy wasn't as keen as her arrows. Already the demon projectiles whipped past and snapped smaller branches up above. Leaping off from one branch, she lunged forth and grabbed a large branch and swung up and around it before flinging herself up into the air and into mid air high up above the encampment of the humans and other poachers. With a backward flip, she pulled out eight shuriken, four in each hand inbetween the fingers and let loose all eight infused with magic while her racial ability to produce light with a blinding flash.

"Clear awa--" All eight shuriken bolted down as they landed in a finely pin pointed area before erupting into a concussion blast of wind magic in a wide area and blew away a few men. In addition with this, her magical winds whipped up a miniture whirlwind to drastically slow her descent, touching ground ever so softly. Nearby the dismantled remains of a hunter tent was torn to shreds from the force of wind with the dead body of one unlucky fool shredded with the shrapnel blast of the shuriken.

Standing tall, the elven assassin closed her eyes and stood among the debris she had dealt to the camp as she drew a single knife in a reverse grip and held it lazily to her side. Meanwhile the hunters shouted to one another and quickly went to surround this elven foe of their's with firearms at the ready. Others steeled themselves with weaponry and a mage or two also readied themselves.

"Disgraces of nature... All of you. Hunter of animals... only for their pelts. I will avenge the atrocities you have all committed." The woman stated as one man shouted a demand but she ignored it so. With a surge of speed, she displaced the air around her and her focused energy erupted into a bright flash, manipulating the light into a blinding nature to her threats all around. A single stroke came from her dagger and found the neck of one man, a killing single stroke as he was blinded.

With a twirl of her heel, she whipped up around the man she had just cut as a barrage of gunfire came, pelting their already doomed comrade as the elf took in her environment. Kicking off, another displacement of mana surged her forward to her next target whom was already racking his shotgun to load his next shot. But it was futile as she came in fast, plunging her dagger deep into his chest and pummeling his body into the ground before rolling off as more gun fire followed, missing her just slightly. With a hand of intrigue, she enshrouded one man nearby that came rushing with a spear and pulled him in with a sharp jolt, pulling the fool straight into the firing path of another human, killing him and shielding her from harm as she leaped away in a sudden plume of smoke.

She took temporary shelter behind the large oaken timber barricade, crouching down as she took a moment's notice to observe the situation out of the camp's sight. Her sight extended elsewhere as she sent forth her essence to 'scout' ahead. With kunoichi training, any elf would take advantage of this as she did now. Mass confusion ensued as the elf heard the shouts of the humans while recognizing a few others among the band of hunters. Among them was a Draconian male with a massive hammer, ordering the troop as they assessed the damage and went on a full scale search.

Garza, the man she'd been intending to kill from the beginning before her position was given away by a scout. Focusing, she chose a place in the forest canopy up above on a well convenient branch. Warping up above, she immediately displaced the light and started to refract it around her very being as she appeared soundlessly on the branch. Wisps of energy circulated her before she was fully enshrouded in her disguise of light. A bow wouldn't do since the angle would be too awkward and so the elf would have to resort to shuriken again.

Down below the camp was like a hornet's nest, shouts and screams with the survivors searching high and low. Mages clearing the debris with their magic and she decided that they would be next. Garza had to fall, but his cronies would have to go first if they were to get in her way. Quietly, she leaped off the branch and crossed her arms with eight knives inbetween her fingers. Flinging her arms out, she created four illusionary copies around herself with the ninjutsu art in addition to creating a phantom projectile with each knife thrown to rain down below, each infused with energy and were suspended in the air for a moment before cascading down below, homing into eight individual targets.

Devastation followed with the remaining hunters as one gave a warning shot before being impaled by two knives, one in the eye and the other in the shoulder. Three other knives missed while the other four seeked out targets, killing one, wounding the others. One bullet dispesered one of the illusion copies but it was futile as she did a mudra with her hands and coaxed wind to swirl at the ground, slowing her descent as she breathed out a toxic green gas and dispersed all around with her wind magic as well to cover the area quicker yet it'd be less potent but enough to infect the remaining foes in her vicinity.

"Bah, the elf wants to avenge the forest? Funny, very funny." The guttural tone of Garza spoke as his slow heavy wings carried him overhead as the elf stood tall once again, the men around her gasping and coughing from being infected by the gas. She looked up and sneered at the dragon-man, saying nothing in return.

Wasting no time, she bolted off into a run, flinging three shuriken at once as she done so with the flash throw technique to where they were almost unseen until after a meter's distance. Garza heaved toward the side as he avoided the projectiles only for each to whirl around like angry wasps.

"What th--" He stated as the four pointed stars pierced him on the arms, doing little damage to his armored skin even with the added effect of magical blows landing in succession. The Draconian flew down now as he intercepted the elf's path, his giant hammer crashing down to the earth aiming to crush the assassin. Yet unlike the hulking lizard, the elf was much much more nimble than he as she lunged toward the side, rolling away as the hammer slammed down, cracking the ground as it webbed outwards with a few broken chunks flinging up into the air. Yet still the dragon man simply turned his head and there a blast of flame came shooting out from his mouth.

The elf gave a surprised gasp just as her eyes began to glow an eerie gold, tapping into her connection finally with solonor and everything felt as if it slowed down yet it was her hyper-awareness kicking in. With a surge of mana, she propelled herself to the side, away from the deadly roar of flames. Seems this dragon would also have the ability to become a full sized one if he'd done that...

Garza took to the air again as he heaved his hammer yet again in one hand, flying straight down to combat the elf in close ranged combat. One swing, one evasion yet again but the elf couldn't give a counter due to the scaled defense Garza had as they rose up like spikes and made a dreadful reconsideration to her tactic.

"What's wrong, elf can't touch this?" Garza said in reply to her hasty leap back to his natural defense. She stared at the man as her golden eyes focused more as Garza exclaimed a shout of pain as he felt nausia and burns creeping at his skin. Cursing and swearing, the man was wide open as he touched ground and flinched at the sudden pain, dropping his guard for that brief second.

With a large and volatile burst of energy, the elven assassin rushed in at break neck speed as she converted solar energy into her most potent dash. Garza had quickly anticipated the elf but it was a fraction too late as she homed in. The pressure in the air around intensified as her single dagger glowed with the golden light of Solonor, her very energy poured in for the blow. There with a single stab to the chest, the elf delivered her assassination in a almost flashy matter, sending forth the radiant light deep within the draconian's body till which it literally fried him from the inside out complete with a deep, yowling cry to the sky as the intense light glowed from the inside of his body like the sun.

With this final blow, the elven assassin didn't stick around as she lunged off the ground with a surge of mana yet again. The target was dead and the humans that hadn't died from her toxic gas were starting to come to only to find their leader baking like a turkey dinner.

"Adiel Aldaval" One man muttered as they witnessed the assassin take to the trees, leaping away with great speed.

Rpc Name: Haven't decided
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Generalmistressshaman-Damesmpresschieftain [Trainee]
Bloodline applied for: Incubus/Succy
What you know about the bloodline: It's all about being an almost irresistible ratchet (ho)ochie mama/daddy that everyone wants to bone. The more you have sex the more powerful you are. There's the whole BDSM slave/master relationship which powers up your character. Of course the succy/incy is entirely submissive to what their master says. They'll follow orders immediately and protect their master in every way they can. This includes everyone who may be trying to take their master away from them.
Rp Sample:

Her heels clicked against the wooden planks of the inn. Jade had finally found the men who stole something very, very important to her. It took hours and hours of research but she was very diligent in her mad pursuit. They had not even given her the choice of reclaiming it. They destroyed it. The men stole Jade's life, her love. They left her raped of any purpose outside of vengeance. It had driven her to the brink. For days she tottered on the edge of insanity. Jade could only lay in the drying pools of blood, the only bits of her master that were left. But something held her from the deep abyss of a broken mind. It was a darkness so black it sucked in all other light. It was hatred, a pure rage nearly tangible. It drove her to find the ******** murderers who forever stole her passion for anything. Even if she could never have her master returned to her she could in the least kill the bastards who took her away. But murder was not something easily done. This plan had been carefully created, the timing had to be perfect before she acted on it. It was known that the men were soldiers, soldiers with a taste for beer and broads. They were not hard to find, all she had to do was follow the jests and brags in a local tavern. Jade had a very special skill set, one bred into her and honed by her master. The soldiers consisted of five surly men, all with very brutish features. They craved simple things, a good drink and a mostly pretty face. Jade played the serving wench for the night, allowing them to paw at her, even pull her tail. Every time they touched her she could only think of how those hands were the ones that decimated her master. A shiver of pure hatred would rack her body, causing her to rustle her wings. The men all enjoyed this, misinterpreting it as something entirely different. But she held in her rage and locked in an easy smile, keeping the drinks flowing. From there it had only been a sly remark and a yearning look to get the men into bed.

Jade closed the door to the room and turned to the five men slowly, letting her tail swish seductively through the air. A smirk graced her face as she strutted forth, motioning with her finger for a man to sit down. The soldiers tripped and shoved each other in a race to be first. The man who sat down had a stupid look on his face as he spread his legs and tapped a hand on his thigh. Jade had to swallow to keep the bile from rising. She walked a slow circle around him, letting her tail drag against his leg. When she made a full circuit Jade swung one leg over him and saddled the soldier. She gripped his shirt with both hands and pulled him close, letting her lips hover just before his. The tip of her tail traced a line over the man's chest and stopped just before his neck. Jade leaned back and smiled, shoving her tail right into the man's throat. There was a squelching noise that accompanied the spray of blood from out of the man's neck. Jade's tail flicked an arc of blood from the tip, causing the men to flinch away. When the realization of what happened kicked in the men went after her. Jade ripped her tail out of the man and whirled, sending the chair toppling over. Her nails rapidly grew and hardened as she slashed at the first man to reach for her. He screamed in pain as his fingers were severed and sent into the air. She reached one hand out as she backed up from the men and pulled at her energy once more. Jade lashed her arm out and created a whip of flames. The fiery whip flashed across the room and wrapped around the neck of one of the soldiers. he gripped at it and screamed, his skin searing to a crisp. Jade released it and pivoted, grabbing the fist of her victim and stabbing her nails into his stomach. She kicked him away from her and turned. One of the soldiers had flanked her and backhanded her to the ground. Jade dropped and lay against the floor for a moment, seeming injured. The man reached to turn her but Jade had other plans. The moment his eyes met hers he was stunned, completely petrified. She smiled once more as her tail shot forward and buried itself deep into the groin of the man. He gurgled out blood and toppled over, unable to move. Jade aimed both of her hands out at another soldier and launched a fiery energy ball straight to his face. The last soldier realized he was outclassed and threw his hands over his head. Jade rose to her feet and used her thumb to wipe away the blood that had spilled across her lips. It was all over her, and even tasted sweet. Her rage had turned to excitement at the thought of her final vengeance. It made her temperature rise and her eyes glaze over; the yearning and need completely in control. Jade walked to the man and pushed his hands above his head, rubbing his crotch with one hand as she pressed against him. She dragged a single finger across her bloodied chest and pressed it onto the lips of the men, leaning in to whisper two words. "I'm wet." Jade said referring to the...blood from the soldiers. The man definitely had the weirdest boner right now. Jade held the man's head still as she leaned forward and met their lips, her tongue sliding his mouth. His fear and anxiety stopped almost instantly, replaced by wanting. Jade felt him struggle to push her away, but his attempts were half-hearted. Jade pressed further against him and stared into his eyes as she literally sucked the life out of him. It was over much too soon for her. She stood there for what seemed like hours, basking in what she had done. The moment ended too soon as voices were shouting and banging at the door. Jade walked to the window, pushing it open and leaving a bloody print. Her wings spread as she jumped out, flying away into the cold and lonely night.