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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 4:26 pm
 
Once upon a time there was a vampire, his name was Hunter Black. This vampire was unique for his kind, he was born along with his twin brother. Being born a pure vampire was extremely rare because it takes so much to impregnate a vampiress, it is more often a human mother with a vampire father, creating a halfbreed. But back to our Hunter, he was born in the early 1700's and through his long life he has had... more than a few friends, acquaintances, lovers, and enemies. Of all of them really only a five stand out.
The first.... Belle: A vampiress of whom he was madly in love with. They stayed together for almost a year before she brutally betrayed him to a vampire hunter, holding him down herself as the hunter tried to close in with the knife. He killed them both and has never been the same since.
After Belle Hunter went on widespread killing sprees, not giving a damn about any kind of authority and it still shows to this very day the impact Belle had on his life through his actions. He wandered around from place to place, making more acquaintances in his best friend Armand and former mentor Airi. Airi was an ancient vampiress of who the two friends wound up in quiet the fight over, although Hunter decided it wasn't worth the friendship because of some vampiress... His life didn't change again however until he met,
The second... Ravin: The woman who broke his bond with Airi. A vampiress with extraordinary self control and will power. Hunter met her shortly after his bouts of training and affairs with Airi and his fights with Armand. She intrigued him after their first meeting in a Paris alleyway. He had stumbled upon her cornered by an vampire hunter and killed him and in the process of drinking the hunters blood she told him he was a despicable sadist. They soon became close friends despite Ravin's pacifist and "vegetarian" ways. She taught him killing wasn't always the answer and helped to, if the words of Airi were any indication, "tame" him.
He and Ravin parted ways when Ravin decided to go to the "new world" and he moved around some more. His killing sprees had lessened and he was doing fine, moving around as necessary to keep his identity a secret. And he finally made it back to Paris. That is where he met,
The third... Raffaele of all his partners this was the most odd. A priest, a vampire hunter, and strangest of all, a man... a fight had broken out between his friend Armand and Raffaele. His mentor Airi joined as well as himself. The problem? Raffaele held an uncanny likeness to the hunter that Belle had betrayed him for... Which was very bad for the hunter. He dragged him off, intent to exact some sort of torture on the unfortunate man, but something happened.... He found he would rather screw the man than kill him. Then he became attached, he never did love the man as Raffaele seemed to do him, but he was attached close to the point of love. A few problems arose, for example Hunter knowing that he shouldn't fool around with Raffaele, that nothing good could have come of it, which caused him to leave, he came back at the scream of his lover and they moved to Australia with Hunter's family, nothing too extreme went down, other than Hunter having to put his twin in his place for messing with Raffaele. The that creature came, he fought, but he couldn't overcome the damn thing, a creature that could change shapes at will... he actually didn't find out what it was until he started to associate himself with his demon housekeeper then he found out what it was... Versipellis never again would he deal with the foul creature.
After Raffaele was dragged off Hunter went through another depression before moving around yet again. His life continued like this for some time, including his parents sending the demon "housekeeper" which he later found out was more of a bodyguard, but a bodyguard against Hunter to keep him from causing a scene... He trained with the demon David for sometime, finding yet another that he couldn't beat. David was trained to stop him and any other vampire that tried to help him. They are good friends now. A few years after he settled down in the states he met,
The fourth.... Veronica and the fifth... Dylan: Hunter met both Veronica and Dylan in the same day, at the same place. One of them changed his life for the better, the other removed a part of it completely. Veronica Rose Milton... when he met her he never would have dreamed that it would turn out the way it did. The first time he met her he literally shoved her away, in his haste to escape her company. However, he had later decided that keeping her as a late night snack would be even better and began the age old ritual of wooing and seducing her to lure her in. Oops. After finding out the only place she had to stay was her car he took a risk on his meal investment and took her home to keep any other vampires from snacking on her. The only problem was that he steadily fell for her, something about her.. he couldn't place it... but after just a few days he couldn't picture his life without her he bit her, almost killing her from his blood lust in the process. They fought, the yelled the ******** and the loved one another more than life itself. After that, they got married a year later and moved to his homeland in Australia.
Dylan however.... well Hunter killed Dylan. He was Ravin's lover, her first and her last. The human male wound up impregnating his friend before she changed him, the baby had ripped his sister like friend open from the inside out, Hunter had mercilessly killed the father and raised their child.
Veronica Black. The young vampiress now married to Hunter Black. Though some funny circumstances brought her to him. She certainly wasn’t born a vampire, which meant the blood thirsty male vampire must have turned her… But I’m getting ahead of myself, let us start from the beginning. She was born Veronica Rose Milton, ever since she was a child she was beaten by her father, brutally beaten actually. Which scarred her mind as well as her body. In order to feel… better, she needed to find something she was good at. Well, that turned out to be sex. So she became the more subtle school whore. She was good at it. And miraculously her reputation didn’t go to s**t. The only problem was that she was still in the abusive household of her father. Her mother, in a last ditch attempt to save her other child sent her to a private school.
Wickwood. The only problem with this plan? Wickwood was a school for vampires, they were trying a new program, seeing what would happen if they integrated the vampires of the school with human students. This was bound to cause some problems and it did. Veronica, spotting Hunter in a group of his vampire friends was instantly intrigued. And she then made the mistake, or was it luck that made her do it, well she tried to sit in the vampire section of the hall, next to the “gorgeous blonde” she had seen earlier. Neither the vampires nor Hunter were having any of that, Hunter left while his best friend told poor Veronica in not so many words to ******** off. Veronica went, situating herself in a corner, feeling sad and dejected, had she ruined her chance at friends in this new school already? Well, Hunter wherever he was had decided to come back, Veronica didn’t know why. But she did know that having such a hot boy escorting her around, showing her where her classes were. They wound up in a fragrant garden and Veronica wound up throwing herself into the vampire’s arms. Well apparently that caused problems with Hunter. Veronica didn’t know what was going on as the male pushed her away. Rejected. She ran off, only to have Hunter find her in the school gardens and comfort her. Of course she didn't know this was all a ruse. So she accepted it gratefully and accepted his offer to stay the night even more gratefully. To which unknown to her Hunter began seducing his "prey" Or maybe his prey had seduced him, because rather than killing her he revealed his vampiric identity and cuddled with her till school the next morning. He bit, not change but bit her, and found that perhaps he had more self control than he thought. Countless fights, make up sessions, battles between the two. Twice they almost ended it. But throughout it all they loved each other and silly little Veronica, all she ever worried about was him leaving her. Not him killing her. Finally, he bit her.
Now she was a vampire, and one with the most insane self control anyone had ever seen, she didn't go through the newborn blood lust, nothing. It was quiet interesting. Her best friend Madeline got pregnant, Hunters best friend Armand hated her. It caused quiet the rift in her and Hunter's relationship. Thankfully they fixed it, although not without another fight of course.
They waited a year and got married, this was when Veronica Rose Milton truly became Veronica Black. After Ravin's child was grown enough to move out safely on her own, Hunter and Veronica moved to his home in Australia. They now live in a secluded place far from most civilization, and they are quiet happy there.
Never before has there been a life more ironic than that of a certain Raffaele Lucciano. Life started out simple. He was born in Italy during the Renaissance, but unlike the prominent Medici family, the Lucciano’s though religious, were extremely poor. So poor they couldn’t support their three sons, so to benefit them all, Raffaele was given to the Vatican at the tender age of seven.
That started his life as a member of the clergy. He grew up taking every word of the Bible literally. He prayed every night, served at the altar and went into training to become a priest. Eventually, the town massacres he kept hearing about started to trouble the young Raffaele who pressured his elders to explain everything to him. Since the day he was told about the Vatican’s army of vampire, werewolf, and witch hunters alike, Raffaele was trained by the leading experts to combat, and kill the evil beasts. By the time he was 22, he was not only a priest, but one of the best vampire hunters alive. Though Italy was full of ungodly creatures, it had skilled hunters to deal with the problem, France apparently did not. So Raffaele volunteered to bring peace to Paris. Well, this is where things started to spiral out of control. While patrolling the streets, Raffaele came across the dreaded, “lion manned vampire”. Raffaele who was more than capable of taking down a pureblood was confident…but was then cornered by yet another Asian vampire, this time a woman wearing too much perfume. As if he wasn’t screwed already, another vampire decided to join the two others, his name, Hunter Black. For some reason, to this day Raffaele couldn’t say why, Hunter decided to whisk him away, apparently to kill him all by himself. Out of some freak chance, Hunter decided not kill Raffaele, which is where the priest’s fascination came into play. He had never actually gotten to know a vampire before. Usually he just killed them without so much as asking their name. It was an interesting experience though their early meetings were full of screaming, threats and Raffaele being thrown into walls….As the short times passed, a strange turn of events occurred, that landed Raffaele on top of Hunter’s bed….with Hunter on top of him. To make matters worse, Raffaele had enjoyed the experience so much, they did it again…and again. Well not only was Raffaele no longer a virgin, he had doused himself in the sin of homosexuality, with a vampire. Of course he’d get burned at the stake if anyone found out, but that was the least of the priest’s worries. He had slapped God in the face. And it troubled him far too much. This trouble seemed to be put on the back burner as Raffaele’s feelings of attachment to Hunter grew. The other was affectionate, and hell Raffaele was having a lot of fun….until things took a turn for the worst. He was out alone in the middle of the night, as per usual, when suddenly, out of nowhere, some weird scary creature man thing, raped him! Last time Raffaele checked, men weren’t usually raped! That wasn’t even the most disturbing news, the man who had raped him clearly wasn’t human, but he wasn’t anything Raffale had been in contact either. The event troubled both Hunter and Raffaele. So much so that Hunter pulled a disappearing act and abandoned Raffaele on the steps of the cathedral.
Never before had Raffaele been in so much pain. He felt abandoned, worthless, broken. He laid there for hours, crying his eyes out on the revelation that he was dangerously an irrevocably in love with Hunter Black. Apparently that wasn’t enough sorrow for the priest in love with a vampire. The unknown creature from before made itself present and tried to lure Raffaele away. Raffaele ran, and screamed for help, and thankfully, Hunter came to the rescue. The creature disappeared but the commotion caused a mob to form. The mob gave up, but there was talk that they would search the next night. With this in mind Hunter and Raffaele decided it would be best to run away to Australia and live with Hunter’s family. They succeeded in their escape and a year went by without any serious drama. Nothing however, stays safe for long. The creature reappeared and a fight broke out. It seemed Hunter wasn’t enough to defeat the being, and Raffaele who had been the main target all along, was killed and dragged off by the creature.
But did he actually die? In fact, it was quite the opposite. The creature had given him immortality, but at a very---strange price.
Versipellis are the root species of all werewolf, lycan, loup-garou, and in some cases vampires. They are so rare, that they are in a sense unheard of. There are give or take, ten or maybe less versipellis alive in the world at one time. The reason? That’s how many people are able to become one. Raffaele was apparently destined to become such a being. The creature that attacked him, a old veripellis intent on continuing the race. He transformed the priest by implementing his DNA within him (the rape), forcing him to cope with extreme feelings of despair (the abandonment) and at last biting him. Raffaele did not take the news kindly. He did not want for one second to be a monster. Being a vampire he could have accepted but a versipellis was a beast that could shape shift at will and was capable of controlling lycans and werewolves alike. To make matters worse, the peace loving Raffaele was victim to a deadly inner rage while transforming into a versipellis. He killed more people than he could count, ingested their bodies, and all the senior versipellis could do was tell him it was the inevitable.
Years and years went by and Raffaele learned to control his new found power. He established himself and took up the responsibilities of the elder versipellis. Though he experienced extreme changes, he didn’t forget about his once love Hunter Black, and his hope to one day, maybe meet him again.
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 9:59 am
You guys know the drill by now, pick four colors, fill in all the blanks, yeah... : ) [align=center](Insert picture here, real image only, image form no bigger than 200x200 )
[b][color=4]In The Mirror[/color][/b][/align]
[color=1][b]The Name They Gave Me At Birth Was...[/b][/color][color=3][i](Insert Name here)[/i][/color]
[color=2][b]Still Counting...[/b][/color][color=4][i](age goes here, the youngest in this one should be roughly 300 years old)[/i][/color]
[color=3][b]Look In My Pants You'll See I'm A....[/b][/color] [color=1][i](gender)[/i][/color]
[color=4][b]My Preference In Bedmates Is....[/b][/color][color=2][i](Orentation)[/i][/color]
[align=right][color=1][b]My All Powerful Ruler, Damn Them, Is....[/b][color] [color=3][i](Username)[/i][/color]
[color=2][b]You Can See My Past Up Above But My Personality Has Yet To Be Shown....[/b][/color] [color=4][i](Personality goes here)[/i][/color]
[color=4][b]I Need Spaghetti Sauce!!![/b][/color] [color=2][i](Favorites go ******** Off[/b][/color] [color=1][i](dislikes go here)[/i][/color][/align]
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 7:39 pm
 In The Mirror The Name They Gave Me At Birth Was...Hunter Ryan Black Still Counting...Around 986, give or take a few decades… Look In My Pants You'll See I'm A.... Male My Preference In Bedmates Is....Bisexual My All Powerful Ruler, Damn Them, Is.... crayons 4 the color blind
You Can See My Past Up Above But My Personality Has Yet To Be Shown.... I’ve calmed down quite a bit… well sort of. Probably because there hasn’t been anyone around to get angry at. I’m still temperamental and protective. Still an a**, but I’m a loveable one. Like a teddy bear with fangs…..
I Need Spaghetti Sauce!!! Blood
Veronica
Hunting
People in General
Kangaroos
Human food  In The MirrorMy All Powerful Ruler, Damn Them, Is.... Samanthaualani
You Can See My Past Up Above But My Personality Has Yet To Be Shown....
Well, as you've been told I have insane control. Which is funny because when I was a human my self control was down the toilet. I've become quite the fashionista. Now, I used to be really interested in fashion anyway, but after Emily moved out on her own and Hunter and I moved back to Austrailia I had a lot of extra time on my hands. There's not a lot of people around, which can get lonely, and I have a lot of free space in our house to have lots of stuff. Its filled with clothes of all sorts. I've been published in magazines, or my work has really. I'm still the loud mouth I've always been. Blunt. Very fiesty and sexual. I'm utterly determined and my determination has only grown since I was transformed into the beautiful creature that I am now. And I've become insanely sarcastic as well. Wild. Fierce. Irrational. That about sums it up (=
I Need Spaghetti Sauce!!!
-Fashion
-Hunter
-Sex
-Fighting
-People Stepping on my Toes
-My Father, whom I still dislike and haven't seen in years. I heard he finally croaked..of natural causes..of course..
-Yellow
-Blood Lust, which I don't feel often  In The Mirror The Name They Gave Me At Birth Was...Raffaele Lucciano Still Counting...802 i] Look In My Pants You'll See I'm A.... boy… My Preference In Bedmates Is....Gay, rainbows all the way! My All Powerful Ruler, Damn Them, Is.... Troubled Monster
You Can See My Past Up Above But My Personality Has Yet To Be Shown.... My personality I think, has everything to do with my past. I’m not as nice, or as humble, as I used to be. I’m still generous in the sense that I like helping people out, and I like seeing people happy, and making them feel good, but I don’t have patience anymore. I can snap at my “underlings” because it pisses me off when they don’t do what I say! Really the biggest difference in my personality now is that I was once very submissive, and I played the hand I was dealt, now however, I’m in charge and I make sure I’m the one doing the dealing. Um…I’m easily excited! I’m accepting of all sorts of people and I’m really open, so long as everything gets done. Oh, I’ve gotten a lot gayer in my later years. I mean, I’m going to be alive for thousands of years, I can at least try to make it something other than a living hell! Aside from that, I’m secretly self tortured, and very guilty.
I Need Spaghetti Sauce!!!
My favorites have really changed from life in the 1500’s.
*Eating, I just can’t stop eating!
*Pasta!
*When things get done quickly
*Werewolves, vampires, lycans, you name it
*Animals
*Doing a good job (that however, did not change)
*When people understand that I’m in charge
*Children
*Gay Pride!
*Lady Gaga!
*Being alone
These too, have changed considerably
^When people treat me like I’m the Godfather
^Being hungry all the time
^When things get screwed up
^When people take the lord’s name in vain, I just can’t break that habit!
^Gay haters, I was a priest alright, just shut the ******** up about God and gays already
^My inability to never take relationships seriously
^The fact that I’ve completely changed my species
^My early killing sprees…I’ve got nothing more to say on this matter
^The separation from someone very important to me
^Being molested by people who don’t think you notice what’s going on
^Being alone
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 10:11 pm
Everyone has an opinion about love, what it is, what it is not,
how, why and when. Everyone, from the breastfed babe to the
night creature. Love is as personal, and as universal, as we
desire to create it. For me, love is defined by my immortal beloved,
whom I sought for centuries. Hunter yawned and stretched, snuggling up to the naked body next to him and blinking at the light. ******** morning, how he loathed it. He raised his head up slightly and looked at the pale beauty lying next to him a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Not one of his one night stands, he hadn't had one of those in at least three centuries. The woman lying next to him was his wife Veronica and he leaned over, kissing her softly before moving silently out of bed to pull on a pair of boxers and run his fingers through his mussed up hair and yawning again.
What to do this morning, hunt? That was always fun, but he figured he would wait for Veronica to wake up first and see what she wanted to do, as long as it didn't have to do with clothes he was good with it. Now that their official honeymoon was over. Which was quiet a few decades overdue considering they had been raising Ravin's child when they had gotten married and neither had wanted to leave the girl alone at home long enough to have a proper honeymoon. But anyways, now that was over he and Veronica had talked it over and decided to stay in Australia. Hunter personally liked it better here anyways, although he wasn't really sure what Veronica thought of the seclusion. He sighed and shook his head, looking back to the vampiress with an involuntary grin, refraining from jumping on her and waking her up. Which would only lead to them wrestling and having sex... again. Yeah... they did that more than enough, not that Hunter was complaining of course. She had a massive sexual appetite before he changed her and after she was turned it just got worse.
Ahhh good days.
*** Edited (:
Veronica, my soul, my eternal beloved.
I see it all in your eyes, the past pain of mortality,
the current of your deep red blood, the unfurling of our future.
All of it beats to the rhythm of my love and yours.
Eternity is enough time to spend with you. Almost.
I give you everything.
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 8:13 pm
rex rgis inter bestia
a king among the beasts ╔══════════════════════════════════╗
XWas the b***h gone!?
Raffaele sprung upwards. The snowy furs around him that acted as expensive blankets flew up then exploded like a fiery volcano. The bleached room, white in every aspect save for the black accents scattered about the living conditions, was bleak, void of all human life.
Wonderful.
Raffaele turned to his side, leaning into the mattress as he indented the material with weight of his hand. Well, no one was next to him.
Thank God.
Green eyes melted into gray, black hair faded to brown and within the second, everything about Raffaele had changed...back to normal really. He really did hate sleeping in a fake human form. Humans were hard to morph into, and really, Raffaele thought he was cuter than any of his current bank account's preferences.
Then again the b***h hadn't ever seen what Raffaele really looked like, and Raffaele was going to keep it that way!
He rolled out of bed, exuberant that the rich b***h was out working, or doing whatever it was he did....it didn't matter anyway, because eventually the billionaire Dante Montecharllo, would be mauled by an animal.
So what, he had a sugar daddy no big deal! How else was he supposed to get money? Raffaele thought he had a great plan going on! The reason Dante was interested at all was because the b***h knew Raffaele could be anyone, which meant a lot of different bedroom experiences! Raffaele was the ultimate sex fiend, because he could be anybody!
But of course, it costed a pretty penny to experience the rarity of a versipellis.
A half hour ready Raffaele was dressed and looking chic, as always. Three seconds after that, Raffaele was in the kitchen where he found a breakfast of ten pancakes, two bacon egg and cheeses, some hash browns, yogurt, seven chocolate chip muffins and of course, some strawberries, because he needed to get some fruit in there.
Hey! You got hungry when you were the entirety of the animal kingdom...and beyond!
"Um sir." Raffaele head snapped to the sound of the voice from the stool he was currently stuffing his face on. Ah, werewolf henchmen! Raffaele swallowed.
"What?" He asked stabbing a whole pancake with his fork.
"Remember those two vampires we scouted out before?"
"The ones in the middle of nowhere?"
"Yeah that's them!"
"What about it?"
"Well they're staying here permanently, and because this is your territory, me, Dan, Stephen, and the others think you should probably go give them a visit, lay down the law and stuff." Raffaele seemed to mull over the idea for a while, his lips twisting characteristically as the thought.
"Okay, andiamo!" Raffaele got up, sure to grab and devour strawberries in the process.
"Go get everyone and tell them to be all wolfy."
"Yes sir, and also sir, um, your..." Raffaele sensed the struggle.
"He's considered my income."
"Your income said he'd be back in two days and that he got you a 'special something'."
"I'm not wearing anymore thongs."
╚══════════════════════════════════╝He's my evil shadow dove
My black Palamito
Can't break him like a diamond skull
I can't seem to do so
Can't just rob him out like the
Mob used to do so
Like memories of porno and tear stains
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 1:38 pm
I don't care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me
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Veronica Rose Black lay next to the significantly larger, and also naked, body by her. Her head rested against his chest, her mind traveled across plains and orchards, blissful dreams filled with color. This was something that had been happening quite often lately.
Her new obession with color had taken over not only her work, but her mind as well it seemed.
Sometime in the early dawn she felt her loved one pull away from her. Her ear twitched as she listened to Hunter walk around the room. Veronica was, more or less, waiting for him to pounce on her and awaken her.
When she realized that this was not in his plans she slowly turned on her back and sighed heavily. "Is it really already time to get up?" She moaned as she sat up and stretched.
Veronica placed her hands behind her and leaned her head back, feeling a crack in her back. "Ahh," She groaned in relief before sliding out of the bed and making her way over to Hunter.
She licked her lips. "I'm simply starving dear, are you up for a nice morning hunt?" Her voice rang out softly into the new morning light.
Her eyes danced passed Hunter and out the large window in their bedroom. She looked out across the land of Austrailia. It wasn't exactly Rome, Paris, Italy, or even New York. But it was quiet. Lonely, at times. But it was still pretty.
Not particularly her first choice, but it was Hunters mainland, his home. And love meant sacrafice.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 1:50 pm
Everyone has an opinion about love, what it is, what it is not,
how, why and when. Everyone, from the breastfed babe to the
night creature. Love is as personal, and as universal, as we
desire to create it. For me, love is defined by my immortal beloved,
whom I sought for centuries. Hunter watched as Veronica stirred beneath the blankets and he grinned as he rummaged through the drawers of his dresser, yes his dresser, Veronica had the massive walk in closet. There was no way in hell all those clothes would even fit in the dresser anyways. He grabbed a plain pair of pants and one of his favorite worn out button up shirts, this one being baby blue and made of the material that shed blood off like water. Very useful stuff that was.
He turned to look at the nude beauty before him and grinned pulling her towards him to kiss her softly on the lips, letting his mouth linger there for a moment before parting and pulling on his pants.
"I would love to my rose, but you have to get dressed first." he teased her, a long standing joke on how long it usually took her to get ready for anything. He grinned and pulled on his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. They both liked it better that way anyways.
Veronica, my soul, my eternal beloved.
I see it all in your eyes, the past pain of mortality,
the current of your deep red blood, the unfurling of our future.
All of it beats to the rhythm of my love and yours.
Eternity is enough time to spend with you. Almost.
I give you everything.
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 5:19 pm
rex rgis inter bestia
a king among the beasts ╔══════════════════════════════════╗
XIn all of Raffaele's experiences with vampires, as something other than a holy slayer/a vampire's bed mate, he found that the fang forward species, was kind of racist. So he'd go meet the recently moved in duo, with fangs! He'd look like a vampire, he'd act like a vampire, and even better, he'd smell like one too. No one ever seemed to question his transformations...they were just too legitimate to second guess!
Now at the edge of the city, where no one could see the group change into beasts, Raffaele went over the game plan.
"Okay, Stephen I heard you're the one doing most of the scouting, so I'll have you lead us in. When we get there, be nice." Raffaele looked over the group. Sure the pack of lycans were puppy dogs to him, but to everyone else they were ravenous monsters---and that was because they had temperament issues. "If they start getting out of control for some reason, overpower them." Simple enough!
He didn't ask if there were any questions, because honestly if someone ******** up after they had been doing this same thing for at least 70 years, Raffaele would slap a b***h.
With a blink, Raffaele was an entirely different person. Different bones, different height, different face, hell he even had red eyes! And after pretending to be a vampire for so long, he even remembered to change his jaw enough to fit his newly acquired fangs.
The men around him became monsters and before a word was said, they were traveling faster than the human eye could see through the sand and the foliage to the place, Raffaele least expected.
They grew closer, and suddenly, Raffaele couldn't believe it. He had lived here! Literally lived her, escaped here even!
With Hunter....which meant, SOME b***h WAS LIVING IN HUNTER'S HOUSE!
Well Raff was kicking someone out today! The pack was in the front yard of the house, and Raffaele, was assaulted with a scent that made him oddly, nostalgic.
He figured the vamps would notice them instantly.
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My black Palamito
Can't break him like a diamond skull
I can't seem to do so
Can't just rob him out like the
Mob used to do so
Like memories of porno and tear stains
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 3:06 pm
I don't care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me
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Veronica was watching as Hunter moved away to dress. He was always so simply put together, but nevertheless he still contained his rough look and tough exterior.
She smiled, without thinking about it as he moved towards her. Such grace, she had long since become accustomed to.
His lips pressed against hers, lingered, and then he moved away once more. "Riight, give me a century and I should be almost ready." She winked before moving over to her walk-in closet. Any human could get lost in there. She found herself constantly trying to organize it. But that never did any good.
Within the next hour or so every article of clothing and shoe, and whatever else she had stuffed in there, ended up in a tangled aray on the floor of the closet.
She dug through some of the clothes that she had put together just for hunting occasions. When she finally pulled out a pair of short denim shorts and a pink tube top, underneath was a cute matching set of black panties and a strapless bra.
Her hair was longer, still its natural straight self, hanging down passed her shoulders. She sighed before her ears twitched, picking up some activity outside the house.
"Hunter, we have company." Veronica was far from finished getting ready but she was curious as to how someone had found their house. Its not as if they had many visitors. She made her way to the hall, where there was a window that overlooked the frontside of their house.
"Do you know him?"
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 3:44 pm
Everyone has an opinion about love, what it is, what it is not,
how, why and when. Everyone, from the breastfed babe to the
night creature. Love is as personal, and as universal, as we
desire to create it. For me, love is defined by my immortal beloved,
whom I sought for centuries. Hunter was tapping his fingers against the dresser, waiting on Veronica, she really did take an eternity to get ready...
He sighed before sniffing and standing up straighter, what in the hell were werewolves doing around here? Even worse, what was another vampire doing here, he seemed to notice their presence the same time Veronica did because she stepped out of the closet and announced they had visitors. He growled slightly, walking next to her to peer out the window. No in fact he did not know that vampire, nor did he like the pack of dogs in his front yard.
He growled again and was down the stairs and out the door, standing in the entryway in a flash. Despite the dimness of the early morning sun Hunter could clearly see a good number of werewolves, with a vampire standing right in the center, almost as if he were the leader of the pack.
Which was damn weird to begin with. Hunter growled and crossed his arms over his still exposed chest. "What the hell are you doing on my property?" in his territory he could deal with, never had much of a territorial issue anyways. But when you just barged in on a guy, that wasn't right at all.
"You and your pack of mutts get the ******** out of here." he growled again in agitation.
Veronica, my soul, my eternal beloved.
I see it all in your eyes, the past pain of mortality,
the current of your deep red blood, the unfurling of our future.
All of it beats to the rhythm of my love and yours.
Eternity is enough time to spend with you. Almost.
I give you everything.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 4:28 pm
rex rgis inter bestia
a king among the beasts ╔══════════════════════════════════╗
XThe nostalgia was surely going to kill him. It was going to grab him by the throat, press him up against the unforgiving wall, and stranggle him until his lips were blue and his immortal life was over.
But wait, it wasn't nostaliga if this was real life. If the nostaliga was right In front of him telling him to get the ******** out of here.
Raffaele blinked and his pack of werewolves growled ferociously at the man offending their versipellis.
Raffaele couldn't hear anything however. He was trapped in a world of what ifs and is this possibles.
He stepped back, a smile slowly making it's way onto his face.
"H-Hunter?" God even his voice was different.
╚══════════════════════════════════╝He's my evil shadow dove
My black Palamito
Can't break him like a diamond skull
I can't seem to do so
Can't just rob him out like the
Mob used to do so
Like memories of porno and tear stains
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 7:50 pm
I don't care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me
But crash and crave you when you leave █▄ █ █▄█ ▄█▀▀█▀ ▄█▀▄█▀ ▄█▀ █▄ ██ █▀ ▄█ ▄█▀ █▄ ▄ ▀█ ▄█▀ ▄█▀ ▄█▀█▄██▄ ▀█▀ ▄▀ ▄█▀ █▄ █▄█ ▀█▀ ▄▀
Veronica ran off after Hunter as he flew out the front door to see the crowd that had gathered in their front yard.
She showed up by his side right as the vampire-looking fellow spoke.
She cocked her head to the side, her nose wrinkling at the terrible smell that surronded her. Werewolfs did not smell very yummy.
Wait..
"Sweetie, he seems to know you." Her fine-tuned eyes ran over this boys face. He looked, shocked. Maybe scared? That was odd.
She hooked her arm through Hunters and leaned into him. What the hell was going on?
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 7:58 pm
Everyone has an opinion about love, what it is, what it is not,
how, why and when. Everyone, from the breastfed babe to the
night creature. Love is as personal, and as universal, as we
desire to create it. For me, love is defined by my immortal beloved,
whom I sought for centuries. Hunter growled even more when Veronica came outside, although that was more of a natural protective instinct now that his love was in harms way.
"Veronica, my family has lived in this area for over 2500 years, almost everyone knows me here." yeah so the shocked greeting didn't mean s**t. And Hunter didn't fail to notice those werewolves getting more agitated either. Of course he didn't know what the hell was going on, so that made him agitated as well and he was quiet ready to say ******** talking, as always, and rip a few heads off.
But that was just Hunter for you.
Veronica, my soul, my eternal beloved.
I see it all in your eyes, the past pain of mortality,
the current of your deep red blood, the unfurling of our future.
All of it beats to the rhythm of my love and yours.
Eternity is enough time to spend with you. Almost.
I give you everything.
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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