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Post by nyteshayde on Apr 13, 2011 2:00:49 GMT -5
Zmey arrived at her home, where she planned on housing others like herself. She looked over the Victorian mansion, the colors in a dark scheme of purple and black. The place was surrounded by a pointed fence, the tips sharpened to a point that would cut someone's flesh easily. Her back slung over her shoulder she pushed open the black iron gate, and it swung closed behind her with a clang.
Her white/silver eyes looked over the vast yard that surround the Gothic styled Victorian home. The grass was a healthy dark green, and ancient oaks stood proudly at the corners. The pond that was partly visible glinted in the early lunar light beneath the long resting tendrils of the old willow trees which stood somewhat hunched over the water. The yard was empty of any debris, kept neat by the landscapers she guessed.
As her converse clad feet ascended the stairs, the wood creaked with age, but not weakness. She smiled to herself as she took in the house given to her by an old relative, her gaze looking both directions, the porch wrapped around the whole house. She could see clearly all the way down both ways, the right side overlooking the pond that hid expertly behind the hunching willows' leaves that hung from long fingers that served as their perch. To the left that side looked over toward the neighbors more.. modern style of home. Both sides disappeared out of sight as they wound around house.
She stepped inside her new home, that also served as a safe haven for those on the run and a place of acceptance for others like her, and those who were different. Her steps echoed quietly throughout the mansion, and she flipped on the light for the chandelier that hung from the high ceiling on a strong chain. Stairs reached for the three floors, pausing to allow a floor to be. If she remembered correctly, there were many rooms and lots of space, empty enough to allow personalization. She knew her bags and such where already in the Master bedroom, which was a tad bigger than all the rest, and that the house had it's workers that would take the load of her for cleaning this massive space. Though they were never seen, unless it was the butlers and chefs.
Zmey walked up the stairs, not minding the three flights of at least twenty or more steps to the top where her room lay. She pushed open the large elaborate decorated door with ease, the lights automatically flipping on and she was somewhat surprised that everything was put away and designed just as she wanted it; the room was her kind of heaven, a room in a dark color scheme, of black walls, lined with dark purple. The furniture was crimson red, her bed a four poster, black wood, with a black canopy that embraced the red colored sheets and blankets. The carpet was black, with her symbol embedded into it in purple (This was a dragon wrapped around a Gothic styled cross). Dark drapes hung over glass double doors that led onto the large balcony. 'They took in the detail about her disliking the sunlight to heart' She mused. The room was very.. very big. The bathroom she had off her room had a softer goth look to it, a large deep-set tub, and a separate shower. The color scheme matching her room to her bathroom. It was also electronics galore for her too, a part of her room was separated into an office like room. Her computers for her web developing and other various jobs where laid out perfectly in a semi circle black wooded desk, with a comfortable leather chair in the middle. Black leather couches where set in another portion of the room, and a wall-mounted T.V (it was a decent size) hung center. Zmey was pleased with what they had done for her, and what they would do for the arrivals.
Deciding she should get some sleep, she pulled back the curtain around her bed, and changed out of her black skinny jeans, and her Escape The Fate band tee, pulling on her comfortable cotton sleep wear, that bore a rose on the front of the shirt. As she crawled into her King sized bed, the lights dimmed and turned off as she settled in to sleep.
This would pass the time to await the arrivals.
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Post by darkfang on Apr 13, 2011 17:37:01 GMT -5
Pain and darkness clouded her vision like a wave of midnight that had never been touched by sunlight. The girl winced and gasped as her body shifted and changed; tried to claw out of her skin as she heard the sickening crunch of her bones under her skin. Somehow she knew her very DNA was churning and unraveling beneath her flesh. A jolting wave of pain washed over her body, causing her to spasm violently. A terrified scream pushed through her tightly clenched teeth as fur and feathers burst forth from her body. Her eyes flew open and her head jerked back as her form shrank and mutated into that of a dark creature...
Rayvenn NiteCrowe jerked upright as her unconsciousness broke apart around her. She gasped for air as her memories flooded back to her. Rayvenn tried to stand and winced as she found that her body wouldn't obey her like it had before. The moonless sky above her would not allow her to examine her new form.
Rayvenn found she could stand on all fours and proceeded to make her way through the trees in this fashion. Her thoughts swirled in her mind as she jerked forward, her feet automatically finding their way through the trees. She stumbled upon an open clearing in the forest, with a pond in the middle. Rayvenn lurched forward and drank deeply, ignoring her ghastly reflection that shone up at her. She proceeded to make her way through the seemingly em,pty forest, her new found night vision allowing her to see almost perfectly in the pitch dark.
Suddenly, she came upon a ghastly looking Victorian mansion, which looked in place in these dark and gloomy woods. Rayvenn made her way up to the black iron gate, unable to open it. Frustrated, she shoved her form against the sharply-tipped gate, slipping through the bars of it unexpectedly. She smiled at her triumph as she padded silently up to the grand door of the mansion. Staring up at the window of the room that had a strange scent coming from it she stuck out a black 'hand' and scratched at the door, hoping whoever was inside would let her in.
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Post by nyteshayde on Apr 13, 2011 17:51:34 GMT -5
Zmey awoke from a light sleep, having expected a new addition to her new home, she slid from her crimsion colored sheetings, her barefeet meeting the soft black carpet. The pale skinned girl made her way silently down the three flights of stairs, her feet never really touching the floor as she glided across the room that led towards the rather large double doors. She easily pulled them open and looked down. " Hello there, I see you're not just an animal." She greeted the young girl who was pawing at her front doors.
She leaned down and picked up the new comer, turning around and taking a few steps into the high ceilinged mansion. The double doors closing mysteriously behind her. She smiled and set down the little fox, " You would probably like to know how to shift back, now wouldn't you?" She asked, knowing the other girl could understand 'People Talk' while shifted, everyone could.
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Post by darkfang on Apr 13, 2011 17:59:00 GMT -5
Rayvenn Looked up at the ghostly girl with her pupil-less blood red eyes and snarled. It was mostly out of fear, but she surprised herself with the noise.~Animal??? What does she mean animal??? I'm no animal...I'm a friggin human for Gaia's sake!~ She shook her head and blinked up at the pale girl. She tried to speak but all that came out was a weak little whimper. ~Am I really an animal??? Could that dream have been real???~ Her thoughts flashed back to that gruesome dream of hers, the one where everything was dark...everything was pain.
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Post by silver Angel on Apr 13, 2011 22:24:05 GMT -5
Silver awoke in his small den realizing he was there in his human form, 'How long have I been asleep and most importantly in this form,' and also began wondering if he had been spotted. He quickly stood looking around hoping any sign of anything was gone. When satisfied with his general area sweep he returned to the safety of his den as he mentally prepared himself to change, 'Mind over matter,' he thought, 'the less you pay attention the less it hurts.'
The thought finished a grotesque cracking and crunching was heard. His bones were becoming somewhat smaller and grinding together to do so. The wolf of silver emerged orbs closed tightly to ignore the pain as his parents had taught him to do. He noticed the pain was all gone as his black optics opened for the first time.
As he began to look around he thought he saw a fox, however as he shook his dome and reajusted his audits towards the direction it seemed it was long gone. He began doubting it was ever there and even contemplated how stupid he would have sounded /if/ he had friends around him and he tried to explain the situation. He came to the realization it was him against the world so far and he knew he needed allies. He wanted one thing, to get back at the ones whom murdered his parents in cold blood, and he wanted to do it before he died. He had a plan to get back and end his life once and for all, 'Someday soon I will see you again,' he thought as he looked around to every direction not exactly sure where the dead were, or if they could even be reached.
As he finished with his planning of the day he decided a lone hunt was in order, and knew the easiest prey for a /lone/ wolf was a Rabbit. There were no other wolves in the area so seeing one here was odd, however he usually was well hidden. This night was different as he tracked the scent of a rabbit he began to pick up a couple of other scents. The scents were almost human in nature, yet not? He was so confused and at the same time excited. His tail began to wag slowly as he approached the odd gate, for some reason he felt right at home. His audits perked as a bark emitted as if being controlled by some outside force.
He felt himself sit back on his haunches as if guided and sat there. His head cocked because his own actions didn't seem to make sense to himself. He heard utterings thanks to his wolf ears but yet could not make out what exactly was said. As he waited he found himself pawing at the gate as if pounding, as his paws seemed to begin to bleed from the force. He found himself enjoying the pain and squints harshly a smile overtaking his wolf muzzle, as a soft purple tongue showed as he began panting.
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Post by lillystcrowe on Apr 14, 2011 1:56:03 GMT -5
Lilith shrieked in blood lust as her small but deadly sharp fangs sunk in the neck of her unsuspecting victim. As the life force drained out of the elderly man she smiled and bathed in the spurts of crimson. In his final moments the man, who had been like a grandfather to her for the past 3 months, looked into her eyes with such love that Lilly almost shed a tear. Almost. Kissing the man gently on his forehead she gently laid him down and, with a final look back, swept away into the dark forest.
Wiping the crimson liquid from her pale mouth she swept over the twigs, barely seeming to touch the ground as she went. With a smirk her senses locked onto an oddly-scented male ahead of her. Smiling widely, she began the hunt. After a few minutes of tracking him her wide smile faded. His scent was not human...was not anything she had ever smelled before. Confused, she swept up close behind her target. With a jolt, she realized she had been following an oddly-scented wolf! -How odd...- She thought to herself as she shrugged and swept up right behind him, watching his every movement.
"Hhhello..." Lilly whispered inside the man-wolf's right ear. "What's a poor little creature like you doing near this big house?" With the words 'poor little creature' punctuated by an 'innocent' little tap of her fingers on the wolf's nose she grinned. Her lips, painted red with the gentleman's blood, were inches away from the wolf's ear, and her round, simpering eyes were full of mischief.
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Post by declan on Apr 15, 2011 1:35:32 GMT -5
Saint Alistor moaned in his sleep, memories of his parents washing over his sleeping form. His body shifted and he moaned louder, his bones cracking even in his unconcious state. His blue eyes flew open and he screamed in pleasure as his bones crunched and twisted under his flesh.
"Oh gawd!!!" He yelled as fur sprung out of his skin, tail spurting out of his backside. His jeans tore and ripped as his body grew and changed. bright red and snow white fur sprung from his body, and a twisted smile appeared on his half-wolf muzzle. Ears burst from his head and his jaw expanded to form into that of his wolf's form.
"Mmmm That's the stuff" Saint Alistor smiled and reveled in his wolf form, loving every second of it. Sniffing around he scented...a female vampire. "Delicious." He purred to himself, a huge grin spreading across his face. Trotting towards the scent followed it to the gate of a huge victorian mansion. "Aha!" He exclaimed as he sighted a gorgeous albino vampire...next to another wolf.
Saint Alistor snarledas he watched the pretty vamp flirt with the other wolf, then composed himself. He loved a good vampire hunt. A quick trans formation was all he needed to appear before the female.
Stalking up towards the pair he grinned and set his hand on the female's shoulder. "Hello darling," He purred quietly, nodding towards the male wolf. "What's a pretty little thing like yourself doing near this scary-looking mansion?"
His slim but chisled chest shone in the moonlight under his open black cape, his toned legs pressed against the tight fabric of his blood-red skinnys. The opal pendant swung from around his neckand rested on the top pair of his abs and his cross tattoo stood out on his side.
Sweeping his bright red hair out of his eyes he smiled and winked at the vampire girl.
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Post by nyteshayde on Apr 16, 2011 2:54:50 GMT -5
She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, the sound echoing softly throughout the open spaces of the Gothic styled mansion. " Yes, animal. You've never shifted before. The pain seems like a dream I know but it was all real. " She said softly to the young fox in her arms.
Though her explaination was cut short by, at first, a pawing at her black iron gate, then by a female voice, followed by a male's. She turned around, curious to who had found their way to the front of her home. The dark elabortatly carved door opened again, and Zmey glided from the depths of the shadows that resided inside from the night time. She still carried the newcomer, her size easy to hold and her weight light. Her silver pupiless eyes found the three. A vampyre, a werewolf and another shifter. Her pale lips drew up in a half smirk half smile to see more had found their way here.
The countless thousands of years old Dragon girl approached the trio, " Why hello there, young ones. Or well, some of you have lived a long time, though I lived since before the beginning of recorded time... And I know that none of you have lived *that* long. " Her own words brought up one of her full smirks, her body was ageless and well built, perfect pale complection. Her pale frame was clad in a clingy black cloak that encased her in a easy flow of shadow. She had manifested this as she glided from the front spacous room. She overlooked the three, her silver eyes the only tell-tale sign that she had lived for a very.... very long time. They showed age and the wisdom she had found through the passing ages, and a small flicker of the power her DNA held. Zmey always held herself high, a born leader she was often called. Though all this was subconcious, her concious mind believed she was equal with others. The quiet gothic styled female watched the three different yet similar beings infront of her, awaiting their introductions to her.
The wind lightly blew by them, the quiet night air was only disturbed by the rustle of the acient tree's leaves.
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Post by darkfang on Apr 16, 2011 4:52:26 GMT -5
Rayvenn swallowed hard as the obviously goth girl seemed to read her thoughts. She yipped and growled at her as they once more went outside and approached the gate. She lept out of the older girls arms and landed on the ground. Then her eyes fell upon the three outside the gate. She snarled and growled, backing up into the girl's legs. Baring her sharp little teeth she hissed and flicked her tail menecingly behind her, ears plastered to the top of her skull. Rayvenn's wings were flared out on top of her back, extending fully in her state of fear, pain, and confusion.
She listened intently as the girl, who's name seemed to be unknown to the others as well. She wanted to know what the hell was going on and why the fuck she was a friggin' fox thingy. Her eyes landed on a sharp-toothed girl, a muscular boy, and a wolf. She slunk in between the girl's feet, hoping she wouldn't be noticed.
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Post by silver Angel on Apr 16, 2011 6:19:52 GMT -5
Silver continued pawing at the gate, however was interupted as a Vampire approached from behind. He backed some away not out of fear but more defensively, his parents taught him well and he was ready to show her. As he was about to show off his defense another redish and white wolf came into the scene. He was glad when he shifted to his human form and began 'hitting on' the Vampire. His black optics turned back towards the gate as he saw Zmey.
He stood a bit frozen hearing her words in disbelief, 'Could this be the one my parents spoke of,' he wondered. As he did so he began to shift his wolf optics closed, wolf forelegs melting into the body making altogether new bones have to burst forth, human in nature. Next his legs began shifting and he clenched his teeth baring the pain as he did. At this time he was upon his stomach both from pain and the shifting process was much easier laying down. His face was the last to shift and he successfully kept himself from showing too much pain, most of it was flinches and gasps, but not much more as if experienced although young.
He stood up his human orbs casting upon Zmey for the first time, "Are you the one my parents told me about," he asked rather fearfully, "They taught me to shift and were killed in the process." He hoped his explanation was clear, but other than that he didn't really introduce himself at first, he was not used to company because it had been years. He squints in seeing the little fox with wings, and almost said, 'Aww that is so cute,' but restrained because he wouldn't want anyone calling him /cute/ either. He was a big bad wolf and was going to prove it if someone pissed him off.
As he finished his introduction however he quickly layed upon the ground one more time and began to shift back to his wolf form. Even though his orbs were tightly shut he emitted while shifting back, "By the way I am Silver, Silver Angel," and his concentration didn't seem to waiver although his voice did as the shifting began causing him some great pain. To do what he had though he had to be strong and literally be ignoring most of the pain coursing through his body. As he stood up his blackened optics opened once again, now awaiting a response, 'I have been a good boy, now it is your turn,' he thought hoping for a quick response.
: OOC : Sorry if I left anything out, I am actually getting ready for work so please forgive me. I am not the best roleplayer and need to be told if something was left out. Also sorry for my shorter response : OOC :
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Post by lillystcrowe on Apr 16, 2011 14:57:17 GMT -5
Lilly flinched and hissed at a werewolf that seemed to think he could touch her. "Back. The. Fuck. Off." She hissed as she slided backwards, out of his reach. Turning around she 'awwwed' at an adorable little black winged fox, and nodded towards the self-acclaimed long-liver. "Nice to...meet you...I'm assuming your name is Zmey and you are the dragon shifter my clan spoke of before they were...wiped out?" She paused and decided not to disclose exactly how they had been 'wiped out'.
Hissing again at the werewolf she bared her fangs and lashed at him. "You should watch out for this one Zmey...he thinks he can.../touch/ me." She snarled at him again before sliding up towards the shifter. She lay her hand on his crainium to give him a soft little pat, "Silver Angel huh? Nice name for a nice looking wolf." It was weird how she hated people hitting on her but she loved to do it herself.
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Post by declan on Apr 16, 2011 15:12:38 GMT -5
Saint looked at the vampire girl, amused. He sidled up to her as an older girl and a fox approached the three. Wrapping his arm around the girl's waist he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry darling...I won't hurt you." He smiled at her and looked up at the girl, whome she had called 'Zmey'.
"Hel-Young one?!" He spat in disbeleif. "Who the hell gives you the right to call me young?! Fricking old ass chick." he snarled and his bones crunched in lovely pain as his anger forced him into his wolf form.
Although his shift was less painful than normal shifters', there was still some bone-cracking pain. Saint AListor loved it. He smiled a wolfish smile and licked his lips when the transformation was done. "There we are" He barked, hoping they could understand him. Then he advanced upon the girl.
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Post by nyteshayde on Apr 16, 2011 18:16:48 GMT -5
Zmey allowed the winged fox to escape her arms, she watched as the new-found shifter backed up in-between her long legs. She gracefully dipped down to gently pet the black fox. Her silver eyes fell on the male wolf, watching him shift back to his human form baring the pain like a pro. " Yes, Silver. I believe I am. I'm sorry your family was killed in cold blood, mine was too." As her gaze switched to the Vampyre, she chuckled as the werewolf attempted to slid his arm around her. 'Overconfident' was the first thing to describe the red wolf.
She answered the Vampyre's question, " Yes I am, its nice to know I'm not unknown to at least two of you." Her gaze hardened somewhat as it found the ignorant male, his words emitted a chuckle from her. But as quick as he amused her, he pissed her off as he advanced. The red wolf shifted with what seemed hardly any pain, but he was still young no matter what he thought.
She lightly nudged the fox with her foot, moving her toward the side. She growled lowly at him, her body's frame breaking and lengthening. Her bones snapped with a sicking sound and ground together as they formed a lengthy Dragon's frame. There was no pain at all for her as her slick silver fur slid from her human skin which tore and revealed the one way fur slant. Her hands changed, becoming more spaced as her smallest finger from her human form retracted, the rest grew long black claws. Her silver frame was held up by four legs, her dragonic body was well toned. Her large wings were cradled against her back. Horns that were sharpened to a fatal point laid back against her skull. One silver eye had a scar that slashed across it. She growled at the werewolf, her voice only ringing through his mind as she asked " Do you really want to get into a fight with me? I suggest you calm yourself or you will perish were you stand." Attachments:
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Post by darkfang on Apr 16, 2011 18:49:02 GMT -5
Rayvenn sqeaked as the attractive young guy trasnformed into a wolf. ~What the hell is going on?!~ She wondered, trying to voice her thoughts out loud. She squeaked again as the girl above her shifted and changed into a friggin dragon! Yipping in shock she scurried out from underneath the large dragon and ran towards the house.
Arriving there she pushed her way through the window, plopping down into the front room.
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Post by silver Angel on Apr 16, 2011 19:09:41 GMT -5
Silver Angel wasn't sure if he should just believe that she was who she had said she was. He was about to say, 'If your Zmey, prove it.' He hadn't got a chance to before she shifted and he laid himself on his stomach on the ground. He noticed the Vampire was rubbing his cranium at this time and sat up to enjoy it more. He wanted her to scratch his head harder so his back leg would flick some in excitement.
As he did so he noticed the advances the werewolf had done towards her yet again. Zmey had that under control it seemed, so he decides not to really pay it mind. He was afterall being patted at the moment and it felt heavenly. His purple tongue emits from his muzzle as he pants at the patting. His forelegs stomped some in front of him, as he began to lick at Lilly's hands. As he did so the little fox thing had darted into the mansion fearfully. His optics adjusted on the creature yet again the patting took him away from the creature as he enjoyed this action a lot.
He had a resolve to get other's to pat him, or even pet him. This was so much better than cutting and it made him feel loved. He murred contentedly as she continued to pat and rub his dome. He stands to his pads hoping she will rub his back also, although he was unsure if she would understand what he was asking her to do.
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