True Blood-esque Rop~ :D

Subject: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Thu Apr 05, 2012 11:53 pm

((This was Ed's idea to have a RP like True Blood, kind of. c: Remember, none of the Rop charries have met each other yet~ ))

It's set in the dystopian future of a city named Nightmute, and a war between the vampires and the werewolves is still raging on. The city of Nightmute has been claimed by two territories: Vampire and werewolf. Even if you are a human, witch, fairy--Whatever your species, if you don't pick a side to support, you will become a vampire's new meal or a werewolf's favourite chew toy.
The city wasn't like this a decade ago. It was peaceful with all of the species living together with not a single problem. A steampunk Victorian-styled city with gold spirals spearing the sky, and everything was run by steam. However something went wrong with the main machine running everything. It came to an abrupt stop and exploded, and then the city went into a chaos that, instead of getting better, only got worse.
Now, in the present-time of Nightmute, there is no order and there is no peace. Anarchy and chaos is all anyone knows in this city. The city is falling apart, but there are still a few brave people who continue to run their shops and provide food, supplies, and clothes. The best way to make money in this city is to sell blood. Human, vampire, and werewolf blood is the easiest to come by. It's not as expensive as witch or fairy blood.
Sure, you could take the easy way out and leave this city. There is little known about the outside of the City Gates, and there are rumours that there is civilization outside of Nightmute, but it's not a proven fact. At the beginning of Nightmute, every newborn baby had two things injected into them. A venom that would be released into the bloodstream the moment they left the City Gates. It works slow, breaking down every organ until it reaches the heart and brain. A tracker chip was injected into everyone to monitor their whereabouts. Even though now the city is in complete disarray, the tracker and the venom still work.
Be careful when you wander the streets. You could be preyed on by anyone in need of blood to sell, no matter which side you are on.

The government has taught the citizens of Nightmute that there is no civilization outside of this isolated city. There is no hope for rescue or escape. The citizens have been brainwashed to believe that Nightmute is their only hope, and certain death would meet them if they ever dared to leave the city. When everything fell apart, the government split in two. The vampires and the werewolves are constantly trying to overthrow the others' rule. They do so by luring in more people to their side or by attacking.
It's a grim place. Once a beautiful and stunning city, it is now a place of disturb and wickedness, its beauty twisted into something dark and ugly. The corpses of friends and loved ones have been reanimated to run shops and work jobs like any normal person, except they are what you'd call zombies--Save for the craving of flesh, brains and organs.

A large society of rebels thrive underground. They have built their own world using the pieces of ruined buildings and machines, and everything is run on steam. The original founders of Nightmute rule this underground rebellion, and are planning to take their city back and restore the peace and harmony that once was there.

The West District is run by the werewolves.
The East District is run by the vampires.

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Tue Apr 10, 2012 10:31 pm

Whether day or night, only a few individuals would be brave enough to walk the streets. Those that did venture out of the safety of their homes were either on the hunt for blood or had a death wish. Although, on sunny days, the atmosphere would become more relaxed. The threat of a vampire attack wouldn't be likely during those sunny days. It was the werewolves you had to watch out for, especially if you lived in the East District--The territory of the vampires. The West District was the territory of the werewolves. There was no middle; There was no grey between these two bright colours.
One would be constantly be under the threat of violence, no matter which district they resided in. Unless they had the protection of either the leader of the vampires or the werewolves, or any member of said leader's family, there wouldn't be much hope for safety. So for protection, many citizens would carry a stake or a silver knife, or sometimes carry both, just in case. Even without a single lesson in self-defense, it was the only possible protection for the citizens in Nightmute.
At the moment, the sky was dark and dotted with millions of bright stars. It was the most dangerous moment of the day to be outside. The West District was littered with paper on the streets. The werewolves didn't care much about keeping their territory clean, unlike the vampires. The East District was spotless, save for the stains of blood and drained corpses.
The West District was mostly deserted at this time of night. There were a few drunken men wobbling about and whistling at a young girl as she walked by them. They were too drunk to get their footing right and follow the girl, but as she walked by them her lips pulled up into a smirk.
The young girl wore an outfit far too lovely to be in the West District. Her long-sleeved white blouse was trimmed with lace under a black leather harness with three buckles and straps. Her high-low skirt was also white, its long ruffles dragging behind her feet and in the front it reached just above her knees, showing the black-and-white striped tights she wore. Her knee-high lace-up boots were made of brown leather. Each boot had a clock embedded on the outside of the shoe with mini cogs and mechanisms rotating and moving with each step. A crimson cloak was worn over her entire outfit with the hood up, the ends of the cloak swirling in the wind. Her cotton candy hair fell down her back and past her hips, curling slightly at the end with a black rose behind her right ear. Black goggles with gold rims sat on her head, hidden beneath the hood of the cloak.
Mandie came to a stop at the intersection, her gloved fingers touching the ticking clockwork necklace around her neck. There was no reason to stop for there were no cars driving by. Rather, there were no hovercars or hoverboards about. The invention of cars, trucks, buses, motorcycles and the like no longer could be found in Nightmute. They were objects of the past, although only a small amount of those vehicles remained.
As Mandie stepped out onto the street, a rough hand grabbed her by her arm and pulled her back. The scent of alcohol, cigars, and forest musk invaded her nostrils, causing her to cough and her eyes to water from the cigar smoke.
"'Ey, guys! We got a witch o'er 'ere."
Once her eyes cleared, she processed the gruff, hairy faces of the men around her. They were the drunk ones from earlier, except now Mandie could see their eyes. They weren't just normal drunken humans; No, they were werewolves. Low-life, drunken werewolves.
"We could get a lot of money for her blood." The one to her left said, cracking his knuckles and grinning a grin that revealed his missing teeth. The one holding her against the wall leaned in and breathed in deeply through his nostrils. He held his breath for several moments before releasing it. The smell of alcohol and cigar mixed on his warm breath washing over her neck made her stomach churn.
"Ye. She's definitely a witch." The first one said with a rough chuckle. His meaty, sweaty hand pulled back the hood of her cloak. For a moment, his grin remained in place. It was washed away by fear when he saw the gold V tattooed on her left cheekbone. It glinted in the dim light. It was the mark of the vampires. Those who had the protection of a vampire got a gold tattoo of the letter V while those protected by a werewolf got a black tattoo of a W on the inside of their right wrist.
"S-s-she's owned! By them bloodsuckers!" The first one was stammering, his green eyes wide like saucers and full of fear. If she was harmed, the vampire protecting her would have permission to hurt, torture, or kill the culprit. They would become the property of that vampire until they were disposed of.
Mandie's fingers wrapped around the werewolf's shirt and pulled him close when he tried to back up. Her free hand reached behind her back and pulled out a long, curved blade made of pure silver.
"It's just business," She said softly with a smile and slit the man's throat. He gasped and stumbled backwards, clawing at his neck as the blood poured forth like a fountain. His other three companions stared in absolute horror as the very life poured from his neck and his body was going through its grotesque death throes. They were so transfixed by the death of their friend that they failed to notice that his killer was standing beside them, watching them with amusement.
The first one that finally noticed was stabbed in the heart, and the other two had their throats slit.
Once all four bodies were arranged closely, she injected thin tubes into their necks. The tubes connected to form one big tube that was connected to a container. While their blood slowly filled the container, Mandie stood against the wall and cleaned her blade with a handkerchief. It took about ten minutes for all four bodies to be drained.
Once they were, she left them on the cold ground, waiting to become chew toys. The container safely in a red leather bag hidden beneath her cloak, Mandie reached into a pocket inside the cloak. From there she pulled out a gold cube with a tiny button on the top. She pushed the button and let the cube fall to the ground. Halfway to the ground, it began to transform into the shape of a large surfboard. It was silver with gold patterns and buttons, clocks and cogs and mechanisms all busily at work underneath it. It hovered steadily several feet above the ground.
Mandie stepped onto the hoverboard and pulled her goggles down over her eyes. She kept her balance with ease and leaned forward. The hoverboard sliced through the air and she flew off back to the East District, only a mere blur and gust of wind to tell of her presence.

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:50 pm

all was quiet as the dark haired girl sat at a table outside. she was vampire and she was in werewolf territory. she had her eyes closed and was listening to the silence of night when suddenly a man dropped and landed beside her handing her a small container filled with blood. "here ya are. the witch blood you asked for and i riled up them werewolves fer ya like you asked. they will be here in less than two so id suggest getting ready to fight or haul ass." Rachel put the container in her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "thanks now get the fuck out of here. i dont want your blood on my hands," she said and put her hand on a silver sword and lept up onto a rooftop just as she began to hear the howling.

"didnt waste anytime now did you boys?" she said grinning as the werewolves lept onto the building with her and they started to circle her growling. suddenly a wolf attacks and Rachel lifts both of her feet up and does a backflip over the wolf. as she lands, her silver sword is seen in her hand and the wolf slowly slides into two pieces. Rachel smiles as the leader of this pack of wolves stands up on two legs and roars changing back into human form "rip this bitch APART!!" he says scornfully and drops of the roof.

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:17 am

As Mandie was flying back to the East District, she heard the howls of a wolf pack nearby. She pushed back and the tip of the hoverboard rose up into the air, coming to a slanted stop. She swiveled around until, a few streets away, she saw a pack of wolves circling a dark-haired woman on the roof of a building. One wolf had already been slain with marvelous speed. The leader of the pack had just dropped to the ground, leaving his wolves to be torn apart by the woman.
Mandie shook her head as she flew around in a high arc and zoomed down to the ground, flying quickly between the buildings and alleys until she was by the wolf pack. From a leather strap around her thigh she drew out a dagger, brought it to her lips and whispered something against it. The blade light up like a glowstick, the intricate pattern on the blade glowing a bright, dazzling blue.
Mandie's yellow cat-like eyes narrowed on the leader of the wolf pack. She was several buildings away, hovering above the ground with her hair and skirts flying all about her. She took a deep breath and flung the dagger at the leader. It turned over several times before piercing him deep inbetween his shoulder blades.
A grin painted her lips as she flew forward, circled the werewolf, and then grabbed him by the locks of his hair and yanked him onto her hoverboard. She flew up to the woman and the rest of the wolves with their leader on her hoverboard, her curved blade against his throat.
Her cheshire grin glinted in the moonlight as she slit his throat and the blood poured down onto the roof like a red waterfall. Mandie slipped one of the tubes into his neck and set the container on the board, letting it fill while she jumped down onto the roof, her skirts and cloak circling around her feet.

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:28 am

the wolves howled in horror seeing their leader slain and they began to flee when the dark haired girl grabbed an escaping werewolf and slammed him back on the ground. she pushed her hair out of her face and grinned evilly before putting her hand through the wolfs chest. it howled in pain as the girl ripped out one of its ribs. she then drove it through its neck and held it, staring into its eyes as it squirmed, blood pouring out then it finally stopped moving. "you want him?" she said getting up dripping blood and looking at the girl.

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:44 am

Mandie watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as the other girl killed the werewolf. She was used to death by now, but she had never witnessed such evil delight on the face of a killer. Consumed by her own thoughts, she didn't hear the other girl speak. She began to wonder how she looked when she killed someone. Sure, she felt satisfaction when she killed a lowly werewolf, but she never went after any innocent ones. She killed the scum of the werewolf species. In a way, that was protecting others from being preyed upon by them.
But this girl was a vampire. Mandie could see it in the girl's eyes. From her experience, vampires didn't much care if their victims were innocent or not. Although she knew they had a personal satisfaction and pleasure when they killed a werewolf.
Mandie blinked, processing the words the girl had spoken to her. Her eyes still hidden beneath the hood of her cloak, she dragged her gaze to the dead werewolf and then back to the girl. She felt a bit wary approaching the girl dripping in werewolf blood. She knew if she tried to attack her, all she had to do was show her the tattoo on her left cheekbone.
"If you've got no use for him, then yes." Mandie dropped down to her knees and pulled out another tube and container from the leather bag. She made a tiny puncture in the werewolf's wrist and sat back while what was left of his blood was drained into the container. All of this extra blood would make the leader of the vampires overjoyed.

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:55 am

a girl in a black jacket with jet black hair layed facedown on the ground. the witch twitched her arm which was bleeding profusely from being attacked and used for blood. she didnt know why she was still alive. maybe her attacker was feeling merciful. either way she did not care and she got up slowly. as she stood up she swayed, dizzy from blood loss. "g-got to find a d-doctor- she said dazed and stumbled out of the alley in which she had been left to die. the girl held onto the wall and started down the street, half expecting to be attacked.

the girl stared at the other girl and watched her drain the blood from the corpse. "my names Rachel." she said sheathing her sword not seeing any real threat from her.

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Wed Apr 11, 2012 1:17 am

Once the container was full of werewolf blood, Mandie tightened the lid and put it in the bag. She pushed the corpse and let it fall to the ground with a heavy thud. She walked back to her hoverboard without a word to the other girl and put that container in the bag too. Standing on the hoverboard again, she kicked the corpse of the pack leader off of the board and watched it hit the ground.
"My name's Mandie," She said, looking over at the other girl sheath her sword. She opened her mouth to say something when a strange feeling washed over her. Mandie suddenly felt cold all over, the colour draining from her face and her eyes. She swayed on the board and fell to her knees, the world spinning rapidly as she clutched at her necklace, gasping for air. Her vision blurred and darkened for a few moments. Once she regained her vision, her focus was on the wounded girl limping down the street. She was injured badly, bleeding all over the sidewalk. That blood would attract many predators to her, vampire and werewolf alike.
It was an odd thing. Mandie always got that feeling when another witch was seriously injured. It was especially stronger if they were close to her.
"I-it was nice meeting you, Rachel." She managed to nod at Rachel before flying off and down to the other witch. She jumped off the board and ran to the wounded witch, the board hovering behind Mandie.
"Relax. You aren't going to die." Mandie took the witch's arm and ran her gloved fingers over the wound, murmuring under her breath. Her yellow eyes began to glow white as the wound slightly healed on the witch's arm. It wasn't entirely healed; Just enough to stop the blood flow and allow the wound to heal easily on its own.
Mandie blinked several times, fighting away a horrible dizziness. She could hear howls in the distant and the thudding of paws as they got closer and closer. The scent of witch blood was like roses in a dirty room. Werewolves, and vampires, were drawn to it as quickly as sharks were to blood.
"We should get out of here. Quickly."

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The nighttime air was quiet and calm, a decieving facade to the city's true nature. A young girl wandered through the West district, nose deep in vampire territory. She knew she was in grave danger here, being owned by neither werewolf nor vampire. Her mother had sacrificed her life to try and keep her daughter out of the clutches of either group. Ed's left arm was covered in ornate tattoos, in an ancient language that no one except for trained scholars could recognise. It was a rare sight, tattoos that weren't a sign of being marked by either. And risky, as anyone who wasn't marked by either was not safe in either territory.
She walked quickly, careful to try and spot anyone who crossed her path on the street. Being in vampire territory was especially dangerous for her, a fae. It was almost instantly recognisable when anyone saw her. She had attempted to do her best to keep her large, pointy ears hidden, but they still showed sometimes. Her hair, short and teal, was somewhat of a giveaway as well. No one would dare try to attract attention to themselves with hair like that unless they had a deathwish. However, she had disgusied most of the other signs in hopes of appearing normal to those on the street. She knew how attractive faeries were to vampires and werewolves, their blood being rare and magically potent.
The girl, named Ed, was smaller than average, being a fae. Diminuative in stature, as well. Her boots, ankle length and brown, were covered in clock cogs that were constantly running, winding each gear on the shoes. She was wearing rather small pinstriped shorts, with a long, flowing elbow length white shirt. On top of the white shirt, was a pinstriped vest, and her shoulders were covered in intricate gold-plated armour. As she wandered deeper and deeper in vampre territory, she looked around for anyone following her. She couldn't see anyone, so as soon as she felt safe and unspotted, she quickly unfurled her wings fron her back, and used them to fly on top of a building, observing everything beneath her. It appeared she was next to the harbour, as she could see the ocean. She stared at it in bliss for a moment, then sighed as she wondered what it would be like to leave this wretched, decaying city. The ocean was so big, and so clean compared to the city. She knew there were other places on this planet, not even far. The schools didn't teach you that as a child. All the government-run schools taught that the city was the last in the world, and one would die if they tried to leave because the rest of the world had falled apart and been subject to a deadly air virus that only the city was immune to. But Ed knew better, thanks to the book smuggler she knew in werewolf territory. The simple bookshop owner dealt banned books, that spoke of other places in this world, of better and less corrupt places. If the owner were found selling these books, they would be executed, after weeks of agonizing torture by both the werewolves and vampires.
As she looked at the ocean, she felt an immediate sense of dread and unrest. She could feel a vampire had spotted her, and was quickly approaching.

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:18 pm

In a single moment, the vampire was there. The vampire stood behind the fairy, a look of genuine curiosity on his face. Owned by neither vampire nor werewolf, why would such a creature venture out at night when danger was inevitable? Indeed, it was most curious.
The raven-haired vampire walked up beside the fairy and then sat down on the edge of the building, his crimson eyes staring out at the ocean. It reflected the starry sky magnificently. It was a perfect mirror image of the night sky; So perfect that one could hardly determine where the ocean ended and where the sky began.
The vampire, Valentine, looked out at the ocean with a sort of wistful longing. Many, many nights he had dreamed of leaving this wretched place. There was nothing here for him, save for the title he had to protect. Without him, the vampires would certainly fall apart and the werewolves would win. It was because of this, and his vampiric pride, that he could not stand to abandon the East District and all its vampires. He wouldn't be able to allow such disgusting creatures such as werewolves to rule this place and bring it into further ruin. He tried his best to keep his district clean. It almost appeared to be how it once was, save for the stains of blood and drained corpses.
Valentine was against reanimating the corpses. It was cruel and disgusting; It was the precise thing that made vampires seem so evil. He didn't have much of a choice, though. His own father would snap his neck if he dared to put an end to that horror.
That was the other reason that kept Valentine from escaping. He would be hunted and killed, and if his father's goons couldn't kill him, that damn venom would do the job splendidly. There was no exceptions with that venom; It could kill any creature, no matter how strong or powerful.
"The only beautiful part of this place." Valentine chuckled humourlessly, questioning how such beauty could exist in an awful place.
As the stereotype of vampires said, vampires adored fancy clothing and looking their best. Valentine met every aspect of the stereotype, down to his very skin.
His hair was styled perfectly; It was poofy and messy with large spikes in the back, his hair long down his back. He wore a black vest over a gold button-up shirt made of silk and dark purple jeans tucked into white lace-up high-heeled boots, with a purple cloak worn over everything. The cloak had black fur around the hood and the sleeves. A red leather belt hugged his narrow waist and, attached to the right side, a long sheathed curved sword.
Valentine reached up to adjust his black crown. It was tall and thin, pointed at the top, and a glowing red V etched into the black metal.
He leaned back on the palms of his hands, his head tilted to the right as his eyes scanned the city below. No sight of that white-haired one, he thought glumly. It had been several days since he'd caught a glimpse of that white-haired man, with those pretty pretty blue eyes. Ever since he had been out every night, in both districts, and searched until dawn for him.
Valentine blew out a deep sigh and jumped to his feet, turning to face the fairy girl. A group of vampires was closing in. He wasn't the type to take the blood of witches, faeries, werewolves or even other vampires; He didn't need to earn money or protection. That was another thing he didn't agree with, and he did his best to protect those who needed it--As discreetly as possible.
"You should leave while they're still far away." Valentine nodded his head back in the direction of hoots and excited hollering. Lowly vampires like those tended to get overjoyed whenever a witch or fairy had the unfortunate task of wandering into either district, especially at night.

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As the vampire stood behind Ed, she felt an odd sense of calm surrounding him. He seemed more well-mannered than most vampires, and she decided not to run immediately. Who knows, she could end up making a new friend? At the worst, she would be killed, and that wouldn't be such a horrid fate in this wretched city of decay.
I already feel like I'm dying here. The thought that so often went through her head repeated itself with a depressing clarity. She couldn't stand this city, it was like death itself, but far more slowly. A quick death, if it meant escape, now that would be something. But as many times as this thought wormed it's way to the front of her mind, she pushed it back. She was determined to make something of herself here, escape, or even give someone else hope. Dying would be useless when there were so many suffering, on both sides.
However, as she observed the vampire, she felt a horrible feeling of bloodlust and tainted desire. Lowlife vampires were approaching, ones who she knew wouldn't hesitate to drain her dry in a second. She gave the ocean, the one last beautiful thing in this city one last, longing look and she looked at the vampire.
She wasn't one to talk to strangers in this city, but she knew Valentine may be a helpful ally later. She reached for his hand with a quickness and grabbed it before he could say anything or move it back.
'If you want to talk to me again, just say so.' Her fingertips began to glow a bright gold colour and a small marking appeared on his hand, under his thumb. Immediately, it vanished into his skin leaving a tickling sensation behind, and gold sparkles flowing from the spot. As the lowlife vampires got close, Ed suddenly ran and jumped off the building. A split second before she would have hit the ground, her body dissolved into sparkles of pure rainbow light, and they vanished, leaving not a trace behind.
((Oh man, i love experimenting with fae powers. ))

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:39 pm

The vampire raised his eyebrows as he watched this peculiar fairy girl. He could almost read the thoughts being reflected by the emotions flickering across her elegant face. We aren't so different, vampires and faeries, Valentine thought. This city was suffocating everyone it had in its trap. Some, more than others, were losing that will to breathe. Others embraced the dark ways of what was now Nightmute, but those who resisted it seemed to suffer the most. Whether it is physically or mentally, this city would break and bend every one of its citizens' wills.
Valentine could feel his own will being bent. Around every corner that he turned was a new test to see just how true he was to this awful commitment. If he so much as hesitated, his heart would be pierced with a stake, and his own father would be the one to do so. No, it didn't matter that his mother protested with her every fiber; When it came down to it, his father had the last word for everything. Whether it was the decision for dinner or if Valentine would live to see the next day, Valentine's father chose the answer. Valentine's twin sister didn't have to be put under such pressure. Valentine's father believed in the old-fashioned ways of the long-forgotten past; Women were meant to marry, bear their husbands' children, and stay at home. They had no part in making decisions.
These thoughts didn't bring a bitter jealousy over Valentine. In fact, he felt the exact opposite; He was happy that he had responsibilities--No matter how grim--and that he could actually make that horrible excuse for a father of his proud. Valene was the last person his father would be concerned with at the moment. She had run away several weeks ago, and hadn't been seen since. Meant to be married to some posh vampire that didn't quite do the vamp-fashion as well as Valentine did, Valene had escaped the clutches of her awful father and ran off. Where, Valentine had not a clue. He sometimes thought he glimpsed her here and there in the city, but she was always gone before he could get to her. The link connecting the twins was still strong, so he knew she wasn't dead. It got stronger when they were closer, but Valentine couldn't be bothered to hunt down his rebel sister. If she was of such importance, his father could send his goons to retrieve his precious daughter.
Valentine blinked. He had sunk so deep into his thoughts that he forgot that he was on a roof with a fae. He felt a strange warmness flowing through his fingers, spreading all over in his hand. Genuinely surprised, when he looked down at his hand, he saw that it was coming from the girl's fingertips. There was a small mark under his thumb. One moment it was there, and the next it had dissolved into his skin, no trace of it left. He watched the gold sparkles float into the air and, one by one, blink out like light bulbs.
Before he could speak a word, the fairy girl was gone. She had ran and jumped off the building. A mere moment of concern and worry, Valentine had rushed over to the edge and looked down to see--Nothing. No broken body in a puddle of its own blood. Just rainbow sparkles that were there, and then were gone in the midst of a blink.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," He muttered to no one but himself, rubbing the spot where the mark once was. It still tingled, all up and down his arm.

"Where's the fairy?" A raspy voice with whiskey and blood carrying on its breath broke through Valentine's tiny sliver of content. His relaxed fingers curled into a clenched fist as his entire posture changed from calm to rigid and annoyed. When he turned around, he was faced with a group of five vampires, one of which was a female dressed in very skimpy clothes. Neither class nor respect for themselves, they were all dressed in rags. The males were trying to showcase muscles that they clearly lacked; Instead there were only bones and ugly tattoos that they had most likely gotten whilst being drunk. These were arrogant vampires that thought they could do whatever they pleased and not have any consequences. They were the ones that made good vampires, like Valentine, look so horrible to humans and other creatures. They thought they were the superior species of Nightmute. Although most vampires thought this to be true, they also didn't parade around like they owned everything, including everyone in the city.
"Are ye deaf or somethin'? I asked ye a question!" The first one, with the raspy voice and the horrible breath, demanded again. He was little over six feet with a scrawny body that Valentine just knew was used to heroin abuse. He had a long nose like a bird's beak, missing teeth, and a sloppy mess of brown hair that had not been washed in a week. He lacked a shirt; He only wore a blood-stained black vest left open and dirty jeans with rips in the knees. His combat boots were covered in mud and his knuckles were scraped. It was obvious that he was the leader of this messy vamp-pack, and with an ego the size of the very Earth, he thought he could take down anyone who got in his way.
His one fatal mistake was thinking that he owned Valentine.
The rest of his pack dressed similarly to him. There was one male that was surprisingly short and even scrawnier than the leader. Another was tall and lanky, oddly reminding Valentine of a mutilated pole and at any moment would trip over his own feet for he was too jumpy and skittish. He was like a kitten, but an ugly kitten, if there ever was such a possibility. The jumpy one stuck close to another male that had drooping muscles and a bald head that was covered in black tattoos. Staring at the one with the sagging muscles, Valentine supposed that steroids did wear off, after so long.
Finally, there was the female vampire. Her hair was a dull red and wiry. Valentine cringed when the moonlight hit her for it illuminated the greasiness of her hair. Her all-black clothes were far too big for her anorexic-thin body; Her tank-top hung loose on her torso and her skirt would fall to her ankles at any moment had it not been for the leather belt messily tied around her waist. Out of all of them, she was the only one that was somewhat clean--Except for her hair. Either she was having a contest with the leader to see who could not wash their hair longer, or she actually believed greasy hair was attractive.
Even so, she was the dirtiest of them all. She had no self-respect and would throw herself at any one, willing or not.
The smell of liquor was so strong on her that Valentine could feel the bile rising up his throat. It got worse as she sashayed over to him--Although, to him, it appeared like she was having a seizure with each step--and ran her greasy hands up into his hair. He caught a glimpse of the dirt and grime under her poorly painted nails before they disappeared into his hair.
"Come, come, Riley, let's not be mean. He sure is mighty appetizing, idn't he?" The girl had a Southern accent that would've been pleasant to the ears if it didn't come with a cloud of alcohol-scented breath. As Valentine could feel her fingers tangling deeper into his hair like infectious worms, his hands clenched tighter and he felt the tips of his fangs poking into his bottom lip. A dark shadow had gone over his face the moment her hands had come in contact with his beloved hair.
No one touched his hair.
"I just wanna know where that fairy went off to." The leader, Riley seemed to be his name, said gruffly. His shoulders had gone rigid the moment the girl had touched Valentine. He sensed some kind of love affair between the two, but he wasn't interested in that mess at all.
"Yeh! W-w-we gon' get so much monies for that there fairy!" The jumpy one had finally spoken up, and was now doing some kind of jittery dance with the pole-like fellow. Valentine was surprised that he didn't trip over his feet, but he was giving that time. It would happen, he was sure.
"Yes, we sure is!" The sagging muscles one was hooting and hollering. Valentine thought that it sounded like an elephant giving birth to a porcupine, and it was remarkable how alike they sounded.
It was painfully obvious that none of these five vampires had an ounce of intelligence. Valentine was positive that they hadn't succeeded much in school.
"So how 'bout y'all go find that fae while I keep this here fella some company, eh?" The girl was smiling up at Valentine, her fingers twisting all around in his hair, getting grease and dirt on it. Valentine stared down at her, and was struck by a spear of sadness and pity. This vampire girl would be gorgeous if she took care of herself. She would have men of all the species dropping to their knees for her if she had more self-respect.
Too bad no one would ever see the day that she changed, not even herself.
Not a noise was uttered when Valentine decapitated the girl. It happened so fast that she couldn't even scream or process what was happening. Not even a whoosh of wind could be heard when he sliced his sword through the air nor a glimpse of his sword could be seen. He stood there, in the same position as he was before, and to those lowlife vampires around him, they became severely confused. They hadn't seen him make a single move; Not even a single strand of his hair had stirred!
That could not explain a thing. The girl, wide-eyed, stood back as the rip across her neck spilled out blood. Her hands barely reached to her neck when her head tipped back and fell off, rolling on the ground until it came to a stop by the leader. Poor Riley stared down at it in abject horror, at the head of his beloved whore, the one and only who he had so convinced himself was the one for him!
"Charlaine ... " It was a whimper of the girl's name. Riley's precious darling was gone forever, taken by this raven-haired devil of a vampire standing before him. The leader stared at Valentine, fury and anger slowly boiling up in his bleary eyes until the anticipation was too much and he let loose a battle cry as he charged at Valentine, his fist ready to punch whatever he could.
When Riley swung, he was sure he would hit the other in the jaw. He was so focused that when Valentine caught his fist in his hand, he was shocked to the bone. The colour drained from his face. If he would've lived, Valentine knew he would've gone home to change his underwear.
Alas! Valentine was feeling particularly evil at the moment. He didn't want such scum dirtying his district.
Valentine took a step closer, backing up Riley until his back hit the chest of one of his packmates. Valentine bent and bent Riley's arm in the opposite direction. It was at an unnatural angle, and he kept pushing and pushing until SNAP! The sickening crack of his arm breaking was like music to Valentine's ears. Immediately Riley began to cry hysterically as the blood poured out of his broken arm, and Valentine couldn't help the delightful smile that spread on his lips.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Valentine inquired with a tilt of his head. He stepped back and pulled Riley with him. Riley desperately tried to hold onto his packmates, but in the end Valentine's strength won out over his desperation. He flailed and struggled, screaming for help from his packmates, but they all stood there in dumbfounded silence as Valentine, without a word, tossed Riley over the building like he was a piece of balled up paper. Riley's scream was bone-chilling as he plummeted to his death, the thud of his body breaking on the cement ground eerily echoing in the silence of the night.
Valentine sighed and looked at the remaining three of the vampires. They were watching him with wary stares, and then, all at once, they yelled and charged at him.
The fight didn't last very long. Perhaps less than five minutes, and it was over. Valentine was a mere blur of black hair, delighted red eyes, and bright white teeth grinning ear-to-ear. When it was over, there were three bodies on the ground. Their throats were slit and their hearts torn out. Valentine stood in the center without a single drop of blood on him, and except for a tiny scratch across his cheek, he was unscathed. He held the three beating hearts in his hand. He dropped each to the ground and then crushed them under his heel.
Valentine shook his head, disgusted at the mess all over this building. From his pocket he pulled out a cell phone and dialed the commander of his father's goon army.
"There's a mess that needs to be cleaned up." Valentine spoke briskly. The voice on the other end was low and gruff.
"What did you do now?" The man sounded weary. Valentine was always calling him to have messes cleaned up, whether it was his doing or not.
"Nothing. There's just a mess that needs to be cleaned up before the sun rises. Understand?" Valentine's upper lip curled back a bit.
"Right then. Your father wants you home. You have a, uhm .. A special guest."
That was that. Before Valentine could demand anything of this 'special guest', the call ended and no matter how many times he could have called him back, he knew it would be of no use. He would have to find out when he returned home.
Annoyed, Valentine cast one last look over the mess he had made. It would be gone by morning and no one would know what had happened the night before. As quickly as he had appeared on the roof, he was gone. Not the stirring of the trees or the whispers of the wind could tell of his presence that was once there.

In the center of the East District, buried deep amongst the many buildings and houses, was a building made of silver and gold metals. It was wide and tall with its gothic-like spires piercing the night sky. Copper machinery on the sides of the building whirred and continuously spun while steam puffed out in tiny clouds from the steel pipes. The building itself was oddly shaped; It wasn't shaped like regular rectangular buildings. It looked as if pieces of other buildings, of all shapes and sizes, had been added here and there to it. There were doors on each floor all along the walls of this building and a staircase made of metal wrapped around it like a silver snake coiled around its prey.
This building was once the headquarters of the founders of Nightmute. It was where meetings would be held and laws would be passed; It was the place that the Nightmute citizens flocked to when their beloved founders had an announcement. Now it was the home of the vampires. It wasn't a place of comfort for its citizens. There was a similar building in the West District that the werewolves had claimed for their own.
Inside it was like a maze. There were so many secret passageways, doors, halls and rooms that one could get easily lost if they didn't know their way around. Valentine, however, had been dragged into this building years ago and was forced to accept it as 'home'. It wasn't his idea of a home, but it at least had marvelous furniture and decorations that he appreciated. For his standards, he was very impressed with the design of the place; A mix of gothic-steampunk designs with a touch of classic Victorian style. The furniture, walls and carpets were all a mix of rich colours like purple, gold, red, blue and black.
His favourite room was the library. It was a magnificent two-floor room with a domed ceiling and secret passageways to every room in the building. Ceiling-to-floor bookshelves lined every wall and the windows were large, made of stained glass, and had a window seat with each. There were several marble fireplaces with rugs by each and plush chairs and couches set in circles all about the library.
It was perhaps the only peaceful room in this place that he called 'home', besides his bedroom.
At the moment, Valentine wasn't walking to the library. He went straight down the main hall and turned into a doorway. In this doorway was an elevator the colour of red. It was similar to the type of elevators that you'd see on the Titanic; Valentine pulled open the first gate and slid up the second one. Inside the walls were lined with mirrors, the carpet was plush, and there was a lever to bring him either up or down.
Valentine went up, up, up all the way to a circular room that jutted out of the side of the building. This room was mostly grey with a circular stone table in the center and tall dining chairs lined all around it. The room lacked windows; The only source of light came from the torches on the walls. To the left of the table were two tall, throne-like chairs made of stone with red cushions. They sat on a platform with a small table on either side of each and a long red carpet led to them from the entrance of the room.
Valentine followed the carpet down to the two chairs, ignoring the dim chatter of a group of vampires sitting at the table. His focus was on the couple occupying the chairs, and the crumpled form of their 'special guest' on the ground near their feet.
"I hear there is a mess that needs to be cleaned up." The voice of the man was deep and sultry, laced with a Russian accent. Vincent Vladimirov had a soothing voice, but it was the opposite of his eyes. He had a piercing stare that never wavered and unnerved the toughest of men.
Vincent was a tall, muscular man with white-blonde hair that he wore in a ponytail at the back of his neck. Even though lines of silver mixed with his natural hair, he didn't look older than the age of thirty. He was the type of man that always wore three-piece suits and carried a sword cane with the head of a cobra on the top. On his left ring finger was a ring with a tiny skull that could be opened. Inside was a tiny compartment that held poison.
While Vincent was a strict man that didn't tolerate any nonsense, his wife was the opposite.
Morticia Vladimirov wasn't as serious as Vincent. She had a loving way of mocking her husband's serious attitude; She was playful and caring, unlike how Vincent was. She actually knew how to make jokes and wasn't uptight like her husband. However, whenever the two were together, she seemed to bring out the better side of Vincent. He wasn't as serious, and it was in those moments that Valentine had witnessed his father actually smiling and laughing.
Morticia was a classy woman. She took care of herself and had self-respect, unlike so many other female vampires that had spiraled down into a terrible way of living. Her hair was raven-black and piled on top of her head in an elegant bun with two long pieces coming down on each side of her face, resting on her chest. Her dress was long and a deep purple that showed her bare shoulders, the sleeves long and bell-shaped. A blue sapphire diamond ring sparkled on her left ring finger.
Valentine came to a stop in front of his parents. He caught an approving smile on his mother's black lips before shrugging his shoulders lightly, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.
"It's not that big a deal. There are messes all over in Nightmute."
Vincent scoffed; hand over hand on his sword cane. "Meet our guest, then." He nodded his head to the crumpled form on the ground by his feet.
The figure was a girl dressed in all white. Her dress was white; The top and the long sleeves were made of lace, the ruffles and many-layered tiers of the skirt like a giant fluffy pillow around her, almost swallowing her entirely. Her hair, twined with a vine of red roses, was a pool of snow-white around her head. She wore no shoes with her thigh-high white socks and a ring of white gold around her middle finger on her right hand.
For a few moments, the girl was motionless. Valentine thought that she might be dead, but then she moved. She pushed herself up to a sitting position, the shackles around her wrists clinking loudly together. Her hair fell forward and hid her face from his view.
"This," Vincent said as he used the end of his cane to tilt the girl's head up, "is one of those mixed-breeds. She's a tough one to crack. She won't tell us her name."
The girl flicked her defiant stare between Vincent and Valentine several times before resting it on Valentine. He was stunned by the scary similarity her features had with that of a porcelain doll. She had large magenta eyes set in her heart-shaped face, and there was not a single mark on her milk-white skin. She wasn't owned by a vampire or a werewolf.
"She's simply beautiful. A rare white rose amongst a dying garden," Morticia said in her soft voice as she pushed Vincent's cane away. The girl dropped her head again, her hair concealing her face, and balled her hands into fists.
"What is she here for?" Valentine asked, his arms folded over his chest. He could feel his patience running thin with his father. His father looked down upon mixed-breeds and shape-shifters; He viewed them as the lowest species on the food chain. Even humans were higher than they were, in Vincent's opinion. Mixed-breeds and shape-shifters belonged to neither side, and they were difficult to persuade. They were an independent type of species that could care less about the vampire and werewolf war. It would not concern them one bit if their own home hadn't been involved, but Nightmute was the battlefield of this war and they were, inevitably, dragged into the war.
"There is a rebellion growing stronger and stronger. The whereabouts of it are unknown, but they'll be soon found and eliminated." A cold smile spread on Vincent's face, his stare locked on the mixed-breed girl. "I have reasons to believe this darling right here can give us all the answers that we need. We take down the rebellion; we'll be stronger and closer to defeating those filthy beasts. All we need is answers."
A long silence followed in which Vincent watched the girl, waiting patiently for her to speak. To Valentine, it seemed like an eternity before she finally spoke.
"Your mistake was thinking I'm just a mixed-breed girl." The girl's voice was girlish and soft. She lifted her head up and looked directly into Vincent's eyes through her bangs, and she didn't blink a single time. "My own father was one of the very founders of Nightmute. And he's coming for you, Vincent Vladimirov." When she spoke his name, it was spoken with a low growl. Her blank face transformed into the very definition of sweet, an adoring smile painted on her lips.
Vincent's patience slipped at that moment. A shadow came over his face as he sat back, his fingers tightening on his cane. "Get her out of here," He said in a low voice, annoyance traced in his tone. Like that, his interest in the mixed-breed was lost and forgotten. His father was known to get easily bored of his 'guests'.
With a sigh, Valentine bent to pick the girl up and bring her to wherever his father decided to keep her. A growl was his only warning of what happened next.
She sprung up, free of the chains with the shackles remaining locked around her wrists, and bared wolf-like teeth at Valentine as she slashed across his chest with her nails. Valentine fell onto his back, too surprised to jump to his feet, and even so he wouldn't be able to. The girl had flung a deck of cards at him that, like knives, sliced through his clothes and had him pinned to the ground.
The other vampires in the room had jumped to their feet with hisses and threats of ripping her throat out. As Valentine watched, she merely smiled that wicked sweet smile of hers as she flung yet another deck of cards. Each card sliced through the necks of each and every one of the vampires from the table. Simultaneously, blood spurted out of the tears in their necks and they all crumpled to the ground, their blood growing in puddles around each fallen vampire.
With his very eyes, Valentine was a witness to the transformation of this mixed-breed girl. One moment she was that porcelain doll girl, and the next her body was contorting and trembling violently. He heard the popping and cracking of her bones as she changed. A pair of snow-white wolf ears grew out of her hair as a fluffy snow-white tail slashed the air back and forth angrily. She grew a long snout and whiskers, snow-white fur grew all over her skin as her limbs shortened and became the front and hind legs of a wolf.
In the spot the girl once stood was now a snow-white wolf, a size bigger than a German Shepherd. She was all white except for two jagged black markings on her back. The fur rippled, from her head to the tip of her tail, and her lips curled back to bare her sharp teeth at Vincent, a rumbling growl coming from her belly. As her fur rippled, large black feathered wings sprouted from the markings on her back.
The room was still. Valentine was staring in awe at this new creature, and so were his parents. A few loose feathers drifted slowly to the floor, and then the stillness was shattered.
The wolf snarled as she leapt onto Vincent and knocked his chair back against the ground. Her claws pressed on the nape of his neck as she growled, both of them locking eyes. She had the chance at that very moment to kill Vincent. She could put an end to Vincent Vladimirov, and she would become the heroine for the rebels. She would have an army of vampires after her throat, but she'd have her own protection. The rebels were doubled in numbers against the vampires and werewolves combined.
Morticia stopped this glorious future from becoming a reality. Sure, she could look harmless and she had a kind heart, but she knew how to defend her family and the love of her life. Within the long sleeves of her dress were twin blades laced with poison. They glowed a faint green in the dim lighting. She could kill anyone with one cut from those blades.
As Morticia slashed at the mixed-breed girl, and missed, the wolf reared back on her hind legs with a bone-shaking howl and swiped at Morticia, knocking her onto her back. The strike had missed her throat, but had succeeded in making a deep gash along her forearm.
Dazed and wounded, all they could do was watch as this strange wolf creature jumped onto the wall and climbed across the ceiling like a spider. When she got to the elevator, she jumped down. In a swirl of black feathers and wind, she was in her human form with her wings, wolf ears and tail out. The tips of her wings reached high above her head and the ends of them dragged on the floor.
She turned and looked back when she heard the rustling of Vincent as he pushed himself onto his elbows. For the first time in a long time, Vincent Vladimirov was rendered speechless. He could not make a single noise nor move a muscle.
"All die, even you. Soon, I hear." Although the words were spoken in her voice, her lips had not moved. Her eyes were directly on Vincent, and Vincent only.
Her magenta eyes stared at all three vampires sprawled on the ground. Without a word to the other two, she was gone. In a whirlwind of black feathers, she had disappeared with only a few feathers on the ground left to tell of her existence. Long after she was gone, her words echoed in the room, and haunted Vincent Vladimirov.

Down the street of the wretched manor of the Vladimirovs, the mixed-breed girl reappeared in a mist of feathers, wind, and black smoke. Her wings were still out, as were her ears and tail. As she walked down the street, a grim look of satisfaction on her doll face, the feathers on her wings rippled. One by one, they faded into grey and then to a white that matched her hair. They folded and shrunk into her back, vanishing as her ears and tail did the same. This time the transformation to her wolf form was a lot smoother, and with less noise of her bones cracking and popping.
The snow-white wolf let loose a howl that warned any nearby predators to leave her be, and then she was gone, running through the East District, a flash of dazzling white splashed upon the dull colours of the city.
It was by the ocean that she came to a stop at. She sat on the very edge, still within the district but not far enough out to activate the venom, and this time her wings, ears nor tail were out. She blew out a long, tired sigh and stared blankly at the ocean, the cool breeze ruffling her hair and dress.
She growled softly and rubbed her red wrists. The shackles were biting into them, scraping the skin. She would find a way to get them off, but until then she was stuck with it.
Staring at her reflection on the gentle waves of the ocean, she had an urge to throw herself into those waters. It would feel heavenly to be engulfed in that cool water, and have all this darkness washed away. But that was impossible; Her help was needed. The rebels, her father, and the other founders needed her help. Now that she knew where the Vladimirovs resided, they were a step closer to overthrowing the government.
She simply couldn't abandon them. Not now, not after they had finally progressed, even though it was a tiny step.
"What a shame," She murmured and narrowed her eyes on the water. The wind picked up and stirred the water. As the waves began to roll quickly, the wind became calm as the waves became still, and her reflection was washed away.

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[center]In a dark alleyway, that was damp with a recent rain, the only light was a sliver of light from the moon.] I'm sure it would be quite beautiful if only I could see it.
The figure smiled to herself, a faint grin visible on her long, pale face. She was wearing a long, black cloak that gleamed midnight blue in the moonlight. It appeared to look like the midnight sky, complete with flickering stars. It looked as if it were made of the sky itself. Fae magic, obviously. The faeries used to be such an amazing group of creatures, making magical items for the rest of the species to use. However, ever since the city fell into ruins, being a faerie would get you killed for your blood. So it was a highly unusual thing to find an item crafted by a fae. Highly unusual, and the items went for a lot of money, even more if you would tell the buyer where the fae who made it was. But this cloak was a special gift that Lucia would never relinquish, from a long-dead fae friend who had died near the beginning of the end by the hands of werewolves.
And I couldn't do a damn thing to stop them.
For many years Lucia had blamed herself for their murder, and why not? A psychic such as herself, who could see visions, she should have been able to foresee this and warn them. But she never got so much as a faint gleam of a vision, and her friend ended up dead.
She sighed, and her breath was visible in the night air, chilly as it was. Her long, teal-grean hair dragged on the ground, tangled & knotted. She had long since stopped caring for it. She didn't see so much of a point anymore.
Faint voices echoed in her head from everyone's thoughts nearby. How exhausting hearing everyone's thoughts were, especially the ones they didn't want to admit to. It kept a constant migraine in her head, and most of the time it was difficult to distingush between thoughts and if people were actually talking to her.
Suddenly, her whole body seized up in a painful contortion as her mind went blank-white and all she could see was a vision of a solid white girl with wings that had just escaped from vampires. She saw the whole scene in vivid clarity, and her nose began bleeding heavily as it did when she got a vision. For about ten minutes, she was trapped in the vision, unable to do anything but watch it unfold. When the vision finally ended, she was able to come back to eality, as horrid as it was. And due to the amount of blood that she lost and her painful contortions, she passed out, oblivious to the world of the living.

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:39 pm

With a soft yawn, Kurami got to her feet and began to walk away from the ocean. To where, she had not a clue. She didn't have a home in either district anymore; It had been destroyed by werewolves hunting her. Apparently she had a high price on her head to be brought to the werewolf leader. She had an even higher price to be killed.
Those vampires and werewolves running the government had such contempt for mixed-breeds, shape-shifters, and any other creature that wasn't pure blood of either werewolf or vampire. They feared that if they allowed the 'other species' to continue to live, they would fuel the rebellion and bring down anarchy upon Nightmute.
A low hiss escaped Kurami's lips as she walked down the darkened street, holding her skirts up so they wouldn't be dirtied from dragging on the ground. Her eyes remained steadily forward, but with each step her shoulders began to stiffen. She could hear the rustling of branches and crunching of dry leaves nearby; She could feel pairs of eyes burning into her back. She was a bright white flame in the dark.
Not one had dared to attack her yet. She was counting on that warning howl to keep them at bay, just until she could get to a safe spot for the night. To be frank, she didn't want to get blood on her new dress.
Kurami turned down a street and came to a stop, a wave of dizziness washing over her as she swayed on her feet. Several feet ahead of her lie a motionless form. The woman had the most strangely beautiful hair Kurami had come across in all of Nightmute. She could see how the woman had given up taking care of it, and inside Kurami ached to wash it; She simply had to see what it looked like when it was clean. Kurami knew it would be nothing short of dazzling.
As Kurami neared the woman, her mouth dropped open slightly. The woman was wearing a black cloak, but it wasn't just a normal black cloak. When the light hit it, it gleamed a midnight blue and it mimicked the night sky marvelously. The woman would vanish if she were somehow to be in the night sky with the cloak on.
What most stunned Kurami was that it had been made with fae magic. Faeries no longer made items, or rather, it was unheard of nowadays. A faerie would be put in grave danger if he or she continued to pursue that art.
Once by the woman, Kurami knelt down on the cold ground and folded her hands on her lap. She winced slightly as the shackles cut deeper into her wrists, but her stare never left the woman's face. She was unconscious, that much was obvious, and suffering from an awful nose bleed.
"And here I thought all beauty had been killed in this city," Kurami said softly to herself. She leaned forward, the ends of her hair touching the ground, and pulled out a white handkerchief.
As she gently wiped the blood away, she hummed the childrens' lullaby 'London Bridge is Falling Down'. Kurami didn't know what the London Bridge was, but she had read the lullaby in a book she had bought from an illegal book seller.
Those were the books she loved the most. The ones with the childrens' lullabies and fairytales.

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A drop of rain fell on Lucia's head with a surprising jolt awake, out of her personal nightmare that was having a vision. She could feel the presence of someone familiar approaching, yet she was sure she had never met them before. Taking another moment to examine the presence, the realisation came to her with a jolt of beautiful clarity. The girl's aura was like a bright beacon of pure white light. Somehow, the city hadn't corrupted her yet. She was so beautiful, like a rare white rose in a garden of dying weeds. The person approached her, and she could hear her thoughts. They were lovely, clear and crisp. Unlike most people's thoughts, muddled by mundane problems and insecurities. Was Lucia really beautiful? She wondered as the thought went through the other girl's head. Most people just took pity on her, and for good reasons. She had never tried to appear to anyone else's petty ideas of attractiveness. But this girl.... She wanted to appear even lovelier, just for her. No thoughts had ever made their way across Lucia's mind, and they confused her. She had no clue how to even approach these thoughts, so she attempted to shove them to the back of her mind. And then she realised where she knew the girl from.
"You....You're the one I just saw. You escaped from Vincent and Morticia Vladmirov, didn't you? They captured you for not being a 'pureblood'..... But you're so much prettier than a werewolf. So lovely. They don't realise how special you are.' Lucia scoffed. "Their kind will never understand the pain they inflict by judging 'non-purebloods' so harshly.' Lucia thought back to her own mutations, and how she was never welcome in any group, due to them. The werewolves wouldn't even offer her protection, for fear of their kind getting hurt on account of her abnormalities. It really didn't bother Lucia too much, though. She may have not been a pureblood, but she was something stronger, more lethal than a mere werewolf, even one who was hundreds of years old. She had adapted to survive, her mutations giving her unique characteristics. But no one else saw the beauty in this.
No one else could understand what it was like for her. But she didn't waste too much time with self-loathing. She wanted to talk to the girl in front of her more. Lucia stood up, quite dizzily, and she wished she could see the girl, but she had to keep her blindfold on. Yet another thing keeping her from making any friends in this forsaken town. And still, she regretted putting no care into her appearance anymore. She felt like washing her hair, getting all the dirt and leaves out of it. This new girl had struck a new chord in Lucia, one of purity and beauty. She never wanted this chord to leave, she wanted to cherish it and not let anyone else have its loveliness. And she didn't even know her name. That was something that was going to have to change. "Uhm... I'm Lucia. Lucia Gravely. May I inquire what your name is?' She was suddenly terrified. Years of hiding from those who would despise her from being so different had made her horribly awkward and shy.

Subject: Re: True Blood-esque Rop~ :D Tue Apr 17, 2012 4:59 pm

Kurami sat on the ground still, her hands folded neatly on her lap while she watched the woman. Her blank face didn't betray a shred of the burning curiosity she had begun to feel since the moment she turned that corner. Although she knew she should say something, anything to indicate that she was still there, she did not, and she wasn't so sure if she needed to. This woman seemed to know that she was there, despite wearing a blindfold--And, oh, how that blindfold plagued Kurami's mind. It was none of her business to ask why she wore it.
She listened to her speak in a voice that reminded Kurami of music; Perhaps a soft piano or a quiet violin. Kurami wasn't sure what type of music or instrument would satisfy this comparison, but she decided at that moment that this woman's voice would be her favourite sound. She wished she could keep this voice with her at all times.
So deep in her thoughts, Kurami was surprised she continued to absorb what the woman was saying. When she did, she felt her cheeks grow hot.
'... But you're so much prettier than a werewolf. So lovely. The don't realize how special you are....'
These words, again and again, circled continuously in Kurami's mind. They echoed even when she tried her best to push them out of her mind.
Kurami had never once been called special, lovely, or even pretty. She had grown used to not receiving compliments, and it didn't exactly bother her. She was a bit anti-social most of the time; She felt so out of place in this city. She didn't fully belong to any of the species; In fact, she wasn't even sure what she was. She woke up one morning, and she was this strange creature no one had seemed to know of. The people of Nightmute nowadays weren't as accepting as they once were.
Nevertheless, Kurami was fiercely proud of herself and what she could do. To spite those snobby vampires and werewolves, she walked around Nightmute with her head held high and her last name was enough to put fear into the hearts of those around her. If she so chose to, she could live in one of the remaining nice houses in either district, but she knew the moment she did that, the house would be under attack. There were stupid enough creatures lurking in both districts that would try to attack her.
It was also that there were others that were like her, that belonged to neither of the pureblood species, and that were suffering. It was those that she fought so fiercely for; It wasn't to reclaim the city of Nightmute. Kurami could care less if Nightmute was completely destroyed. All she wanted was there to be peace again. Her main goal was to restore that peace.
Kurami smiled a strange kind of smile; It was the type of smile that said she knew something that others didn't.
"Oh, they'll understand soon enough. Don't you worry about that." It was the first time she had spoken since the other woman had stirred, and she found she was working hard to keep her voice steady. Something about this woman made her nervous.
Kurami took a deep, calming breath before introducing herself. "My name is Kurami Lynch. It's quite the pleasure meeting you, Miss Gravely, although I wish the circumstances were a bit different." Kurami laughed softly, her hands clasped together in front of her. At this point she had forgotten about the shackles; Her only concern was finding out more about this woman, Lucia Gravely. Years and years of being taught to be 'ladylike' and 'proper' had not yet been lost with Kurami.

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As Lucia stood, she could feel the dawn approaching, hindered by rain holding down the sun. But she didn't want to be outside when light came, it was so much harder to remain hidden during the day, because of her cloak. Yes, the cloak that no one else in the city had one like. Just that cloak alone had saved her life many times, for Lucia was afraid to use her mutations to fight back. She felt it like she would be cheating to render someone incapable of fighting by using her psy powers unless they provoked her first. Lucia wasn't one to fight, she preferred to slip under the radar, and her cloak was her best chance of that. "It will be light soon, and the werewolves will have free reign until nightfall. I find the vampires to have more manners, so I prefer not to be out during the day unless I have to. If you would like, you can come with me to where I live. You'll have to hide under my cloak, though." And with those words, Lucia slipped the cloak above her head, her body hiding under it. And once her face was hidden, the cloak did something amazing. The print that emulated the night sky, hid her completely. Lucia couldn't be seen, where she once stood was the sky, with it's flickering stars, and the ground. Not even her feet were visible. She was completely invisible to the eye while wearing the cloak.

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Instinctively, Kurami growled softly at the mention of the sun. She loathed the sun with a passion. It made her sick and her eyes would ache whenever she saw a patch of sunlight. During the day, unless it was stormy and the sun was nowhere to be seen, she would be locked away deep underground in the rebel's village. Down there, that garish sun would never reach her.
"That sounds like a splendid idea. I don't have a home here to go to," Kurami replied and found she was pleased by the offer, but she was even more pleased with how friendly Lucia was. Friendliness like this was hard to find. Kurami did have a home down with the rebels, but she wasn't sure if she should tell Lucia of it just yet. Even the friendliest people in Nightmute would sooner have you beheaded for their own personal gain.
"Where ... " Kurami took a step forward, her hands reaching out. Lucia had completely vanished beneath her cloak. Confused, Kurami wondered how she'd get under that cloak if she couldn't find it.
How in the world am I supposed to join her under that cloak if I can't find it? Kurami wondered, her hands dropping to her sides for fear of attracting attention. She must've looked quite the peculiar sight, feeling all about the air for what was seemingly nothing there.
She had yet to concern herself with the closeness she'd be with this strange new woman.

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Lucia laughed softly as her cloak fluttered above Kurami's head, and the sound of windchimes could be heard as the clothe moved with the wind. Suddenly Kurami was under the cloak, and she was hidden as well. "Don't worry about having to remain quiet, this cloak has been soundproofed with fae magic, as well. If you're ever under it, you're guaranteed that no one can find you unless you want them to. I wonder how much it'd go for sale, nowadays. Not like I
'd sell it, though." And with that, they began walking, quiet as a shadow on the moon. Being under the cloak, Lucia fetl safe to wander around without fear of being killed for her blood. Under the cloak, one could appreciate everything the city had to offer. And when you weren't fearing for your life, the city had quite a bit to offer, still.
They moved past the East and the West districts, and way out in the middle of a lake, was a graveyard. The lake was a faint grey colour in the moonlight, fog rising off of the water. There were rumours of a monster inhabiting the lake, and that kept most out of it. However, a few brave souls had attempted to swim across it, determined these rumours were nothing more than simple legends, determined to scare trespassers away from whatever secrets that the lake held. However, anyone who attempted to swim through the lake, was never seen again. Lucia, however, showed no fear as she pulled something from her cloak. "The last gift the fae who made this cloak for me ever gave me.' She said with a faint smile as she pulled out something that resembled a stick from a tree, silver and completely smooth. When she held it in her hands, it began to glow a faint silver colour, and it began to grow. A few seconds later, it formed in the shape of a circle, about the size of a large trash can lid, just the right size for both Kurami and Lucia to sit on. It continued glowing a faint silver colour, and yet was see-through, and it looked as if it were made of nothing more than the air. Lucia tossed it gently into the water, and it sat on the surface, completely unmoving. She gestered for Kurami to sit on it, and Lucia waited.

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As they walked, Kurami couldn't help but run her fingers over the fabric of the cloak. It was so silky and smooth, like water slipping through her fingers.
"It's truly amazing what fae magic can do. It's just a shame that it's so dangerous for faeries." She sighed softly, a hint of sadness in her soft tone, and lifted up her skirts so they wouldn't be dragging on the ground. Her socks were damp from the ground, and dirtied, but she didn't mind; She rarely ever wore shoes, so she was used to her socks getting dirty.
It felt wonderful to be able to move so freely between the districts and not get caught. It was a freedom that was lost, and one that Kurami missed dearly. There was no safety anymore, and what little that was remaining would soon be destroyed. For her, it was painful to see the state Nightmute was in; She had grown up in this city and she had seen it come to ruins.
It would change, that she was sure of. Whether it was restored to how it once was, or if it was destroyed altogether and its existence would be erased from the world, it would change. She thought that if were to be erased from existence, that it would be for the better. No one deserved to live in such a violent, chaotic city like this one.
As they neared the lake, Kurami ignored her thoughts of the city and watched Lucia intently. She knew of this place very well, and of the tales of a monster living in the lake. So far Kurami had not yet had the privilege of meeting this monster, but if there was one thriving deep within the watery depths, she was sure it would keep out any unwanted visitors.
This fae Lucia knew of was certainly intriguing to Kurami. They must've been very close, she thought, but what had happened to the fae? Perhaps the fae was hidden in a place no one could find. Whatever had happened, Kurami pushed the more grim explanations out of her mind and watched in silent admiration as the silver stick glowed and changed form into that of a circle.
Tentatively Kurami stepped onto the circle, half-expecting it tip over and knock her into the water. When it didn't, she sat down with her skirts pulled high up to avoid the water as her legs dipped into the water, her fingers holding onto the circle.
There was something calming about cold water.

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Lucia remained lost in her own thoughts, as she could navigate to this place without even thinking about it, she'd lived there so long. She stepped into the circle, that was glowing fiercely now, as if it were waiting for an order. When she sat down, she lowered her hood, and the circled orb began to drift on the water, towards the center. A heavy cover of fog drifted around them, to the point where Kurami couldn't see her hands in front of her face. "My dear fae friend, who made these wonderful creations for me, was drained for his blood by vampires." She responded to Kurami's thoughts, knowing the boat ride to the middle of the lake would take quite some time.. 'He was one of the best crafters, and his specialty was making items that made non-faeries more safe to vampires and werewolves. Unfortunately, his creations couldn't save him when the founding vampires decided his creations were allowing too many non-purebloods to live. And that is the main reason why I despise the governments that run Nightmute so much. No one should have the right to dictate whether anyone else has the right to live. He took pity on me, being a mutation with no kindred kind. He also helped craft my house, which is partly why no one has been able to find it. I'm pretty sure it is the safest place left in Nightmute. "
As soon as Lucia finished her sentence, the orb hit land, and the fog lifted up a bit, so Kurami could see where she was. This island was quite large, and peacefully serene. All around were tall towers, crafted out of solid white marble, with gold swirls etched into the stone. They looked completely deserted, as to be expected on an uninhabited island save for Lucia. As they walked past the tall buildings, Lucia pointed out one in particular. "There, is my friend's library. He crafted a special device, that was actually able to collect knowledge from the outside world, and confine them into books. However, since no one knows about Nightmute, I haven't been able to figure a way out. However, these books are quite in demand in Nightmute, but highly illegal. I had just finished giving some to my book dealer on the mainland, who sells them for knowledge, and for a small profit. He isn't greedy, but people whp deal books with this sort of knowledge, get a special execution. "
As they continued walking, Lucia made it to a small building, that was quaint compared to the other buildings, but it had a spiral staircase. She walked up the spiral staircase, and into a house filled with dazzling trinkets of every colour, shape and size. The walls were filled with clocks, that kept ticking in sync. And not annoyingly, they sounded like they were making up a quiet lullaby. The floor was covered with rugs and blankets, all ornate, intricate patterns. The main room was covered in books with jeweled covers, that glistened in the light. Surprisingly, there was an overhead light, shaped like a gold orb covered in glistening jewels of every colour. Since the main device that had sent Nightmute into chaos had shattered, artificial light was hard to find without magic. The entire house was beautiful, as if every last trinket or item of loveliness in Nightmute had collected there to settle.
"My house is one of the last with it's own power. I can even cook, which nowadays, you know what a luxury that is. And there's even running hot water, if you can believe that. This house is my most prized possession." Lucia walked slowly upstairs, up another spiral staircase. On the second floor, was a large bedroom, with an adjoined bathroom. "I don't get any visitors, so i've only one bed. There is a couch downstairs if you prefer sleeping alone." The bed itself was a work of art, huge and fluffy, with dozens of pillows and a giant blanket that glistened gold in the light. Lucia leaned onto it and collapsed, and her body sunk into it. 'I'm quite certain this may be the comfiest spot in the whole city.' She smiled at Kurami, and immediately fell into a deep sleep, comforted by the thought of someone else being around her.

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Kurami's hands dipped into the water as they moved across the lake, her fingers tracing patterns on the smooth surface that disappeared into the thickening fog. She felt blind with the fog obscuring her vision, but it didn't make her want to panic; She felt so calm at the moment that nothing could bother her, listening silently to Lucia tell the story of her fae friend. Kurami didn't question how Lucia had known Kurami had been wondering about that--It would be rude to interrupt her while she was speaking. Kurami could hear the fondness of this fae friend in Lucia's voice while she spoke of him and his wonderful creations, and when her tone of her voice leaked a hint of sadness, Kurami couldn't help but feel sad as well. It was a lovely yet tragic story.
When the orb hit the land, Kurami was jolted out of her calm state. She felt as if she had woken from a peaceful slumber. She blinked her eyes and looked around at the thinning fog, bits and pieces of what was on the island barely visible. Gathering up her skirts in her arms, she carefully stepped off of the orb and onto the land, dropping the skirts. She didn't mind if they dragged on the ground in this place; Somehow, by just looking at it, she knew it wasn't dirty. While they walked, she tilted her head back to look up at the towers. There was barely any light to reflect off of the towers, but she could see the gold swirls perfectly, as if they were glowing. Kurami had the oddest urge to trace those swirls with her finger.
Her attention was drawn to the building Lucia was pointing out as she spoke. When she spoke of the man that sold illegal books, Kurami immediately thought back to those books she had of the childrens' lullabies and fairytales. Could it be the same man? It had to be. There weren't many brave enough in Nightmute to do something that illegal. It would mean execution at once; There would be no jury or chance of survival. Like Lucia was saying, those who went against the government got a 'special treatment', but it wasn't at all pleasant. It would be the worst type of torture ever, surpassing all other torturing devices ever invented.
It was so lovely on this tiny island. Isolated from the suffocating air in the city, Kurami felt like she could actually breathe and be completely relaxed. She bet she could get the best slumber ever on this island, with no interruptions or fear of being found and killed. She bet that her nightmares wouldn't be able to reach her on this island.
Kurami allowed herself to smile. It was genuine and content, a smile that hadn't been on her face in a long time.
As Lucia led Kurami up the stairs to her house, Kurami let her eyes roam all about the island. The fog wasn't that bad and, from as far as her eyes could see, there were those towers and elegant buildings everywhere. It was like Lucia had her own tiny village, all to herself. She wondered if it ever got lonely for Lucia, but then she realized that the other woman mustn't mind it that much. She seemed happiest when she was on this island, that much Kurami could tell, and when she had this much peace and safety, company wasn't of much importance. While it was still nice, one could do without friends and lovers.
As they walked through the room with all of the dazzling trinkets, the electric light on the jewels created a kaleidoscope effect on the walls and the floor. It was absolutely gorgeous in this house, on the entire island. Kurami couldn't find one flaw about it.
"This place .... It's absolutely beautiful." Kurami said in a quiet murmur, thinking aloud. There were so many trinkets that Kurami had to question how long it had taken Lucia to acquire them.
On the second floor was Lucia's bedroom and bathroom. She stared at the large bad with wide eyes for she had never seen such a comfortable-looking and pretty bed. Nor so many pillows, she noted. Looking at the fluffy bed, Kurami was tempted to jump on all of the pillows and just let the bed swallow her.
The comfiest spot in the safest place in all of the city, Kurami was going to say but Lucia was already asleep with a smile on her pretty face.
Kurami could only smile and collapse on the bed beside Lucia, falling asleep as quickly as Lucia had....

It could have been five minutes or five hours when Kurami woke up, but when she woke up Lucia was still fast asleep and it was still foggy outside. She couldn't tell if the sun was out or not; The fog completely shielded any rays from the sun.
She had been jolted awake by a nightmare. The memory of it was blurry and came back to her in pieces, but what was the clearest part was when her wings had been ripped off of her back. The nightmare had seemed so real that she could feel her back aching and her wrists were stinging from the shackles cutting into them.
As quietly as she could, so as not to disturb Lucia, Kurami climbed off of the bed and headed downstairs. She passed through the room with all of the trinkets, taking her time to look at almost every one of them and at all of the clocks ticking away on the walls. Once she was outside, she walked to the edge of the island to the lake and knelt down by it, her reflection looking up at her. She looked well-rested, but the aching in her back was only getting worse.
Kurami's body started to twitch and tremble. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip, her hands gripping the grass and fingernails digging into the earth. A terrible sound of ripping followed the convulsions and then, growing larger and larger from her back, were her wings. They grew and grew as her body shook and shook. Her wings were twice her size in height and width, and when they were outstretched they were four times her height and width. Once they were entirely out of her back, they sprung open, a good fifteen feet from either side of where she sat, and the convulsions finally ceased.
Kurami slumped forward, a thin sheen of sweat on her face, and breathed slowly as the ache in her back went away.
Her wings were a dazzling white that, in any light, would be too bright to look at. As her wings slowly folded, Kurami pushed herself up and stared down at the shackles on her wrists. She rummaged around in the tiny pockets inside her skirts until she pulled out a metal object that looked like a pen and a knife combined. The object was called a stele; It was used to draw runes on surfaces, objects, and the skin of only people like her and her father. Kurami didn't know anyone else like her, so she assumed they had to be the only ones. Drawing runes on anyone else with the stele would either seriously injure or kill them; Kurami wasn't sure which would happen for she never had attempted to draw one on someone else.
Carefully holding the stele as best she could in her fingers, she drew a swirling rune on the shackles. The lines of the rune were black and would eventually fade. The shackles began to a glow a bright lava-red. The burning didn't last long--It went away when the colour faded, the shackles blackened and cracked. Kurami smashed the shackles against the earth and they burst into dust.
Rubbing her reddened wrists, she stood up and stared down at the water. Looking around, she couldn't find anyone in sight. Where she was the fog was too thick for her to be clearly seen. If someone were to come over here, she could cover herself up with her wings.
Kurami slipped out of her dress quickly, using her wings as a cover. She folded her dress in a neat pile on a rock with her socks, several decks of cards, the stele and other objects in a nice pile on top of the dress.
Deeply inhaling, standing at the edge of the island, Kurami pushed off and dived into the water. The cold water engulfed her, clearing her mind and washing away the pain on her wrists. She swam deeper and deeper, her wings strongly pushing her further and further down; It was like she was flying under the water, a flash of pure white thrown onto the many shades of blue and green.
Even the lake was beautiful! There were so many mixing shades of blue with green that made colours Kurami had never seen. It was a mysterious place under the water, especially the parts that were darker than the others. The rock walls under the lake were crystallized and reflected their own light on the water, creating a sparkling effect. If Kurami hadn't needed oxygen, she would've explored the lake longer and determine whether there was a lake monster of not.
On the surface of the lake Kurami floated, her wings gently pushing her around the entire circle of the island. She examined every tower she could see and every building that there was while she passed them.
It was truly an amazing place.

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The water splashed the surface as Kurami floated on top. The luminescent rocks under the water continued to sparkle with their own light under the waves as murmurs could be heard, bubbles attempting to make sounds. Something was in the water, and it was curious. A face floated above the water, eyes that were completely black with no whites peered out at Kurami curiously. Three more similar creatures floated above water, looking at Kurami as if she were an exhibit at the zoo.
Whispers followed each voice, and they looked at each other, wondering what to do. One of the particularly curious approached Kurami as she floated on the water. It tugged gently at her hand, afraid to catch her attention. "Excuse me, but...what are you?' The voice rang out, crisp and clear as a bell. Their skin was a faint teal colour, mixed with several spots of scales freckling their skin. The figure's hair floated out above the water, and sank down underneath the waves, being longer than Kurami could see. Their hair was a faint moonlight colour, blending in with the fog above the water. The figure had remarkably girlish figures, and a face resemblant of a ball-jointed doll, being elegant and unhuman-like. Behind the figure, a long tail splashed above the water, waiting for Kurami's response.

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Kurami continued to float along on the surface, feeling as light as a feather on the surface of the water. Her hair floated around her head gently in a wide pool, reflecting the blue and green colours of the lake off of it. The snow-white colour of her hair and her wings had transformed into the mixed colours of blue and white, as if they were a white canvas and watercolours had been painted onto it. The colours of the water had the same effect on her bare skin.
It was so relaxing that not a single worry or concern could bother Kurami. Her wrists were healed, the redness and the scrapes gone. She had her eyes closed as she listened to the peaceful silence. Kurami could feel herself drifting off; She would fall asleep on this water. She was dozing now, falling deeper and deeper into sleep than she would have liked. She had never felt so light and weightless with not a single care to burden her, with nothing to weigh on her shoulders and bring her down.
When she felt a gentle tugging on her hand, she was sure she was dreaming now. She hadn't found any other creatures in the water. Or perhaps this was all a dream and Lucia was trying to wake her up?
Her eyes blinked open when a clear voice spoke. It was right next to her, asking her what she was in a polite manner. Kurami looked at the lake creatures watching her with puzzled looks. They all seemed unsure of what to do with her, except for the one that had asked the question.
They were lovely creatures, Kurami thought as she admired the teal colour of their skin and their hair. Of course, anything that lived in this mystical place would be nothing less of marvelous. If they had any specific gender, it would be difficult to tell which; Their features were elegant and girlish, and they would put the prettiest women to shame. They were no monsters like the tales of the lake monster had said; They seemed friendly and not at all angered by Kurami being in their water.
She cleared her throat. "That's a good question for I'm not entirely sure myself. I'm just some kind of mixed-breed." Kurami's wings rose above the water, the water spilling off of the glistening white feathers like mini waterfalls. They gently sunk underneath the water again, keeping her afloat.

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With a flutter of wings and a breeze that Lucia could feel upon her skin, she jolted awake. In her dream she had seen Kurami leave her house and go down to the lake for a swim. For some reason, she hadn't heeded Lucia's warning about the monster. Lucia wasn't lying, there was a monster that lived in the lake. Several of them, actually. But they weren't really monsters. They just protected themselves when they felt threatened, and Lucia found them quite endearing companions to talk to, and good guards of her island. And they hadn't ever seen anything like Kurami, so the most curious of the group, Sinny, had to ask her what she was.
"You mean there aren't any more like you? That's so amazing!" Sinny smiled, revealing rows of sharp teeth. But besides the mouth of razor blades, she wasn't intimidating in the least. The others floated nearby, quietly murming amongst themselves, attempting to figure out what this creature was. Sinny gently touched one of Kurami's feathers, and looked in amazement as drops of water rolled off the feathers into the water. "Can you fly with your wings?"
It was during this interrogation that Lucia finally made it outside, the fog rolling in gentle puffs nearby. If one stared at it long enough, it seemed to swirl in ornate patterns, and it looked almost rainbow, being pastel and multicoloured. As she approached the water, she dipped her feet in, and sat down at the shore. She wasn't much of a swimmer to begin with, and she could hear everything that was being said by Kurami and the 'monsters'.

With a thud, the figure crashed into the ground, and with a snarl, his bones began cracking and reforming into a newer, more feral shape. His clothes became ripped off by the sudden increase of pressure, and where this drunk patron once lay on the ground, was a huge black wolf. Growling at the man that threw him out of the front door, the huge wolf attempted to clamp its jaws over the smaller man's throat. However, the person who threw him out, was not weak. "Next time, you pay your damn tab before trying to smuggle out my alcohol!" And with that last word said, the man's left arm rippled and changed shape bones cracking and sinews growing, turning jet black and twice as large with a claw to match. He grabbed the werewolf by his pelt and threw him into the alleyway, and snickered as the werewolf collided with the garbage cans, knocking trash onto him, some that was weeks old. As his fur became dirtied by decomposing waste, raccoons and rats scurried from the trash, their meal being interrupted. The werewolf regained his composture, realising this man wasn't merely a human or someone he wished to fight. He transformed back into a man, and walked off, embarrased he had been bested by a mere bartender.
The bartender grinned, as he loved a good fight. However, that had been his only customer of the evening, so he decided to close up his bar. He sighed, exhaling the cold air. Running a bar was a damn near death wish, nowadays. However, he had nowhere to go and nothing better to do, so why not? And he loved all the alcohol he could drink on the job. As he locked the front door, the man walked outside, determined to make it to the harbour, as there was a view like no other there. He could almost taste freedom from this accursed town near the ocean.
He put the keys to the bar back into his pocket, and pulled the bottle he had found the patron trying to steal, out of his other pocket. With a huge swig, he felt the familiar, comforting burn its way down his throat. As he neared the East district, he felt his sense of security steadily decline the closer he got. He knew that being in East territory wasn't safe, but it was nearing dawn. And he was confident in his vampire-fighting abilities, as he had staked a couple who tried to drain him before. Somehow, he had ended up being something unhuman, but a lot stronger. Valentine passed the large castle on his way to the harbour, as he so often did, and he wondered what sort of vampires lived there? Their house was enormous, so Dante felt an immense surge of jealousy. The vampires who lived there probably inherited their money, so they didn't have to work for anything, while mixbreeds like Dante had to struggle just to survive. But he wasn't bitter for long. He knew that the struggle had made him strong, strong enough to survive. Strong enough to appreciate everything around him, especially the view of the ocean at the break of dawn.