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DelicatexRose Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 4:08 pm
The Secluded Stream is a hidden creek that only the most courageous adventures are fortunate to discover. This stream is said to flow into every main body of water, connecting the seven seas. During previous times of war, every nation wished to control this stream so that they could easily navigate to any ocean, however the stream seemed to hide itself until the war ceased.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 2:51 pm
{  } xxx J e s s a m i n e xxxC o l b r i d g e  ❝ If I die young, bury me in satin...Lay me down on a bed of roses... The nearly inaudible padding, or sloshing sound, as it were, of Jessamine Colbridge’s designer stilettos in the moist soil of the forest below grew silent as she decelerated, bringing the outstanding speed of her run to a cessation. It took one or two soft shakes of her ankles to remove the edges of her heels from the muck. The incredibly prominent scent of recent rain in the air was evident on all that it had fallen on. Clear droplets were still visible on leaves of the trees with dampened trunks as well as any other greenery in the area. The overpowering and abundant aroma of wildlife tickled at her nose; a group of animals simply would not be able to quench her formidable thirst. An alternative course of action had to be taken. She suspected that the rain would soon return and this made her job both easier and more difficult at the same time. The being that Jessamine had hauled over her shoulders nearly fifteen minutes earlier at the outskirts of Colloquial Village was indubitably unconscious and barely able to inspire and expire the ample amount of fresh oxygen in the woods. A foolish human may just believe the man to be dead, but the blonde vampire was able to detect a heartbeat. Rather carelessly, she dumped him on the earth and knelt down by his side, taking his hand in hers to press her lips against the location of the pulse in the wrist to feel the beat. The thick mud beneath her folded and bare lily-white legs no longer mattered to her; there was only one focus. A much more commanding burning sensation erupted in Jess’s throat as she breathed in the man’s scent so closely.
When Jessamine turned the man’s wrist around in her hand, she noted the absence of both rings and a watch, which men had worn for the past hundred and fifty or so years for both practical and fashion purposes. Simple tattered clothing, the stench of alcohol, and bemused expression were what enticed her to attack him. These attributes were often tell-tale signs of a lost individual who had little for live for and would not be missed much. Perhaps she was even doing him a favor. Jess’s typical, shining crimson-colored irises were diminished to a dull red-brown, an indication of poor nutrition. It had been a week or perhaps more since her last kill and she was frail; the chase for this unfortunate soul was disappointing, but the taste of his blood and aftermath would be satisfying nevertheless. The dancer turned vampire leaned over her prey, no longer able to endure the teasing she inflicted upon herself by only taking in his strong human scent. Extended fangs and an intimidating hunter appearance transformed the features of her soft face. Jessamine sunk the tips of her fangs in the skin of his neck above the collarbone to take aim at a vein. The flesh separated without difficulty and his blood was exposed. Thoughtlessly in the moment, the villainess placed her hands around his head to snap his neck, which instantly shattered his life. The sound it generated would be abhorrent for nearly any being to perceive. A dress strap slid down her narrow shoulder; she wasn't that kind of lady. What did it matter? No one else was around. The sensation of draining her victim of blood was indescribable, a truly euphoric experience for Jess. Thoughts of becoming infinitely stronger than her current state excited her entirely, as she believed few would be a match for her if encountered in battle.
When Jessamine’s need for sustenance was fulfilled, she pushed off of her lifeless victim’s stomach with her hand to regain balance. A slightly woozy state frequently made her feel as if she were in a daze seconds after feeding. It was what she endured prior to feeling cheerful, appeased, and powerful. Blood that seeped from his neck stained his outfit in addition to her lips and chin. Attentiveness suddenly engulfed her as she felt a small, round object in the man’s coat pocket. The blonde curiously unzipped it and extracted a wedding band, which instantly filled her with horror. Unsteady fingers dropped the ring in the wet dirt, guilt consuming her for the first time in a while; a true, harsh human feeling. The man that she had fed off of and brutally murdered mere seconds ago had a wife and the possibility of children. All of a sudden, a wide array of everyday forest sounds buzzed in her ears while she stared into the distance with the effects of her act swarming around her head. A squirrel clattering up a tree about forty yards away was trying to reach his collection of food. An accumulation of locust making their acoustics during this time in summer was the perfect background noise, she blocked it out the best she could before. And finally, a midnight fox making haste of its advantage in the last half hour or so before the sun rises. Jessamine leaped from her crouching position and began digging a hole in the earth with her hands, disliking the feeling of the moist dirt under her fingernails. Only several minutes passed and the hiding spot for the body was about eight feet deep from top to bottom. A bit of exercise and depositing of the kill in the ground with proper covering did wonders for her nearly nonexistent conscience. With a gentle sigh, the blonde vampire dropped her high heels on a nearby rock and walked, with closed eyes, into the pleasant stream. The sounds the water generated by its movement to the south and brushing across the rocks was entirely serene and comforting. She knelt down the best she could, as if to keep her dress from falling into the stream, to wash away the entirety of the dirt and blood from her skin.
Sink me in the river at dawn...Send me away with the words of a love song... ❞
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DelicatexRose Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 11:52 am
Vincent Ender Kane Aoki   ~Slit the throat of reason and reality
Cut myself and scream for their insanity
Wake up to this nightmare that will never end
The main attraction of this twisted master plan~
~Trust nothing but pain to get me through the daze
Sleep with one eye open not to be their prey
Fist against my face they bring me to my knees
The pressure's crushing down so hard
I can't break free ~
~When I can feel my skin crawl
When I'm about to crack
The hunger for revenge
gives me strength to stand~ ______________________________________________________________________________ The beta wolf, ran along the stream. His worn out jeans were get getting soaked. Trees looked like blurs, he was in his wolf form. And he was moving fast. In his left hand was a dead animal; blood was engulfed around his hand and he was feasting. Blood covered his lips. The trees continued to flash by his body. He was pushing his body to the limit as he was running towards the vampire. He sensed her desire to feed, he ran his hand along his neck, feeling the small scars from fangs of vampires. He lets them feed on him from time to time. It was something he found arousing. Shadows warped around him, as he grew closer to Jessamine. His body twisted back into his human state. The inaudible snap of the neck, he could hear it. It was faint, but he heard it. He was about 45 yards from the vampire by this point. His eyes narrowed, a kill. He sensed the blood lust in the hair, and that was another arousing feeling for him. He bared his bloody teeth, and took another bite of his meal. He took a step forward, and he was behind the vampress. His low voice would have been inaudible, except he knew she could hear him. "You killed without me here.. You should know how much that displeases me." his nails grew a bit longer. He ran them along the side of her neck. He took a step back, and took another bite of the dead animal. Blood, had smeared across his face, the golden eyes lit up a bit, his voice was still low. "You know, your allowed to feed on me Vampire." He stood, and flexed his small flexible body. He looked at her again, then down at his kill. "Want some?" His eyes narrowed, as he took another bite of his meal.  ~I will be your deadman
With nothing but this blood on my hands
Stuck in your "wonderland"
I just want to make you bleed like me
Everyday goes by without a second thought ~
~Living in a perfect and controlled project
A puppet of their sick perversion's appetite
Will I be trapped inside this hell until I die?~
~So make me your deadman
With only poison in my veins
Stuck in your "wonderland"
Stagnated by the passivity
I'm gonna make you bleed like me~ ((O.O.C:: ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 1:40 am
In a world full of death, I cannot help but long for life...
In a world of darkness, I cannot help but look towards the light. Zehel Dragonov: Elder Dragon of the Sun ¤¸¸.•´°¤ ¸¸.•´°¤•´°¤¸¸.•´°¤ ¸¸.•´¤ Cool, crisp air filled the damp forest, a sign of dawn. Rain had graced the luscious land with its gift of life, and there was a high chance that such an event would occur once more. Splashing echoed through the emptiness, which could be traced back to a stream; a long, treacherous path with bone chilling water coursing through it like the blood that pushed its way through the veins of the man bathing in that very stream. For others, this would seem insane. But, Zehel Dragonov was of a different breed. Such harsh temperatures did not bother him. In fact, he welcomed the icy cold water which he used to wash his pale, muscular body and his snow white hair. The man was cold-blooded in all essence of term. He used this to his advantage, finding secluded areas where he could be alone with his thoughts, and this stream truly seemed like the ideal environment.
It was not long before the creature had finished his daily routine, and he promptly clothed himself after drying his body. A skin tight, white tank top snugly fit his strong, built chest, and a a loose fitting dress shirt colored in black draped over his torso. Those articles of clothing were accompanied by a dark blue denim jacket with a fur lined hood that spanned over his broad shoulders and hugged his body, as well as matching denim jeans that wrapped around long legs, tucked into sturdy, pitch black commando boots. A sleek pair of matching black gloves fit over his hands and stretched to the mid of his forearm. As Zehel proceeded to dress himself, he couldn't help but hear the sound of a neck being snapped, followed by the splashing, expedient of a pursuer. Had he not caught a whiff of the feminine aroma that all women give off, coupled with the disgusting smell of a dog in heat, he would not have bothered to investigate what was taking place upstream.
As an elder dragon, Zehel was gifted with a great deal of perks, such as a humanoid body blessed with spectacular senses. He could hear, see, and smell at much greater distances than most could, which aided him in avoiding unnecessary trouble. He also used these heightened senses to make sure events were avoided. With his mind made up and the decision made, the dragon ventured up the stream with impressive speed, peering ahead to look for anything out of the ordinary. It took him no more than a minute to find what seemed like a male werewolf threatening a female vampire, or so he perceived with his emerald shaded pupils. As he drew closer and closer, he could make out the words that escaped the man's mouth. This pulled Zehel to a stop, now simply choosing to view the happenings of the encounter between the two species.
A sigh escaped the dragon's parted lips as he gazed at both the man and the woman. His attention was first drawn to the vampire, due to her immense beauty. He was brought back to reality with the grotesque appearance of the wolf, whom was feasting on a dead carcase rather messily. This proved only to displease Zehel, seeing such a pretty girl with a disgusting man. Against his better judgement, he decided to interact with the two.
A low, vicious growl reverberated throughout the darkness of the massive forest, alarming the others of his presence. This snarl was more aimed at the werewolf, as if trying to assert his dominance. Dragonov stepped forward, analyzing the situation and his surroundings to get a grasp of things. A dead human laid dead in the dirt; most likely the culprit of the broken neck. This did not bother him in the slightest, for he abhorred humans with all of his being. Blood and dirt slipped from the woman's body and up the stream, a sign that she had just fed on the bleeding victim. His gaze switched to the wolf, snickering as if looking down on him. Throughout all of this, he did not say a single word. The man wanted to see what their individual reactions could be, so that he would be able to act accordingly. ¤¸¸.•´°¤ ¸¸.•´°¤•´°¤¸¸.•´°¤ ¸¸.•´¤ The cycle can never be bent nor broken.
But I will walk between life and death, until I find the answer...
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DelicatexRose Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 1:41 pm
{ } xxx J e s s a m i n e xxxC o l b r i d g e ❝ If I die young, bury me in satin...Lay me down on a bed of roses... Jessamine Colbridge lightly clutched the asymmetrical hem of her wine-colored dress in one of her hands while the other splashed small amounts of the refreshing stream water onto her legs. The focus was on her knees and shins, where much of the dirt refused to be easily washed away. Small, massaging circles were sufficient, even though she wished she had a bar of lavender soap to feel thoroughly clean. As the blood and dirt broke away from her fair skin and was swept away by the gentle current, she gazed at the color-stained water until it reached a bend and went out of sight.
The thoughts of the wedding band belonging to the man from Colloquial Village crept back into Jessamine’s mind, no matter how she resisted. She visualized herself standing in front of a mirror, wearing an extravagant white gown, as she always desired, only to have a disgusting creature come and take her husband away. This was essentially what the woman whose husband she killed and buried would be going through, with the exclusion of Jess’s dramatic mental modifications. There would not be closure, either. The police will never be able to find him at such a distance away from his last whereabouts and so far under the ground.
It was early in her childhood where her own family was torn apart by death. The difficulties her mother, sisters, and she attempted to overcome at that particular point in their lives without a complete family were entirely devastating. When Jessamine became a vampire and was forced to feed off of humans, she made a commitment to never destroy a family, so no child would be required to go through what she did. And now look at what being this positively dreadful predator transformed her into. A monster. Only time and forceful dismissal of this recent killing would be effective in helping the blonde recover from the encounter.
Clearly so immersed in her own thoughts and emotional turbulence, it was only natural that Jessamine would miss all of the blaring indications that another being was approaching her current location at an outstanding speed. There was a small opportunity for the vulnerable woman to stand at her full, yet petite, height before the werewolf arrived too closely behind her. The first sound was the appalling noise of canine teeth tearing into a bloody corpse of an unidentified animal. The wolf, Vincent, cooed words of admonishment aloud so softly that only beings with enhanced senses would be able to hear them. To Jessamine, the pitch was so powerful that it was as if he was speaking directly into her ear. For whatever reason, he was reprimanding her for enjoying an early breakfast without him. But, who exactly is he? The blonde did not recognize his rough, animal-like voice.
Suddenly, a sharpened fingernail danced across a soft, delicate region of her neck. It was not a lover’s gentle caress, nor was it perceived as such, and it created an exceptionally threatening sensation that emerges when a predator closes in on the neck its prey. Her body collectively shuddered, an unintentional physical reaction to warn her of danger. Although the claw was already back by its owner’s side before she made much of a response, Jessamine ducked her head, spun around to face him, and dashed several feet away to put distance between herself and the unexpected visitor. “What an unsuitable way to greet a lady,” the vampire observed cheerlessly, her crimson irises scanning the messy appearance of Vincent’s blood-smeared mouth and the animal remains by his side. “I am not yours to scold, werewolf, and your suggestion is highly unappreciated.” She ostentatiously ran her nails through soft stands of blonde hair as the other hand simultaneously and covertly pulled a concealed throwing knife out of the garter on her thigh.
The second unwelcomed guest to Jessamine’s spot by the stream was discovered through enhanced hearing several minutes before he was in her viewing range. She first feared that it would be a pack member of the werewolf standing in front of her, but a whiff of the air revealed that the creature was something else entirely. This known fact did little to soothe her; the two men could have a formed alliance to take her out, despite their being part of different races. The female vampire’s shoulders and back remained tense, which was a clue to her overall discomfort in the situation. The primary instinct of her kind, and to similar beings, would be to flee an unnecessary confrontation like the one she believed to be in creation before her. Any other abrupt, physical advance would provoke the villainess to take such action immediately.
A thunderous roar produced by the newcomer, Zehel, caused all of the animals in the immediate area run in an opposite direction. The tone and power behind the growl was nothing like she had ever heard before, a creature that she had never encountered. With such an entrance, the source exposed himself to the duo. Jessamine raised her eyebrows at the Elder Dragon, first taking notice of his frosted locks, curious as to why these two enthralling men trailed her to this location. It was almost as if he was sneering at her and Vincent, and finding amusement in their interaction. In the place of speaking up or mocking her potential opponents, Jess tightened her grip on the handle of the throwing knife. The slim but deadly scimitar strapped to her back reflected the dim light from the quickly approaching dawn as she casually took a step back. The wolf was acting excessively demanding, and the dragon, considerably intimidating. If they both attacked at once and were able to reach her, there was no way of knowing how long she could last. Jessamine swiftly hurled the dagger, blade first, without any clear hints of her action. The weapon whizzed through the air at a superior speed, just several inches above Vincent’s head; it was her greatest hope that it would take a few hairs with it to frighten him. Her dangerously accurate aim surely was something to be fearful of. It ended up deeply lodged into the trunk of a tree nearby Zehel.
Sink me in the river at dawn...Send me away with the words of a love song... ❞
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:35 am
Vincent Ender Kane Aoki ~Slit the throat of reason and reality
Cut myself and scream for their insanity
Wake up to this nightmare that will never end
The main attraction of this twisted master plan~
~Trust nothing but pain to get me through the daze
Sleep with one eye open not to be their prey
Fist against my face they bring me to my knees
The pressure's crushing down so hard
I can't break free ~
~When I can feel my skin crawl
When I'm about to crack
The hunger for revenge
gives me strength to stand~ ______________________________________________________________________________ Vincent, smelled the dragon before he got to the pair; it was a smell unfamiliar to him. He could tell it was a reptile of some sort. But he was enticed by Jess’s, “I am sorry vampire. My rudeness is unintentional.” His tongue, ran across his mouth cleaning the blood. And he dropped the carcass on the ground. And he backed away a few more steps. Her blonde hair was gorgeous; it sat on her shoulders perfectly. The wind blew it slightly, shifting his head slightly, he look out of the corner of his eyes, to meet the Dragon’s glare. The mere presence of the male, shook his nerve. His claws retracted back into his skin. And he regained his more human nature, “Greetings. The name is Aoki, Vincent. Beta Werewolf.” He addressed himself, because this being frightened him. He showed power, just in his eyes. The roar, pushed him back a few feet from being startled. His eyes turned back towards the vampire, he saw a slight glint from the knife she drew. His smirked nonchalantly, his hand reached for one of his katana’s. But the blade already went over his head, and into the tree only feet behind him by the other male. He dropped his guard, “If you intended to kill us, you probably could have vampress.” His eyes fixed back on the male. “What are you… your scent is reptilian, but I cant place it.” He wondered if the others noticed he didn’t have a shadow beneath him. Before he came out before the vampire, he shadow was absorbed onto his clothes, since they were already black, you wouldn’t be able to tell. He was curious about this dragon male, the sent so peculiar. Turning his back, to the female, you took a step towards him. “You intrigue me. You have a smell, that I never smelt before.” His ears still twitched a bit from the males roar. As we walked closer, he peaked over his shoulder in case she wanted to attack him. “Don’t worry vampire, I have seen you before, among the demons. You and I are allies I guess in a way.” He was worried more of the male, whose roar brought slight fear into him. He hadn’t felt fear since the day his parents were murdered before his eyes, and he joined the ranks of the Lycans. Vincent smiled, and took out one of his katana’s. The years flashed before his eyes, he re-watched his parents and foster parents torn to shreds. The night he was changed into a werewolf. His running up the ranks fast, and killing the beta and taking his place. Now hes after the Alpha, that’s the only person he cares to kill, unless others got in his way. He flashed back into reality. “Soo?” He said staring at Zehel. ~I will be your deadman
With nothing but this blood on my hands
Stuck in your "wonderland"
I just want to make you bleed like me
Everyday goes by without a second thought ~
~Living in a perfect and controlled project
A puppet of their sick perversion's appetite
Will I be trapped inside this hell until I die?~
~So make me your deadman
With only poison in my veins
Stuck in your "wonderland"
Stagnated by the passivity
I'm gonna make you bleed like me~ ((O.O.C:: ))
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