Post by || Serenity || on Jul 11, 2007 14:09:10 GMT -5
ooc: This is only based on Underworld. I am not using any original characters. You are either a vampire, werewolf, or the rare lycan (lets keep them to a minimum please!).
Now I do have a plot which will be shown as soon as my posts begin. Join if you wish and enjoy yourself. Oh, setting shall be set in present time.
ic:
The dark, chocolate brown gaze hardened briefly, before slowly fading to a ice-blue that stared out harshly into the golden eyes of a sun. The abyss of dark night wrapped tight around the black cloak that was tied around the firm neck of the blue-eyed creature, flapping slightly around the muscular legs that trembled slightly, itching and waiting to move.
A low growl of laughter echoed around, and the gold-eyed beast started to circle its prey, smiling with a way that said nothing could defeat it, no matter how hard it tried.
"I am immune to all your little weapons," she snarled darkly, feeling her fangs pulling out past her lips as a muzzle began to stretch from her jaw.
The blue-eyed male turned slowly, his black spiked hair glistening in the moonlight as he faced the female whom was already beginning to grown hair all over her body, her form slowly becoming a glistening silver color. His combat boots crunched slightly in the snow, and he quickly fell to one knee that was covered in black leather pants. Both hands were before him, one eye closed as he held a special-made pistol in her direction.
A loud shot was heard. The special bullet shattered through bark. Nearby the wounded tree stood the fully transformed werewolf, her fangs glistening with the same eerie smile. She howled loudly, lowering onto all fours as her upper limbs pawed the ground, tempting him to do more damage. She wanted to feel the battle run through her veins. She wanted to lust for his blood dripping down her throat. She wanted to fight to the death, and it was his death she was aiming for.
"Dammit," the male whispered, aiming once more. But still, it was no use. Even if the bullet struck her, she could run off to pull it out and allow her body to quickly recover. The Headquarters had no way of knowing what would affect her....she was the rarest known werewolf, compared to lycans of course.
Because of her blood, she was known to pull in bands of werewolves and kill off those trying to hunt them. The others would die if shot at, but if she took the bullet, she wasn't affected.
He felt the burn of her gaze on his neck as she quickly made her way around him, jowls opened, saliva dripping from her fangs.[/b]
Now I do have a plot which will be shown as soon as my posts begin. Join if you wish and enjoy yourself. Oh, setting shall be set in present time.
ic:
The dark, chocolate brown gaze hardened briefly, before slowly fading to a ice-blue that stared out harshly into the golden eyes of a sun. The abyss of dark night wrapped tight around the black cloak that was tied around the firm neck of the blue-eyed creature, flapping slightly around the muscular legs that trembled slightly, itching and waiting to move.
A low growl of laughter echoed around, and the gold-eyed beast started to circle its prey, smiling with a way that said nothing could defeat it, no matter how hard it tried.
"I am immune to all your little weapons," she snarled darkly, feeling her fangs pulling out past her lips as a muzzle began to stretch from her jaw.
The blue-eyed male turned slowly, his black spiked hair glistening in the moonlight as he faced the female whom was already beginning to grown hair all over her body, her form slowly becoming a glistening silver color. His combat boots crunched slightly in the snow, and he quickly fell to one knee that was covered in black leather pants. Both hands were before him, one eye closed as he held a special-made pistol in her direction.
A loud shot was heard. The special bullet shattered through bark. Nearby the wounded tree stood the fully transformed werewolf, her fangs glistening with the same eerie smile. She howled loudly, lowering onto all fours as her upper limbs pawed the ground, tempting him to do more damage. She wanted to feel the battle run through her veins. She wanted to lust for his blood dripping down her throat. She wanted to fight to the death, and it was his death she was aiming for.
"Dammit," the male whispered, aiming once more. But still, it was no use. Even if the bullet struck her, she could run off to pull it out and allow her body to quickly recover. The Headquarters had no way of knowing what would affect her....she was the rarest known werewolf, compared to lycans of course.
Because of her blood, she was known to pull in bands of werewolves and kill off those trying to hunt them. The others would die if shot at, but if she took the bullet, she wasn't affected.
He felt the burn of her gaze on his neck as she quickly made her way around him, jowls opened, saliva dripping from her fangs.[/b]