1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Jul 28, 2018 0:42:04 GMT -5
Deer, deer. Kill the deer. And a few rabbits or two to boot. Maybe a coon, maybe a fox. Oh what the bounteous loot! Kill, kill. Kill them all. Hunt them, string them up. I'll hunt, I'll trap, I'll kill the beasts. Then I'll chop them up! Raleigh hummed quietly. His voice was pleasant an clear. Suspiciously free of his garbled accent. His quiet song drifted in the dark forest. He lay on his back beneath a tree. Head cradled in his hands The night was pitch black, but he had no trouble seeing as he waited for the witching hour. A bag of his cloths hung neatly in that tree above his head. For the time he knew that he'd no longer be him. Well. He'd still be him, but a different him. It was a him he was very familiar with. Well, he never actually knew what he looked like in this form. He could only guess it was the same thin beast his parents became twice a month. Tapping his foot in mid air as he happily awaited the moment of darkness. Wondering what fun he'd find himself in. So deep in the woods it wasn't likely that he'd encounter anyone. But there was certainly a bunch of wildlife within these woods. He was sure he'd end up killing something tonight. His golden eyes flashed gleefully in the dark as he grinned. The time was close, so very close. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He could feel the shift in his muscles. It was a sensation he knew well. The first marker of the change before the pain, the blissful pain caused his nerves to explode. Bones cracked and rearranged themselves, popping and ripping from joints. He rolled over onto his stomach as his spine changed. His skull and jaw elongated as fangs took the place of his teeth. Slowly, painfully so the man became a beast. The tall, lanky creature shook his disheveled fur out as it panted heavily. A great pink tongue lolling to one side. Massive satellite ears swiveled atop his head as golden eyes looked at the forest about. He yipped repeatedly. A great giggling sound that filled the darkness like the laugh of a ghoul. His seal brown coat shone in the darkness. He was an extremely tall shadow. A beast of speed. His head lifted and he straightened. Again he shook and danced like an unsteady sailor as he wobbled to one side. He had no trouble keeping his balance though. Prancing about in that great, wobbling stride the freed creature sniffed about. He took off in a lope short, that yipping laugh filling the night as he ran deeper in the mysterious forest. Tonight he was free to do what he pleased. Free to kill! Raleigh had brought himself out he so he didn't kill anyone within the village. Anyone he potentially knew as an ally. So deep into the forest they'd be safe. Very few people ventured this far. He being one of them. This forest was his means of living, after all. Couldn't have meat, bones and furs without animals. Animals that were oh so fun to rip apart. His laughter a quieted as he began hunting. Head low, scenting the world around him. So many scents. Which to chose from. Suddenly, a new, far more interesting scent crossed his path. Oh. He smiled, a great devil smile as he shifted course. This smell was far more interesting than any prey animal in the forest. This. This was another predator! [ Liselotte La Damme ] 595 words
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"The blood of the young provide eternity."
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Lycanthrope
30 Yrs
Upper Class
Complicated
Aristocrat
Womanly Wiles
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Post by Liselotte La Damme on Jul 29, 2018 18:52:02 GMT -5
The singing was what had drawn her from her kill. She had shifted early, as she always did, and the voice in the forest was... strange. Different. New. Not many veered from the worn paths, fearing the dark and the creatures within. Perhaps they were right too, though. But even then, they should fear her whilst in her human form, should they not? She may not have the magic they believed to be so evil... but she was innately evil. Their lifeblood kept her young, at least... that was what she believed. The lithe creature darted back toward her kill when the male shifted, snarling low. He was on her tail--following, hunting? Was he hunting her? He had not noticed her until he was shifted. Now... he had. And Liselotte had never had to fight for her territory--and that was exactly what the whole of La Damme Forest was to her. She held the same name, was as close as a civilian could come to being royalty by blood... And she had a kill to protect. Rushing through the woods, she would lower herself overtop of the unconscious human woman, and wait. Raleigh Cooper193 words
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1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Jul 29, 2018 21:26:14 GMT -5
The Lycan was indeed after her. Though the scent of her prey was tempting, it was the scent of the female Lycan that was far more so. It had been so long since he had played with one of his own. Had fought for territory. Fore this was his forest. The human and the Lycan both laid claim to it long ago. This was where they were born. This was very likely where they'd die. Mouth open, tongue hanging out the Lycan trotted along. Closer, closer. His short tail would have been wagging in a lazy manner had it any length to it. But he'd bit it off long ago in a rather over excited game. He had won, and the tail was no longer getting in his way. Which was a great plus. Golden eyes soon fell upon the form of the female Lycan. Crouched over her prey. He grinned, head canted to one side, never quite capable of sitting straight. It lowered, tail raising he began trotting in an off kilter diagonal walk around the female. His chest always pointed towards her. Inspecting her. Testing her by coming closer. He bounced and tossed his head in a playful fashion. He wasn't here to fight unless she instigated it. Oh no. He wasn't in that state of mind just yet. Had she a longer tail he'd have darted closer and nipped at it, just to see what she'd do. But like him, her tail was short. Missing. He offered a low, rumble in his throat. Come closer and have some fun. There's no need to be hostile, now is there? Prey was no fun when it wasn't moving, after all. He enjoyed the chase. The thrill of it. The scent of fear and look in their eyes when he caught them. The light fading as they died. It was even better when he managed to injure them enough so they could run, limping away on false hopes that they could escape before he swooped in and ended it. This one was just laying there. Unconscious and dull. Why'd he want something like that? No. He wanted to Lycan who was so very much awake. So very much ready to entertain him. How she would do that he had yet to learn. A fight, or something else entirely was welcome. He'd let the lady decide. Though if she hesitated for too long he'd make her mind up for her. The Lycan was far to unstable and unpredictable to wait around for long. He'd switch gears within seconds. No warning given. [ Liselotte La Damme] ______ 431 Words
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"The blood of the young provide eternity."
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Lycanthrope
30 Yrs
Upper Class
Complicated
Aristocrat
Womanly Wiles
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Post by Liselotte La Damme on Jul 29, 2018 22:03:25 GMT -5
Liselotte stared, in silence, as the male circled--studying, investigating. He moved closer, tongue lolling, head tossing. He wanted to play. Slowly, she moved away from her victim, pawing their face roughly to ensure they were truly out, and would be for some time, before she lunged playfully towards the male. She didn't often sleep with her victims, not anymore. The life of celibacy was better than spreading the disease... And she did not often come across male lycans. Not to mention that she had been in heat for a good few days prior. Honestly, she was feeling more randy than playful, but if he wanted to play, she'd play. But she played her way. Lotte first aimed to tackle the male, and bury her muzzle against his neck, growling softly. It was not exactly a threat, more of an invitation to be rough with her--as rough as he liked. She dragged one petite paw against his face, as she gave an excited little whine, and leapt away from him, effectively setting up a game of chase. She took off, unworried about her victim, for now. If she woke up, all the more fun--they were too far into the la Damme forest for the girl to know how to get out without help. And she was certain neither of them would help her. Raleigh Cooper222
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1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Aztec
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Jul 29, 2018 22:19:50 GMT -5
The other accepted his invitation! Oh how nice it was to find another who wasn't so full of themselves and uptight that they couldn't have a little fun. All the others he had met while in this forest had been younger males, and hostile from the get go. They were gone now. Victims of the more experienced Lycan. She lunged forward, but she didn't attack as she found his neck. He returned her growl as he pushed back against her. His own snout finding her neck before a paw brushed across his face. Then she was go, running away. Instantly he gave chase, an excited yip like unto a hyena's laugh escaping his lips. He ran after her, snapping at her heels. The moment she attempted to turn he would follow, cutting in as he poured on a new burst of speed to broad side her in a tackle. He aimed to grab her scruff and pull her down with fangs and claws. They went down in a spray of leaves and pine needles as the both Lycan rolled down an incline Ra had not seen. He was a ball of limbs entangled with her. But he didn't let go of her scruff until they hit the ground and he was forced to. Thrown apart, he landed a few feet away. Panting and giggling like a mad creature. He licked his lips, the taste of her blood on his tongue setting his nerve endings alight. He was abuzz. High on her scent and blood. She had said he could be rough. He gave another playful growl as he stood. Eyes locked on her as he charged again. Suddenly he ducked aside in a faint spraying leaves into her face as he tried to grab her throat. If he managed to get her his grip would be firm, maybe break the skin. But he'd not try and hurt her further and he tried to knock her down again. he wanted to tussle. To be closer to her before coming out on top. Course when did things ever go as planned? It was what made life so fun! [ Liselotte La Damme] Bunny permission given by Vee. (I also grant it throughout this thread for Ra. Have fun with him.) 356 Words
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"The blood of the young provide eternity."
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Lycanthrope
30 Yrs
Upper Class
Complicated
Aristocrat
Womanly Wiles
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Post by Liselotte La Damme on Jul 29, 2018 22:28:56 GMT -5
Raleigh was convinced he'd come out on top. While he was twice her age, and definitely an older lycan, she was not one to allow herself to be... forced into submission. When they tumbled down an incline, she yipped loudly, almost a chuckling laugh. She was amused by his antics. Forced apart from her, she rose to her paws, snapping her jaws. He was high on her blood, her scent--she was high on the flood of testosterone. She wondered who he was in life. Probably a lower-ranking than she, unworthy of her passion... But, she could not infect him. Would not spread her disease... Her blight. He charged, ducked and sprayed leaves--briefly her vision was obscured and she growled. Teeth tugged at her throat, gold eyes staring up at him. Struggling, the female forced free of him, snapping her teeth as she avoided being knocked down again. She lunged, front paws settling on his rump, her teeth met with his tail and she nipped, claws digging into his flesh. He seemed so intent upon giving pain, rather than receiving... She would teach him. Prime him. See how worthy he was. Liselotte dove with all of her weight into his side, knocking him down and resting against his side, panting happily. She leaned to bite his ear, hard enough to draw blood, and then she was gone--once again darting through the forest, yip-like laughter echoing through the trees. He might be older, wiser... but these were literally her trees. Her forest. She knew them better than anyone, at least, she thought she did. Raleigh Cooper262
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1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Jul 29, 2018 23:05:33 GMT -5
She was a feisty one! Not willing to simply submit and go down. It excited him more. Had she submitted he'd have very well attacked her. He liked a girl that fought back, sought to come out on top. He'd not care the outcome if she gave him a good run. Too bad he'd not know who she was as a person. Man or Lycan he would certainly like to play with her some more. To play and be played with. She yanked free. No fear of her own flesh being torn worse. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest from the excitement. She'd do anything not to lose. Pain exploded in his tail and along his back. He didn't cry out or shy away from the pain though. He gave a sound of sheer pleasure. he was enjoying the sensation so much that he didn't fight when she knocking him to his side. He gave a contented growl as he bit his ear, he even flicked his head to make it rip more as he reached to try and snag her own ear to give it a friendly bite or two. He wanted to taste more of her. Bit like a tantalizing fairy, she was gone again. Teasing him more. He leaped to his feet. She ran like she knew the forest. Well, he was born here. He lived and breathed this land. It was his way of survival and he spent countless hours within. Learning its dips and dells, its clearings and burrows. Her scent was strong. He could tell where she was going and took off into the trees on a route that would best intersect her's. This dark forest was his playground. He'd be dammed if he let another best him here. He shot out of the darkness. Clipping her in the flank as he bit her rump before disappearing into the woods. He'd weave through the trees, ducking into a dry riverbed that'd allow him to flank her once more if she pursued him. He'd once again appear from behind to tag her before vanishing again. Though this time he'd let her chase him before taking another path he knew, ducking out of sight and into some rich smelling herbs and plants that grew there. They were great for masking his trail before bursting out before her, chest slamming into her at full speed once against sending them into a tumble of limbs. He wasn't going to quit trying to pin her. He loved how she was so willing to try and put him in his place. He was giving her full opportunity to sink her fangs into him. To cause more blessed pain. But he wasn't going to just willing lay down and let her do it. She'd need to do a little more convincing that she was worth his time. [ Liselotte La Damme] 478 words
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"The blood of the young provide eternity."
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Lycanthrope
30 Yrs
Upper Class
Complicated
Aristocrat
Womanly Wiles
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Post by Liselotte La Damme on Jul 29, 2018 23:15:11 GMT -5
He led her on a chase--and he seemed to know these lands. She gave a pleased yelp when he crashed into her--she'd lost his scent, and this time when he tumbled her, teeth sank into his throat. Definitely not hard enough to cause death, but no longer as playful. He was challenging her and that ticked her off. From a fun game of tag to a pissed off La Damme. Pinned under him, her muzzle buried against his neck as she tasted his blood, inhaled his scent, she growled softly and managed to right herself from beneath him, and she jerked her teeth from his skin, flesh tearing--she'd be leaving him wounded. Hopefully he could do something about that. It wouldn't be fatal unless infected, though. Lotte studied him quietly, he did not whimper in fear or pain--but rather... pleasure? Her head tilted, ears perking, and slowly she sidled next to him, nipping his ear and whining low, begging it seemed. He was intriguing, and she could deal with intriguing. Perhaps if she knew who he was, what he was in his human form, she would have reconsidered. Probably not, though... He'd caught her interest. With a sudden keen, the she-beast was off, heading towards a river that ran through the forest. Just how far would he chase her? How far would he go? And then, something caught her attention. A low snarl rose to her throat, as she lowered herself against the ground, glaring ahead. Humans--and not the one she'd brought. She shifted her weight and moved into the underbrush, snarling softly. She hadn't smelled them over him. Raleigh Cooper270
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1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Aztec
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Jul 30, 2018 0:17:22 GMT -5
The scent of his own blood filled his nose, parted his lips in a howl of sheer euphoria as her fangs tore at his throat. He'd lean into her clutch. Begging quietly for more. She was next to him. He could feel her heart beating, her breath. Hear the blood flowing in her veins. She whined as she bit his ear and he gave a groaning almost lustful noise as he leaned towards her, his mouth encircling her muzzle. Teeth leaving marks as he tried to put a leg around her to draw her closer. He was not seeking to be on top or to enforce his dominance. He wanted her to come close. But again she pulled away. He gave a huff. How was she suppose to bite him again of she was running away? How was he supposed to have any fun with her? He scrambled to his feet and loped after her. Intent upon chasing her to the ends of the earth. He was determined to be next to her when they awoke. Dead set on learning about the woman who continued to tease and tempt him so. His mind was quickly shifting gears from play to other areas of pleasure. Especially as he watched her tail bob before his nose. He'd catch her again, or he'd run himself into the ground trying. That he was sure of. The scent hit him like a brick wall. He came to a halt. Hopping as he burned off speed. He came up beside her, golden eyes fixed on the men before him. A predator fixing his steady gaze upon prey. He frowned. Why did they have to come now though? He was having so much fun with her. They were a nuisance. Then again he could turn this around. If his new girl would be willing to play too. That was when the sound of the woman reached his great ears. She was sobbing and calling for help. Catching the attention of the men. The three of them drew their swords and turned towards the call. Ra ducked into the darkness cast by the lead man's torch. Shadows far deeper than the night alone could create. They had no hope of seeing him beyond that circle of light their eyes were adjusted to. He nipped at the female to get her attention before offering a devilish grin gesturing back towards the woman, opening his mouth wide as he mimicked silent cry of terror. Make her scream. Hopefully she'd follow him and catch onto his game. The men were turning to the woman's cries. Coming closer. Ra stayed in the darkness, head low as he crouched. He kept low to the ground, ducking next to a large bush. His dark fur helping him to blend into the dark shapes around him. He waited for the three to pass before striking. He leaped into the air, knocking into them from behind and sending them tumbling to the ground. The torch flew from the lead's hand and hit the moist dirt. Ra pounced on it, using his front paw to grind it into the ground and snuff it out before retreating into the darkness. Taking care to kick the torch far out of reach into the brush. The burn inflicted by his actions sent pain shooting up his arm. Normally he would have pressed harder to insight more pain. But his steps were light and silent. He was a shadow once more. The woman continued to sob in the distance. She was still far from the men's reach. The men were quick to get to their feet, standing back to back in the darkness. A haunting predatory laugh drifted towards them from the darkness. They turned towards it, trying to pinpoint the sound. They had no chance. The beast had already moved. If his play-mate had caught on the woman would let forth a blood curdling scream at that exact moment. These hopeless men shouted and rushed to help the woman. Stumbling in the dark to reach her and defend her. They assumed only one demon resided in the forest tonight. They were wrong. Ra's quiet lope easily kept pace with them. In the darkness he was nothing but a ghost as he slipped behind. He attacked. Plowing into the slowest runner. His jaws seizing hold of his throat as a forepaw grabbed onto his sword arm and held it fast. Preventing the person from swinging the weapon or crying out in alarm. His work was quick and silent. Covered by the screams of the woman. That did not mean the other's didn't sense their comrade's fall. They stopped turned again, crying out for the other. But no one would ever return their answer. Ra could taste the fear rolling off of them and grinned, blood dripping from his jaw. Of course he wasn't going to leave his girl out of the fun. Not that he doubted that she was enjoying her time with the woman. There was still two very blind, very terrified men to toy with. His laughter filled the darkness once more. The sound of a devil toying with lost unfortunate souls. [ Liselotte La Damme. You told me to write a long one.] 860 words
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"The blood of the young provide eternity."
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Lycanthrope
30 Yrs
Upper Class
Complicated
Aristocrat
Womanly Wiles
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Post by Liselotte La Damme on Jul 30, 2018 20:49:22 GMT -5
Deer, deer. Kill the deer. And a few rabbits or two to boot. Maybe a coon, maybe a fox. Oh what the bounteous loot!
Kill, kill. Kill them all. Hunt them, string them up. I'll hunt, I'll trap, I'll kill the beasts. Then I'll chop them up!
Liselotte watched the men turn towards the call, and she growled under her breath, pressing into the male. He was warm, he was pleasant. Her mind was shifting from play to something a bit more pleasurable. And these men were ruining it, ruining the moment and she huffed and pinned her ears, unamused. At least, until Raleigh decided to turn this into a game. They'd get her prey, and three more to boot. He wanted to make the woman scream, that much was clear by the manner of which he mimicked the screaming woman. A low growl-chortle rumbled in her throat as she launched herself into the shadows after him, following for once, rather then leading. She circled the woman, leaping from the shadow with a keening sound. She had seen him knock the men's torch from their hands, so that she could strike the woman. She circled close to the woman, allowing her to scream a few more times, before she launched her lithe form onto her, snarling as teeth met the flesh of her arm.Yet another scream. She had to protect her newfound playmate--he was leading this dance, and she was following as a good woman should.
But that would not last long. She released the woman's wrist, gnashing her teeth as she tried to get the flesh that had gotten caught on her porcelain teeth to detach, instead of hanging from her mouth in a morbid fashion. Eventually, she simply lapped the loose skin into her mouth, it was not like she left the skin on her victims, anyway. They were beat--they kept her eternally beautiful.
She watched the woman run, towards where she had last heard them, and Lotte let her run. At least, for now. She was close behind, in the shadows, and as the woman found the men she screamed once again. She had stumbled upon the two remaining men, and Liselotte slipped into the shadows, golden eyes narrowed as she watched...
Waited for Raleigh's sign. She needed to ensure she got his name when this night was over, he was exceptional.
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1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Jul 30, 2018 21:25:09 GMT -5
The woman and his Lotte were coming. He could hear the stumbling run of the desperate prey, the sobbing cries. The human men called out to her. The male Lycan simply grinned. Let the toys struggle. Let them think they had hope. The beast was truly twisted and cruel and he loved how willingly his companion had joined in on the fun. She was waiting for him now. Waiting for a signal to act. Somehow he knew that if he did not move quickly she would take charge. That would not do. This was his gift to her. A man had his pride. A man had to impress the woman he was becoming fond of. In the darkness, back to back. The men held up a good defense as they watched each other's back. The sobbing woman was so vary close. He waited, quickly moving slightly ahead of the scrambling lady. A taught spring ready to spring forth. Golden eyes fixed on the men. It would last only for a second before his opening would close and the girl was in their grasp. That moment came when the woman was close enough to nearly run into the men. Their attention wavered as they tried to direct her to them. They could see her dark shape coming towards them among the shadows. The form came closer as the laugh erupted from the darkness once more. From the lips of the shadow. It rushed them. Dark fur, white fangs and a flash of golden eyes slammed into the two men. Breaking them apart as he snapped at on of them. Grabbing ahold of his wrist just below the hand grasping the sword. Using his momentum he pulled the screaming back off of his feet and away from the other, dragging him through the dirt and leaf litter. Pain exploded from his muzzle as the man tried to punch at his face and get him to let go. But he didn't. He kept dragging him, his muffled laughter increasing with each strike. It was only when those keen eyes spotted a flash of metal that he let go. Narrowly avoiding the knife that had been aimed at his face. As he jerked back he lashed out at the person's face, catching him in one of his eyes. He giggled again at the man's scream as he backed up into the darkness. He would leave the other two for Lotte. Her present for the evening. Surely she could handle the other armed man. If she couldn't than he had no interest in her anyways. He was not far from her, should she need him as he toyed with his prey in the darkness. The toy scrambled to his feet. Knife in one hand while he covered his injured eye with the other. He had lost his sword as those powerful jaws clamped down on his wrist making the hand relatively useless. It did make a nice eyepatch. He whirled at every sound, brandishing the blade. Something clattered in the darkness. A stone near the riverbed. He turned to face it. I'm not there. Raleigh laughed as he rose up behind him, golden eyes glinting in the darkness. The make turned, seeking to drive his blade into the Lycan's side before his could strike. But the creature was faster as his jaws snapped around the back of his neck. He shook. Like a dog shaking his toy in his jaws. A stink of pain burned down his side. But the beast knew it was nothing serious. He growled in pleasure as he shifted, causing the wound to burn further. With a grunt he dropped the limp form of the man. His other half of his present and hopefully the key that'd unlock a forbidden door. They had been getting to the good stuff earlier. Hopefully a few more bodies to add to her collection was enough set her back into a favorable mood. He left the body, wanting to be sure that Lotte was okay before dragging it back to where the other lay. He giggled and laughed before falling silent once more. A reaper stalking in the night. [ Liselotte La Damme}] 694 Words
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Lycanthrope
30 Yrs
Upper Class
Complicated
Aristocrat
Womanly Wiles
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Vee
Sept 25, 2018 21:04:54 GMT -5
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Jul 27, 2018 22:58:38 GMT -5
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Post by Liselotte La Damme on Jul 30, 2018 23:45:10 GMT -5
Their defense was good, but still weak against teeth and claws. Their fear permeated the air, a stench she never tired of smelling. Honestly, it was almost euphoric, because she--and he--had caused it. She snapped her jaws as she emerged from the darkness, once he had taken the weaker man. Leaving her the stronger ones. He was testing her--testing to see if she was worthy of him; but oh, Raleigh did not know that he had proven worthy of her. She narrowed her eyes as she watched the woman, not worried over her. She was already injured, and her heart was beating too quickly. She couldn't breathe easily, hyperventilating. She wouldn't get far if she chose to flee. Lotte stepped forward, gnashing her teeth as she circled the stronger of the targets, crooning a cackling laughter, much akin to that her companion had done earlier. She liked it when they tasted like the fear that she smelled. She howled as she lunged, a pleasurable howl--she was so pleased. The man swung his weapon, only to find he was too slow, her jaws connected with his wrist. Snapping of bone filled the air, as she bit down hard. His hand came clean off, severed easily in her mouth. He hit the ground and she snarled, descending upon him like she truly hungered for his flesh--when, at this point, she was enjoying the game her newfound friend had set up for her. Lotte's muzzle was soon covered with blood, and she turned on the female, who had not tried to run--but had fainted. The she-beast stalked forward and nudged the female with her paw, huffing low before she simply tore the woman's throat out. Saturated, and truly pleased, Lotte made her way to find Raleigh, nuzzling affectionately against him, pressing to his side. He had pleased her. She whined low and nipped his ear, invitingly. And there, where the bodies of their slain laid, Lotte would let her newfound companion take her. [FADE TO BLACK] The morning sun shone upon red curls, entangled with dark hair. The bristle of a rough cheek was against her breast, and blue eyes flickered curiously to see who she had ended up with. She reached to trail a hand against the man's spine, murmuring, "At least give me your name, handsome." They'd fallen to sleep against a tree, curled around one another, him half on top of her. She remembered all of it--she always did. Her chest rose and fell gently as she continued to trail a petite hand along the man's spine, unpertrubed by the fact they must have enjoyed themselves, if the ache of her hips was any indication. He must be lycan, too, from the scent of him. His scent excited her, and she fought back the urge to whine. Raleigh Cooper465
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1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Aztec
Oct 18, 2018 16:35:30 GMT -5
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Jul 25, 2018 19:17:15 GMT -5
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Jul 31, 2018 0:06:02 GMT -5
He did not have the blessed gift of recollection that Lotte had. He only knew that he awoke in the middle of the forest, entangled with a beautiful woman. His body gave a clear indication of what he had gotten up to. The wave of emotions that flooded him upon setting eyes on her was enough to have him taking her a second time. Whether she wanted it or not. He'd gotten into some serious fun last night. He'd never felt this strong of an attachment towards someone feeding through his being. The only memories he had were emotions and desires. And these ones were raging. His skin tingled at her touch and he gave a low growl of pleasure as he shifted. He felt the pleasant tug of scabbing wounds. It seemed they'd had an extremely fun night. What a shame he couldn't remember. Not that he was going to complain if it landed him with someone like her in the morning. He was adaptable enough to simply roll with it. If she didn't run after he opened his mouth maybe he'd have a shot at making some fine memories for his human half as well. Then again. if she did run he could always give chase. That'd be fun too. Though he hoped she didn't run. Taking in the magnificent figure that was Lotte, his head tilting to one side, he answered. "Raleigh Cooper, t'is my name." He grinned, a devilish smile that didn't quite raise the same height in the corners Running a hand up her back, drawing her closer. He'd rest his forehead against her's, a dangerous spark in his eyes. "And who mights you's be, beautiful?" [ Liselotte La Damme] 281 words
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"The blood of the young provide eternity."
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Lycanthrope
30 Yrs
Upper Class
Complicated
Aristocrat
Womanly Wiles
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Sept 25, 2018 21:04:54 GMT -5
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Post by Liselotte La Damme on Jul 31, 2018 14:04:11 GMT -5
Liselotte allowed a slow smirk to twist her lips as he pulled her closer, pressed his forehead into hers. "Liselotte La Damme. I believe we're in my forest." She pressed a delicate hand against his chest and murmured, "It appears that you and I had fun last night," her fingers pressed sharp nails against his bare chest. She would drag her fingernails against his chest with enough pressure to draw blood, in long, thin red streaks.
"Mhm, Mister Cooper," she leaned to press a kiss to his mouth, biting down on his lower lip, "If I recall correctly, you are a more than adequate play-mate." She aimed to roll over, with him, so that he would be beneath her, and she could straddle him easily. A quirky tilt of her head, and she breathed, "I've never met one like you, out in these woods, Mister Cooper."
He was an intriguing beast, but an even more intriguing man.
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1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Aztec
Oct 18, 2018 16:35:30 GMT -5
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Jul 25, 2018 19:17:15 GMT -5
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Jul 31, 2018 22:38:33 GMT -5
His head cocked a little further. Her forest? Well, she may own it but that didn't make the forest her's. As far as he was concerned the wild lands were never truly able to be owned by anyone. Not unless that person managed to tame it. But then they would be so wild and perfect, now would they? She scratched him. Oh. She remembered what he liked! Obviously one of them had a better connection with their Lycan form. His was never keen to share its memories with him. He growled in pleasure and aimed to give her lip a nip when she retreated. He rolled with her. placing his hands on her hips as he smiled up at her. "An' Mister Cooper is far too formal like, that is." He wasn't one for formal titles. He raised a hand, running the back of his fingers down her cheek, under her chin and down her neck. Before they found a strand of her pretty hair to toy with. "Am I now? I aim to impress, that's I do." He smiled. "I's afraid my Lycan half isn't too keen in sharing his memories, that 'e isn't." His head shifted to the other side, barely titled. It was as straight as it'd ever go as he gave her a mischievous look. Suddenly he shifted. His free hand grabbing her shoulder, the other holding her hip still as he sought to roll her over other her back. Bringing him on top. "Now. Emotions. Desires. Tha' tis a different story. A different story, it is indeed." He growled. "Cares to elp me remembers?" He was pretty sure he had re-opened the knife wound in his side. He could feel the blood beginning to trickle down his side. His eyes were alight with the fire of desire, and a touch of good ol' madness. [ Liselotte La Damme] 309 Words
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