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Post by Draconis on Oct 27, 2010 18:13:21 GMT -5
Damien grinned again as a simple citizen of undercity with a group of friends was wandering throughout a back alley. "Wait here, for I have a sickness of blood lust as of now." Licking his lips, the lycan ran over to the group of...whatever they were barefoot. Approaching them, he said "What up" and with that his hand transformed into that of a werewolf's as it lashed out to one of the guy's face, instantly shredding it. Falling to the floor a gurgling sound that indicated he was chocking on his own blood escaped his throat, then nothing.
one of the guys, four in all, had simple claws grown out of his fingers. He lashed a few times at Damien and only caught him once on the side. Furious the lyan fully transformed and bit upon the long-clawed man's neck, instantly killing him.
Lycan eyes full of rage, the werewolf looks to another guy who held a sword and lashed at him, open his torso with a loud splash upon the floor. That creature fell onto his knees, then onto his side only to live for a few more painful moments. The last guy was vampire, his teeth flashing before Damien. A roar mixed with a snicker escaped the lycan's mouth as he held the blood sucking demon by the throat. Using his clawed hands, Damien gets a painful grip upon the skin of his victim and rips it off, nothing but the red muscle and blood now upon the vampire's body.
He dropped the skin and transformed back to human, only to steal the clothes of those he just killed. "Oh, seems to me that they're having a bad day."
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Post by MissTris on Oct 27, 2010 18:27:16 GMT -5
A jolt, something like electricity, will go through the werewolf, but it is not his onlooker Asa, who sits off to the side of the sidewalk, and scratches at an imaginary itch. The tall, black cowled figure of a gate keeper stands in the middle of the road, another is near a group of true humans. He's doing something weird with his hands, it's blotted out by the first, who'd shocked the werewolf.
A hiss escapes the cowl, but nothing more. Then they are gone, both of them. With that warning. No need for words...
Asa stands and shakes his head, tongue lolled out in a dogish chuckle. His eyes though are furious, he's not so entertained now. "Are you new to UnderBalti, or just stupid werebeast." he chides, his mouth moving now as he speaks. He does not know, nor care if Damien has been here his whole life. "Regardless, you have no tact. You are lucky those were UC residence, and it's easier to cover up." Asa sounds sharper than he really is, it's all about knowing your game, so you know how to cheat. They know the UC hunters come topsoil to hunt, it's the matter of being seen. Being open, gets you hurt, captured, killed or collared, by either the Council, as Asa did, or by the dangerous topsoil group, the M.I.S. which stands for Mythics Investigations Society. They crave the proof that they are not the only residence of Baltimore City.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 27, 2010 22:24:13 GMT -5
Damien growled at Asa's words, for he was greatly getting tired of being judged. His blue eyes only stared at him, angry and full of hatred though some not towards Asa. "I prefer to kill within the shadows, though when the feeling of blood lust or rage enguld me there is no stopping the beast within, no matter what I do." Looking at his hand, Damien turn one sings finger into that of a lycan's. sitting down on the curb, he merle sighed and scratched his long claw against the sidewalk. "This place is oh so very boring," he mumble. He felt rather stupid for his act, but it was not all his fault. The lust for blood can control and overpower many.
With his other hand the werewolf scratched his head then stood up, beginning to walk away. "Perhaps we will meet again another time under better circumstances? I no longer feel like talking to one of the council's pets. I think I shall just roam the city for a while, talk to fellow...friends I guess some may say."
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