((Before I begin; I'd like to start out by saying that I am new to the site.
I just came over here from Gaiaonline.com; so I'm not 100% sure how this will work.
I've been watching the forums and getting ideas; so yeah.
For the rules, setting, and profiles; Please Visit the OOC thread in the link below; Thank you.
http://www.roleplaygateway.com/post402712.html#p402712
Please PM me your profiles; when accepted I will add you to the second post where the character profiles are located.
Thank you very much; and I hope you all enjoy!
~Minx.))
The overbearing stench of the city had finally dulled down. Her few months of hiding in the Lycan territory's forests had finally worn off.
The Demon female walked along the back alleys of the slums, her steel plated boots gently clicking over the pavement under her. Her pointed ears folding back as noise and movement could be felt and heard all around her. Lapislike eyes flashed dangerously in the gloom as she paused; before her a figure sat, seemingly in wait. "Filthy Demon-bred scum." A low snarl growled at her and the female merely smiled a sadistic grin.
"Well well well...Didn't know bloodsuckers enjoyed the backroads. You arrogant types usually keep to your nightclubs,raves, and pompous events held in the theaters." Pasch replied coyly, obviously using her tongue to make the figure enraged.
It was in her way; and she needed to get by... "What was that, Bitch?" the voice asked lowly and Pasch's smile only lengthened. "You heard me." she replied cooly as another snarl greeted her ears. The Vampire wasn't all in his head, obviously. To be hanging around the slums at this time of night with dawn almost approaching? What a fool. He did have a deathwish- er....Well...
second, deathwish.
"I'll have your throat, vile maggot." the male's voice shot back and Pasch arched a brow curiously. She loved picking fights with the outcasts of the Nightbreed world. Easy kills, nobody asked questions, and it also gave the girl a bit of exercise and entertainment before she would go into her apartment complex. ((which he so happened to be blocking the backdoor to.))
The vampire stood up; his body lanky and unnaturally thin; skin stretched taut over his ribs; exposing them as he wore no shirt. His milky flesh nearly glowing in the dim lights of the streelights behind Pasch. She eyed the male, and snickered coldly. The vampire lost his temper, and foolishly charged her head on.
The brown haired woman sidestepped quickly, letting the Vampire miss her; and she moved. Her speed wouldn't be able to match a Vampire's, no. But she was much faster than any human, and her reflexes were train in combat with fellow nightbreed.
Wrenching the Vampire's arms behind him; she saw her chance. The large dumpster that had been to her left was now before her, and the vampire. A large rusty strip of it oddly looked as if it had been peeled back from the back corner; jutting out sharply, hazardously.
Shoving forwards; the weakened, starving vampire didn't have time to stop himself; being forced onto the rusty, grotesque metal strip; it blasted through his chest cavity and through the back of his shoulders. Giving an unearthly scream of pain as blood exploded out of his back,front, and mouth; tears of blood trickled down his pale milky cheeks as slowly, his arms began to disintegrate and crumble. Then his shoulders, his legs,torso, and eventually. His screaming had ceased and Pasch moved to enter her complex; leaving the now lost Vampire soul to scatter with the acrid city wind.