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| Minxies | May 18 2009, 03:57 AM Post #1 |
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The full mother moon resided in the clear night sky; looking down upon the decrepit massive city of Tangra. This huge city was twice the size of New York; this dark foreboding place seemingly unwelcome. This concrete jungle over-run with Nightbreed that liked to hide in the woodwork, like lice. Tonight through the backstreets of the slums; gunfire rang out. Not too uncommon with the local gang populous having constant wars with each other; but tonight was different. Boot steps echoed off the walls of the alleys and buildings. Blood pouring over pale flesh as Pasch held onto one of her now limp arms. A gunshot had hit her, and behind her bounty hunters were right on her tail. A bounty had been posted on her head, and gritting her teeth; the female Half-Demon had taken off, trying to hide here and there. Tonight; she had been unlucky and been found. The bounty hunters interested in capturing her alive; getting as much money as possible for this troublesome challenge. Running furiously, she had been fleeing now for over 4 hours, these guys were skilled hunters; and were relentless. Skidding to a halt in a dead end, Lapis like eyes looked this way and that desperately for a means of escape. Nothing. Lady luck wasn't smiling upon her tonight... Looking back, Pasch nearly hissed as she saw one of the hunters block her way out of the alley. His grim smile revealing that he too, was a nightbreed. Like she. "Skinwalker." Pasch said flatly, realizing this monster before her in a human guise was a Lycanthrope. "Indeed.." his low voice chuckled as he rose his firearm towards her. "Thought you could get away, huh half-spit?" he asked and her eyes narrowed dangerously. Half-spit. A very derogatory term used to those who were halflets. Almost as if calling a black person a Nigger. It was uncouth and very offensive. To which, this half-demon DID take high offense to. "Watch your tongue, pup. Or I'll spill your guts across the pavement." she snapped, the other hunters must of lost the trail, being simple humans there was no way they could keep up with a Nightbreed's enhanced speed. So now it was just him, and her. The Lycan took a step towards her and Pasch took a step back. "I advise you leave, Skinwalker...Such ideas of my bounty aren't worth you losing your life." she warned and the hunter laughed bitterly. "You're talking big with a gun pointed at you?" he asked and suddenly his finger pulled the trigger. A shriek like a bobcat's cry rang through the air as blood sprayed out of the Demon's side; the bullet grazing her. Pain, oh the white hot pain that flooded through her. Pasch was nearly brought to her knees as the burning hot bullet blazed past her. Another chuckle escaped the Lycan-hunter's lips. "Look at you...Bloodied and losing energy. You wont be able to stand in another hour, you're losing far too much blood." he said with a grin, Pasch's eyes filled with hate. Raising the gun for her head he crooked a finger. "Come here, nice n' slow... I'm gonna take you to the station now and collect." he said and Pasch glared, slowly walking towards him. "That's a good girl.." he said and the Demon stopped and the Lycan arched a brow, his mouth opening to speak. She moved; working up the last ounces of strength she did have in order to pick up her speed and move fast. In an instant, she was on him; and his scream filled the night air; bullets being shot from the gun; missing her completely and hitting the pavement. His neck was in her jaws as they had snapped down; venom being delivered into this hunter's bloodstream. The Lycan convulsed and gagged, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his hands gripped on her shoulders, then slowly began to lighten. Her jaws opened as she stepped back, spitting the Lycan out; and he fell to the ground, lifeless. A grim fate, but this place was a dog eat dog world. Survival of the fittest, and that was her final resort. Sneering at the corpse she stepped over him and began to walk away; swaggering a little as she felt a little light headed. Licking the bitter taste of venom, and blood off her teeth. |
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| Tempest | May 24 2009, 07:20 PM Post #2 |
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The door burst into a thousand splinters and showered over the inhabitants of the bar. For a moment the bright lights flashing inside of the bar strove to escape from the newly opened, as though they too reviled the filth that lounged within, indulging in their most jaded fantasies and desires. It flickered about a silhouette in the doorway, his midnight black cloak fluttering in the winds that assailed the city streets. A wide brimmed hat was perched atop his head, casting his features into darkness where they were not covered by a black cloth wrapped about the man's lower face. The moment passed and he was greeted by a wall of snarls and hisses, curses and taunts yet the man was unnerved by such things and his hands moved in a flashed. A pair of silver guns were torn from his belt and snapped up to face the assembly of Nightbreed which filled the bar of dirty pleasures. There was no hesitation. The barrels flashed and barked as a furious salvo of streaking silver bullets slashed their way through the air, receiving yelps and cries of agony where they hit home. The man, for he was surely not a member of the ilk he slew, advanced slowly into the room. As he moved his guns seemed to take on a life of their own, snapping to and fro to deliver death to the evil within. Yet, despite the element of surprise and his swift movements’ one man could barely hope to deliver death to an entire gathering of Nightbreed. One Vampire who had been lucky in the opening moments of the attack leapt from his place upon a velvet couch, a still and semi-naked female corpse strewn beside where he had been, a pair of puncture wounds trailing blood at her neck. The Vampire smashed into the figure, throwing him off balance and sending them both tumbling to the ground. 'Thought you'd kill us all did you John? Or did you just come to kill me?' hissed the Vampire, grappling to disarm his opponent of his weapons. The man, now addressed as John, struggled in the super-human strength of the Vampire but he was overcome and dead hands slapped about his pistols. Almost instantly the hiss of burning flesh emanated and the Vampire shrieked in pain, withdrawing his hands. Steam rose from his burnt flesh where he had touched the silver of the guns. Once again there was little hesitation in John's movements and he launched himself upwards, lashing out with one gun and catching the Vampire in the head. It shrieked in pain as its flesh was blistered once again and fell scrambling to the ground. John took no pity, falling on the felled Nightbreed scum and ramming the barrel of his gun into the creature’s mouth, smashing tooth and burning flesh as he did so. 'I can't kill you all,' he hissed to the writhing Vampire, 'but I will kill you.' The gun barked and sprayed the floor with grey matter. There was no time to celebrate such a victory though and John spun round, leaping to his feet. The rest of the Nightbreed had recovered from the shock of his surprise attack and rallied against him, clambering over overturned furniture and hissing their contempt at him. 'Looks like I should have got a reservation,' muttered John, backing away to the door with his guns raised, 'Looks like I'll be taking my leave then. You all have a good night now.' In another feat of speed the guns were returned to his belt to be replaced by a pair of incendiary grenades. As he dashed from the bar he flung them behind him. The tinted bar windows exploded outwards in a shower of glass as a great storm of fire engulfed the interior of the building. Cries of excruciating pain rode out on the flames as the Nightbreed within were set to the flame. John landed in a heap on the pavement and cursed. Swiftly clambering to his feet he fled into an alley way, not bothering to look back at the ruin he had wrought upon the bar as its roof fell in, sending flaming debris flying out in every direction. Howls of vengeance filled the night... |
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| Minxies | Jun 2 2009, 04:21 PM Post #3 |
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Pausing in her movements as up ahead, something was moving. She leaned against a wall, blood soaking into her clothes from her own wounds. Her eyes studying the approaching figure cautiously as it moved closer. Her ears and tail vanished in swirls of black smog- hiding them from him. That was probably one of the scarier things about the She-Demon. She was able to hide her features and seem simply mortal. Behind him was an explosion and the orange glow of telltale flame. Pasch's pupils narrowed and she knitted her brows down. That way, was not a safe way to go. She turned, now moving the same way John did. The howls in the distance sent a small chill down her spine. This man walking, was to be a dead one soon. Then again, she was a dead woman walking as well, with such a hefty amount posted for her capture. |
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| Spyke | Jun 2 2009, 10:18 PM Post #4 |
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The night air was still and cool, almost peaceful this time around. A perfect night to move about without too many humans taking notice; or so it started off as such. A man in a red hooded sweatshirt stood out like a sore thumb on the empty streets as he minded his own business. Though this man was anything but normal; a tail moving to and fro from a hole cut in the back of the pants. No sooner had he reached the curve of the block when a loud roar was in his acute ear-shot. Like lightning came a massive creature, slamming into the much smaller figure. It looked like a Hodge-podge of several creatures: Gorilla, alligator and a bear all mashed together in a monstrous jigsaw puzzle. Nine feet tall, it towered over the five foot, two inches of its prey with drool leaking from the sides of its mouth. "Manticore!" The much smaller creature exclaimed, trying to recover from the bum tackle it had been dealt as the larger rose to it's full height and brought its massive bear-like paws down on the diminutive figure. The asphalt shook and cracked under the force of the blow, causing dust and debris to fly into the air about the two figures for a moment. As the dust settled, the truth of the matter was revealed; the smaller of the two figures held the large's paws in his own hands. His back against the ground, the smaller figure's hood couldn't help but be drawn back by the forces of gravity and air pressure; revealing a canine-like snout and a mane covered head of this blue-furred creature. He grunted and snarled as he rose up, pushing back against the other monster's brute strength with his own until they were both forcing each other to a stale-mate. It didn't last though as the larger Manticore began to cough blood and convulse; it was unstable at the cellular level. It took mere moments before it collapsed in a heap and the sound of an explosion rang out from the adjacent street. Sirens and wails of inhuman origin came to his wolf-like ears. Quickly ducking into a nearby alley, he jumped up to the fire-escape and began to make his way up to the rooftops. It was the best way to avoid much of the police on the ground level but he would have to book it across the rooftops if he hoped to get out of eyesight of helicopters. "Just what I need...," his words trailed off as he turned to face a light brown-haired woman. "Oh shit," he said as he locked eyes with her and noted the shadow of the man behind her. Bounty hunters he assumed as he began to turn and run yet again... |
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| Tempest | Jun 7 2009, 12:57 PM Post #5 |
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John skidded to a hurried halt in the cobbled alley as he caught sight of a figure swathed in shadows before him. She, evident by her physique, appeared human, but she could just as easily be a Vampire. He made to draw his guns when she turned and began to move away from him. Human, then? Or perhaps some other being seeking to draw him into a trap. It didn't matter seeing as he had limited options of where to go. Behind him the flames of the burning bar where a beacon to every blood thirsty bastard in this city. He needed to get away, and fast. Breaking into a run again John sought to overtake the person in front of him and show that he really was of no threat at all, unless whoever they were was a threat to him. Even as he ran a second figure emerged into the alley way, but made for a fire escape instead. John didn't stop running. It wasn't uncommon to see figures darting about in the darkness in this city. Everyone was on the run from something. A trio of werewolves appeared at the other end of the alley way, blocking them off. John swore and ripped his pistols from their holsters. There was no way he would be able to take on three fully fledged Lycans. 'Hey!' he cried to the woman in front of him, 'Not that way!' Not waiting for her reply he turned and leapt up on to the fire escape platform, bolting his way up the sleek metal stairwell to the roof above and after the second figure he had seen. |
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| Minxies | Jun 12 2009, 11:19 PM Post #6 |
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The figure had stopped, seeing the three monstrous forms ahead block her path, they eyed her as John had managed to reach the fire escape. The scent of her blood hit their nostrils one one of them drooled a little. One growled and the girl inhaled, then suddenly an unearthly shriek filled the alleyway. As if a massive wild bobcat had been set loose in the small backroad. Pasch rose a hand slowly, her eyes brightening dangerously. The three figures stopped and before they could scream out in pain; blood exploded from their mouths and they fell. Panting softly, Pasch looked around, seeing John where the other figure had been, she glanced back towards the flames and suddenly moved; using the reserves of energy she had been trying to store. Climbing up, she sat on the edge of the building a moment, panting as blood trickled down to the alley blow. "Damn..I'm getting old..." |
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| Spyke | Jun 26 2009, 01:01 AM Post #7 |
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He watched as two Lycans came out of what seemed like no where, still the woman didn't seem phased. The man seemed worried for her safety but it was unwarranted. The Lycans were felled before he could blink an eye; Spyke was worried. This woman had dispatched them so quickly he couldn't even gasp at how quick. He shook himself free of the fear at what this human female could do long enough to see the man climbing the fire escape. He ran to the other side of the roof where the air conditioning units were and took refuge for the moment. The image of the deaths of those creatures dying was the worst thing he had seen in his life. The smell, he could still smell the scent of iron and copper in the air from their blood. His ears could hear the man's feet climbing the fire escape, the clicking of the woman's heels on the street below. It was unreal; otherworldly and yet it was happening. |
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