Tacitus
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Forest Lycan
Don't Watch Your Back, I'll Get You From The Front
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Post by Tacitus on Sept 27, 2005 20:12:32 GMT
Deep crimson blood sunk into the earth, dripping from freshly torn flesh in a steady flow. Rain fell from the sky in heavy drops, splashing against the ground, making everything in it’s path sopping wet. The sky was hidden behind big black clouds, causing everything to become nearly black, besides every so often when a crack of lightning shot through the air.
A particularly bright flash of lightning lit the sky, illuminating the bloody scene that no one was really aware of. A scream in agony could barely ripped through the silence, then stopped abruptly. A body quivered in pain, crumbling in around itself. An arm was lodged inside of the massive chest of the quivering body. The man was at least 6 foot 5 inches, and was built as if he should be playing football. His dark hair was stuck to his head, clinging due to the rain, and dark eyes were open wide in shock, pain, horror.
In front of the massive man whom had a hand inside of him, stood another man. This one much different. Though he wouldn’t be describe as short, he appeared so while standing in front of this much larger man. He was 6 feet tall, and instead of being massive and built as if he should be a football player, he had a smaller build. Though muscles could be easily distinguished.
His short blonde hair was up in small spikes, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to be ripping into the other mans soul. Snarling, the blonde man, Tacitus, shoved his arm further into the dark-haired mans chest, “Next time, don’t try to hunt my kind…. Oh, wait, my mistake, there won’t be a next time,” As the words were spat from his mouth, he fiercely tore the heart from the other mans chest.
Letting the massive body fall to the ground, Tacitus dropped his heart, and licked his fingers, “Cheerio,” he said as he walked away. The rain cascaded down his face as he walked, curving along his deep cheek bones, and dripping from his chin.
He wore a black shirt, which would be tight anyways, but sense it was raining, made it stick to his toned torso even more so then usual, a pair of tight-ish black pants, black shoes, and a long black trench coat, which hung all the way down by his feet.
Letting out a deep, cynical laugh, Tacitus turned into the forest, walking in with a grin. Blood was smeared on his lips, his hands, and across the front of his shirt, but the rain was taking care of that for him.
His new home. A large grin formed on his blood-stained lips, and he let out a howl into the air, making his entrance known.
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Nene
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I am INVINCIBLE!!!
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Post by Nene on Sept 28, 2005 5:13:29 GMT
(Don't mind if I join you, do you?)
Why did she have to have ventured out from the local villiage? Especially at night? Her very short blonde locks framed her face like a jagged bowl, looking like it was slicing her cheeks from almost every angle. The eighteen-year-old's arms were crossed over her chest as she shivered vigorously, muttering curses at herself.
"Damnit! You just had to come out and see what this place was, didn't you?!" she growled. Due to her short stature, it wasn't hard for branches to miss her, but there was still the odd one that she had to bend down to hide from. "And now look what you've done-" Her high-pitch voice cut itself short at the scene before her.
A man, dead obviously, with a hole in his chest. His lungs stood out through it, but the heart was missing. The girl shrieked, staring wide-eyed at the terrible attack. Another shriek broke, then after a few seconds of deep breathing, she continued her sentence. "-you've gotten yourself into a stupid situation! WELL DONE!"
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Post by Sam Nanten on Sept 28, 2005 7:26:50 GMT
Le-THUD.
Rubbing his now throbbing forhead, the boy's hair seemed to stand in several different directions from the wet adhesive falling from above. Picking up his glasses, he stared at them with some degree of discontent: they were quite ruined.
Damn it Sam, you need to be more careful when evading those village cops. This place isn't exactly the best place to be in this weather!
But at least his prize was not damaged from the fall. Examining the item he had taken from its hiding place in the graveyard, Sam carefully redrapped the cloth which bundled the 'gift' and secured it on the thin rope around his shoulder.
However, the blonde boy looked down upon the one he bumped into. Just as it appeared before he fell, it wasn't a tree that he slammed his head into. As he squinted to make out the features of the wincing girl, Sam held his hand out to help the girl up.
"You okay, miss? Neither one of us should be here." he said with an assured ease in his voice, obviously unaware of the murdered man next to them.
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Nene
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I am INVINCIBLE!!!
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Post by Nene on Sept 28, 2005 7:35:02 GMT
OOF!
Why did these things always happen to her? The boy's head collided with hers, sending shades of dizzyness through her blonde hair. "Ow!" When she was pulled up, Nene temporarily forgot about the dead guy and yelled, "Watch where you're going next time!" in a very disgruntled manner.
With a smile, she lifted her arm to scratch the back of her head in embarrassment. "Sorry!" But then it occurred to her that a murder had just been committed, and the girl cried out again in shock. "There's a dead dude there! Look at him! His chest's been torn open and some THING has his heart!" Nene began to panick, waving her arms about.
"Whadowedo?! Whadowedo?! Whadowedo?!" she screamed, and without warning, latched herself onto the boy, her arms around his waist as she shuddered. "There's a murderer in here! A beast!"
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Post by Sam Nanten on Sept 28, 2005 8:20:57 GMT
"Eh? Well I...." Sam trailed off slightly, scratching at his cheek in a nervous gesture. While it was usually his reflex to argue with loud people like this, Sam was admittedly in the fault for this. He had no place to defend himself rationally, as he was kind of eluding the local 'human' authorities from earlier.
The bumbling thief's light-hearted expression turned bleak as the girl started panicking about the corpse next to them, the smell of fetid blood now rising in the air and flooding the boy's sensitive nostrils. She definitely wasn't BSing. Just the smell alone was riddled with the word murder.
Sam froze though, briefly forgetting the gristlyness of the scene as the girl came up and clung to his waist. It was, to say the least, something that he was not used to at all. Sam's cheeks lightly flushed, his chocolate irises strained to take in the features of the girl, though all he could truly make out were the ear-length cream colored locks of hair. Sam's fingers brushed lightly against them as his hands rested on Nene's shoulder, and pulled away slightly from the frightened girl with a fairly composed look on his face.
"Its okay. Let's just, get back to Hogsmeade and tell some of the people there. There's nothing else we can do here." he felt bad for the man lying beside them, but Sam had heard all the rumors of this forest. Once someone perished in this place, that person was lost to these woods. And Sam, for one, had no interest in seeing that he or this girl share that hunting man's fate.
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Tacitus
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Forest Lycan
Don't Watch Your Back, I'll Get You From The Front
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Post by Tacitus on Sept 28, 2005 11:25:24 GMT
Ooc: Please, neither of you post again before I reply, I have school in a few minutes, so I'll post as soon as I can after that... -Growls-
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Post by Sam Nanten on Sept 28, 2005 15:16:15 GMT
(OOC) O.o And why would we do something unwise as that? Ive seen how most of these threads go, and we're probably nothing but fair game to you.
However, I'll be sporting and wait.
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Tacitus
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Forest Lycan
Don't Watch Your Back, I'll Get You From The Front
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Post by Tacitus on Sept 28, 2005 19:53:21 GMT
Ooc: You would do an unwise thing like that because, my kind sir, this is my f***ing thread, I did not intrude on one of either of your threads, you did to mine.
Bic: The storm continued to roll on, becoming more powerful as it went, gaining more strength, making it nearly impossible to see anything through the thick blankets of rain. Highly tuned ears rang as the finish of a boom of thunder shook the area, soon followed by what was distinctly a scream.
Lazily turning around to face the direction he had just come from, Tacitus rose his eyebrows slightly, waiting to see if he would hear anything else. Another shriek sounded, and then the lycan could faintly make out the sounds of talking.
A grin plastered onto his lips, and he began to slink into the shadows, though on such a day it would probably not be needed. His steps were quick and exact, making not a single sound as he walked along.
Sharp blue eyes rested on the figures before him. The storm made it nearly impossible for him to make out who they were, but when he squinted, he realized that it was a male and a female. Perfect. Rubbing his hands together greedily, Tacitus moved forward, still not making his presence known.
In a quick, fluid motion, both the boy and girl were lifted into the air by the collars of their shirts. A twisted smile was on the blonde males lips as he looked at the two he was holding into the air, “Well, well… What do we have here? Last time I checked, pathetic humans weren’t allowed in here”
Brining his arms back slightly, her slammed them both into the ground with quite a force, a growl of pleasure leaving his lips as at least two snaps echoed around them, “Maybe you should have thought twice before coming into someone else’s home,” Snarling, he pushed a foot onto the males chest, pushing him down into the mud roughly.
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† Cealla †
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Lycan
- Running Wild -
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Post by † Cealla † on Sept 28, 2005 20:09:57 GMT
Rain fell hard upon her pelt as the lycan moved swiftly through the forest, making her way around trees and over dead logs with no destination in mind. She was simply wandering, as she had taken to do over the past few days. Her son's location wasn't even known to her- he had gone off on his own, and she couldn't find him. As for Alissa, she had left her sister sleeping beneath the safety of the very tree where they had been brought on their first night of capture.
But how many nights had passed since then? How many nights since the man that was her son begged her for help, help to try and make him more of a lycan? This she did not know. Six days was the time she had promised to spend here, in the accursed forest, away from her family and her home. But she had not cried- no tears had fallen from those big, still childish eyes. There was nothing she could do about her circumstance except to wait, and perhaps do a bit of exploring. After all, maybe she should get to know the forest a bit better.
The rain has started soon after she left, quickly followed by the huge rumbles of thunder that lit up the sky. And she also quickly discovered that she was horribly lost. But the only thing she could do was to continue on, and hope that she might run into someone who could help her find her way back. But what she walked in on... it wasn't something she had expected to see.
A girl, a man, and what she was sure had to be another lycan. Once over the intitial shock, she quickly began to back away slowly, praying that the rain and storm would hide her body from this lycan. For once, there was fear in her.
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Isaac
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Demon
I dont understand what you want from me
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Post by Isaac on Sept 28, 2005 21:16:32 GMT
"The last I checked..."
The voice that carried through the rain had a hissing, yet wistful quality. As if its owner was both angry, but curious. A shadowy form materialized through the rain, shrouded in a long black coat, but that was not his own mask. Due to some spell or another, all the rain that fell upon him seemed to... slant, as if a large umbrella was poised invisibly over his head. The few stray drops that did touch him hissed and sizzled, turning into wisps of steam that quickly lost themselves in the cold air.
"Lycans weren't the landlords of the Forest." Isaac said with a sardonic smirk, hands folded ever-so-calmly over the head of his cane, the tip of which dug into the soft soil between his booted feet.
Whether it be by choice or by accident, Isaac had 'appeared' right between Tacitus and Cealla, shielding the younger Lycan from view.
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Post by Sam Nanten on Sept 28, 2005 21:58:35 GMT
(OOC) Oh ho-HO, that sounded really grateful! I'm so sorry for barging in on 'your f'ing thread', I had no idea you had such a high and mighty purpose with it; were you just gonna continue making up fake characters to bully as you went if no one displayed any interest? And as for your bit on us barging in, the last I checked, what Nene and I have been doing is 'participating,' not barging upon. Participation kinda adds more flare to threads, doncha think? Its just a shame you don't seem to hold any civility, regardless of whom you RP with. That, I think, is gonna make your RPing life here very lonely. [/tangent]
(BIC) Sam indeed landed with a hard thud after being lifted briefly in the air, though the satisfying snaps the lycan thought to hear as bones were actually twigs that became no more beneath Sam's butt. He wasn't sure about the girl, though. He had little time to worry about her however, as the lycan turned his attention directly upon Sam. His rough and very muddy boot was placed forcefully upon Sam's chest, causing him to wince slightly with pain.
"Come into your home? I don't see a house anywhere! I was just passing through right quick to....." his voice trailed slightly, still reluctant to open as to why he was there to begin with. And with the audience he was getting, it was probably best that no one recognized him, wet and covered with mud.
"Look, what did we ever do to-" once again he trailed off, though it was for a different reason. For some odd reason, his sight seemed to be doing a little better since it allowed his eyes to get accustomed to the dim light. Glasses or no, if his eyesight continued to fail him, then he was in the wrong line of work. What he saw were the frightened eyes of a child (not sure, since she didn't elaborate on which form she was in) and an overall peculiar man whom seemed to just magickally appear in front of her. And either he was wearing a transparent umbrella atop his head, or some further end to his trick seemed to be obstructing the rain from his already well prepared clothes. Whomever he was, Sam felt his gut sink at the thought of what might happen next. Rather than act just yet, he decided to wait.
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Tacitus
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Forest Lycan
Don't Watch Your Back, I'll Get You From The Front
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Post by Tacitus on Sept 28, 2005 22:39:00 GMT
Ooc: Ah, get the stick out of your ass, I was merely upset because people tend to grab threads and run away with them, which annoys me. I do not mind in the slightest that you two, now four, joined, I’m actually happy, I love Role-playing, especially with people whom I have never done so with before. So, welcome.
Bic: Tilting his head, the blonde male looked around, before shaking his soggy head, “No, no, I suppose you are right, there is no house here, but, you see, that does not make it any less my home,”
As quickly as his attention had been captured, it was gone. A friendly smile slid onto his lips as he took notice to another lycan, although it was slinking back, seemingly in fear. It had been so long since he had seen another of his own kind.
Lifting his muddy boot from the boy who was sprawled upon the ground, Tacitus took a step towards the other lycan, hoping to make a new acquaintance. However, his journey was abruptly interrupted by a man that gave off an odd vibe.
Staring blankly at the newly man who had newly appeared, a look of understanding finally crossed Tacitus’ sharp features. Bowing his head in respect quickly, Tacitus let the friendly smile appear on his lips once more, “Demon, eh? Well, as far as I’ve heard, my new clan takes up residence here as well as many other creatures, but, I did not think that human were allowed…?” He said, waving a hand towards the two mortals now behind him.
Taking a step to the side, Tacitus walked around the demon, and towards the other lycan, grinning now, “Hello there, you know it’s nice to see a fellow lycan,”
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Fáylinn
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Forest Lycan
I'm back, and ready to leave stars on your wrist
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Post by Fáylinn on Sept 28, 2005 22:50:27 GMT
Ooc: Oh please, Sam, anyone would die for a chance to role-play with him, really. He holds a ton of civility with basically anyone he role-plays with. Usually when you have your own thread, you don’t like for 1000 people to post before you get a chance to, hence him asking to wait, you don’t have to get snarky. Get a grip.
Well... Tacitus said it... Maybe I should just... Shut up... o.O And not cause trouble.. -Whistles-
Bic:
Eyes brighter then sapphires gleamed, her sights seeing way ahead of her, a glare permanently set on her delectable features. A snarl escaped her bloodthirsty lips, the urge to howl wildly built up inside her. Her form escaped from the bushes, her jeans dragging on the ground as she went. Her flip-flops making a melodic beat amongst the wind, rain, and loud cracks of lightening.
Why the hell all of the commotion? Peace and quiet was scarcely found in this place, unless you went deep into the forest. Her senses picked up only two who belonged – and an undecided feeling towards another lycaness. But nevertheless, two humans were intruding upon the forest. She trudged through the mucky mess, passing by the whipping branches until she stood beside the demon. “No, we aren’t the landlords, hun, but us Forest Lycans defiantly hold a name in this place,” her voice didn’t hold a mean, sarcastic, or any demeaning tone to it, simply telling him an entirely true fact.
Her eyes moved over to Cealla, oh yes, she was Amelia’s daughter. Faylinn couldn’t possibly harm her, she had a respect for Amelia, who was friends with Faith, she wouldn’t want Faith to hate her, Faith was her lycan mother. Her gaze turned to the two humans, both which were imprinted into the ground, one held down by the foot of a fellow Forest Lycan. She studied him, he must have been new, Faylinn hadn’t seen him before.
The man seemed powerful enough to be a Forest Lycan. Once he rid the humans of their consciousness, she’d officially introduce herself, and if he was new, welcome him to the pack.
“When do you ever learn to stay out?” The lycaness asked the humans sharply, her sapphire eyes squinting for a glare, and to shield her eyes from the raging storm.
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Isaac
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Demon
I dont understand what you want from me
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Post by Isaac on Sept 28, 2005 22:57:43 GMT
He felt a new prescence, outlined in the rain, and he calmly turned to regard it.
"The Forest Lycans are not so much a pack as a band of children with no place to go. You lurk in a seemingly limitless expanse of your 'territory', answering to no one, except for when Chailyn makes a rare appearance." He said calmly, as if reciting the items of a grocery list.
"And I would take care what you say or do around the little one," He said, half-turning to 'address' Tacitus. "Her father is a bit.... overprotective, to say the least."
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Post by Sam Nanten on Sept 28, 2005 23:53:06 GMT
(OOC) [calm tone][albeit perplexed as to why he's the one whom is being treated as the antagonistic jerk] Umm, I'm not sure how it is I who is told to not act so snarky, when I cordially abided to his request to wait despite my better judgement, only to have my good gesture returned with a single middle finger. But hey, I dun' want to split anymore hairs about this. Let's just RP and take any further arguments in PMs.
(BIC) Before Sam knew it, the lycan had inherently lost interest in the one lying under his shoe. Apparently his 'cordial lord of the house' had more important guests to tend to, and supposably left Sam to get a hint and leave. It was truly relieving to have that weight off him, but that didn't go without putting some pressure on his pride. Shrugging it aside, he leaned over to check on Nene when yet -another- guest had walked in the scene, though this time she was a tad more courteous than the other, even when she was yelling at the 'humans'.
Jeez, they're so anxious to greet guests and can't even be polite? Such a shame they seem to be the only welcoming committee here. I don't even know what the big deal is - I can see the edge of the forest from here, from where I came in. It can't be anymore than a five minute treck from here.
Brushing himself off, the huge smear on his shirt now almost certainly ruined it. Giving a whistful sigh, he resolved to find some new clothes in town, granted that no more guests decided to come in to give him the third degree.
"Point taken, milady." Sam spoke at last with a deep and cordial bow, hiding his exasperation. He then rose up to speak with her most quietly, so that only she could hear his words above the pounding rain. He offered her a sincere look before approaching her so close.
"I understand that the forest creatures hold little esteem for humans, granted that they like tearing up rain forests and whatnot all for the sake of agriculture. However, if you would like to keep humans out of your afairs, I suggest you teach that clout to choose his confrontations more wisely. I'm aware of this forest's reputation, and I wasn't planning on being here any longer than five minutes. But if this guy starts murdering people like that poor sap over there, and makes a habit of doing so in this neck of the woods, then you may get more trouble from humans than you bargained for." Stepping away, Sam did not avert his gaze. His words were not meant as a threat in any way from himself. He could empathize with the lycaness, as there were many days he regretted being part of the same species as man. But all the same, he appreciated the human part of him for whatever good he was capable of, rather than the bad.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, leaning down over Nene's still breathing but stunned form and scooping her in his arms to help her up.
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