Hellion

OH, this is kind of exciting.

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D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

With great satisfaction, the Goliath watched as the last of the putrid rats flew through the air from being kicked hard and true, hitting the hardened dirt wall and immediately ending it's miserable existence. She glanced around around the open area once again, to ensure there were no further threats. The fight had been exhausting, that was for sure, but the fact that she was under the surface any length of time was also taking a toll on her. Thankfully not enough to hinder her fighting prowess, but it was still there nevertheless.

"Who can assist the half-breed?" She asked, taking a few steps toward the fallen Gorosk and kneel down next to him to place a hand on his chest. "He still breathes, but barely." While her voice was fairly monotone, there was a certain degree of peace knowing that at least the half-Orc may still live to fight another day. It was the least that could be done for one who fought for the same freedoms the rest of the group strove for.

"Renault." The human Paladin's name felt strange as the words slipped from her breath, as it was the first time his name had been uttered by the Goliath. "Do you still carry the heal draughts? If so, our friend here will need it's magical properties sooner than later."

Hello there!

I'm a sucker for a good bloody vampire romance, though I'm most certainly not a twilight fan.

@Dark Romantic

I mean, who is really? Also, nice pun you slipped in there...

Anyway, welcome to the Guild my dude!

Musings n' Dreams

Nobody knows it's empty,
The smile that I wear.
The real one is left behind in the past
Because I left you there.

Nobody knows I am crying.
They won't even see my tears.
When they think I am laughing,
I wish you were here.

Nobody knows it's painful.
They think that I am strong.
They say it won't kill me,
But I wonder if they are wrong.

Nobody knows I miss you.
They think I am all set free,
But I feel like I am bound with chains,
Trapped in the mystery.

Nobody knows I need you.
They think I can do it on my own,
But they don't know I am crying
When I am all alone.

Our Final Nights: A World of Darkness Roleplay

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Oasis Apartments | West Hollywood | Nicole & Eva

The late night hours dragged on longer than expected, but perhaps that was fortuitous as the woman continued to pace her apartment thinking aloud through all that had transpired hours before; the seed of paranoia sowing discord and despair in her mind. A Glock 22 was held firmly in her hand, giving at least some reassurance that whatever came at her next could be easily dispatched by the firearm. The woman just couldn’t tell what was real anymore. But it wasn’t enough to be plagued by memories that didn’t always feel like her own, as though she were attempting to wake from the most wicked of dreams. No, as the Curse of Caine flowed through her veins, continuing to breakdown whatever vestiges of mortality remained, Nicole could hear voices -and to a certain extent- see vague impressions of ethereal figures walking to and fro as though they were simply passing by on their way to another wall of the bedroom. What was that all about? Was it even normal?

“Normal...” The woman mumbled to herself, allowing a brief chuckle to slip through her lips, shaking her head at such odd concepts. Normalcy seemed to have left a long time ago.

What was that? She wondered, sniffing the air, as a heightened sense of smell kicked in, noticing something new permeating within the apartment. A scent that had not been there before in fact, but was ever-present nonetheless. It was foreign, yet vaguely familiar.

Nicole stopped her pacing for a few moments to pinpoint just where it was coming from, and slowly she stepped out of the bedroom and down the hallway, the coolness of the tiled floor hitting the bottoms of her bare feet. The further down the hallway, the stronger the scent, although far from offensive, but rather, quite pleasant. Certainly nothing the woman had experienced in her own home. And then she stopped just at the mouth of the hallway, raising the firearm up and out toward the unknown. Hair freshly trimmed down to the scalp, and still wrapped in a lavender bath towel from chest to just above her thigh, Nicole held the pistol toward the shadowy figure who sat as calm as could be in the leather armchair situated in the middle of the living room.

“Hey there.”

Nicole stood frozen for a moment, her eyes breaking through the dimness of the ambient light which spilled into the room, and only then did she realize who the figure was.

“Eva?” Nicole cocked her, simultaneously lowering the firearm to her side. “But how did you- ?”

The black leather jacket made the slightest sound as her body stirred just-so in the accent chair of the modest sized Los Angeles apartment, moving to the edge of the seat instead of leaning her body comfortably back into the chair. At Nicole’ shock, the 5th Generation Toreador simply smiled in response.

“You were stalked by a vampire. That vampire turned you into a vampire. That vampire was met with final death. That’s the report I got from several sources; one of which being very big, tall, and furry--like a werewolf. Ringing any bells?”

“That won’t help you.” It was a whisper so soft that had Eva’s lips not been nearly pressed against Nicole’s ear the fledgling vampire would have missed it. Nicole’s body seized, and allowed a half-swallowed gasp, as she saw with her own eyes Eva standing impossibly close to her after she was sitting in the chair across the living room just beats before.

“Speed is a specialty of mine. Your Glock might as well be a clumsy Nerf gun, for all the good it would do you against a vampire like me.” Luckily for you, there aren’t that many Kindred like me. If there are any Kindred like me.

The smile returned to her Eva’s face, softer in expression accompanied with a tone of voice that was warm and friendly, both hands held up palms out at Nicole. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to fight you. I’m here because you have no idea what’s going on. I’m here because in that bar weeks ago I noticed the vampire stalking you; I thought one night in the future you might need a friend. So I gave you the card.”

She was standing now, having “teleported”, or so it would seem to Nicole, from sitting in the chair to whispering in Nicole’s ear right next to her to now standing behind the chair she had originally been sitting in. Finally her hands came down, retreating into the pockets of the stylized leather jacket she wore. “We’ll have to fake your death, you’ll have to leave this apartment…” Eva’s eyes waited until Nicole’s eyes met hers, before letting slip the hardest truth of it, “Your mortal life is over. You have to leave it behind, now. You have to walk away from it. If you don’t you will die.”

”Mortal life...”

Those two works repeated several times on an endless loop in her head, like it really meant anything to her. So much was said in a short span of time from the other woman that Nicole’s mind was on the brink of spinning completely out of control. Was that even possible at this point? Had the police officer gone mad after all? Was the stress of the job, or the trauma of the assault hours earlier taking so much of a toll on her psyche that the line between real and fantasy was blurred? Eva couldn’t be real. She just couldn’t. No one can move that fast. And what was that she said about…

“Vampire?” Nicole snickered, as though a comment like that was the most unusual thing she had heard in her lifetime. “Are you fucking serious? I mean, is this some kind of sick joke?” The woman paced nervously, mumbling incoherently and rubbing her freshly shaven scalp; barely even looking at the dark-haired beauty standing behind the chair while trying to come to terms with something that should not be.

“This is stupid. I know I’m j-just losing my mind, not thinking straight.” She finally blurted out, her tone growing into more of a growl with certain syllables, and a rising temper could be felt deep within the pit of her stomach. Nicole looked down at the gun in her hand, turning her wrist to examine it as though she couldn’t figure out why she had been holding it in the first place. And then let it drop to the carpeted floor, as she staggered back against the wall, and slowly slid down to a sitting position with legs sprawled out and her head hanging low.

“Where am I supposed to go?” She whispered to herself, even though Eva could hear the words clearly all the same. “None of this makes sense…”

“Shhh. Let me help you.”

The words weren’t spoken, they were a whispered purr, one even if Eva had been across the street Nicole would have heard just the same. This time Eva walked at a normal speed across the room and threw her arms around Nicole. The hug was tight, as Eva pulled Nicole in so close and kept her there firmly, Eva’s arms tracing down the girl’s outer shoulders, and outer arms, before snaking around her waist.

Loose enough that Eva could lean back, and stare straight down into Nicole’s eyes with her own golden brown eyes hidden framed in a little eyeliner and natural lashes that looked studio perfect. The effect kicked her as hard as it would have hit Nicole; like a gunshot from a gun too powerful to be controlled. It felt as if her own heart was fluttering fast, a dizzy head and a feeling of warmth...but there was no beating heart, and there was no heat. “Do you feel me, Nicole? Do you feel us?...do you feel the utter lack of heat?”

Eva ripped the towel away from Nicole, as easily as she walked across the room Eva turned Nicole’s shoulders and rearranged her arms quickly to wrap the former cop up from behind; in the daze of the motion Eva had shed her own leather jacket. The only fabric between them was the thin fabric of the black tank top the elder Toreador wore.

“Feel it?...there are no hearts beating…” her cold breath hit Nicole like a wave of fog in darkness, as her arms held Nicole up against her own body, allowing no chance for escape. “I will help you. Look at me.” Nicole’s eyes appeared over the ridge of her shoulder, meeting Eva’s again. Eva squeezed tighter. “...come with me? Let me show you the night?”

Musings n' Dreams

The beautiful thing
About self love
Is you can wear it
Like a dress
That becomes
More exquisite
As time passes.

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

The Goliath briefly turned her attention to the Half-Orc only a couple of feet away, as Gorosk fell from the overwhelming attack by the dire creature. In addition, the courageous Paladin, as much as his aim were true, was just not true enough for the slippery rat as it was a near miss. With a growl of frustration, and simply wanting to be rid of the infestation that seemed to never end, Vah'lux shifted her weight, pivoted on the ball of her foot, and swung her other leg in order to kick the last of the larger rats across the room, ending it's miserably existence.

Effects against kicking last dire rat

Attack = 23
Damage = 6

The Curse of Crestwood Hollow - A Hyperhuman Story [CLOSED]

Ooh, a wild Hellion appears.

Which is particularly amusing since I used the term 'Hellion' in my lore as an umbrella term for supernatural creatures.

@Lord Wraith

Not coincidental in the slightest...

The Curse of Crestwood Hollow - A Hyperhuman Story [CLOSED]

Intrigued fo shizz