Irisity

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Wynona grinned wildly at the woman. She eyed her team and her neck, thirsting to take try and take her down like the nïave bitch she was. But, no, this was the other's territory, and she knew she would die in a fight against these soldiers. She shrugged nonchalantly. "It's a nice night and my father is many states away," she responded before flicking her eyes towards the warehouse. That man--that thing inside would be out soon and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be around with it, not when he would definitely claim most or all of these soldiers as his. But she stood her ground. She pointed towards the warehouse. "I believe you have business in there."

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

With Rod's blood still fresh on her lips, Wynona could feel a high slam through her chest with unrelenting force. Adrenaline flooded her veins. The junkie's blood tasted bitter and sour, but it was her first blood, so it tasted better than any nector or ambrosia that could've been sent by the gods.

The high fueled her instincts. She wanted to hunt. She wanted to fight. She wanted to kill. In the back of her mind, her human mentality was screeching at her to resist these new temptations. She stood from her kill and licked her lips. She turned to look back out the window, her curiosity peaking as her senses heightened. She could hear a police officer mutter to himself inside his car as if he stood next to her before his screams pierced her sensitive ears. She recoiled from the window, clutching her ears as the officer was murdered. His screams rung in her mind as her high slowly spoiled rotten into shivers running down her spine and an emptiness in her chest. More. She wanted more.

Without thinking, she ran downstairs and onto the streets, waiting for more people to arrive. She didn't want the bodies; they weren't fresh and were not her kills.

No Masters or Kings - ON HOLD

Georgia stared in disbelief as the woman helped the man. She never thought anyone in this place would've ever dared to help each other, even if there was no real threat between them. She slowly emerged from the shadows as she watched the group, her limp beginning as the adrenaline died down. She kept her hands down but her posture open and her fist unclenched. Look friendly but not helpless. She didn't attempt to smile. Smiling when the world was burnin around you was too faux.

Before coming into their view, Georgia stared at the greenery around her. She hadn't seen or been on this earth in over a hundred years, but it only felt like a few days. Yet, her lungs greedily sucked in the clean air of earth. She scanned the skyline, waiting for helicopters and armies to arrive.

She hesitantly touched her feet to the ground, her boots snapping a twig, alerting her position to the others. She approached slow, but not too slow, and kept her palms in view. While she subconsciously trusted the woman working on the man, she was still wary of the others. She resisted staring at the gun. Staring at the gun might mean she would try to take it, so she studied their faces and ignored the glint on their wrist with words like Murder and Arson. Maybe they were wrongly convicted of their crimes like she was.

Maybe they weren't.

As she came closer, she cleared her dry throat. "Hey," she said in the most non-threatening way possible. The tension was thick in the air. "You guys friendly?"

No Masters or Kings - ON HOLD

Gotcha. Hope your son feels better!

Of Mice and Men and Zombies (Accepting!)

Interested

Mirror, Fox, Key: Chapter Two Now Recruiting

@Mokley have you started making an OOC yet?

Camp Half-Blood (Remake)

I'm interested! Always down for a camp half blood rp

Wolves of Red Lake Season One (Reboot)

Elisha gladly accepted a churro from Carlos. She thanked him as she grinned before taking a bite, the flavor flooding her mouth. "Oh, wow," she mumbled through the churro, forgetting her manners. She swallowed, remembering her etiquette mistake. She blushed before praising, "These are actually really good." She had never had much legit foreign food. Her mom always promised to make some traditional Vietnamese dishes, but she never went along with it.

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

I'm always down for some dank ass memes

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

@Remipa Awesome damn son how many memes do you have