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Sorry about making you wait for nothing!
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Rylan bowed her head, nodding as acknowledgement to her scolding, signing a quick apology. This certainly wasn’t time for games, she had realized. She thought to the stories Mehmet had told the pack often, of the horrible people who could even hurt their Alpha. It was unimaginable that those very people actually exist and are ready for them here and now. Rylan finally understood the tension wasn’t just for the closeness of old rivals but the calm before the storm.
She was startled from the sudden rapping, and it took all of her control to not shift then and there. She could smell the scent of human and all this talk of Cacciatori had started putting her on edge. She wasn’t surely the only one, including those in her pack even members of the coven seemed unsettled. Rylan watched Riley open the door, and almost expected the humans to flood in. They didn’t, thankfully, and she could hear them speak about something of a barbeque. She shook her head at the thought of food once more, waiting for any sign of what they should do next.
Rylan watched as both leaders went into the kitchen, and strained her ears to try and hear whatever they were talking about. She, however, couldn’t hear over the noises of the others, and simply waited. She took to doodling once more, but couldn’t continue as she couldn’t stand sitting around any longer. They were certainly sitting ducks by staying all in the same place, no matter how far away they were. Maybe they had enough time to escape before they were surrounded?
Would the vampires work with us if we had to fight? She wondered, knowing her pack would work together to fend off whatever enemy. Rylan wasn’t sure if the coven worked the way they did by means of combat strategy. In her opinion, they didn’t seem very team work oriented, but then again, she knew almost the same about the vampire ways as she did about the Cacciatori. She looked over towards the vampires then back to her pack, and realized they were only mingling and conversing with their own kind. This could be her chance to break the ice.
She spotted a coven member who seemed friendly enough; then again, Rylan thought everyone looked friendly enough. With a smile, she walked over to him, holding up her Conversation Pad that had read “Hello, friend! Name’s Rylan!” She hoped the other werewolves would do the same and interact with their hopefully new buddies.
She was startled from the sudden rapping, and it took all of her control to not shift then and there. She could smell the scent of human and all this talk of Cacciatori had started putting her on edge. She wasn’t surely the only one, including those in her pack even members of the coven seemed unsettled. Rylan watched Riley open the door, and almost expected the humans to flood in. They didn’t, thankfully, and she could hear them speak about something of a barbeque. She shook her head at the thought of food once more, waiting for any sign of what they should do next.
Rylan watched as both leaders went into the kitchen, and strained her ears to try and hear whatever they were talking about. She, however, couldn’t hear over the noises of the others, and simply waited. She took to doodling once more, but couldn’t continue as she couldn’t stand sitting around any longer. They were certainly sitting ducks by staying all in the same place, no matter how far away they were. Maybe they had enough time to escape before they were surrounded?
Would the vampires work with us if we had to fight? She wondered, knowing her pack would work together to fend off whatever enemy. Rylan wasn’t sure if the coven worked the way they did by means of combat strategy. In her opinion, they didn’t seem very team work oriented, but then again, she knew almost the same about the vampire ways as she did about the Cacciatori. She looked over towards the vampires then back to her pack, and realized they were only mingling and conversing with their own kind. This could be her chance to break the ice.
She spotted a coven member who seemed friendly enough; then again, Rylan thought everyone looked friendly enough. With a smile, she walked over to him, holding up her Conversation Pad that had read “Hello, friend! Name’s Rylan!” She hoped the other werewolves would do the same and interact with their hopefully new buddies.
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Also, she was speaking with Dante if you didn't mind, Drall!
Also, she was speaking with Dante if you didn't mind, Drall!
It was strange going into the home of their rivals, or rather, the home of their once rivals and now allies. Rylan still couldn’t wrap her head around the confusing matter. Nonetheless, she had to follow what Alpha said, along with the rest of the pack. She could feel the tension in the very air as everyone was on edge, ready to attack the other despite the commands of their leaders. Rylan stayed close to her pack, unsure if it would be too safe to try and socialize along with the vampires. Both Alpha as well Keller, the pack’s Beta, had gone upstairs. She wanted to go too, but the Alpha urged them to stay put. Of course his right hand would be able to go, probably in case something went wrong. Then of course the rest of them would go up there.
Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. And Alpha should be fine. He is the Alpha for a reason, Rylan thought, almost nodding to her own reassurance. She found a seat as she didn’t know how long this was going to take and looked around, looking at any art or other sorts of décor that was for display. She didn’t like sitting still for so long, especially in within the vicinity of many vampires.
She hadn’t been so close to so many before and it wasn’t the most comfortable situations. Rylan took to distracting herself by means of doodling in her “Conversation Pad” as she called the eleven by eight inch pad of paper she used for talking with. She had a phone, but not being tech savvy, it proved was a bit too difficult for her to use. She also doubted the majority of those around her knew sign, so Conversation Pad it was. In the margins, she doodled little cartoon versions of her pack, although she wasn’t an artist it was mostly stick figure looking canines. It was a fun way to spend her time as she waited for word about whatever they were talking about upstairs.
Rylan then perked, as did several others, pack or coven, at the sound of people coming down the stairs. Both leaders as well Keller and the Coven leader’s right hand had descended the stairs. Rylan halted her doodling, standing up with interest. She grouped along with the rest of the pack. The tension still didn’t waver, and if anything, spiked with the emergence of both leaders. Keller was doing her best to quiet down the pack but there were urgent questions being shot towards her by the others, and consisted of Rylan holding up her pad of paper over the heads of her pack mates, also asking what was going on.
They quickly quieted down, not that Rylan was making much noise in the first place, as the Coven leader called for their attention. She had explained they, pack and coven, will be working together. Safety was in numbers, so it made sense they worked together. Though, how well would they work together after being enemies for so long? She didn’t have any say in the matter as Alpha had also agreed to these matters as whatever he said usually went. She was a scout and her opinion hardly mattered.
In the end, she knew this conjoining of groups would be good for them. She hardly knew much about their greater enemy. Cacciatori? Was that it? It sounds sort of like some kind of pasta. No, no, I shouldn’t be thinking of food, this is important. Well, I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Maybe I can go hunting after this... Rylan lost track of the issue at hand when the idea of food came up. However, her train of thought ended with the shout of the Alpha when things got too loud on their side. The leader of the vampires went back upstairs not too long after she had come down.
With the little meeting session had ended, everyone began to talk amongst themselves once more. It didn’t seem their leader was answering much questions at the time, so Rylan had settled for Keller, who may know more than she did. The scout moseyed toward the Beta with an obvious curious look to her face. “Sooo, how long do you think this whole teaming together thing is going to work?” She asked with writing, giving a polite smile and stay a respectable couple feet away. Rylan then quickly added, “Also do you think Alpha will allow us to schedule in a little hunting session? Food sounds really good right now.”
Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. And Alpha should be fine. He is the Alpha for a reason, Rylan thought, almost nodding to her own reassurance. She found a seat as she didn’t know how long this was going to take and looked around, looking at any art or other sorts of décor that was for display. She didn’t like sitting still for so long, especially in within the vicinity of many vampires.
She hadn’t been so close to so many before and it wasn’t the most comfortable situations. Rylan took to distracting herself by means of doodling in her “Conversation Pad” as she called the eleven by eight inch pad of paper she used for talking with. She had a phone, but not being tech savvy, it proved was a bit too difficult for her to use. She also doubted the majority of those around her knew sign, so Conversation Pad it was. In the margins, she doodled little cartoon versions of her pack, although she wasn’t an artist it was mostly stick figure looking canines. It was a fun way to spend her time as she waited for word about whatever they were talking about upstairs.
Rylan then perked, as did several others, pack or coven, at the sound of people coming down the stairs. Both leaders as well Keller and the Coven leader’s right hand had descended the stairs. Rylan halted her doodling, standing up with interest. She grouped along with the rest of the pack. The tension still didn’t waver, and if anything, spiked with the emergence of both leaders. Keller was doing her best to quiet down the pack but there were urgent questions being shot towards her by the others, and consisted of Rylan holding up her pad of paper over the heads of her pack mates, also asking what was going on.
They quickly quieted down, not that Rylan was making much noise in the first place, as the Coven leader called for their attention. She had explained they, pack and coven, will be working together. Safety was in numbers, so it made sense they worked together. Though, how well would they work together after being enemies for so long? She didn’t have any say in the matter as Alpha had also agreed to these matters as whatever he said usually went. She was a scout and her opinion hardly mattered.
In the end, she knew this conjoining of groups would be good for them. She hardly knew much about their greater enemy. Cacciatori? Was that it? It sounds sort of like some kind of pasta. No, no, I shouldn’t be thinking of food, this is important. Well, I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Maybe I can go hunting after this... Rylan lost track of the issue at hand when the idea of food came up. However, her train of thought ended with the shout of the Alpha when things got too loud on their side. The leader of the vampires went back upstairs not too long after she had come down.
With the little meeting session had ended, everyone began to talk amongst themselves once more. It didn’t seem their leader was answering much questions at the time, so Rylan had settled for Keller, who may know more than she did. The scout moseyed toward the Beta with an obvious curious look to her face. “Sooo, how long do you think this whole teaming together thing is going to work?” She asked with writing, giving a polite smile and stay a respectable couple feet away. Rylan then quickly added, “Also do you think Alpha will allow us to schedule in a little hunting session? Food sounds really good right now.”
Ryle thinks for a moment, wondering if she should embarrass Will much like she had been. Then again, she wasn't very creative, so in the end, she dares Will to drink ketchup.
Ryle sighs, reluctantly getting up from her seat and walking towards the front door. She looks back at the group in an annoyed manner as she didn't feel like getting up or moving but it was her fault for picking dare. She certainly hoped no one was outside to see her. She slowly opened the door then walked out to the front lawn. She stood in the center not moving as she knew the others would be watching. Out of no where, she began to do the well known Chicken Dance, mumbling the song. After a good minute, she stops, running back inside and sitting back in her seat.
Will! Truth or dare?
Will! Truth or dare?
iSuspect said
So, guessing you people just left me here to die? :/
Sorry! I've been busy!
Hopefully this isn't dead so soon!
Are we supposed to repost our bios?
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Name: Solan Freya
Age: 15
Race of Monster: Valkyrie
Gender: Female
Appearance:
She is an average height of about five foot four, and is on the rather scrawny side. Solan has little feminine curve much to her discomfort. Her lovely snow white hair is cut in a short bob that reaches a little past her neck. Given so, her face still has a youthful roundness to it, and her maroon eyes still have a naïve curious look to them. When extended, her wingspan is a simple ten feet, that being each wing is only about five feet in length. She isn’t strong enough to carry a person just yet, as she needs to strengthen her wings until then.
She has a headband accessory that is metallic silver and on either side of her head of her ears it has small silver wings. This is worn as the mark of a Valkyrie that she always wears. Outside of uniforms, Solan usually wears clothes that are both neutral in color and gender. This would consist of simple button up clothes and pants and walking shoes. However, due to the possibility of using her wings, her shirts lack the back portion of fabric as when she summons her wings, they are attached to her.
History: She’s from a small hidden village in Norway, home to plenty of Valkyrie much like herself. Her home wasn’t always hidden from those who weren’t Valkyrie, but until recently, so few leave their tribes, in fear of the outside world, and the known discrimination against the Valkyrie. The myth that they brought death to anyone they met had spread, and with fear others held against them came violence. As a result, Solan had lived a sheltered life.
Ever since she was young, she lived in the shadow of her mother and older sisters. All of them were well known Valkyries who took on the noble job of guiding souls to Valhalla. Compared to them, she was pathetic in means of skill, including flight, one of the key aspects of being a guide for the dead. Not to mention her lack of backbone. When she received the unexpected letter as an invitation to Yokai Academy, she believed this was her chance to prove her family that she wasn’t useless. Her parents wished her luck, and her sisters rudely doubted their sibling to even last a day without messing things up, getting lost, or even eaten.
Personality: She enjoys the company of others, and is very kind, practically to the point and could be very easily taken advantages of, which would be her downfall, as she is too trusting .She is a good listener, and doesn't mind helping others. Solan's rather proper and treats everyone nicely despite how they treat her. She is very inquisitive, and after hiding from the world, she wants to learn everything about it. She doesn't understand customs that take place outside of her home very well, and can be a bit awkward at times due to her misunderstandings of situations. She is also very kind and happy to each and every one, which is the opposite most expect for being an “angel of death”. Having little experience in the world previous to her sheltered life, she has little fear as to the possible dangers the world hides. Given so, she can seem rather reckless in risky situations.
Habits and Quirks:
- Much like a bird, when she’s stressed, she sheds feathers.
- Her wings also sometimes portray her emotions, such as when she’s excited, her wings may flap wildly.
-Can be seen talking to birds.
-Apologizes constantly
-Speaks rather formal but tries to speak with slang, often getting terms wrong
Power(s):
-Flight with the help of wings that can be summoned and dismissed with a rather magical poof.
-Can sense death
-Can shapeshift into a small white bird for easily blending in the human world in addition to her human form.
Weaknesses:
-Can become melancholy if she senses a death even if she never knew them.
-Had trouble understanding some slang, technology, and modern customs.
-Can't fly very long or very high
-Has a slight fear of heights
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Name: Solan Freya
Age: 15
Race of Monster: Valkyrie
Gender: Female
Appearance:
She is an average height of about five foot four, and is on the rather scrawny side. Solan has little feminine curve much to her discomfort. Her lovely snow white hair is cut in a short bob that reaches a little past her neck. Given so, her face still has a youthful roundness to it, and her maroon eyes still have a naïve curious look to them. When extended, her wingspan is a simple ten feet, that being each wing is only about five feet in length. She isn’t strong enough to carry a person just yet, as she needs to strengthen her wings until then.
She has a headband accessory that is metallic silver and on either side of her head of her ears it has small silver wings. This is worn as the mark of a Valkyrie that she always wears. Outside of uniforms, Solan usually wears clothes that are both neutral in color and gender. This would consist of simple button up clothes and pants and walking shoes. However, due to the possibility of using her wings, her shirts lack the back portion of fabric as when she summons her wings, they are attached to her.
History: She’s from a small hidden village in Norway, home to plenty of Valkyrie much like herself. Her home wasn’t always hidden from those who weren’t Valkyrie, but until recently, so few leave their tribes, in fear of the outside world, and the known discrimination against the Valkyrie. The myth that they brought death to anyone they met had spread, and with fear others held against them came violence. As a result, Solan had lived a sheltered life.
Ever since she was young, she lived in the shadow of her mother and older sisters. All of them were well known Valkyries who took on the noble job of guiding souls to Valhalla. Compared to them, she was pathetic in means of skill, including flight, one of the key aspects of being a guide for the dead. Not to mention her lack of backbone. When she received the unexpected letter as an invitation to Yokai Academy, she believed this was her chance to prove her family that she wasn’t useless. Her parents wished her luck, and her sisters rudely doubted their sibling to even last a day without messing things up, getting lost, or even eaten.
Personality: She enjoys the company of others, and is very kind, practically to the point and could be very easily taken advantages of, which would be her downfall, as she is too trusting .She is a good listener, and doesn't mind helping others. Solan's rather proper and treats everyone nicely despite how they treat her. She is very inquisitive, and after hiding from the world, she wants to learn everything about it. She doesn't understand customs that take place outside of her home very well, and can be a bit awkward at times due to her misunderstandings of situations. She is also very kind and happy to each and every one, which is the opposite most expect for being an “angel of death”. Having little experience in the world previous to her sheltered life, she has little fear as to the possible dangers the world hides. Given so, she can seem rather reckless in risky situations.
Habits and Quirks:
- Much like a bird, when she’s stressed, she sheds feathers.
- Her wings also sometimes portray her emotions, such as when she’s excited, her wings may flap wildly.
-Can be seen talking to birds.
-Apologizes constantly
-Speaks rather formal but tries to speak with slang, often getting terms wrong
Power(s):
-Flight with the help of wings that can be summoned and dismissed with a rather magical poof.
-Can sense death
-Can shapeshift into a small white bird for easily blending in the human world in addition to her human form.
Weaknesses:
-Can become melancholy if she senses a death even if she never knew them.
-Had trouble understanding some slang, technology, and modern customs.
-Can't fly very long or very high
-Has a slight fear of heights
Not wanting to be a stick in the mud, Ryle chooses dare!
vancexentan said
I would really prefer if she were around high school/college age instead of her forties. Keep in mind Moka is a vampire but that doesn't make her some hundreds of years old she is a teenager. I'm allowing pyro to have that because her species ages differently I'm assuming.
Of course! Changed it.
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