TheWildBunnii

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@rechonq awww no man love

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Her legs hurt, so damned badly. The muscles felt like they were bathing in lava. She could swear her quads were about to peel off from fatigue. But she didn't stop running. Even as her lungs burned and screamed for oxygen from overexertion, she didn't DARE stop running.

Not if she wanted to live.

Her heart continued to pound, each time she heard the gunshot she expected to feel a burning pain, she expected to feel something more than just fear and anxiety.

The young teen expected to see her life flash before her eyes before it slipped away from her. The ground was dry and sturdy beneath her feet, she was running for her life, doing her best to prolong it even if just for few minutes. However, her body was weak from the past few days, she was exhausted and simply running on adrenaline. Despite that she did not stop, she kept running further into abandoned warehouse.

The gunshots stopped, it was eerily quiet in the dark, not even the sound of the insects reached her ears. Foolishly, she stopped. She couldn't run anymore, her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Everything felt weak and about ready to give up, using the support of a building. What chance was there that a handful of men would find her this far out, would dare to follow in the dark. SHe figured she was safe. At least that what she thought.

That was when a shadowy figure darted in front of her, she pressed her body into the wall hoping it would protect her from what was to come.
Once again the shadow figure darted across her line of sight and again and again as if toying with young teen. She didn't dare to call out or whisper a word. If she did those hunting her would hear her. Biting her lips, she refused to risk even to breath.

Her amber eyes began to searching the dark, trying to spot the shadow figure.

Then it pounced, this furry creature came running out of the darkness to her....

The late hours of night slowly changed over to the early moments of morning. The tray of shots continued to be brought to the group which in just a short amount of time had managed to enjoy one another's company.

Valasca was about order another round of drinks when her cell buzzed in her jeans. Reaching for the device she took a sip of her vodka with salt, her face turned pale at the familiar number and without hesitation, she pressed accept. Valasca slowly rubbed her eyes, feeling groggy while the world around her sway from side to side.

"Talk to me." She absently nodded her head while continually pushing through the crowd to reach the exit. Once outside, she paced back and forth while she tried to fight the cold wind. She rubbed her face while the detailed were handed to her

"Alright, ETA in about ten." Hanging up the, merwoman placed her phone back into her pocket. " Damn it,"

Once again murder had come to Fall Hollow.

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@Ace of flames01 I bet you are very yummy...

I want everyone to close up before I post.

Children of Light and Darkness at War: Can Love Bloom on a Battle Field? (Still unsure of the title) (no longer active)

@Ace of flames01 I am, I am. Do not worry I can always read the posts and write. Just still sick and packing because I am moving. Been busy. And your ass better post in the rp because I will hunt you down.

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@Ozerath If you want, I am going to post soon and make some drama.

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@Leoven I bet it is going to be one yummy soul...

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Once the two arrived to the bar, it was not long before the merwoman had captured the attention of the bartender. A small smile spread on the bartender's lips, happy to see the such a true beauty. As daughters of the sea, they are beautiful aquatic creatures which rise up from the waves to lure men into their arms.

Beautiful, conniving and dangerous.

She really needed something to drink. Her throat felt dry, and it was a feeling that she didn’t quite like. Valasca was about to order a round of drinks for the two of them, when a man came out of nowhere and introduced himself, after he offered to buy the drinks.

Valasca stayed silent as her new friend tried to scared off the older man, and although his face looked so familiar, her mind was too clouded to tell. Unlike, the most of the species in the city. She could not tell who was what by smell or touch. Like the humans, Val had to discover them by show.

“Thank you,” she said when her eyes met his, " I am sure, my friend means well." Val placed her hand on the girl's shoulder, a small reassurement and recognition for what the she had done for Val.

Another woman calmly greeted the small group at the bar. “ Valasca.” she called out to the crowd, but her voice was drowned out by the noises of the crowd. Val felt the buzz in her pocket and knew she needed to leave soon, to attend her business. It’s just that the call came on a very bad timing. Val looked at the watch on her hand. 3:07 AM.

Valasca enjoyed live singing, just like any of her kind and to have the chance to experience the new genre of music. It had become more excited when her new friend asked to join in the fun. She raised her arm and order a round of shots for new friends.

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Me lied. I will post for sure once i have nurse my hangover ass to health.

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@Ace of flames01 lol calm down love. That big bad wolf can destroy us, lets keep him happy.

Will post soon, sorry i am on my phone and not home yet.

Children of Light and Darkness at War: Can Love Bloom on a Battle Field? (Still unsure of the title) (no longer active)

WIP

[color=???]Xavier Dusk[/color]

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Dark

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The Dark Shadow

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24

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Male

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Heterosexual

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N/A

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Werewolf

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Weapon

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Xavier always knew what he was, he had been born and raised by two wolf parents in Alaska, parents who had pressured the boy to make wolf friends, so he did. Xavier grew up with Emily and Jacob, two wolf like himself and together the trio were never apart, sharing cigarettes under the bleachers, tasting different types of alcohol, passing tests, and even on the summer holidays they were all together here at Sanctum with their families. It was perfect in a way, Xavier watched in complete bliss as Emily and Jacob fell in love, first as teenagers, then as adults and eventually he was the best man at their wedding at 22. A year later life seemed completely perfect, he had just finished his degree to become a nurse, Emily had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl who they named Amelia and they still enjoyed their lives as wolves unknown to the rest of the world. But as they say, nothing that beautiful can last. And on the day after Xavier’s 24th birthday, his perfect little sanctuary came crashing down. He’d been staying at their house and had gotten up to go to the toilet at three in the morning when he smelt them, humans. With no time to think they broke into the house and Xavier jumped into a nearby cupboard, clambering to the top and hiding behind a couple of unpacked boxes. There he listened to the attack for the next hour. He listened to the screams of his friends as silver bullets were unloaded into their chests and heads, all too fast for them to heal. He then listened as one of them received a phone call to say that their parents had been taken care of, and finally he listened as the monsters left the house, blood on the bottom of their shoes.

It took an hour for Xavier to creep out from the top of the cupboard, half an hour to be able to come to terms with the mutilated bodies of his best friends but only thirty seconds for him to remember Amelia. Emily had been smart, she’d managed to hide the little girl. When Xavier went looking, he found the little blonde baby lying in her blankets under a series of loose floorboards, with tears in her eyes and her hands extending for her uncle.

With a heavy heart and blood still under his fingernails, Xavier vowed to never let anything happen to the little blonde child.

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