Valkyr

Wolf Rp?

Interested!

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

Appearance: Tanned skin, average height. His eyes look strangely orange in color. He purposely makes sure his dark brown hair is cut quite short for convenience.

Appearance

Name: Dallas Ali Age: 19 Rank: Murderer City Reputation: Unknown Personality: He's patient, though not with people. He is completely lacking a sense of humor, and has no patience with people's annoying habits or personalities. Having grown up in poverty, he has naturally developed a great hate for nobility and the upperclass. Trivia: He prefers to always carry two knives with himself at all times. Bio: He was greatly wronged by a nobleman when the bored noble falsely accused him of a crime he didn't commit. He escaped, but he wasn't ready to forgive. He furiously planned his revenge and trained himself at stealth. Finally, he successfully broke into the noble's mansion and killed him. Thus he began his career of theft and assassination. - Sorry for the delay. I have the feeling that Dallas and Chris aren't going to get along too well.

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

I'll work on it.

A Twist of a knife.. The birth of a legend(assassin type rp interest check)

Interested.

The Werewolf Factory

Amber slumped to her knees. She watched the men leave the room, one dragging away the unconscious werewolf. It wouldn't be long before shed have to suffer the liver extraction again. Amber sighed and slowly stood back on her feet. And soon it would be her own turn. Would there even be any hope for escape left when the woman returned crippled from her operation? All she could do at this point was to hope and pray for the best.

The Werewolf Factory

Amber groaned and held her head in her hands. She struggled to block out the furious growls of the werewolves. She felt a strange feeling growing inside of her. The rage and savagery of the werewolves was affecting her mind. She felt certain instincts that she had only ever felt once before begin to form again. She viciously shook her head, as if to throw the thoughts out of her head. She staggered over to the woman, her mind still unstable. She desperately gripped the woman's arm and tried pulling her back. "C-Calm down!" She growled weakly. She was desperate to calm her down to hopefully calm herself in the process.

The Werewolf Factory

Yeah, everybody growl and snarl at the mangled gentleman. He can take ya'll in a right tussle.

@SepticGentleman

The Werewolf Factory

Amber sighed and looked away. She hoped the woman would be able to come up with a good plan. She hated to think what might happen if they were caught. She jumped suddenly when she heard a strange sound in the room. She crawled to her feet and walked to the edge of the canvas screen. She cautiously peered around the side and searched for the source of the noise. She watched as two men entered the room, one ominously holding a electric prod. She stared at them for a while until it hit her. Of course, they had to be here for the "harvest." She quickly hid behind the screen again and turned towards the woman. "I-I think they're h-here," She said, her whole body starting to shake in fear.

The Werewolf Factory

Amber stared at the women in utter horror. She wrapped her arms around her torso and hugged herself tightly. "O-Our livers?" She stammered. She looked away and didn't say anything for a while. She simply buried her face in her knees and returned to tightly hugging her legs to her chest, this time while gently rocking back and forth. Eventually she stopped rocking and looked up at the woman, her eyes noticeably more red than usual. "But how could we possibly escape?" She asked quietly.

The Werewolf Factory

Amber took a deep breath and concentrated on calming herself down. She managed to force her anxiety out of her mind long enough to take control and force her body into human form. She sighed and leaned against the canvas screen. She stared quietly at the dreary metal walls. She didn't know what she was going to do. There wasn't any thing to do. She was stuck here, wherever here was. The thought certainly didn't help her; She just felt worse now. Amber hugged her legs tightly to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. Almost completely unaware of her surroundings due to her mood, she was highly caught by surprise when she heard a woman's voice speak to her. She whipped around and saw a woman peering around the edge of the canvas screen. The woman must have been here for a while, if her appearance was anything to go by. Amber worriedly glanced at the half eaten chunk of meat the woman held in one hand. Amber wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to trust anyone here, but it was almost comforting to hear the woman's attempt at conversation. She silently took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak. “W-What is this place?” Amber quietly asked the woman. “Why are we here?"