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Post by *Amarant Blades on Jul 30, 2008 22:14:36 GMT -5
Amarant ran through the woods, her black, glossy fur streaking in between trees, blurring her figure it was so fast. She moved silently, like a shadow, reflecting the predator that she was. Just recently Amarant had made a kill, a deer, and then went to dunk her head into the water to clean off the blood. Her fur still dripped water, shining like black diamonds as the half moon shone through the tree tops, reflecting off her fur.
She made it back to where she'd left her clothes, folded neetly inside a duffle bag that she left open. She always made sure she had clothes around, so that she would have something to put on when she shifted back into her human form. She quickly shifted and changed into her clothes, sitting down on the ground, grinning madly. Running always gave her a kind of high, and she couldn't resist it. Running was her life.
Her midnight black hair fell down her shoulders, covering one half of her face and one ice blue eye. When the wind picked up before doubling back on her, she caught her own scent and laughed slightly. Anyone who didn't know her would think she was some sort of hybrid or something. She smelled of both vampire and werewolf, and concidering the relationships between the two species throughout history, that was strange. And with this war going on too, that was another reason to be shocked of the scent.
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Post by megan on Jul 30, 2008 22:18:40 GMT -5
Megan was stalking a small hare. She wasn't that hungry today but she knew Michael would be mad if she didn't eat. She slowly walked behind it and jumped on it, grabbing it in both her hands. She bit into its neck and drank it dry.
Megan wiped her lips and looked up. There was a werewolf. A female one. She had just changed back into her normal form. She sniffed the air and smelt werewolf AND vampire. She walked from out of the shadows and near the werewolf. "Nice night, eh?" She looked up at the moon.
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Post by *Amarant Blades on Jul 30, 2008 22:28:49 GMT -5
Amarant had smelled the vampire coming, but wasn't worried about it much. If the vampire was coming on good terms, then Amarant would behave herself, and be her naturally plesant self. But if the vampire came looking for a fight because they were prejedice against her race, then she would give them a fight they would never forget. Mainly because it would be their last. When the female approached and spoke to her, Amarant turned slightly so that she coulld see the vampire better, smiling slightly, seeming completely at ease, because she was.
"It is a nice night. What brings you out into my neck of the woods? Most vampires don't wander into woods were my kind is known to hunt alone, unless they have a death wish." Amarant said it in passing, not in the least threatening as she conveyed the warning, not of herself, but of other werewolves.
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Post by megan on Jul 30, 2008 22:33:18 GMT -5
Megan shrugged. She really didn't know why she came out so far. "I was hungry. The best animals are out here. I'm not a human killer." She growled at the last part. She hated vampires who killed humans. Just because you were a vampire doesn't mean that there is no human left in your soul. "I'm not afraid of werewolves. I might be small but I can defend for myself."She looked up at the werewolf with innocent eyes, hoping that last statement didn't make her think she wanted to fight.
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Post by *Amarant Blades on Jul 30, 2008 22:46:47 GMT -5
Amarant smiled slightly, her ice blue eyes glittering with sudden admiration. Most vampires were far too cocky and thought themselves above humans, simply because they have powers other humans do not. The humans can not help it if they do not have such strengths. This vampire seemed to revere human life though, which made Amarant immediately begin to like the girl. "My name's Amarant, by the way. You can sit if you like, I don't bite." She said, grinning. "I take it you aren't like your kin, thinking that my kind needs to be extinct at all costs, I take it?"
Amarant laughed quietly about what she said about being small but being able to defend herself against a werewolf. "No doubt, but I wasn't exactly refering to one werewolf, or even two. There are two seperate packs that have territory in these woods, and none of them are too fond of your kin."
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Post by megan on Jul 30, 2008 22:53:46 GMT -5
Megan smiled sweetly back at Amarant. She liked her. She was older and wiser than Megan, but she still had the personality of a pup. She sat down next to her. "I'm Megan and no, I don't believe you guys shouldn't exists. I don't know why we can't live in harmony."
She sighed softly. "Ever since I was...made all I hear about is this war. I'm only 15! I'm not ready to be in a war expecially if it means I have to chose sides." She looked down at her feet. She hated fighting. She delt with it enough when she was a human and her mothers "dates" got drunk. She didn't want to deal with it as a vampire.
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Post by *Amarant Blades on Jul 30, 2008 23:03:30 GMT -5
"I know what you mean. I was raised by a vampire since I was a pup, and we got along just fine. He took me in when I had no where else to go, and all the vampires who came to visit him liked me alright too. It doesn't seem as if there is a side anymore. The pack fighting for a treaty with vampires was disbanded, now there's only bitter fighting between the two races again. I'm an outcast on both sides basically, since I befriend vampires....And then most vampires hate me because I'm a lycan. What of your Sire? Does he approve of you associating with lycans, or would he think you would be in too much danger?"
"You could just be like me and refuse to get into the fighting. If I were to fight, it would be becasue Mahiro, a werewolf under my protection with a bit of a pyro tendency, was getting herself into trouble again. And she usually is, and then I have to go and rescue her butt." Though Amarant tried to be stern with the younger pup, she couldn't help but letting a small smile loose at the thought of the younger lycans antics. "She's very enthusiastic, that's for sure."
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Post by megan on Jul 30, 2008 23:10:07 GMT -5
Megan gave her a shocked but happy look. "You were raised by a vampire? Wow..that's incredible. I had no where to go either. I lived in my tree house while I changed. My mom commited suicide cause she thought I was dead. I guess you can say I'm an outcast too." She looked down when she was asked about her sire. "Well, he lets me be what I want to be. He used to attack humans but now he attacks animals and he is teaching me lessons now. I guess he doesn't want to fight but we never talk about it."
Megan laughed. "Sounds like me. I could try to teach someone our vampire ways but I would slip my own ways in as well." She winked and giggled. "I would only go to war if my Sire did. He is the only person I know."
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Post by *Amarant Blades on Jul 30, 2008 23:23:09 GMT -5
She laughed, shaking her head slightly. "Is your nose broken hun? Didn't you smell the vampire on me? I know that you are aware of what is going on, most would find that strange, or think that I was spying or something. Truth is, I have more vampire friends than werewolf ones, because I grew up in Rafael's house, and he treated me like a daughter. So everyone else learned to love me and all my prank pulling cuteness." She said, grinning.
"It would be interresting to meet your Sire. I think we would get along, especially if his beliefs are yours too. It would definately be fun."
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Post by megan on Jul 30, 2008 23:34:39 GMT -5
Megan blushed slightly. "I smelt it on you but I didn't know what it meant. I'm still a little one. I wish I had that many friends. I really dont have as many as I used to when I was a human." she looked down and kicked the ground.
"I bet you guys would get along. If you ever got to meet him. He is very quiet. I feel like Im a burden on him sometimes."
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Post by *Amarant Blades on Jul 30, 2008 23:48:04 GMT -5
Amarant ruffled up the younger girls hair. "You'll find that in our world. You could still be friends with humans, though. A lot of us do, it makes us fit in better. And if I were you, I wouldn't be too eager for friendship, especially among the immortals. They con and decieve on a regular basis, because that's the only way they know how to surivive. Until you know hwo to work in their politics, then it would be best to steer clear for awhile, especially now that it is a time of war."
"I doubt you're a burden. He changed you, did he not? He must have been looking for some kind of companionship. And plus, even if he didn't intend to sire you, he still could have left you to figure things out on your own. I doubt it is as bad as all that."
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Post by megan on Jul 30, 2008 23:52:14 GMT -5
Megan giggled as Amarant played with her hair. "I guess that's true. I have seen some pretty scary stuff. Vampires attacking in the night. Well, I would be friend a human but there scent is so strong I am so scared I would attack them."
Megan looked down. "No. He didn't change me. The man who changed me left. Vanished. Michael found me. Saw how horrible I was at being a vampire. He felt sorry for me."
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Post by *Amarant Blades on Jul 31, 2008 18:07:44 GMT -5
Amarant nodded slightly. "Yeah, but you'll get better at controlling it. A lot of vampires that I know have human friends, and they do just fine with it. You're young, give yourself some time.There's no need to rush things."
Amarant laughed, she couldn't help it. Horrible at being a vampire? She didnt think there was any way to be horrible at being a vampire. "Even still, he took you in, when he could have left you there, or simply put you our of your misery. And if I remember correctly, if he ever finds the man who made you, he is required to kill him. If I remember right, it's illegal to change one as young as you are. Vampire morals, I suppose."
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Post by megan on Jul 31, 2008 18:15:27 GMT -5
Megan nodded. "Hopefully, Michael can teach me how to calm my senses around humans. If Im always avoiding them I know I'll look suspicious." Megan really wanted friends so she would do anything she can.
Megan sighed slighly. "I guess your right. He did give me a place to say and he always buys me blood when Im too weak to fight. He really is kind. There is an age limit for changing?
[/b] She hoped Michael would find him and kill him. That evil...bloodsucker.
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