* Acid Varun
You can't even begin to fathom the power in which I possess...
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Post by * Acid Varun on Aug 14, 2008 2:09:54 GMT -5
Acid stood quietly as the twilight hour slowly rolled closer, his eyes fixed on the head stones of those who had been slaughtered by vampires in the past few years. The graves had been left unattended to, as though their loss was to be forever forgotten. Was the world truly just going to stand by and watch such a thing as those filthy, blood sucking vermin, evoke fear in the hearts of humans...of werewolves?
He would not allow such a thing to happen.
Acid placed a few bouquets of flowers on the graves (and several others) before he knelt his head in respect to the dead. Kodiak was to be rendezvousing with him in Louisiana at some point since they'd last met up in California. They needed to get to New York eventually. Time was of the essence and their army was steadily growing in number by the days. Kodiak's report while in California had pleased Acid Varun greatly.
After having said a silent prayer to the victims, Acid knelt down on one knee and placed a hand gently atop the soft bits of grass that sprung up from the dirt. "Soon...you all shall be avenged. Watch over my footsteps and strengthen my cause." he requested before he grabbed a tuft of grass and dirt, the texture of the earth in his palm comforting; as though the spirits of the ones passed were encouraging him forth in his quest.
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Post by logan on Aug 14, 2008 2:17:29 GMT -5
Logan hadn't been in a graveyard since his mothers death. He hates being in graveyards. His mother was dead and his sisters were gone. He was beginning to give up on the search. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't know why he was here. Maybe because it was the only place he knew he could be alone.
Logan opened his eyes and walked along the graveyard. Lightly touching the headstone. Wondering how they died. There had been many deaths in the last few days and no one knows why. Logan prayed that none of those were his sisters. These people had died a horrible death.
Logan paused when he saw a man a few graves away. He was a werewolf. He knew that the man knew he was there. It was the special gift. Good scent. He slowly walked over to him and kneeled next to him. "Why are you out in a graveyard so late?"
(OCC: Logan doesn't know a lot about vampires because he is a lone wolf and no one has really told him about them))
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