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Post by ONCE BITTEN ADMIN on Feb 16, 2012 15:20:18 GMT -5
 "in the beginning... i tried to warn you... you play with fire... it's gonna burn you."
"no! please." the young boy's voice could be heard down the city street. "shh." a large, shadowy figure loomed over his pitiful form, fangs exposed. "it'll be over soon." the vampire leaned down, teeth clamping around the teenager's throat. "no. it won't." the conviction in his voice made the fledgling vampire take a few steps back. the blood didn't taste human, animal or anything he had ever tasted. his dark blue eyes narrowed and he stared at the "human." the process had already started.
the shredding of skin, the growing of fur, that bone breaking howl. fyre, the vampire, felt his skin crawl. "no... this can't be right. you are all dead!" the fear in his voice was apparent. the air surrounding them had grown heavy with the smell of smoke and wet dog. this wasn't going to be a good night for either of them. "you're wrong." the werewolf spoke with a voice that sounded more like a growl. "you vampires. you're so arrogant. always thinking you've won." those words spoken, the werewolf tackled fyre to the ground, mighty jaws settling around his cold neck. a sickening crunch echoed through the air as the vampire was torn apart. "you picked a bad day to pick on the weak."
the werewolves had disappeared for nearly a hundred years, allowing the vampires to prosper in peace and grow strong... but also foolish. they have not forgotten how to fight werewolves, but they have grown arrogant and feel they no longer have too. werewolf elder's want the vampire property to grow their packs... but vampires won't throw away five hundred years of growth and development. this is war.
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Post by brotherbear on Feb 17, 2012 9:36:58 GMT -5
Linked back
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