Midnight Kills (Werewolf/Human RP) ACCEPTING

[Prophet]

Vannah pranced wearaly throgh the grass, the loud constant roar of dogs, and the antisipated shouts of there masters filled the air. She stoped pranceing through the long,damp grass and steped onto a rock. Which led onto a train of semi-large rocks. So, she began to skip from rock to rock. Humming to herself, though,the dreaded sound of hunters and hounds wouldent fade. "I feel sorry for what ever there chaseing.." She mummbled out loud, into the empty air. Her feet began to acke from the rouph rocks, since her body slammed on them heavily with each leap. She steped to the side and continued to walk throgh the wet grass, now it felt lush and theraputic on her almost raw feet.

Over the gashing noise of the hunters, Vannah heard the sound of water. It was the sweet plesant stream. As she got closer to the running water though, the drab scent of wet dogs began to luster in the air. Vannah shrugged, "Must be one of the hounds." She mummbled. Then, "OUCH!" She squealed as she stepped on a small periceing stone. The rock went right through the bottom of her foot, and up into it about an inch. The blood began to stream out, and Vannah winced at the sight. But a tear didetn befall her cheeks. Up on one leg, she hopped, blood still pouring down the side of her foot. She was on her way to the stream to wash it out.

[.::Nani::.]

Max heard a girl's voice screech out in pain as he quickly snapped his head around to see where the noise had come from. His nose was picking up the scent of human and he immediatly dropped down on all fours, hoping to look more like a normal wolf, but when he saw the girl, he immediatly lowered himself to the ground. Backing up into some bushes, his dark violet eyes narrowed as he watched her like he would his prey. A low growl rumbled deep in his throat as his glinting eyes stared at her through the thin branches of the shrub.
Could she have anything to do with the other hunters? he wondered.

[corpsewallet]

Werewolf Form

Username: Black Sabbath

Name: Evan Gates

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Bloodlust level: Moderate, yet steadily rising.

How did you become a werewolf?: One night when he was camping in the woods with his family, unawares of the danger which consumed the forest, he had fallen asleep, but his parents had stayed awake, talking quietly amongst themselves, thus attracting a couple werewolves, and death to their door. His parents were consumed bloodily before his eyes, and he was left unharmed, except for the bite that infected and changed his life. Afterwards, he returned to live in the town and has ever since. This was when he was ten years old.

Personality: Rather aloof since the accident, not too willing to make new friends, and lucky to make acquaintances. He figures they're going to die living there, anyway, so why bother getting to know them?

Description: Average height for his age. Solemn, rarely smiles, and most only in instances of injury of someone else. A rather sarcasm-based sense of humor, certainly not the life of the party. Cold blue eyes, usually only expressing sulking moods and glowering. He draws dark circles under his eyes to match his raven-black hair using eyeliner. Detests the overly-happy and overly-optimistic. Very easily angered.

History: Listed above. He had a rather normal and drab, certainly not noticed childhood. His parents were loving, and he was an only child.

Family: None, all killed by werewolves, he is the only survivor.

Crush: No

Boyfriend/Girlfriend: No

Spouse/Mate: No

Other: I did not find room anywhere else in my form, but:
Midnight Kills

[Prophet]

Vannahs white eyes flicked up, gleaming as she stared intencely into the trees and shubs that a growl had eminated from. But, she ignored it. It was most-likely a scared animal. Her white eyes eased as she looked down at her throbing foot. The water was mere feet away, so she limped to it, laying her foot into the rushing water. Deep red blood rolled down the crispy blue water. Yet, the scent of wet dog again lustered. She shook it off and grummbled "Those stupid,annoying,overly aggresive, loud hunters! Thanks to those morons i might not be able to get home! Ohh I loath them!" She hollered into the silance, birds flew out of trees as her voise bounded from her and into the dence forest. Though, she was rescued by a sigh. Her one foot resting in the water continued to bleed, and she had assured herself she wasent going to leave intell the blood stoped flowing. She perched her head on her hands and moaned "I hate those discusting hunters....I dont care what there chaseing. I just hope its not a were-wolf...They need to leave the poor things alone.."

[~Dixie~]

(( Um.. You weren't accepted yet, North... ))

[Sorry, I thought you accepted it, my bad.......]

[riddlestyx]

(( And you didn't read the rules, either... -Cough- No codeword...
And accepted Sabbath. ))

[.::Nani::.]

Max's growling quickly came to a hault as he looked at her, listening to what she said.
So she wasn't with the hunters, hmmm?
But it could be a trap, Max warned himself.
However, his strong sense of smell began to pick up on the intoxicating scent of... blood. How wonderful it smell -- and it probably tasted even better...
Sure he had had a couple of meals already, but once the presence of blood was about, it was enough for him to go insane. He was hungry all over again...
Leaping out from the safety of the bush, Max landed on the ground with ground shaking force, his sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight as he snarled at her. He stood there for a while longer, waiting to be entertained by some frightened screams, or even having to participate in a wild chase -- which he could easily win.

[Whitie]

-Odin Vinter-
Ooc: Ugh, stupid writer's block just will not go away. >.<

Instantly, Odin’s eyes narrowed upon the site of blood, but he paused a moment to sniff it, picking up Max’s scent. His ears perked as he lifted his head, his eyes followed the scarlet trail, his nostrils flaring as he then lowered his head with a growl as his golden eyes took on a dark complexion; his werewolf instincts overwhelmed his mind like a dark cloud. Those human’s hurt a fellow werewolf. They were going to pay for what they had done. He was going to rip those hunters to shred if he ever got a hold of them, and then feast upon their delightful tasting flesh, as well as those dastardly hounds. Quickly, Odin shook his head to stop himself, containing his flare up of emotions as he obediently followed after the female werewolves. In a few strides, he caught up once more, keeping pace with them. His eyes darted this way and back, keeping a sharp look up for the missing male, hoping that they found him alive.

[~Dixie~]

Midnight Kills

WEREWOLF PIC HERE (Required) -



- HUMAN PIC (Required) -

Username: NorthGoldenSunset
Name: Angelina (Angel)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Bloodlust level: High
How did you become a werewolf?: She was bitten
Personality: She has a very short temper. If she is in a pack she prefers to keep to herself most of the time.
Description:
History: Doesn't talk about it
Family: None
Crush: None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None
Spouse/Mate: None
Other: Just came here.

[.::Nani::.]

((Aww D: I know how you feel. ))

Sandra peered around for a while, hoping to find where he had gone. Maybe if they followed the trail...
"What if we went this way... Or should we go that way...?" She wasn't too sure about which way she should go and having a fifty-fifty chance of being right or being wrong made the tention and suspense even worse for her.