2 CS Old Timers At Work Here rofl XD <3

[Shellpepper]

Let me dig this dusty work of art out of the dark ages

ice
With the world frozen over.
No land
No light
The day seems a dark time,
Though all
Is white
Ruins and wreckage,
All that
Remain
Can we survive?
We’re all
Insane.

The world is over; ended in
Cities are basically just shells. Buildings that survived have been ransacked and torn apart or- in a few cases, and I mean a very few cases- renovated into hide outs for those desperately clinging to the memory of civilization. Those who have survived this long are those with the wit and the biological ability to do so, meaning that most people- wait, let me qualify- most humans are out.

Some animals seemed to have adapted to the new found harsh environment more easily than did humans, so when the power lines finally froze and there were too few survivors to keep the plants running even if they could, the ending world became a dog- eat- man kind of place to be.

And that’s just what happened.

For centuries, people have speculated about werewolves and vampires. For the last decade, moronic teenagers, producers, and authors have turned them into pop-icons and fan-based foolishness. When the world ends, they rise up and are, at long last, revealed for what they really are.

Contagious? Yes.
Deadly? Yes.
Real?
Good Question…
But now they are in the world of Ice, where that word, that idea,takes on a whole new meaning.

"ONE...
-government-
-prayer-
-chance-
-future-
-world-
As ONE,
We can survive."

The Shelter is what's left of the subway system of a large city. Underground, the one hundred and fifteen people who live there are able to protect themselves from the unbearable cold of the exterior world and the unquenchable thirst of the terrible creatures outside. Power is available at almost all times, but the citizens live on harsh rations on all things- food, water, power, even privacy. There are no secrets among the condemned.
The government in place consists of a board of the oldest members and a total democracy. Every decision ever made- if possible- comes to a vote from all citizens of Shelter, no matter their age.
The young men and women of Shelter are well trained in fighting and surviving in the cold. They hunt for and protect Shelter on the outside. All survivors here are trained to kill anything non-human on sight.
Such must be so, for the good of the race.

Vampires
are soulless,
evil monsters.
Cunning,
Powerful,
Without compassion.

They are vicious, unfeeling, repulsive creatures. They follow the rule of one King and one spiteful Queen. They can survive sunlight only after a great many years and a great deal of preparation, which isn't much of a problem any more with the weather as it has been. When they're strong enough- newly made or after a fresh kill- they may assume human form. At such times as these, they are truthfully breathtakingly stunning humans- appearing as perfect humans in all ways with only three exceptions:

♦Their skin is white as alabaster, and cold as snow- a side effect of being dead- and gains slight color only for an hour or so after a kill.
♦Their eyes tend to be somewhat luminous and between black, purple, and red.
♦They have long, sharp, poisonous fangs.Vampire blood lust is powerful and, while they can survive on animals, they cannot do so for ever and are never inclined to attempt such a feat.

"And So,
Wolf Became
Man's Best
Friend."

There is a thin bright lining on this story. In the ice fields and forests around the city, a pack lives. They are strong, powerful hunters with strength beyond the imagination. They walk on all fours as often as stooped over their powerful two hind legs. Thick, shaggy fur covers their vaguely human wolf bodies when they take their most powerful form. They are able to shift human whenever they wish, though it is always easier to take and maintain that form during the day. As humans, their hearing, eyesight, and sense of smell are greatly improved, but as wolves their senses, strengths, and abilities are just as keen as those of the vampires.Best yet, the wolves fight for the human cause. They are lead by Alphas- the oldest members of the pack who, as it so happens, are brother and sister- and all other members are equal. The wolves are most interested in saving as many members of the human race as possible. Each of them was once a human, with a few very young exceptions that have been born to were-parents. However, no one- not even the Alphas- can remember how the breed got started. All that they know is that they are the most adapt creatures to dwell in this new frozen waste land Earth has become. Thick fur protects their bodies when they're shifted, and even when they're human it takes a great deal to get them cold.
They are also the most adapt to take on the Vampires. Vampire venom has no affect on the werewolves, though obviously the bites still cause a great deal of damage.
Still, countless wolves have died protecting the humans- particularly the ones at Shelter.
If only the humans knew that...

Still, in the hope of helping as many as possible, the Alphas leave letters such as these all over the city- wherever they can to help lost Shelter dwellers, or- better yet- any who've managed to survive on their own for this long.

"My name is Danika Jean Devon.
I've got little time, so I’ll make this brief.
If you’re reading this, you must know there is still hope.
You are not alone.
Go to the forest; We can help you.
Just remember:
“D” Sent You, and God is watching over you.
-D-"

RULES,
FORMS,
and
CHARACTER LOG
will be posted in the next few entries!

[Shellpepper]

WEREWOLF FORM
Username: Shellpepper

Name: Danika Jean Devon (Danny, Dev, or just D)
Human Body Age: Early Twenties
Actual Age: Ancient
General Information: Dev is strong willed and calm. She is a very logical person, and is also very good at sensing when she’s being misled- both of which are handy as an alpha. She lives for others. Her snow suit is white, but beneath that her clothes are always oranges, browns, reds, etc because she likes the warm colors.
Mated: No, though of course in a few thousand years she’s had love interests from time to time.
Additional Fields:
As a wolf she's white, with almost blue shadowing

WEREWOLF FORM
Username: Shellpepper

Name: Viktor Alexander Devon (Vik, Alex, or Sir)
Human Body Age: Early-mid twenties
Actual Age: Ancient
General Information: Victor is fiercely, passionately devoted to the protection of the wolf species. The dark ages, medieval times are still vivid in his lasting memory and he would sooner swallow live coals than give up their secrecy. He can be more irritable than Danika, but he knows this about himself and so he has a handle on it. He trusts Danika to pick the logical path, and he makes sure it gets done whatever the cost. He’s less of a “white suit” kind of person, in fact, He almost always wears all black or black and grey.
Mated: Not since the dark ages… You can guess what happened to her… But though his distrust for humans is still as strong as ever, he now carries her memory fondly but without much pain.
Additional Fields:
As a wolf he's grey with white socks and shading on his belly and tail

HUMAN FORM
Username: Shellpepper

Name: Aria Rayye Wick
Age: 19
General Information: Aria is not a toy around kind of girl, though if circumstances are right she can sometimes relax. When that happens, she’s actually a fun person. However, her father is on the counsel of Shelter, which causes some extreme stress in her life most of the time. He’s not a particularly easy-going man. She’s a highly skilled fighter, shooter, etc
Location at Beginning of RP: Shelter, getting ready for a scouting party (hint hint lol)

Vampire:
VAMPIRE FORM
Username: Shellpepper

Her eyes are luminous, brilliant purple, though.
Name: Nisp- Queen of the Vampires
Age of Body: Uncertain, at times she looks young and innocent enough to be about 15, other times (like when she’s angry) she can seem much older
Age of Vampire: Oh, Three? Five? Centuries… Who really cares?
Gender: Female
Mated: Yes
---To Whom: Her beloved King, Brach
General Information: She is like all vampires in that she is spiteful, vindictive, ruthless, and has no regard for any form of existence, living or otherwise, except her own and her mate’s. She is often petty and vane and is ALWAYS wicked.

VAMPIRE FORM
Username: Shellpepper

With BRIGHT red eyes.
Name: Brach, King of the Vampires
Age of Body: Early Thirties or so, far older than his queen but still young-ish
Age of Vampire: Well, he was personal acquaintances with Dracula, so… pretty old.
Gender: Male
Mated: Yes (again)
---To Whom: His lovely little monster queen Nisp
General Information: He is as feared as he is respected, and he is also incredibly powerful which has come with age. One cannot be King of a species as volatile as vampires without these qualities, after all.

((Psh *total rebel*))

WEREWOLF FORM
Username:
MniTaxiderMiss
Name:
Kit Martin
Appearance Age(Human Body at Time of "Infection"):
18
Age(Real Age):
A couple centuries
Personality:
As likely to help you as she is to watch you suffer, she can be cruel when she needs to be, but most of the time she is happy and fun loving. She tries to make everyone proud, and make sure they know she is good and deserves her place in the pack. She strives to be perfect and often will run herself ragged trying to make others proud and to show that she is good enough to be one of them.
Born or Bitten?:
Bitten
Mated:
No
Wolf Color(s):
Grey, she looks like a normal timber wolf
Human Appearance:
A little shorter then most, lean and tan with pale buttercup coloured eyes. She has a smattering of freckles on her face and grey hair she always keeps up in a ponytail.
Other:
N/A


HUMAN FORM
Username:
MTM
Name:
Alek Hunter
Gender:
Male
Age:
19
Personality:
Alek is a quiet guy who keeps to himself and is a protector of those who need it. He rarely argues, but he will stand up for what he believes is right. He isn't stand-offish, but if he needs to he will run you down to do what he thinks is right. He has a general hatred of vampires, and wolves, well giant dogs he isn't a fan of, but he will side with those he needs to to help the others survive.
Location:
Shelter
General History:
Alek was alone when he was younger, his parents having died of the cold, when he grew older he set off out of the apartment and found the Shelter
Appearance:
Alek is tall, lean and pale with a well scarred body and pale grey eyes with chocolate brown hair.
Other:
He's prepping for a patrol, (Nudged)

VAMPIRE FORM
Username:
MSH
Name:
Lucian Thorne
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Cold, cruel, arrogant, smirking. Shallow as a puddle, easy to anger and about as friendly as a rabid weasel, Lucian prefers not to deal with anyone, at all.
Human Appearance:
Tall, dark and handsome, pale purple eyes and black hair, ice cold skin that is marred by scars, a large one above his heart.
Mated:
No

Eye Color:
Purple
Other:

[ShadowHunteress]

*Hobbles over with me cane* Welp, wanna start fresh? Or?

[Shellpepper]

Your call m'lady. Can at least use Alek having been shot as part of their past history together.

[ShadowHunteress]

Yes haha. I think we start fresh?

[Shellpepper]

Okay
Give us a start?

[ShadowHunteress]

((Dang, I don't wanna use my brain lol. Here goes nothing.))

The world was harsh, and cruel, and so were most of it's inhabitants, but at this point, that's all they were used to. Thankfully they weren't alone to face it, as most groups had, well, made groups. Of course there were stragglers, loners who were paranoid enough they only wanted the cold wind at their back and not cold steel. But they didn't usually last too long, as it was a harsh environment, and everything was scarce. So a group was your best bet, even if you did have to always keep one eye open, at least if you were human or vampire...

Unlike them, the wolves were a team, they were loyal creatures, who rarely even had the thought of betray cross their minds. A female wolf was currently crossing the icy plains, looking identical to the wild wolves that also roamed these frozen plains that had once been central park. Her pale golden eyes scanned the grey horizon, eyes narrowed against the harsh wind and sharp little ice pellets that pelted her. She didn't pause though, she had a goal to get too, and she wasn't going to delay. She was on a mission for her alphas, and even though the weather was turning to something even worse, she was going to complete it.

A soft huff of breath escaped her, but it was too cold for her breath to be seen even, thankfully her thick fur kept her mostly warm. But she knew when it got dark, not even her fur would save her from the cold, and she wanted to be wall back before then. But thankfully in that moment, she spotted what she was looking for, and broke from her easy run into a flat out sprint as she headed towards the little cluster of what looked like shrubs, but it was just the top of trees in the park that humans hadn't got to yet, and it was the perfect hiding spot. Clearly the deer that had been laying in the branches had been hoping the wolf would pass by so it could find better shelter, but it hadn't been lucky.

Deer were rare, they weren't as well adapted as buffalo and the reindeer and caribou, but some had survived, and they were easy for a lone wolf to take down, as opposed to the other pray that was around. The female wolf took down the creature without much of a struggle and panted a bit. She snarled softly at the wind and grabbed the deer's throat and began dragging it, needing too get it back to shelter, but the wind was picking up more then she'd like, and she was cursing this forsaken ice land.

~~~~~

Lucian glowered at the dead human, barely a meal and barely warm, but the starving, half frozen creature had satiated his appetite. He licked his lips and headed down the marble hall, his shoes clicking softly as he headed to the room where he fire was, and the... pseudo leaders of the vampires were, "We need new feeders, we are getting low, and with this recent cold snap, we have lost many of the weaker stock." he said as he sat down, "Such a sad thing, the cattle we have is so... delicate." he said with a soft tsk. Humans were nothing more then a meal, and they were getting harder to find because of the wolves, and the darn Shelter, that kept gathering them in, if only they could take that over, then they'd be set...

~~~

At said shelter, the humans were all gathering inside as the weather got colder, the last of the patrols were returning as the wind picked up. All were tested at the door by grabbing silver, which sucked, since the metal was freezing cold, but it was a safety precaution. The last scout in was a taller, lean man, Alek, who wasn't overly friendly, but he did his job and he did it well, he touched the bar and entered, dragging behind the sled of assorted animals. When the world was over, you couldn't be picky about what you ate. One of the kitchen staff took the sled and he pushed his hoof back and took off the ski goggles, looking around for his... well what would be the nearest thing to, a friend

[Shellpepper]

Danika paced in her small, earthy den. She wore stretchy black pants and a burnt-orange shirt with a v-neck and short sleeves. Her black hair fell over her shoulders in mostly uniform waves. A low fire in the corner kept this small, earth-insulated dwelling plenty warm for the hot-blooded inhabitants of this village. She was nervous, which was a startlingly infrequent feeling for the centuries old alpha. She worried at a lock of her hair, ignoring the cool observation of her brother, who was sitting across the room. He leaned against the wall with his feet kicked out in front of him. His arms were crossed over is black long sleeve shirt, and his booted feet stuck out from the bottoms of his dark yet well worn jeans.
"You shouldn't have let Kit go alone," Danika said again, softly.
Viktor smiled softly. "Oh, D," he sighed. "You worry too much. It's cold, to be sure, but nothing she can't handle. She's strong."
Danika shot him a piercing look. "I know you're worried for her," she accused. "I can smell it. And of course she's strong but this isn't a question of strength, it's the weather. She's going to push herself, you know she is."
The brother sighed, and the sister crossed her arms. "Well, if you're so worried, I'll go look for her then," Viktor said casually. He stood up and walked to the door. Just after he stepped out into the cold, he stripped and burst from his skin into that of his stronger self. He took off to find Kit.

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In the throne room, Nisp perched lightly on the arm of her throne next to her husband's. Layers of purple and red lace and silk floated and cascaded around her slim frame like tendrils of smoke. Her pale white chest was largely exposed, a couple sacred drops of scarlet staining her stone-like skin. Her head cocked and brilliant red curls spilled over her bare shoulder as she watched her favorite human shaking and whimpering on the ground. She pouted, dismayed by the human's weakness. Because Shawna was so close to death, Nisp was being forced to go with perpetually smaller meals from her, which the vampire queen was not pleased about! When Lucian walked in, Nisp's attention snapped to him at once. She looked up, ecstatic to have a reprieve from the monotony of her day, and listened to him with a raised eyebrow.
Brach sighed. He'd been watching his queen and was loathe to suffer an interruption of any sort. "Then, by all means, go and fetch some," he suggested, sounding bored as he turned to look at Lucian.
"Brach! You wouldn't send our Lucian out hunting! That work is for... others," Nisp scolded as she climbed to crouch atop the back of her throne, one of her white legs dangling down the back of the seat, entirely exposed beneath folded layers of her flowing gown. She watched her husband's eyes move to Lucian and then locked her purple gaze on the tall, dark male as soon as she was freed from her husband's attention and swung her leg slowly across the back of the chair, he fingers playing with the folded up hem at her hip. "Send less worthy vampires. Lucian is... a favorite of the court." She looked Lucian up and down as she said this and smiled, a fang hooked on her lower lip, not for her husband to see. She so loved games...

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Aria watched the line of heavily bundled up scouts and patrols shuffle back into the stone halls of Shelter. When a familiar figure shuffled in last, she got up from the picnic table she'd been sitting at and walked toward him. She punched his padded arm hard and fell in step beside him. "Do any good out there?" she asked. She was bitter, her father had banned her from today's excursion for a minor infraction.

[ShadowHunteress]

Kit was huffing and panting as she dragged the deer, but she was still about two kilometres away, which wasn't very far, but as the temperature kept dropping, and she could practically feel the deer freezing as she dragged it, she knew it was far enough. But she was a stubborn wolf, always trying to prove herself, and doing this hunt alone was one of those things. She kept up her pace though, but as it got colder, she felt the ice biting at her paws, she knew it was getting to that point where she would be starting to get cold, even with her thick coat. But then she saw something on the horizon, and she knew exactly what it was. She didn't let go of the deer as she headed to Viktor, her pale golden eyes narrowing even more as she looked at the larger wolf. A huff escaped her though, she was just glad her nose was in the warm deer's fur at this point to keep her warm. This wasn't normal, and they both knew it, it shouldn't be getting this cold this early, so she wasn't as bothered as she usually would be by Viktor coming to check on her.

~~

Lucian looked at Nisp, and then Brach, as they spoke, "Mmm, I agree with your wife, I will not lower myself to the level of the new rabble we have." he said as he smirked at Brach and took a seat in an old chair, knowing his intrusion would bother the King, but it was not him that mattered. His eyes wandered up to Nisp and he watched her with keen interest. He did enjoy the games he had with his Queen, as complicated and high stakes as they were, it made everything so much more exciting, especially in this cold and dull world.

~~
Alek looked over at her as he was punched, he chuckled a little, "Oh yes, brought us dog meat, the best kind." he said as he walked with her, "And how about you? Did you become the perfect shelter dweller?" he asked with a teasing grin. "You are lucky yur father just banned you for the day, after you got me shot, I didn't think he was ever going to let you out."

[Shellpepper]

So, I started replying to this the other day... Had Viktor's all the way done and most of Nisp's done and I got logged off! That hasn't happened in AGES. I was highly displeased. So here we go again, feeling a little like I'm trying to recreate a masterpiece but won't succeed...

Viktor found Kit relatively easily and ran toward her on all fours until he was about 10 meters from her. He slowed then, and stood up on his long hind legs to better appraise Kit and her kill. Good work, he complimented her as he walked toward her, thick shoulders slightly stooped over narrow hips. Let me carry it the rest of the way, you've done all the work so far. He watched her with curious eyes, knowing she wouldn't like to feel like she was giving up. He had always admired that about her. The end of the world was no time for quitters.

-----

Brach laughed a barking, cold laugh and Nisp shot a brief, apprehensive look at him as she sensed his irritation rising. It was all so tantalizing, these games Lucian played with her, but if her husband lost patience... He was the most powerful vampire in the clan. His temper was legendary. He'd won his throne by killing the old king and had sat upon it for centuries. Now his wife teased his lord while the lord teased the king. If she'd had a heart, she thought perhaps it might beat a little faster in these deliciously volatile moments wherein so many things could be explosive if Brach only looked around or lost patience...
"You'll do as you're told," Brach said firmly, though he sounded somewhat bored again. The moment had passed, and Nisp looked back at Lucian, bringing her hand from her hem to toss her vibrant red ringlets over her shoulder. Then, watching the vampire lord, she slid her fingers from her hair and slowly down her neck, following the line of her vein with her razor sharp fingernail hovering over her porcelain skin.
For vampires, introducing venom to their blood streams produced an exquisitely pleasureful sensation. Vampires often drank each others blood as part of their mating rituals, and Nisp's blood had never been tasted by any other than her husband and her king, the one who had changed her. As such, her skin had been pierced along her vein, her collar bones which she now traced, and her chest many times. Luckily for the usually egocentric species, vampires heal extraordinarily quickly and they do not scar.
Nisp wondered... what would Lucian's venom feel like in her veins?
"My darling," Nisp cooed, "Send the Dragon and his group out. They always find fresh bleeders. It's not just Lucian who craves a dripping feast. You need to wet your tongue as well." She smiled and her nails slid over her unduly exposed chest.

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Aria laughed when he asked about her being a perfect citizen. "As if," she chided. She nearly punched him again for bringing up the whole shooting thing... "Maybe if you weren't so attention-grabbing, that brainless twit wouldn't have missed her target," she said instead.