(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

The blue girl floated three feet above the ground, eyeing Moira's wound hungrily. Artyom was currently in the water, building a defensive attack if needed. Ruber stayed next to Moira, an arm wrapped around her just in case he needed to pull her away.

"Oh, no one...Just the landowner." She spoke and floated toward a nearby tree. She yanked on one of the roots, pulling it straight out of the ground to reveal the letter 'M' carved into it, "See? I'm 'M'. This is my place. Now get out."

[miraphoenix]

Growling dangerously as the strange floaty person eyed her now-bleeding wound with a hungry gaze, Moira showed no interest in leaving whatsoever. "Color me unimpressed. You could have just carved that a few moments ago, while we were asleep, giving you the same claim to this land as we do!" she spat back, feeling Ruber's arm around her waist.

[Wormgod]

Johnny paled and stepped back as a chuckle rang through their heads, and something slowly appeared above them. What the he** are you!?

The girl rolled her eyes, "Please. There was grass growing around this tree. If I carved my initial in this root, the dirt would be disturbed. Did you see any disturbed dirt? No. Now let me drink your red and I might let you three live here." She snapped and stood on the ground, licking her lips. Oddly enough, her tongue was a very light shade of pink, barely red at all.

[miraphoenix]

Who, you mean. said a sonorous male voice with just a hint of insanity and laughter. I am Yog-Sothoth, Master of Gates Between Worlds. Surely Cthulhu told you of me? Or did you really make Cthulhu forget itself? Yes, I know of the second chance granted by Azathoth; everyone does here.

"Now I do...." Moira muttered under her breath, flicking a little dirt off of her arm. "Wait... My...red? You mean blood?" she asked, looking a little confused.

[Wormgod]

((Sorry, but I've got WB for Johnny, Tiamat, and Mr. Evil Tentacle Monster.))

The vampire chick laughed. The world was her amusement, and this orca-girl was especially amusing, "Yes, your delicious tomato-colored juices. Are your ear-holes working properly? I don't want to catch anything." She teased. Slowly, behind her, Artyom moved in for an attack, while Ruber reached for a sharpened tree branch next to him.

[miraphoenix]

((Yog-Sothoth: What an...interesting nickname for me, little God....
That's fine! We both know where this is going, after all....))

"My ears are working fine, thanks!" Moira growled, glaring daggers at the vampire. "It's just that I thought your kind was strictly relegated to stories and to folklore. Just so long as you don't turn me into a vampire or kill me, fine. Go ahead." She could see Artyom moving in for the attack, and gave him a look, hoping to get him to calm down.

[Wormgod]

((Me: All part of the job. ))

The vampire laughed again, "Oh please. You have to drink my red to do that." She said. She knew perfectly well what Art and Ruber were closing in for, but she didn't care, "My name's Marceline. How about you, orca-girl?" She asked and lightly rubbed her hand on Moira's wound. The blood gathered in her cupped palm, and she brought it to her face and used her fangs to draw the red out. Once she was done, the blood was completely white. It was still there, all thick and gooey as it hardened, but it was just...white, "Do you want to keep this? I knew this one man who did." She teased.

[miraphoenix]

((Me: *pokes Yog-Sothoth* Of all the Elder Gods, he's the one who looks the most like the Flying Spaghetti Monster... XD))

"My name's Moira, Marceline," Moira said with a slight bow from her waist, tensing a little as Marceline placed a hand on her wound. Looking at the now-white and congealed blood with a strange expression on her face, she shook her head. "I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you," she said as politely as she could. What a strange vampire....

[Wormgod]

((XD I think I saw a picture of him in my dad's Cthulhu D and D guide. But that might ave been Azothoth...or just a random tentacle monster.))

Marceline smiled and tossed the white-blood behind her, making a point to aim at Artyom, "So now that that's over...Would you mind telling your boyfriends to calm down?" She said.

[miraphoenix]

((Did it look like this?))

"They're not my boyfriends, just friends," Moira muttered, knowing that Marceline wouldn't believe her. "Artyom, Ruber. Please relax... She's not going to hurt you, unless you hurt her first, at which point she'll be in the right, anyway."