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Thread: ~ukeshadow~ and ~naochan~

Kyrian rolled his eyes as he glanced down at the angel. Then he looked at his watch and sighed softly. The sun was going to come up soon. He wouldn't be able to make it anywhere else in time. He could only move so fast.
Thread: ~ukeshadow~ and ~naochan~

Tani sighed and then looked around again but stayed where he was. He hated this weak feeling and his neck still hurt some even though it was healed. It felt tender. Tani sighed as he looked up at the ceiling seeing if there was any holes he could go throw but there wasn't.
Thread: ~ukeshadow~ and ~naochan~

Kyrian watched Tani with some amusement in his eyes. This wouldn't be so bad if you just let me have you, he pointed out with a small nod, raising his eyebrows at him. If you would just crawl onto my lap and unleash the sinful you.
Thread: I have a crush on my weather girl. D:

!-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m -- Scroll down a bit for a picture. Every time she comes on to do the weather I'm like STFU everybody! D Do you have any silly crushes on news anchors, weather girls, or anything like that?
Thread: I have a crush on my weather girl. D:

Noooooooooooo... looks at Shovel with an odd grimace I've been sexually attracted to actors, but not locals. They're far too plain or ugly for me to be sexually attracted.
Thread: I have a crush on my weather girl. D:

To give advice that was totally not asked for getting in touch with a weather girl is easy! Just one of the following pickup lines! I think I feel a high pressure front coming in. In my pants. Hey baby. Want to read my barometer? The weather is looking nice today. Wanna' fuck? Hey, I saw you on the weather the other day. Then I saw you naked. In my mind. You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all night long. Naked. And screaming.
Thread: Life in the Land of the Dead (Methos and nymphetamine)

At mid-day the countryside was fairly clear if desolate. The ruins of a highway overpass could be seen, and shattered farms littered the gently rolling hills about them. It was quiet and rather still, which was something to be thankful for at the very least. Sigurd scanned the horizon with steely blue eyes. He saw the ruins of a city before him, evidently humanity had been chased from the surrounding area here as well. Hed been leading a band of survivors since their settlement had been overwhelmed. Hed left for several weeks to scavenge the lands beyond, and returned to find a few survivors Now a dozen survivors followed him as they marched through countryside. They all slowly fell in behind him as they noted him scrutinizing the city before them. He had a talent for recovering food, weaponry and supplies, in addition to being their best fighter. Thus none was little question that where he went they followed. Now they sought another human settlement and whatever supplies could be had along the way. Desolate wilderness or not he was something of a site to behold. He stood a towering six feet and four inches and had a broad span at the shoulders. A muscular form was complimented by a steely blue eyes and a mane of golden blonde hair. Put a horned helmet upon his head and hed look the spitting image of Hollywoods version of a Viking. But his garb was simply sturdy black boots and camouflaged pan and a shirt of the same colouration. Although Kevlar was worn beneath the camouflaged clothing giving it a slightly bulky look. An assault riffle was slung across his shoulder, while a pack had another riffle bound to it, several pistols hung at his thighs while a machete and a sledge hammer were kept handy as well. They hadnt run across the undead in the last several days. Although looking at the city he wondered if it could be as deserted as it appeared. But they could use some supplies and who knew what it held? For that matter it was shelter and a chance to guess where the closest human settlement would be. He noted the expected looks of those following him and he nodded We go into the ruins. he stated rather evenly. His following was perhaps fortunate in some respects. He had nine men and 3 women trailing after him. That disparity was problematic and a source of tension. Although kept in check to some degree as all three women had been married to one of the men who followed him. That an most of them knew each other from the settlement, some were even related. Yet all the same, those without resented those that had. As he trudged towards the city he idly thought that if they didnt find a settlement with women eventually things would get out of hand.
Thread: Life in the Land of the Dead (Methos and nymphetamine)

She awake yet? God damn, she tanked that mother-fucker like a pro dude! Shh. I think she moved. Emily... Emily? A pair of bright baby blue's flickered open wide, a man, dressed in all black with a white band in the collar around his throat, with silvery hair and gentle eyes stared down into them. His wrinkled hand brushed back short strands of hair from those eyes. You are alright girl, that was dumb, but you are alright. It seems God still has some faith in us after all. The confused eyes finally snapped back into reality. She was in the ruins of a small town, which used to be a farming community. Around the small group were ruined shops, stalls and houses. With a groan the body of those blue eyes tried to sit up. She was in rough condition. Her once long strawberry locks were cut short after a zombie had grabbed hold of them by her own hand, mind you, her shirt was torn, she wore no shoes and her leg seemed to be twisted pretty bad. Her pale skin was riddled with purple-green bruises and scabs, and scars lingered over healed wounds. She had a rather soft, innocent face with full lips and a round button nose. Her skin was ivory and her hair smooth and silky. Emily looked about them, there was a pile of bodies. Zombie bodies. Beside the pile was a discarded semi-machine gun and a few melee weapons. All hers. What the fuck happened? All too soon, the four males she was with started talking at once. Before the Priest shut them up. A horde of them rushed us while we were down, you attempted-- She noted the stress on his words, to take them out yourself while we suited back up. Emptied your clips on them and then tried to melee them down. Thankfully, you were not bitten. Her eyes gazed over the scene. Something was missing, no. Someone. She countered herself, the Priest, the twin boys with tanned skin and caramel hair, and the large black male who was always very quiet and calm... There was a female missing. Not that Emily liked her much, the screaming blond lady who refused to handle weaponry wasn't around. Where the hell is she?
Thread: Life in the Land of the Dead (Methos and nymphetamine)

He managed to keep everyone in line. They all fell in behind in with their weapons in hands. They kept together and he as he looked down the line, they all seemed to be paying attention to their surroundings. If nothing else he deemed these things to be positive. He had no idea what awaited them in the ruins below. But there was really only one way to find out. If nothing else time had taught him to dislike the unknown and to mistrust the familiar. His boots crunched down on the earth beneath them, crushing blades of grass as he went. Slowly the torn buildings below began to loom closer. He raised his riffle and let its site stray in front of him. Although as yet he fought nothing to disturb him or otherwise cause concern. He approached the first one that was visible and peered into the shadows within it. He flicked on a flashlight and thereafter began to scout around inside it, in search of anything useful. But his head turned as he heard a scream coming from the far side of the building. Thus he slipped out of the ruin and beyond its shadow he saw a blonde woman who strangely lacked any sort of weapon about to get mobbed by a quartet of zombies. He didnt wait for back up but simply switched his gun to automatic and thereafter took rather careful aim. Zombies were not observant creatures so a red dot appearing on the back of one of their heads was neither noticed nor of any concern until the sound of an automatic weapon spraying bullets and caused one of their numbers heads to erupt like a ripe watermelon. That definitely got their attention. As the creatures turned towards him, he swivelled his aim to the second creature and with equal precision a line of bullets struck it first in the neck and then in the head. Dropping it to the ground where it twitched and then was still. Two dead zombies yet that left a pair of them closing on him with rather rapid speed. He back pedalled from them, keeping a pretty steady rate of fire as he did so. There was little sense risking melee with the creatures. He pumped a few bullets into both their bodies and then the rest of his crew had arrived and the zombies were finished off with a flurry of small arms fire tearing them apart. After the zombies had been dealt with - naturally making enough noise to attract the attention of anyone whom was not already dead. At which point Sigurd remarked what the hell is that woman doing out here all by herself and without any weapons? Both of those things made exactly zero sense to him. He pointed his gun at the woman as he remarked Careful now though - I couldnt see if she was bitten.
Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

Julia Barnett was looking over her latest score. She had hit up a high end hotel expecting the usual jewelry, high quality clothing and cash but she didn??t find much in that room. She wanted to hit up another but she had set her own rules a very long time ago and she was not going to break them now. One was very simple, never take from more than one room a night. It always made things much easier even if she didn??t get much. Everything she had from her latest hit was laid out in the wooden table in front of her. The table was made by her hands, she could easily steal one but she didn??t want to have to dig it in. That was one of the reasons she had a hole so big, it would have been a mole hole if everything she stole could fit through a mole hole. Standing over the table her copper hair fell over her slightly pointed ears. It was not long, just barely long enough the brush the tops of her shoulders. A smile was painted of lusciously red lips as she looked over everything. It was strange this one. There had been a locked suitcase and rather then open it there she took it back. The lock had been a bit tricky but she got it. Being a master thief she doubted that there was any lock she couldn??t open. Now her golden eyes looked over the assortment of weapons she had recently come into. It was a fascinating take but slightly worry some. Who had she stolen from that would keep such a collection of different weapons with them? Unfortunately she was about to find out. Barely pointed ears picked up a voice outside and her heart sped. It seemed that somehow she had been tracked. She didn??t think it was possible. No human could ever find her, she was too careful for that. She wondered what to do but knew she had to do something. There were a few hiding holes around there, fast as a rabbit and silently as she could she began to hide her things, changing her form as she did so. As she moved about the place she got shorter, her pale skin took on a tan color, her golden eyes deepened to dirt brown. Her copper her curled and changed to a dirty blond that looked especially dirty. Her outfit went from being a something similar to a stable boy to dirty tatters of a dress. By the end of it she truly did look like a sad, pathetically lost child. This was the point of it, people rarely could bring themselves to hard children. Though her appearance was disguised she was not content to sit and wait, once always hidden she began to walk through the two rooms and come up with another escape plan should she need it. She desperately did not want to get caught again.listulistulistu
Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

Elliot sighed as he got no response from his bandit. Getting on his knees he tilted his head toward the hole listening inside. The girl move so stealthily he could barely follow her movements. However the fact that he heard the slightest of movements within the den was all he needed. He stood to his feet and stretched a bit, his wings stretching to an incredible five feet. There was a strange dark wind that rustled the trees around them his body levitating in the air. His eyes lit up like Christmas lights at night. The were a glowing red, that would silence even the most of ferocious beasts. Elliot??s lips parted slowly, his fangs growing passed his bottom lip. He grunted, a growl escaping his clenched teeth as a disturbing bone cracking sound started up. The nails on his pail hands grew into long claws, his back arching, his legs twisting inward in and odd manner. His clothes began to shrink and hang on his body as it began to shrink. The cracking sound had gotten louder and much worse as his body had begun to completely modify itself. Several moments later he had morphed into a bat. His clothes were on the forest floor now as he fluttered down to the den, slipping into the tunnel. Whoever had taken his shit would pay dearly. He couldn??t see for nothing, but his hearing had gotten a lot better. Once he had gotten passed the tunnel, the space widened just enough for his human form. ??How convenient?.? He thought. Since he wasn??t in his bat form for much time, transforming back to his human form took less than a minute. He grabbed the handle of the door and pushed it open with so much for, he would pop whatever lock was on it. He wasn??t in the mood to play anymore games? Or play a mister nice guy. He wanted his things and e wanted them now. Not only that, he wanted to make the thief suffer for making him shape shift? He was in awe when he stepped inside. Never would he have expected to see such inside of a den?then again the door should have given that away. Upon wandering her little hiding space he caught a glimpse of the blonde walking. ??A raggedy little thing? I wonder how she managed to get into my room.? He thought as he began to pursue her. He hoped she didn??t have another super secret hiding place, he also hope she wouldn??t run? However his bare body would probably do just that. On his way through one of the rooms he snatched up a stray blanket and wrapped it around his waist. ??Err?hey girl?? he began unsure of how he should address her.listu listulistu
Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

Her mind raced with her heart towards somewhere she did not know and left her in a panic. No one had ever followed her out of the city let alone to her den! She didn't know who this man was but she certainly didn't want to find out. She was glad she put a lock on the door and dug the burrow deep and narrow as she did. It was big enough for the thing's she stole and a child sized body to fit through, so looking like a dirt covered child wasn't a bad cover, if only the ceiling wasn't tall enough for an adult. Still, despite this she did her best to try and think of ways to make it look like a child lived here but hard as she tried she couldn't, not with such a short amount of time at least. She heard the door frame break as the still locked lock was pushed through, for half a second she stood gaping in shock when the horrible realization dawned upon her. This man can't be human! She dashed to the only hiding space that she thought she might be able to hide in, a small nook behind a curtain of moss. The moss was good for the cave to help keep some fresh air down there but it also covered at the time what had been a building error, she was embarrassed to admit it but it came in surprisingly useful now. One time some months ago she had taken a case and found an assortment of different kinds of liqueur. Wondering if they were worth anything she sample done, then another, then another... then she was naked. Drunkenly she had stumbled through her home making all kinds of plans for it as though she had a cabin and wanted to redecorate. She picked out ceiling tiles, thought of different kinds of furniture she could get, made a plan to board the floor and even, to much shame, started a chimney. She was just happy that she passed out before she got very far into it. However she did get about three feet in and two feet tall, just enough for a hiding hole that a child could crawl into but she had never thought she would ever use it in this way. Her thoughts still racing she tried to put together the pieces of what happened. That night had been like any other night, she went into town, stole something that looked valuable, returned to her burrow, and that was when it stopped being normal. Inside had been weapon, lots of different kinds and the person who owned them, she had no doubt, knew how to use every one of them. Then he had managed to get down her burrow a lot faster then he should have and when he came in, she had noticed, he was naked. She concluded that he must have shapeshifted to get down there but she knew he wasn't like her, he was something else. Looking around she realized she had also hidden the box in the space and mentally cursed herself for it but then she got an idea. The went into the open case, looking at everything inside she pulled out a wicked looking dagger. She hated the thing and how it felt in her hands but she had her back to the wall and she didn't know how long it would be before he found her.
Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

Elliot sighed heavily as he ran his fingers through his golden hair. So the little twerp was refusing to come out? Well it looked like he would have to seek her out. It shouldn??t be too hard. He could smell a whiff of himself mixed with that odd scent floating around somewhere close. It was so weird. Usually he could tell all about a person just by their scent, but with hers it seemed impossible. Out of all centuries he??s lived through, for once in his lifetime there was somebody who fooled even him. ??Come now child there??s no reason for you to hide? I won??t do anything to harm you? I just want my things?..if you know where they are just bring them to me?.? He said loudly, his voice seeming to echo throughout the girl??s den. ??Fuck?? he cursed to himself when he got no response. He grabbed the edge of her bed flipping it over. ??Pffft?nothing?? he murmured as he began to turn tables over and ripping drawers our of her dresser. ??God please come on out?.I??m not in the mood for your little game of hide and go seek?.? He commented as he stood in the middle of the room, slender finger running through his hair again only to grip with frustration. He took one last look around the room, standing before he got onto his knees. Perhaps there was a secret trap door. He was all over her floors knocking, feeling like a compete idiot. Finally he came over to the spot where she was hiding, a peculiar curtain of moss hanging. He sat on the floor before the curtain, his legs folded pretzel style, placing his hand upon his chin in a thinking manner. There could be a compartment there?. The vampire thought as he stared at it. But perhaps it wasn??t and he wound up making himself look even more like a fool. She might have not even still be inside the den. She could have been long gone somewhere with his goods. Even with that thought pricking at the back of his mind, in spite of his thoughts he slowly reached forward. Grabbing at the curtain he snatched it away?. listulistu
Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

Hearing his voice rattled her. He was there, in her den, in her home The place that she had dug out by hand, made everything that she couldn't fit through the entrance, designed a water trap so the rains wouldn't flood it. This was a city she had been robbing for at least the past ten years. With only one crime a night, and a small one at that, she had managed to fly below police radar. Everything had been perfect, no one was ever able to follow her out here. No one even came this far out here. It was the one place where she could be safe form everyone. After the attempted inhalation of her species she was left slightly scared and she needed a place that she felt was safe, a place she could call home. An now it wasn't safe because he was here. he was here in her home. He wasn't threatening, he even seemed to imply that she would go unharmed if she just gave him back his things. She sat there, thinking. If she just gave them back many he would leave, he would leave her alone and she could go back to the way hat thing's used to be. She spent a while rolling it around in her mind before she heard a noise. She jumped and covered her ears, it was loud and her ears were sensitive to noise, she was just glad she had managed not to make a sound when it startled her. Even covering her ears she still knew what he was doing. He wasn't just in her home, he was taring it apart! All of the time and the hard work she put into everything and he was just destroying it! Her gave hardened when he asked, again, for her to come out. He didn't know where she was, however he had followed her from the city it wasn't working now. The child released her ears and crawled forward until she was right on the other side of the moss. Once there she positioned herself, ready to spring out and stab him if he came this way. She could only see some movement through the moss but it was enough to tell he was even checking her floorboards for places that she might be and even his things. When he started towards where she was she backed up just a bit, still preparing to strike. She could just barely see him because of the candles she used to light her cabin, the darkness in her 'hole' would hide her well but it left her to watch him just sitting there and wondering if she was there. She watched his hand moving slowly and at the last second a memory flashed before her eyes, the reason she couldn't bring herself to kill him. The light flooded into the hole and exposed the child holding the knife, the girl hesitated before bringing the knife down on his legs. The way he was sitting she thought it might be enough to escape and he could still survive. After bringing it down, hit or miss, she was to panicked to check, she attempted a bolt at the door. She wouldn't be able to come back but if she could just get out of there she could build a den elsewhere and at least she'd be alive.