Thread: Who's Afraid of the Bid Bad Wolf?

LuanaBlodwyn said How long had it been since she had seen sunlight? When they slept she worked, when they woke she sleptmostly. They were horrible monsters. Beautiful in their own right, flawless creatures, however they were cold and cruel. They cared nothing for anyone but themselves and their war with the lycans. Ivah sat on her stool, it was getting late at night but her work wasnt done. She hated to be awake when they rose to dominate the night. Nothing but monsters and those that took the war very seriously would not hesitate to bother her. How long had it been since she had been taken? She had long since lost count. There was no day and night for herthere was darkness and sleeping. She worked in a dark room, with only her desk lamp for company, as too many light hurt their eyes. It was a tell tale sign when one came to visit when the lamps were extinguished in the room. She poured over weapon after weapon, perfecting things to destroy the Lycan. It was her genius that had created the liquid arrow. The head would shatter after penetrating the lycans body releasing silver into the veins of the Lycans. She had invented the silver net launchers and the boot knives. Day after day, working and perfecting. The worse part was the clothing she was forced to wear. They were not satisfied with simple clothes for their inventor, no. Their attire was regal and dramatic, she was no exception. She wore a dress that should be a childs dress. Twenty eight years of age and they dressed her like a child. The dress was black with a wide skirt, filled with chiffon to make it stick out. The hem of the skirt ended halfway up her thighs. Long white stockings crawled up her calves to her knees and black leather shoes sat on her feet. The dress had a bodice, the only thing that proved she was not eight. It pincered her stomach in and pushed her breasts up, wildly exaggerating the normal size of them. Her hair of bright red was elegantly curled and set into pig tails. She was painted up to almost give the appearance of a doll. The final bit was a lacey choker about her neck. It tied gently in the back and hid a myriad of scars. Anytime her work ran late she was subject to their biting. The blood they had stored away was hardly enough. They craved fresh blood and no human who worked under them was exempt. How long had it been since she had been bitten? Once she understood that working into the night led to a feeding she made sure her work was done. She worked furiously on her weapon, trying to finish it before they stirred. It was a marvel of engineering. A small, wrist mounted crossbow and each bolt was a smaller version of her liquid silver arrows. So you are here, angel? She heard the silky tone behind her. Andrej was always the first to her work station if she worked late. Her blood ran cold as she heard his footsteps. Just about to go, she said as she set it down and made to leave. OhI think not he cooed, grabbing her hand and pulling the human close to his cold body. She shivered, an unsettling cold in her stomach, as he untied the lace choker. You leave so earlydo you not want attention, sweet little one? He questioned as he held her head still to look in her eyes. Those green eyes glazed over and her mind went blank. The vampire dipped his head and fed upon his prey. Just enough to enjoy, not enough to kill or even turn. Her body went slack and the vampire lifted her up. He deposited her body on the chair as he withdrew his fangs from her neck. Mmmdelightful as ever he said lowly as she slumped forward. Her body felt weak, notably drained. Do finish your work petno one likes a lazy human. Click to expand... Kolath said Marric stood on top of a high roof looking down over the streets around the lair. They had spent years, and many lives trying to find this place. It had been several years since the tide of the long standing war with the vampires had turned. For centuries they had just held each other in balance neither side gaining ground on the other. The Lycans didn't care for the vampires being there, but were just as happy to not be wiped off the face of the earth. When the vampires started implying these new weapons in their war it changed everything. The Lycans did their best to try and change as well but they lacked the creativity needed. That was something that Marric didn't understand, the Lycans didn't have the creativity to keep up with the vampires in their weapons, where were the vampires getting this rush from? Muses weren't allowed to employ their skills on either race, so by all that was fair the two should have remained in a dead lock. That however was not the case. The sun was just starting to set as Marric stood on the roof top, feeling the urge to change from his human form getting stronger. No Lycan wanted to stay in human form more then was needed, but they would when it was needed. As the moon rose the urge would only get stronger. The sun was nearly down, the vampires would be waking for their night of terror soon. But for this moment the only defense they had were the human thralls they had not yet turned. Down in the street below there was a soft bark from a large wolf like dog in the street, and Marric smirked shaking his head. That was the message that all the pack was in position, the time had come, he just wished they could come up with something else then a bark. He sighed and let the change push through him forcing his fur to grow, his face elongating, and his ears shifting up higher on his head to grow in to the long points. He growled softly then tossed his head back and howled to the moon signaling the attack. Answering howls were heard all around the building that sat on top of the enclave. The warriors of his pack struck hard, only a few falling to the cursed arrows, as the Thralls were weakest right near sundown. The few vampires that were awake and alert enough to fight crossed fang and claw with their silver swords and daggers. This wasn't just a extermination raid the pack was too weak for that, there was only one goal to this. Marric was moving quickly for that goal as the fighting intensified. He came to the door that their information said led to the inventors workshop. Not even slowing as he bowled into some pompous blood sucker that had just closed the door. He knocked the wind out of the overly dressed fool and proceeded to rip the door from its hinges laying it across the fallen vampire. His blood lust was up ready to kill the next vampire he saw, expecting it to be the inventor of all their problems. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. For a brief moment the clothes and hair made him think that it was nothing then a little human girl. He blinked taking it in again seeing the bite marks on her neck and the rather large endowment that marked her as not a little girl. The clothes she wore disgusted him that the vampires would demean her like that was horrifying to him. Not having his cloak anymore he couldn't do anything to cover her with, but that would be fixed later. There was no way that he could kill her like he had planned when the attack began. Dropping to his knee in front of her he gently reached up brushing her cheek, his midnight black fur standing out in stark contrast to her pale skin. Clearly she had been down here for awhile, it was time to change that. He gently brushed her cheek, Hey, are you alright? he saw the bite mark but was hoping that she wasn't too drained to respond. Click to expand... LuanaBlodwyn said There was a commotion, Ivah could hear it from her workshop. She had barely the energy to move her arms let alone expend much on worrying what was happening. It was probably another mock battle. Not even for any sort of drill, the vampires grew so bored they would fight one another for funor make their humans fight. Luckily she was always exempt from such activities, they needed her alive not maimed in a fight to the death. Then the door was ripped from its hinges. No, something different was going on. The human had little strength or will to even turn to look. She didnt need to. Only a few moments later she felt a warm, oddly soft hand on her cheek. She opened her eyes only a little but then they shot open. Instinct and adrenaline took over, never mind the question and gentle voice. She sucked in breath as if she was about to scream and made to scramble away from the anthromorphic wolf but found her legs would hardly support her. With all the grace of a one legged swan she and the work stool clattered to the floor. She held up an arm in a poor attempt to shield her from the wolf. Please.please dont kill me.that was it for her strength and the adrenaline. Her arm dropped to the stone floor as she looked up at the wolf. A mixture of terror and yet acceptance on her face. Even healthy she wouldnt be able to outrun the lycan. He would be here for revenge. It was her hands that had made the tools to kill his brethren. Im sorry.Im so sorry she breathed out, trembling a little. Alright so she was a bit of a coward. She made weapons for the vampires so they would not kill her. Now one of those she made the weapons to kill was there for revenge. How could she expect such a monster to respond to such pleas? Of course, the kindness in his voice and that gentle touch had been completely lost on her in her surprise and terror. Click to expand...