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Fantasy We All Bleed Red in the End {Reboot}
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Chronically Bored Teen
Samantha Arithua Hallow ~ Beta
Stretched out on the sofa was a muscular girl that had hair that rolled down her back in loose red curls that tickled her shoulder blades. Samantha lay on her side resting on her forearm gazing out the window at the world outside. That evening was when the other lower ranking lycan that had been invited to the mansion would arrive. Sam's eyes were trained on the window, staring at a point between two evergreen trees that faded into a forest that she had gone running through that morning before breakfast.
It was unprecedented that under the circumstances more wolves would be joining them when down the hall, wretched bloodsuckers roamed.
Shifting her weight, the girl rose and approached the open bar that had been so graciously provided with a bounce in her step. Something about the modern architecture and design put her in a good mood. The drastic difference dependent on the design down on the other side of the mansion. How could a building so old and archaic be so appealing to their kind? Perhaps since they are so ancient, they enjoy the company of stones that are close to their age.
Lowering herself onto a barstool, she reached for the open bottle of whisky across the table with red manicured nails that positively shone in the lights of the open room. Pouring the whisky into a glass, she watched it spiral into the bottom like a paper plane. Placing the bottle on the table, Samantha raised the glass to her lips and sipped on the strong beverage.
Prince Jenson Conor Rey
The norwegian princes blond hair ruffled in the soft evening wind as he stood outside on the cobblestone patio. That evening was particularly enthralling as he had come out of his room, and sulking session to spend time it its glory. When his invitation from the council arrived he thought it would be a good experience for him. How wrong he had been. As a small gust of evening wind blew by him gently the tips of his toes curled in the ends of his boots as he caught the scent of lycan on the wind. The simple smell caused him to almost convulse as he stood outside, waiting as it started a churning his stomach and burning his nostrils. How did his parents expect him to live here with a puppy play yard only feet away from where he was to live?
Taking a breath, he turned on a heel and walked back inside where the smell was fainter. At least it seemed to be. Or maybe it was just a figment of his imagination. Whatever the case he entered the mansion with a expression that was unreadable. Undefinable. As he walked to his room, the rough tips of his fingers ran along the cold stone walls ap the stairs. The smooth stone was cool to the touch and it made a small shiver run up his spine. Reaching the top of the stairs, he turned down a corridor and into his room. This took only moments as he was determined to return to his secluded corner.
(Sorry @Nat but my phone is acting up. Is this enough?!?)
(Feel free to start your opening posts! Remember that this is the evening and those who are average or lower rankings are arriving now. Where Royals, Alphas or Betas are already here)
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Cipah
Back from the Dead?
Vincent, Epsilon
Vincent had finally made it. The wind blew his coat, leading it in a sort of dance. He stood before the impressively large mansion and simply stared up at it for a while.
The place was rather impressive, he supposed. It retained the gothic style of the past ages and Vincent rather liked that style. He took a deep breath in before sighing loudly.
Well, better get going. I'm gonna look really dumb if I keep standing here gawking.
He approached the mansion and rapped at the front door, the sound echoing in the environment. Vincent folded his arms and waited, tapping his foot to the rhythm of a tune in his head.
Vincent had finally made it. The wind blew his coat, leading it in a sort of dance. He stood before the impressively large mansion and simply stared up at it for a while.
The place was rather impressive, he supposed. It retained the gothic style of the past ages and Vincent rather liked that style. He took a deep breath in before sighing loudly.
Well, better get going. I'm gonna look really dumb if I keep standing here gawking.
He approached the mansion and rapped at the front door, the sound echoing in the environment. Vincent folded his arms and waited, tapping his foot to the rhythm of a tune in his head.
DarkiusHeavenstein
Creator of my own little Universe
Crownprincess Tehuri Blacmore
Her black hair danced down her back as she had emerged from her room and walked down the stairs. Her hand was gracefully sliding down the railing. She had to admit they had done a good job at making them feel at home, as far as considering the vampires. She had no idea how the other wings looked like that were literally infected with the smell of those dogs. The idea alone was enough to make her wrinkle her nose. She wouldn't be here if it had not been for her mother that had told her it was a good oppertunity for her family to make themselves more known in the vampire society again. Maybe even pick up a good match so they could expand their territory, but that was the last bit that was on Tehuri's mind. Her heels made no sound against the cold marble as she walked over to music installation. She had no idea whether or not those hairy beast would hear their music also, and frankly she couldn't care any less.
Not much later the room was filled with old ball room music and her blood red lips curled up in a smile. Tonight was gonna be the night where they would all meet up. Granted, the other royals had already arrived, yet she had not truly spoken with any of the princes yet. It was not that she had avoided them on purpose, it had just happened and until now she had not really felt like doing anything about it. Okay maybe she had avoided that prince of the Rey family a bit on purpose, but he really had not made any effort to search her out either. As for the other prince, she really had no idea what to think of him. The Blackmores has never been the chitty chatty type, or social at all, and that secluded way of living now showed itself.
The orchestra music filled the room and her as she could no longer surpress the urge to move along with the music. Her feet touched the ground lightly as her emerald eyes were closed. The tail of her red corset dress, which was decorated with black lace, swayed slightly around her legs as she moved according to the steps of a Waltz. It was suppose to be a partner dance, but with no one around, she was perfectly happy with preforming it on her own. Probably even more happy than when she would have a partner, as that would be one of the princes, and that would mean she would have to pretend. She would have to put that mask on of the perfect crown princess and act flawlessly according to the etiquette that was normal, costum, between royalty. The thing she hated most about that was the simple fact that males would always be above her, something that went straight against the principles she was brought up with. That and her stubborness to simply do as she was told, you didn't tell a crownprincess what to do, definitely not a Blacmore princess.
Alpha Dimitri Wexamir
Today was the day the lower ranked wolves would arrive and it left him completely unfazed. His packmembers were already long gone, and for what most wolves considered he was a simple rogue and not an alpha. Yet even on unfamiliar grounds he knew how to stand up for himself, how to protect himself and even assert dominance over other wolves. That all without a pack to back him up, or maybe because he had no pack to back him up he was feared more. He didn't know and he couldn't care less about it. He floaded around in the nicely warm water of the pool as he looked up to the dark night. He turned his head as he noticed some movement in the house and let his feet move to the ground. He sighed as he placed his hands on the edge of the pool and pushed himself up. The water trickling down his long hair and his skin as he moved away from the pool.
Ow well maybe this was a good oppertunity to become more social engaged again like the Elders had said, before they send him here. He grabbed the towel to quickly dry his face and body off, before letting it lay loosely around his shoulders. As he walked inside he already regretted his decision as he noticed a Beta, he had bothered to remember the names yet, sipping from a whiskey. However the idea of having a strong drink wasn't a bad one and his legs had already moved him to the bar. His dark brown eyes were without any emotion as usual as he took a glass and the bottle of wodka without saying a thing. She was below him in rank so she should be the one greeting him, not the other way around. He filled the glass up halfway, before putting the bottle away again and let the colourless drink swirl.
As he took the sip of his drink he watched the forest outside, he much rather was running out there than stuck in here. His wolf part had become far stronger after that faithful night and the weeks, months, that he had spend as a wolf, not changing back to human. Did that make him think he was better than the other lycans? No, but different. Even as a human he often used his voice and his posture like a wolf would. And where the Foalan pack had once lived perfectly among humans, he had found himself unable to do so, since humans simply didn't pick up on the subtle messages that lycans, hopefully, would understand.
Her black hair danced down her back as she had emerged from her room and walked down the stairs. Her hand was gracefully sliding down the railing. She had to admit they had done a good job at making them feel at home, as far as considering the vampires. She had no idea how the other wings looked like that were literally infected with the smell of those dogs. The idea alone was enough to make her wrinkle her nose. She wouldn't be here if it had not been for her mother that had told her it was a good oppertunity for her family to make themselves more known in the vampire society again. Maybe even pick up a good match so they could expand their territory, but that was the last bit that was on Tehuri's mind. Her heels made no sound against the cold marble as she walked over to music installation. She had no idea whether or not those hairy beast would hear their music also, and frankly she couldn't care any less.
Not much later the room was filled with old ball room music and her blood red lips curled up in a smile. Tonight was gonna be the night where they would all meet up. Granted, the other royals had already arrived, yet she had not truly spoken with any of the princes yet. It was not that she had avoided them on purpose, it had just happened and until now she had not really felt like doing anything about it. Okay maybe she had avoided that prince of the Rey family a bit on purpose, but he really had not made any effort to search her out either. As for the other prince, she really had no idea what to think of him. The Blackmores has never been the chitty chatty type, or social at all, and that secluded way of living now showed itself.
The orchestra music filled the room and her as she could no longer surpress the urge to move along with the music. Her feet touched the ground lightly as her emerald eyes were closed. The tail of her red corset dress, which was decorated with black lace, swayed slightly around her legs as she moved according to the steps of a Waltz. It was suppose to be a partner dance, but with no one around, she was perfectly happy with preforming it on her own. Probably even more happy than when she would have a partner, as that would be one of the princes, and that would mean she would have to pretend. She would have to put that mask on of the perfect crown princess and act flawlessly according to the etiquette that was normal, costum, between royalty. The thing she hated most about that was the simple fact that males would always be above her, something that went straight against the principles she was brought up with. That and her stubborness to simply do as she was told, you didn't tell a crownprincess what to do, definitely not a Blacmore princess.
Alpha Dimitri Wexamir
Today was the day the lower ranked wolves would arrive and it left him completely unfazed. His packmembers were already long gone, and for what most wolves considered he was a simple rogue and not an alpha. Yet even on unfamiliar grounds he knew how to stand up for himself, how to protect himself and even assert dominance over other wolves. That all without a pack to back him up, or maybe because he had no pack to back him up he was feared more. He didn't know and he couldn't care less about it. He floaded around in the nicely warm water of the pool as he looked up to the dark night. He turned his head as he noticed some movement in the house and let his feet move to the ground. He sighed as he placed his hands on the edge of the pool and pushed himself up. The water trickling down his long hair and his skin as he moved away from the pool.
Ow well maybe this was a good oppertunity to become more social engaged again like the Elders had said, before they send him here. He grabbed the towel to quickly dry his face and body off, before letting it lay loosely around his shoulders. As he walked inside he already regretted his decision as he noticed a Beta, he had bothered to remember the names yet, sipping from a whiskey. However the idea of having a strong drink wasn't a bad one and his legs had already moved him to the bar. His dark brown eyes were without any emotion as usual as he took a glass and the bottle of wodka without saying a thing. She was below him in rank so she should be the one greeting him, not the other way around. He filled the glass up halfway, before putting the bottle away again and let the colourless drink swirl.
As he took the sip of his drink he watched the forest outside, he much rather was running out there than stuck in here. His wolf part had become far stronger after that faithful night and the weeks, months, that he had spend as a wolf, not changing back to human. Did that make him think he was better than the other lycans? No, but different. Even as a human he often used his voice and his posture like a wolf would. And where the Foalan pack had once lived perfectly among humans, he had found himself unable to do so, since humans simply didn't pick up on the subtle messages that lycans, hopefully, would understand.
Nat
A twisted little writer
Michelle Benoit
This was it. this was where she was supposed to spend the future, where she had to talk with strangers, and lycans. kinds she had no particular experience with. Jenson had already been there for a while, already become used to the smell of the 'mutts' as some called them, and she could just imagine the lack of patience Jenson would have with them. Oh well, she would get through it, and she would manage to be the sweet little girl she was meant to be. Maybe she could even get the chance to make some friends?
She pushed upen the doors to the ancient building, breathing in the smells. vampires... lycans... How could they have so different smells? the different between her kind, and the other kind... it was so much bigger than she had expected it to be, and quickly she stopped breathing. this smell was too different. too far off from the smells she was used to. I can do this... Jenson expects me to manage... His parents expect me to do it... I expect myself to manage... She told herself as she walked in, and headed up to the the part that seemed older, that seemed more gothic. That seemed to be more of where they belonged.
Stepping in she saw a taller woman with dark hair and nodded politely to her, having quite the lack of clue as to whom she was. She'd have to ask jenson later.
Walking up some stairs, she saw a hallway and stood a bit lost and confused by the start of it. She heard the music from the floor below, but she was everything but certain of what she was meant to do first. Find her room and change from the pale blue dress that was forming to her, or to go and find Jenson? After all, it had been a while since she had been by his side, longer than she was used to being apart from him.
Ane Mari Grundtland
She cracked her knuckles into the palm of her hands, looking up at the large building. so here she had to get along with both wolves and mosquito alike. Luckily the wolves should make it bearable. Really, why wouldn't they? there was not quite anyone who could throw a party like a pack of lycans! especially not like her pack. For who cared what the rules of the humans said? Drugs? Count them in, underage drinking? HEEEEEEEEELL YES. Throwing their clothes off and getting up on the tables to dance, despite their parents saying no? gods, she didn't even have numbers for how many times that had happened by then. But it was fun, so why should anyone care?
Slipping in the doors behind some tiny little vampire girl, who looked like she could just be pushed over and then be broken, she ran towards where it smelled of wolves, slipping in where another wolf was already, glad her ballerina shoes made minimal sound. With a leather skirt reaching mid-thigh, and a white blouse, with the bottom pulled up through the cleavage, much like in the Britney Spears video 'Hit me baby one more time' she looked Around. This would be fun.
So without hesitation, she jogged over to the girl, deciding to wait with the guy, and put a kiss on her cheek before sitting on the stool next to her. Who cared about asking for names first even?! Their reactions to kisses did after all say a whole lot more than their name. "Hei! Jeg er Ane." She poke, before she shook her head and laughed a little. "Sorry, too many languages, too many ways to say hey. I'm Ane, and you two are?"
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LittleWolfie
One Thousand Club
Seren Sara Bleddyn
So tonight was the night then. Tonight was the night the rest of her pack would arrive and she would be their Alpha in the flesh. Her father had only died a couple of days ago just after they got here and this was not something that was going to go down well with most. After all, half the pack didn't like her and the majority of them were older than her so that didn't help. In their eyes she was only not a cub by the skin of her teeth and now she was their Alpha. This was going to require a drink.... or three.
Having scrounged some alcohol from the bar while it was empty, Seren was walking back to her room with an unopened bottle of vodka coupled with an unopened bottle of whiskey in one hand while the other was occupied by the already opened bottle of WKD that she kept drinking from. Safe to say she was going to get royally pissed tonight. The pack could be dealt with by the Betas and she'd deal with it in the morning. They'd deal with it because technically she could still be classed as grieving but all of that chaos was stuck in a box in her mind. So there she was strutting down the hall in her black wedge heels, black skinny jeans and a fitting white tank top, low cut enough to leave little to the imagination.
After she reached her room she decided to find a more interesting place to be because if she wanted to avoid wolves, this was not going to cut it. Instead Seren headed out onto the balcony before climbing to the roof because it just seemed easy. There, a nice view and no people to stop her drinking. Exactly what she needed really. So, with another swig of WKD, Seren set off wandering across the roof.
kira blackthorn
Four Thousand Club
Prince Cenric Baine
Cenric sighed as the sound of orchestra music hit his ears. It seems one of his fellow vampires has wandered into the ball room. For a moment he wondered if he should go and try to interact with the unknown vampire but knew he should wait until they are all in a group environment to try to meet the others. There he can observe them all at once and if they wear a mask later begin to know their true personalities. Which is the reason he has holed himself up in his room since he arrived. Shifting onto his side he steadied his breathing and hoped his mind would soon calm itself. Then Maybe he can at least doze off.
Minutes passed and boredom once again crept upon him. Since he arrived he has tried to find ways to rid himself of the boredom but it seems to like him. Sighing once again he finally opened his eyes and was greeted with a dark room bathed in shadows. With the surge of boredom upon him he had decided to rest his mind and hope time passed quickly. It seems his hopes were for not. Sitting up in the large bed that accompanied the room he shall occupy during his stay here he crawled out of it slowly and began to change. It was obvious sleep was avoiding him so he decided to risk it and go explore a little.
Once changed in some loose dark blue jeans, and a white sweater with a light blue hem he threw his curly hair into a ponytail and exited his room. It was a tad to big for his taste and made him feel lonely so he was glad to leave it. Shoving his hands in his pockets he padded down the hall and into the hallway there he froze as get was greeted with the sight of a young blonde girl that seemed a little lost. Figures he runs into one of the others the moment he leaves his room. Though, at least this one seems safe. Feeling a tad sorry for the girl he approached her. "Do you require assistance?"
Cenric sighed as the sound of orchestra music hit his ears. It seems one of his fellow vampires has wandered into the ball room. For a moment he wondered if he should go and try to interact with the unknown vampire but knew he should wait until they are all in a group environment to try to meet the others. There he can observe them all at once and if they wear a mask later begin to know their true personalities. Which is the reason he has holed himself up in his room since he arrived. Shifting onto his side he steadied his breathing and hoped his mind would soon calm itself. Then Maybe he can at least doze off.
Minutes passed and boredom once again crept upon him. Since he arrived he has tried to find ways to rid himself of the boredom but it seems to like him. Sighing once again he finally opened his eyes and was greeted with a dark room bathed in shadows. With the surge of boredom upon him he had decided to rest his mind and hope time passed quickly. It seems his hopes were for not. Sitting up in the large bed that accompanied the room he shall occupy during his stay here he crawled out of it slowly and began to change. It was obvious sleep was avoiding him so he decided to risk it and go explore a little.
Once changed in some loose dark blue jeans, and a white sweater with a light blue hem he threw his curly hair into a ponytail and exited his room. It was a tad to big for his taste and made him feel lonely so he was glad to leave it. Shoving his hands in his pockets he padded down the hall and into the hallway there he froze as get was greeted with the sight of a young blonde girl that seemed a little lost. Figures he runs into one of the others the moment he leaves his room. Though, at least this one seems safe. Feeling a tad sorry for the girl he approached her. "Do you require assistance?"
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jacunliffe
Chronically Bored Teen
Samantha Arithua Hallow ~ Beta
The red head had just taken another swig of the whisky when footsteps alerted her to another's arrival. Turning her head ever so slightly, she was treated to the face of an Alpha. Swallowing her mouthful, she waited a moment for when her reached the bar before acknowledging him fully. "Good evening." Sam said with a nod in his direction. From even that small glance her finely tuned senses caught the smell wafting from him. A mix of cotton and chlorine. So he had just gone swimming.... How nice.
Dimitri Wexamir wasn't one that she was too fixed on so far, but even as he picked up the bottle of vodka, poured himself a glass and gazed out the window as she had been doing only moments before, she wondered if he regretted his decision to join them in this mansion already. The lower ranked wolves hadn't even arrived and his emotionless face seemed.... impassible. More so than usual. AS the red head pondered this, the other Alpha arrived momentarily, retrieved a few bottles from the bar and then slunk back to her room. It didn't shock Samantha though since she had seen Seren only a few times.
Sipping her whisky, Sam dropped back into thought after a few moments of reprieve from her jumble of ideas. But there was no end to the distractions. She inhaled sharply as a person whom escaped her detection placed their lips on her cheek in a kiss. The wolf was so startled, that the whisky in her glass swirled over the edge and dripped onto her. Whirling to see who had just greeted her that way, the Beta discovered that it was not a male but a female. Less uncomfortable with the approach, she put on a customary smile as she looked the girl up and down. Pretty. But a lesser rank so she shouldn't be a problem. Right off the bat Samantha enjoyed sizing up anybody she was meeting for the first time before she replied.
So as her judgmental gaze lifted to the other girls eyes, her lips formed a response. "Oh, Hi Ane. My names Samantha." She says, the corner of her lip still turned up.
Prince ~ Jenson Conor Rey
(WIP)
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