<div style="text-align: center">​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 18px"><a class="username" data-user-id="20" data-username="@Zephyrnus" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/20/">@Zephyrnus</a> <br/>
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 "Their blood is a threat, a warning and a promise." </span></span>​</div><span style="font-family:Assistant"><br/>
Her race was one of a kind. They were known to destroy, to murder and to rule without mercy - believed that they were in charge of the top of the food chain. There was not a single creature among them that knew the truth behind their existence. They saw themselves as individuals, masters of death and the darkness. They viewed themselves as equals compared to those who were their superiors, and there was not a single being that appeared to be aware of the raw reality. They were no rulers, nor masters; they were puppets on strings to the darkest of them all. Powerful puppets that murdered to survive, that tried to dominate more and more aspects of this world in order to stay alive - little did they know that their creators were merely using them to gain what they wanted, and that it was much easier to destroy them than it seemed. <br/>
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Chalyse was a vampire. Born as a human being and turned when she was still a child after they had killed her parents. The man who turned her, her Sire, raised her and trained her until Chalyse was ready to be accepted into one of the many clans that her species possessed. The combination of her Sire and the clan formed the base of what she became: an experienced huntress that killed without a glimpse of mercy. A cold-hearted murderer that could be compared to a beast, for there was only one thing that she could think about.<br/>
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"Blood." The brunette's freckled nose managed to catch the familiar scent that lingered in the air of forest. Although it was dark, cold and difficult to find the right directions due to the many trees that were surrounding and distracting her, her strong senses were definitely not lying to her. She tilted her chin up; her jaw dropping just slightly as her fangs protuded from her mouth like the smallest daggers. The veins in the corners of her widened eyes started to become more noticeable, and she almost automatically curled her fingers into claws. "Levana?" <br/>
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A subtle, yet determined voice replied from afar, but Chalyse was able to understand her words loud and clear: "Katrina and Isaiah are ready to intercept." <br/>
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Her answer was a short hiss, followed by a sudden sprint. She stormed away as if she was making an attempt to win from the speed of lightning, but the persistent, yet cold look in her icy blue eyes revealed that this was not just a race to her. To catch her prey was a matter of life or death. All of them were aware of that. Hunting had become more and more difficult after many discovered about their existance - being fast was no longer the key to success. They had to be smart.<br/>
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The flash of a silhouette that was trying to get away from either her or Levana managed to drag her into full focus. She chased after the creature like a wild lioness - only to lead it right into the lion's den where the small, raven-haired girl and the muscular blonde man were waiting to secure their accomplishment. <br/>
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The one and only thing that distracted her just slightly in the back of her mind, was the fact that she had only seen a single creature. Could it be possible that she had missed something? Chalyse could feel how she started to hesitate; and how she suddenly started to hold back as her senses were all over the place. A somewhat frustrated growl escaped from her lips. <br/>
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They could not be alone.</span>