13 Roses: The City (general)
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				Title: <strong>13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Toth</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 23:20:44</strong>
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				Diamond City.&nbsp; A massive, sprawling metropolis of sin and lust.&nbsp; Humans have fallen from their sense of honor and dignity, and no place bears the evidence of the fall as clearly as Diamond City.&nbsp; A man can buy anything he wants, if he knows where to look.&nbsp; The City serves as the perfect disguise for the Coven of the Thirteen Roses, as well as the coven members' prime hunting ground.<br><br>But vampires are not the only dark creatures to walk these city streets.&nbsp; Wolf-kin hide in plain sight, waiting for their prey to slip away from the safety of their friends.&nbsp; The filthy mongrels draw the highest contempt from the vampire community, and the Roses hold no pity for the beasts.&nbsp; More often than not, Diamond City runs red with the blood of slain wolves.<br><br>And the humans never seem to care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 04:20:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8z7tac0yX1rssz4mo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Diamond Club - A popular night club in the city.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A cute pink, body-con dress (https://31.media.tumblr.com/a6deea4fe451995c1a30547ae1ebcc2a/tumblr_mgyj8kcwK21s3kkrso1_500.png) with a pair of black heels. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/377665f1552bb62b4382d5d3c62f71be/tumblr_nfvm7jxoUb1t3d0yfo1_500.png) <br><strong>Tags:</strong> TheBlackThrone<br><br><hr><hr><br>The base almost made her forget, if just for a second, how unhappy she was. How confused she was. How hungry she was. The people are what always brought her back to reality. It might have been safer for her to stay at home all together, but she was just so god damn hungry. The crowd enclosed her as she danced in the middle of the dance floor, her hips swirling and shaking to the beat, her head being tossed around, long brown hair swinging around her like a dark halo. Katherine raised a glass to her lips, tossing back the hard liqueur within; if she remember correctly, a very kind man at the bar had brought her a double whiskey of some sort, she didn't know which specifically. Usually, she might've had a single vodka and coke or a cocktail if she was out with the girls, but as of late she couldn't afford to mess around; she wanted to get drunk and she wanted to get drunk fast. It was dangerous, but it made her feel better, at least until the next morning. <br><br>As Katherine made her way back to the bar, she placed her empty glass on a occupied table and then stumbled into the wooden surface with a girlish giggle that attracted attention from the man beside her. He was taller than her, though that wasn't hard, but not so tall that she needed to crane her neck back to look at him. That was all she noticed about him, as well as the fact he was clean shaven and without much hair up top. Maybe her beer goggles were clouding her mind, but he wasn't all that hideous. Not like the others. The brunette gave him a flirty side-ways glance before turning to speak to the blonde bartender. <br><br>"I'd like a drink." The girl paused, almost like she'd forgotten something before she continued. "Please." A pretty, drunken smile pulled at her glossy lips and she batted her eyelids. "A double...something. A double...whatever he's having." She pointed to the mans drink beside her, though it looks similar to what she'd already had. The man seemed to reach for his wallet, stepping toward her with a grin.<br><br>"On me." He said.<em> He said! Hah. </em> Katherine grinned at him, leaning against him which he happily accepted by snaking an arm around her waist once he'd paid for her drink. A hand of her own moved to grab the strangers at her waist and she interlocked her fingers with his, pulling him to her more while she leaned to look at him, her blue eyes alluring. "What ever can I do to repay you?" Another giggle escaped her lips and she reached for the fresh drink, tossing it back like it was water before fumbling to put it back down onto the counter, empty. <br><br>"I can think of a few things." He seemed to raise his eyebrow and before she knew it, she was being dragged across the dark club and out into the street. Her expression changed as the cold air hit her face, but she followed him regardless. <br><br>The brunette found herself being tugged into an alley and as he turned to face her, a coy expression played at her pretty features, her eyes wide with innocence. "Here?" He didn't even answer, before she knew it she was stumbling back first against a grubby, white-washed wall, his leg pressing between hers, his hands at her hips, his lips at her neck. Kat arched into the attention, her head falling back slightly though her eyes portrayed something her body language didn't; something dangerous. <br><br>"Do you have a wife? Hm? Kids?" Her voice was sensual as her hands played up his arms, to his neck where they lingered playfully. He seemed taken a back by the question, his lips parting from her neck slightly to reply with a simple 'no'. She continued. "What about parents? Siblings?" He pulled away from her then, frowning at her, obviously confused. Biting down on one lip, she turned the tables while he was distracted, switching their positions with ease. He seemed surprised, but relaxed again as she pushed against him, her whole body grinding on his for a moment before she leaned in, her tongue at his neck. Her body felt slightly more ridged as she felt her control slipping, though he didn't seem to notice. As she delivered a kiss to his neck, he answered breathlessly. "No...My parents aren't around anymore...no siblings. No." <br><br>Kat released a light sigh, her eyebrows furrowed as she pulled him closer. Then she bit into him. It was quick; she felt him gasp and squirm against her but as the hot liquid flooded her mouth she felt a kind of release she craved. Her eyes were dark as she stared forward, her hands gripping him, holding him up as his life blood drained. The girl pulled her mouth away, gasping for air as the blood streamed down her chin, down her neck. It went everywhere; it stained her dress an awful red, it seeped into her neckline and she could feel every drop running down her body. She felt hot but more than anything, she felt guilt. The man grumbled beneath her, but she couldn't resist as she bit back into him, savoring every ounce of blood he had to give. Her tongue lapped at the bite marks hungrily and she felt herself growling deep from within the back of her throat. What had happened to her? Why had she turned into this...this monster? Katherine had by now already killed her victim but all her senses were still completely focused on her feed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 06:32:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bGXDpzugnJo/ULW_gr13PJI/AAAAAAAAPw0/Iic0WmCoGzY/Pedro-2%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Diamond Club - A popular night club in the city.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A black, long-sleeved shirt and dark-blue denim jeans.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> xSnorkleRainbow<br><br><hr><hr><br>The fledlingly fed on the unfortunate mortal who had been lured like a moth to a flame into her carnal clutches unbeknownst of the man that stood like a shadow over her shoulder. The alley lamps outlined his silhouette. Engrossed in her pleasures, the woman may not have realized his presence that settled over her like a dark blanket. His approach had been silent and he had only been hesitant to allow her the chance of noticing that he was there. Offering her only that small courtesy, the stranger’s hand lashed out with the swiftness of a cobra to snag her cinnamon mane. His grip on her hair was without mercy as he wrenched her head back so that her fangs would dislodge from her prey’s neck, and with his other hand, he brought the stinging tip of a six-inch hunting knife against her bosom just before her heart.<br><br>The stranger held her head back so that she could gaze upon his face, and he hers. Eyes like the moon scrutinized the blood that soaked her face down to her breasts. To her, he seemed like any man, but his grip on her was unnatural. After inspecting the man at their feet, his eyes—cold and sharp—returned to the girl, and though solemn he hadn’t appeared to be upset.<br><br>“You left quite a sloppy trail. It is how I suspected that you weren’t too experienced,” Salazar informed.<br><br>His eyes again flicked down to the body before he returned his sights to her.<br><br>“Your prey looks as though he had died a painful death. Do you not know the vampire’s kiss?”<br><br>The detective shoved the girl’s back against the wall, his hand having found the side of her neck and his thumb beneath the line of her jaw. He pressed his hard body against hers. There was something much more obscured beneath his black, long-sleeved shirt. The rough denim at his front and the cool steel kiss of his belt touched her abdomen as he gazed deeply into her eyes and explained on a low voice as though they were a couple hiding between the stacks at a library:<br><br>“I will show you how because I get the feeling that you are new to this world. By doing this, I will be testing my assumption. Your blood reveals many secrets.”<br><br>With his body pinning hers, Salazar lowered the knife from her breast and with its hilt curled within three fingers of his hand, he teased his index finger down her hip until he felt the warmed-flesh of her thigh. Returning the knife to the sheath at his belt, his hand moved up her dress, sliding up her thigh and causing it to wrinkle as his fingers found the lingerie that obscured her hot folds.<br><br>The detective smiled softly at her as he instructed, “You want your prey to feel a little aroused and hungry but not the same hunger that we feel. I’ve been doing this for several years so pardon if you find me to be a little invasive. I just want to see if I still got it for you see…if you apply your fangs just right, it won’t be pain they feel. They will feel only overwhelming pleasure and know not what to do. In other words…I’m going to make you wet, <em>bella donna</em>.”<br><br>Salazar spoke no more as his eyelids lowered and his lips moved close to hers. He kissed the blood beneath her lips and traced the tip of his tongue from her chin to her bottom lip. He fed from her remains, tilting his head as he kneaded his lips into the blood that soaked her jugular, getting the sweet, copper nectar into his mouth to awaken his primal mood. The detective’s eyes bled as though a red curtain rolled down his oculars. His breathing became deeper, the heat of his breaths on her neck, the prickle of his stubble against her smooth skin, and her heart’s pulse in his ears. In that moment, he could perceive her feelings and she could perceive his.<br><br>Drawing his lips a few inches from her throat, his maw opened and jaw softly crackled and popped as his canines extended like sickles to reap from her her vampiric virginity. The detective exhaled a soft ghostly breath that played along her moist skin before his fangs sank into her flesh like syringes, injecting into her body a paroxysm of morphine. The sinful bite felt like it struck in two places her neck and the succulent apple at her core. As her blood gushed into his mouth, he took only what he needed, which hadn’t been much for her memories to be relayed to his mind. Through her, he saw that she hadn’t been a rogue—not an intentional one at least. She was a mere school girl. The news had relieved him a little. She was so young; so new. It would have been a shame for her to fall into the wrong hands.<br><br>Salazar’s thumb applied pressure to her neck enough to restrict the blood flow to her skull and put her to sleep. It felt a little villainous, and she may hate him later, but her abduction was for the right reasons. At the first signs of her going limp, he retracted his fangs and collected her form into his arms. He blinked the red from his eyes as his fangs shortened behind his lips. Staring down at her as her blood reddened his mouth, he adjusted her as he reached a hand into his back pocket and removed his cell phone. Sliding his thumb across its interface, he raised it to his ear and clutched it between that and his shoulder before he reached down to grab the drained man by the back of his shirt collar. Dragging him effortlessly, he submitted his report as he deposited the body into a dumpster:<br><br>“I’ve found the killer in the alley of the Diamond Club. She is a new vampire and I am placing her under my care until she is conscious. I am stowing the body of her prey in a dumpster. Clean-up is desirable.”<br><br>Ending his call, he slipped his phone back into his jean pocket and brought his arm behind the girl’s knees. Gazing upon her once more, a slow amused smile crept across his face. Hopefully, she had learned something tonight. In a gust of wind and the tumble of loose garbage, the vampire briskly vanished into the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 01:38:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8z7tac0yX1rssz4mo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> An alley outside The Diamond Club.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A cute pink, body-con dress (https://31.media.tumblr.com/a6deea4fe451995c1a30547ae1ebcc2a/tumblr_mgyj8kcwK21s3kkrso1_500.png) with a pair of black heels. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/377665f1552bb62b4382d5d3c62f71be/tumblr_nfvm7jxoUb1t3d0yfo1_500.png) <br><strong>Tags:</strong> TheBlackThrone<br><br><hr><hr><br>Katherine only noticed the presence behind her when it was too late. Suddenly, as if a snake had attempted to strike from behind, a hand gripped her hair, tugging her backward with a jolt of pain. She grimaced, her teeth pulled from the man’s neck as she stumbled backward into the tallest of the three, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Her groomed fingers released the dead stranger within her grasp and they darted to grip the hand pulling her hair to stop him from causing her anymore pain. With a blink, she seemed to awaken from her blood lust induced daze and she realized the severity of the situation. Someone had caught her. <em>Caught her!</em> <br><br>Looking from the top of her eyes, her blue hues stared up at the man, craning her neck back as he held her hair, her fingertips now beginning to dig into the hand at her hair. The weapon at her chest only made her still against him; she didn’t dare take her eyes off of his. Kat wasn’t sure if she was scared that she’d been caught, or dazzled by his good looks – what she could see of them, at least. As his eyes flickered to the lifeless body at her feet, Katherine felt the guilt wash over her as his voice reached her ears. Her eyebrows furrowed together pitifully as she watched him. What was he talking about?<br><br>“V-Vampi-“ The brunette stopped midsentence as she was span and pushed back against the blood splattered wall by the strangers hard body; was this the definition of being stuck between a rock and a hard place? A gasp escaped her as she was easily manipulated and her back hit the cool surface. Her hands rose defensively, pushing at his chest as she pushed back into the wall. Maybe if she pushed hard enough, she could just sink right through and get away from this...from him. A shiver ran down her spin as his hand cupped her neck and she averted her eyes from his momentarily, casting them down to the ground. When her bright orbs met with her victims body she quickly turned her gaze back onto <em>him.</em><br><br>As he continued talking, she shook her head lightly, unbelieving of what he was saying. The girl wanted to curse him, wanted to call him crazy and push him off her, but she struggled to find her voice. This was too much. When Katherine caught the knife being lowered from her chest, she seemed to relax a little; only to tense up once again as his finger traced down her side, all the way to her hip before gazing the bare flesh of her thigh. Another shiver ran along her spine as his fingers pushed up into her dress. The brunettes pale cheeks flushed a bright red, almost matching the blood around her mouth. “S-Stop..” Her voice was quiet and she practically breathed the word as it left her lips though it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Katherine’s thighs squeezed together and she squirmed beneath him, her bright eyes once again leaving his.<br><br>The brunette went to speak then, to correct what he was saying about her wanting her ‘pray’ to be aroused before she drained them, but again her voice stuck in her throat. Katherine was content to stare down the alley at this point, trying to avoid him in her own way, but when he finished with ‘bella donna’ she couldn’t help but turn her head to him once more.<br><br>Who was he? What was he? How did he find her? What did he mean, Vampire? So many thoughts were going through her mind, she needed to ask so many questions but she deemed the present situation more…pressing. Her lips parted with an inaudible sigh as he came in contact with the blood stained flesh below her lips. She shuddered, her hands still at his chest though instead of pushing him away she was simply gripping the material covering his torso. As he moved down to her neck, Katherine seemed to melt into him, her eyes closing while her shoulders shrugged upward; her weak attempt to block him. Her breathing became quicker as she focused on the material between her fingers over the hot sensation at her neck.<br><br>Then before she knew what was happening, she felt a sharp pain at her neck, only to be followed by intense pleasure. It flowed through her whole body, every nerve ending tingled and she tensed, arching her back slightly, her small form pressing forward into his involuntarily. A loud gasp echoed from her parted lips. “A-Ahh..!” It was a struggle to breath. Her knees trembled beneath her, threatening to drop her at any second, while her hands pulled him toward her via his shirt. Katherine felt her own blood spilling from her flesh, some of it escaping his mouth to run down her neck, though she could do nothing to stop him. Maybe a part of her didn’t even want to stop him. While he fed from her, she felt some other things that she couldn’t quite place, some emotions that confused her and what seemed like memories that she didn’t understand.<br><br>The next thing she knew, she was losing consciousness. Her eyes opened but upon losing focus of her surroundings her guilt and pleasure both seemed to fade and she began falling limp into the arms of the stranger. Her fingers fell from his shirt, arms falling to her sides as she completed descended into darkness. Katherine was left to the whim of her captor.<br><br>[[ Continued here. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218727.msg10753287#msg10753287) ]]
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 01:39:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8z7tac0yX1rssz4mo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown - Her Apartment.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> One of Salazar's black dress shirts and nothing much else.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> TheBlackThrone, Open.<br><br><hr><hr><br>[ Continued from here. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218727.msg10794495#msg10794495) ]<br><br>“It’s literally just up these stairs.” Katherine turned over her shoulder to glance at Diego who’d followed her from his apartment to hers in order for her to pick up something less dubious for her to wear.<br><br>Currently, Katherine was dressed in only a black dress shirt of Diego’s and no matter how nice it looked on her or how comfy it felt, she wasn’t exactly thrilled to be wearing it out in public. Despite them practically teleporting down the street with how fast they were moving, they still had to stop once they’d reached their destination and that meant she could risk being seen by any Tom, Dick or Harry. As she started up the metal stair case to her apartment – A small place above an electronics store in the downtown area – Katherine paused. <br><br>Being a few steps up, her hand gripping the guard rail as she span suddenly to look over her shoulder, her bright eyes found Diego’s and she frowned.<br><br>“It’s not…nice. Like your place. So just...You better not poke fun or anything.”<br><br>The brunette quickly turned away, continuing her ascent of the metal stair case to her front door. She always kept a spare key under the- Katherine froze as she stepped from the last step. Her bright blue orbs stared at the door which was clearly open. The lock had been pulled from the wood and the door hung open just enough for her to see into the hallway. Had someone broken in? <br><br>Worry set on her features and she rushed forward without even thinking. Her hands pressed onto the door and she barged her way into the building, stumbling into the living room at the end of the corridor. Her couch was over turned, photo frames smashed on the ground, bookshelves and cabinets lying on the floor; it was a complete mess. She didn’t even think that somebody might still be there; she could only think about one thing. Turning to her left, the young vampire pushed her way through an open door, leading into her small bedroom. Her single bed had been torn apart, her bedside table turned on its surface along with her clothing pulled from her wardrobe, some of it torn and tossed about the room. <br>Katherine seemed to ignore it all and she stopped beside her bed, her hands fumbling with the mattress to find a slit along its side. She pulled the cut open with both hands before fishing around for something, only to fall to her knees, her arms crossed across the bed as she tried to gather her thoughts. She felt tears streaming down her face as she failed to find what she was looking for. It was all she could do to grit her teeth and mutter into the mattress.<br><br>“Fuck…!”<br><br>Then she heard something, something she might not have heard had she still been human. It sounded like something shifted or moved and raising her head and standing, the girl turned to look in the direction of the noise. Her hands moved to wipe at her face as she made her way to the door; it connected to another hallway that lead to the kitchen and ultimately back to through to the living room. Her apartment was just one big circle. Katherine reached for the handle and she slowly began to pull the door open. <br><br>Before she could even process what was going on, the door flew toward her. A taller man pushed through, his hand gripped her neck like a vice and with the full force of his weight he sent her stumbling backward into the opposing wall. Her fangs shot from her gums like razors and her eyes widened in shock and anger as she hissed at him, but he had already grabbed her. She had no time to jump back. Katherine’s own hands moved to grip his wrist, her finger tips digging into his flesh mercilessly, blood appearing at her nails as she ripped into him. He was dark skinned and that he seemed to smell...different somehow but that was all she could sense of him as she struggled to remain conscious. He seemed to lift her from the ground and she found herself pressing up onto her tip toes, her head tilting backwards to try to somehow relief the pressure that blocked her airways. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 03:50:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bGXDpzugnJo/ULW_gr13PJI/AAAAAAAAPw0/Iic0WmCoGzY/Pedro-2%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Katherine's Apartment - Roof of a Building<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A black, long-sleeved shirt and dark-blue denim jeans.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> xSnorkleRainbow, Open<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>It’s literally just up these stairs.</strong><br><br>The fledgling was excited, but upon approaching her apartment, Salazar was met with a strange feeling. He stopped at the foot of the stairs and ran his silver eyes over the vicinity. He didn’t like it.<br><br><strong>It’s not…nice. Like your place. So just…You better not poke fun or anything.</strong><br><br>“Wait a second,” Salazar attempted to order before Katherine seemed to ignore him. He started up the stairs to see her standing before the door of her apartment slightly ajar as though it had been broken into. Common burglary? He hoped so, but the girl hadn’t given him a chance to investigate before she disappeared inside.<br><br><em>Damn it,</em> he thought.<br><br>The vampire felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He normally didn’t get that riled up over petty thievery. No; his senses were telling him that something much more dangerous had taken place. He cautiously stepped toward the entrance of her apartment and every step he took closer, he heard what sounded like numerous heartbeats pounding like war drums. A few old flashbacks from a time long ago fired in his brain, and as he stood in the doorway, the perpetrator was made clear. It smelled like wet dog. Werewolves; and they were still there.<br><br>Quickly, the detective removed his phone and hitting the speed dial brought it to his ear. He listened to the dials, his own heart beginning to nervously pound. He hadn’t fed. He wasn’t going to be as strong as he’d want to to deal with the situation. Why didn’t she just take his advice and go to The Coven? Why hadn’t he made her? When he heard someone answer, Salazar began: “5401 7th Street-”<br><br>A wad of hot drool slapped upon his shoulder, having fallen from above. Slowly, Salazar’s eyes rose to the ceiling and clinging to it with their razor sharp claws were two grey massive forms. The vampire saw nothing but balls of hair and muscled backs. There were two, but if there had been even one, there was always a pack. It was an ambush!<br><br>Without a second more wasted, Salazar dove from the doorway a millisecond before the werewolves dropped down. Time seemed to slow down as the vampire’s celerity carried him through the room. The werewolves were just as quick bounding to his left and right, hoping to cut him off as he sprinted for the next room. Salazar tucked his phone away, exchanging it for his silver hunting knife. He passed right through the doorway into the hallway as one werewolf followed and the second ripped through the wall, crashing into its comrade in a poorly improvised attempt to cut the detective off.<br><br>Ahead, Salazar saw two figures outlined by the blood pumping through their veins. One had been Katherine, and another had been a werewolf. The detective raised his knife as he snagged the werewolf’s shoulder to stop his momentum. The man was wrenched out of the room, his grip releasing Katherine as he was bent backwards over Salazar’s thigh and his knife stabbed into his throat. His flesh and blood boiled around the silver weapon, the man’s face contorted with shifting bones as his body attempted to transform and failed.<br><br>Dropping his form onto his back, the two werewolves he had left behind were charging toward him. Bolting for the room, Salazar snagged Katherine’s bicep despite whether she was trying to recover her breath and hefted her into his arms. The detective went straight for the window, turned his shoulder into it to protect her from the sharp glass as he jumped through. Amidst a cloud of swirling glass shards, the vampire crossed the alley to drop onto a fire escape before he leapt into the air, soaring high enough to make the edge of the roof. Carrying Katherine along, he was stopped when a man sprang onto the roof in front of him wearing a condescending smile. He was an older man with white hair and a beard. He wore an old duster that he might have stolen from a bum based on the condition it was in. Salazar stopped, lowering Katherine to her feet as the two other werewolves jumped onto the roof behind him.<br><br>The alpha squinted his eyes, wrinkled his nose, and raised his fingers to his scalp as he began to scratch it in comical confusion.<br><br>“Hm…” he said before he raised a finger and began counting his men. “One…two…”<br><br>“Hm…one…two…I swear I had three…”<br><br>“Jericho is dead, my lord,” the werewolf on Salazar’s left informed on a growl.<br><br>“Killed by who? Please tell me that it wasn’t the fledgling girl. Otherwise, I can’t say I feel sorry for him.”<br><br>“I killed him,” Salazar confessed.<br><br>The detective had glass protruding from his neck, cheek, and shoulder. Dark sanguine spots began to expand about the glass fragments and form streams that rolled down his neck and face.<br><br>“Heh; losing blood aren’t you vampire? It’s a shame. I don’t really like three versus one,” the alpha said with a malicious smirk. “But seeing how you killed one of my kin, I frankly don’t give a fuck. Now let’s see…it’d be too easy to rip you to pieces. I don’t think you’d die from that either. It’d be too lame to stab you in the heart…oh I know. We’re going to rip both of your limbs off, rip out your fangs, and leave you on this roof as nothing but a sad, pathetic limbless freak to burn in the sun. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”<br><br>The detective had a cool air around him besides knowing how much of a disadvantage he had. He hadn’t fed, he was losing blood, and he had to guard Katherine from three werewolves. If this went on any longer, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to guard anyone from himself. Despite the odds, he kept his cool. Dexterously, Salazar flipped the knife in his hand, the blade forming a silver ring before his hand clenched about it.<br><br>“Not as fun as it’ll be to drive this knife through your fucking skull, <em>chucho</em>,” he countered.<br><br>The alpha’s grin was large and fake with indifference. He had actually been insulted. No one had ever called him a mutt before. He was above that.<br><br>“Rip his limbs off. Leave the girl for me. I want to fuck her right in his face,” the alpha ordered.<br><br>The werewolves snarled as they took to circling the two vampires in opposite directions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 19:52:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/6eb4105d6184fe46ca7d00bffe9284a4/tumblr_nbyb9jqo2X1rp0vkjo1_500.gif)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula<br><strong>Location:</strong> Katherine's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego, Katherine<br><hr><br>It seemed as if the night itself split to make way for his passage as he tore through the sky on his way toward his brother in arms. He got closer, and closer, and closer, and soon he smelled blood. Lycan blood. Those damned wolves were behind this?! More importantly than the wolves blood, he smelled vampire blood. Specifically, <em>Diego's</em> blood.<br><br>&nbsp;It was like a beacon shining in the darkness and he almost immediately found him and a newblood surrounded by three werewolves. And one of them was a pack leader. Interesting that someone so high up would make himself known like this. Snarling as he fell to the rooftop, he drew his sword, the silver blade that had been with him since before his turning. That same blade, the one etched with the image of the Dragon pierced through one of the lycan's back and out the front before the poor bastard knew what hit him.<br><br>&nbsp;There was sharp yelp followed by a whimper as the werewolf felt pain unimaginable, impaled on his sword. He left it there for a moment, then tossed Diego the half full bottle of blood. "Bea, vechi prieten," he said in his native Romanian. "You look like you could use a drink." Hand still on the hilt of his sword, he squeezed the lycan's shoulder as he fought and struggled to free himself. " Shhhhh. Liniște, bestie. It will all be over soon."<br><br>&nbsp;Yanking his sword from the lycan's body, he turned at the hip and sliced horizontally across the creature's waist. He fell in half a few moments later. "Găsiți pace în moarte." Looking down at the pitiful corpse as if inspecting it, he kicked the halves away, not even caring to watch as it rolled to a stop and began to pool blood. "Alpha, I don't know your name. But I will before this night is through. We're going to put your friend there down like the dog he is. And then you...<em>you</em>," he said as he pointed his shining blade at the leader. "You're going to tell us everything we want to know. Înțelegeți?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 20:43:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bGXDpzugnJo/ULW_gr13PJI/AAAAAAAAPw0/Iic0WmCoGzY/Pedro-2%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Katherine's Apartment - Roof of a Building<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A black, long-sleeved shirt and dark-blue denim jeans.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Katherine, Dracula, Open<br><br><hr><hr><br>The alpha jumped a little upon witnessing Dracula’s sudden arrival. His subordinate hadn’t had a chance to react before he was caught in the vampire lord’s clutches, an immediate death sentence. He watched the were claw at the ground, whimpering, and yowling for help, and he made no motion to do so.<br><br>Salazar snatched the bottle of blood out of the air, and without hesitation, brought it to his lips to drink down its contents. As the detective drank, his skin flushed with color and the glass that had been embedded in his skin was pushed out to clatter upon the ground at his feet. Tilting his head back, he drank every drop as though it had been water before he removed the bottle from his lips and exhaled a relieved sigh. It hadn’t been much, but it had been enough to hold his sanity until they got the girl back.<br><br><strong>Alpha, I don’t know your name. But I will before this night is through. We’re going to put your friend there down like the dog he is. And then you…<em>you</em>…You’re going to tell us everything we want to know. Înțelegeți?</strong><br><br>The alpha laughed through his teeth before in a flash, what almost had felt like an illusion, a white colossal creature was seen perched on the ledge of the roof before them. The were could have been a yeti based on its size alone and how its long, knife-like toes crushed the cement beneath them. Its back arched high above its head with a mane of thick fur and its jet-black eyes gazed upon the three vampires behind rows of dripping, devilish teeth.<br><br>Salazar’s brows rose in surprise as he recognized the creature. “The White Wolf…”<br><br>The white wolf chuckled almost flattered to have been recognized so soon. On a deep warped voice that came from the creature’s throat as though the man behind the beast lived in his stomach, the alpha spoke: “No; I’m not going to tell you anything but you are welcome to come find me. I saw what I wanted to see here.”<br><br>The gust that passed over the roof was like the blast from a jet engine when the alpha vanished. Normally, Salazar wouldn’t have let such a key perpetrator escape, but they had a greater priority.<br><br>The werewolf that had been left behind had nearly been forgotten. Abandoned by his alpha, the creature sat there trembling with his ears folded back against his head and tail tucked between his legs. What was he going to do? He didn’t want to die, but he didn’t want to risk being captured and tortured by the vampires either. If he fled, White Wolf would kill him if he returned. Baring his teeth in desperation, the werewolf cursed and his hackles flared as he attempted a feral and pathetic charge for the fledgling. Salazar didn’t even bother to put up a defense as the creature neared, knowing that the beast wasn’t going to last a second in the presence of The Impaler.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 22:53:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8z7tac0yX1rssz4mo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown - Her Apartment. - Roof of a near by building.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> One of Salazar's black dress shirts and nothing much else.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego &amp; Dracula.<br><br><hr><hr><br>It all happened so fast. The first thing that washed over her was relief as the hand was pulled from her throat, though his finger nails left raw marks as they were forced to separate from the girls neck. They seemed to heal fairly quickly, considering she’d already consumed some of Salazar’s blood that night. She dropped to her hands and knees as she coughed loudly, her lungs struggling for air. Her damp hair fell over her face, one of her hands rising to grip her neck as she struggled. Then, before she had time to catch her breath, a hand gripped her arm and tugged her to her feet. She stumbled into the taller vampire and then he lifted her into his arms, to which she would usually protest. This time, however, she gripped a hold of the material of his shirt tightly with one hand while her other held his shoulder to carry some of her own weight. <br><br>As he jumped for the window, Katherine closed her eyes tightly and braced for impact, only to feel nothing but the cool night air as they passed the threshold. She opened her eyes once again and glanced up to Diego when she saw that he’d taken the brunt of the glass, some shards still protruding from his flesh. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, her eyes full of concern, the two stopped and he lowered her to her feet. <br><br>Katherine remained right beside him, not even taking a step from where her feet landed in front of the taller man. Her fingers released their grip of his shirt and her hand lingered, pressing against his chest casually while the other slipped from his shoulder, down his arm to finally rest at her side. The brunette’s bright eyes were now locked with the man opposite them and she felt a sudden chill run along her spine from just his presence. Katherine struggled then, she tried to focus on the conversation the other men were having but all she could smell was the small amount of blood that dripped from Diego’s wounds.<br><br>The way the stranger described the other vampires death made her feel sick and scared, but she also felt angry. Thankfully though, Katherine thought it best not to open her mouth to voice her opinions. <em>‘Rip his limbs off. Leave the girl for me. I want to fuck her right in his face.’</em> The comment made her stomach churn and she felt herself gripping the fabric of Diego’s shirt, as well as the one she currently donned like a dress. Her whole body tensed as the werewolves began to circle them and although the girl didn’t have any self-defense training, she was prepared to put up a fight at least.<br><br>Then out of nowhere came a deafening pained howl not far from the two of them. Katherine’s bright hues quickly targeted the impaled wolf and her nostrils flared at the smell of blood. <em>More blood.</em> The brunette quickly turned away from the carnage, the hand from Salazar’s shirt moving to cover her mouth and nose; as if that would help. Her temples began pulsing, trying to break free from her head as she tried to focus on anything but the overwhelming smell of blood. Her eyes became bloodshot and she could feel her fangs breaking from between her lips as she attempted to control herself. <br><br>Katherine kept her head low, her hair hanging in front of her face, eyes staring wildly at the ground as the bottle of blood flew through the air. She didn’t dare look up as the alpha shifted and spoke, though his voice made the hair on the back of her neck stand to attention. It was only when he vanished and the gust of wind hit her that she decided to glance up. Her eyes landed on the last wolf that appeared to be backing down, until he finally charged straight for her. She had no idea what to do and just froze, her bright eyes locking with the werewolves as he ran for her. <br><br>Without thinking, her hands grabbed for the hunting knife in Diego’s possession only to grip his hand that held the weapon with both of her own. Stupidly, the wolf pounced when it got close enough and she thrust the knife forward, ultimately using Diego to assist with her defense. It seemed to slide into the werewolf’s chest like a hot knife to butter. Although the blow didn’t kill him it left the wolf biting at the brunette and she braced herself for the wolf to fall toward her, knife and all. She shoved it away sending the animal reeling backward in pain, releasing Salazar’s hand and the knife he held, if he still kept his grip. Her breathing had increased, her fangs exposed through her parted lips as she panted. Why had these werewolves targeted her? Why did they have to break into her apartment? This was all too much for her to handle. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 20:25:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/6eb4105d6184fe46ca7d00bffe9284a4/tumblr_nbyb9jqo2X1rp0vkjo1_500.gif)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Katherine's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego, Katherine<br><hr><br>He risked a quick look over to Diego after he heard the bottle slap against the palm of his hand. He nodded as his friend and brother in all but blood downed the contents. It wasn't nearly enough he figured, but anything was better than nothing in a situation such as this. He was right, and the Spaniard's aura pulsed brighter for the blood he'd been given. He could even hear the relief in the man's voice. After killing one of the lycan's, he threatened the Alpha. He thought he could cowtow him into submission, but he was mistaken. This man was not just <em>an</em> Alpha. He was one of <em>the</em> Alpha's. It only took a moment after the man's laugh, and then he was the White Wolf. <br><br>A Lycan known by even the highest members of any Coven worth mentioning. "You finally show yourself, Wolf. I wonder what plan you have that warrants coming out of hiding?" The Alpha told them that he wouldn't tell them anything, and if they wanted answers they could come find him. He was gone in an instant, and Dracula scoffed. "No matter, beast. We will uncover your plan in due time," he spoke to the air as he turned his eyes to the poor soul the White Wolf had left behind. <br><br>The poor creature had a dilemma. Face certain death at the hands of his master despite being abandoned like a broken toy. Or face potential death, but assured torture at the hands of the Rose. Either way, he would not come out ahead. He showed a small bit of intelligence, and decided to attack the Childer. The weakest among them. But attacking her didn't mean Vlad and Diego simply ceased to exist. He made a move, only to stop when she grabbed Diego's knife and stabbed the wolf in the chest. He grinned and was on the lycan before he could fully retreat, a clawed hand squeezing his neck as he held him off the ground. <br><br>"The young one has some <em>fight</em> in her, Diego," the Count said as he looked over his shoulder toward the pair, despite the struggling and gasping werewolf in his grip. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You always have had a talent for spotting raw potential." A loud and nasty crack reverberated through the night and the wolf went limp. He dropped him to the roof and drove his blade through the creatures heart for good measure. Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped his blade clean, then sheathed it at his hip. "Well you two; what could you possibly have done to get <em>him</em> interested in you?" As he walked closer, you could tell his face had genuine concern on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 03:38:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bGXDpzugnJo/ULW_gr13PJI/AAAAAAAAPw0/Iic0WmCoGzY/Pedro-2%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Katherine's Apartment - Roof of a Building<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A black, long-sleeved shirt and dark-blue denim jeans.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Katherine, Dracula, Open<br><br><hr><hr><br>Salazar felt the fledgling take his knife hand and use it to jab the lunging werewolf in the sternum. He watched her impassively. She must have been scared to death. They wouldn’t have let any harm come to her, but she had every right not to trust them even if it was a threat to her life. Regardless, Dracula seemed entertained by her courage.<br><br><strong>The young one has some <em>fight</em> in her, Diego.</strong><br><br>The detective frowned a little as he thought, <em>That’s not the only thing she has.</em><br><br><strong>I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You always have had a talent for spotting raw potential.</strong><br><br>He couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “Perhaps if she complained less and would actually listen, we wouldn’t have been in this predicament.”<br><br>Salazar watched the count gruesomely end the werewolf’s life and then neatly clean his blade as though he still retained some gentleman's etiquette within him.<br><br><strong>Well you two; what could you possibly have done to get <em>him</em> interested in you?</strong><br><br>Salazar arched a brow at Dracula in disbelief. “Me?”<br><br>He then rested a hand on his stomach as he laughed. “No; not me. Her; possibly. I have no idea what The White Wolf wanted with a fledgling who bites like a puppy who just earned his teeth and who makes such a mess of her victims that she’d make an excellent apprentice for Jackson Pollock. Believe me, I am baffled. I just want to get her to The Coven, have some blood, and go back to my work.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 04:08:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8z7tac0yX1rssz4mo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown - Her Apartment. - Roof of a near by building.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> One of Salazar's black dress shirts with a pair of black heels. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/377665f1552bb62b4382d5d3c62f71be/tumblr_nfvm7jxoUb1t3d0yfo1_500.png) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego &amp; Dracula.<br><br><hr><hr><br>Katherine watched as the other man grabbed a hold of the werewolves neck right in front of her and although she heard his passing comment about her the brunette remained quiet. She was too scared to even think straight. One minute she's so hungry for blood she can't stand it, the next some weird guy (Salazar to be exact) attacks her in an alley only to kidnap her and tell her she's become a vampire, and then werewolves, <em>werewolves</em> of all things, ransack her apartment and attack her! What was the world coming to?! When Dracula raised his sword to end the wolf she quickly averted her eyes; she couldn't watch, even if she wanted to. A hand snapped over her mouth and nose, the smell of blood intoxicating, while her spare arm wrapped over her stomach tightly. Katherine wasn't sure if she felt sicker of hungrier at that moment.<br><br>The brunette seemed completely baffled that Diego couldn't understand her complaining. What wasn't there to complain about? Taking a few step away from the vampire, away from both of the men in fact, the girls stare moved from one man to the other. Completely flabbergasted, she opened her mouth finally to stick up for herself, though her voice was weak, like her posture and her eyes watered as she tried to get her head around everything. <br><br>"I do listen! Who would believe someone who kidnapped them and locked them in their apartment and told them they were a vampire? Would you? I mean really? You must have been human once too, right? How can I not complain? I'm a monster! Now there are werewolves running about and I'm so fucking hungry, this smell just makes me want to rip my hair out!" Her hand fell from her mouth as she spoke, her voice was shaky but increased in volume as she went on. <br><br>Katherine shook her head a little as the two men spoke about her and she felt herself growing sadder by the second, like she'd disappointed someone. She already felt ashamed enough as it was, she didn't need some guy she barely knew making her feel like shit about herself as well. She took a few more steps backward toward the edge of the roof, her free hand&nbsp; returning to clasp over her nose and mouth as she tried to be as sly as she could; maybe they wouldn't notice her if they continued their conversation. She glanced back over her shoulder, spotting a fire escape just below the drop of the roof. Her lips pressed into a stubborn line as she stepped back over the edge, dropping onto the fire escape with a loud metallic thud, no thanks to her black heels, and she mental kicked herself for lack of subtlety.<br><br><em>Like hell am I going back to this Coven thing with them.</em> Katherine decided to bolt for it, using the stair with her increased vampire speed; the one good thing to have seemed to come out of being a vampire. It wasn't far and the brunette had every intention of heading back to her apartment. Maybe she just needed to lock herself away and do the whole 'cold turkey' thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 08:53:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.squarespace.com/static/51b3dc8ee4b051b96ceb10de/51ce6099e4b0d911b4489b79/539ef444e4b063c459107132/1402935699221/poster-fo-luke-evans-dracula-untold-preview.jpg?format=1000w)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Katherine's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego, Katherine<br><hr><br>He simply grinned at his friend when he pointed out that it was Katherine's attitude, her constant complaining and inability to take orders that got them into this mess. "True, but she is just a child with no sire to ease her into her new life. How much were you expecting, old friend?" He looked directly at Katherine when she defended herself from Salazar's words. His face was compassionate, patient, and understanding as she vented her frustrations.<br><br>&nbsp;"Salazar and I were both human; a long, <em>long</em> time ago. We both accepted this existence for different reasons, but we had guidance in our fledgling days; guidance your maker has denied you. I understand this is hard to wrap your mind around, since your sire has abandoned you. But you've been feeding on people; you've experienced firsthand what our kind can do. Any doubt you had should be gone at this point." She continued on and he chuckled. "You are only a monster if you allow yourself to be. What you are, what we <em>all</em> are...are creatures of the night. The definition of savage beauty. And yes there are werewolves; yes you're hungry. Return to the Coven with us and you'll get all the food you can handle as well as protection from the lycans."<br><br>&nbsp;His focus turned back to Diego and he raised an eyebrow as he explained that it seemed to be the girl the White Wolf had been after; Diego merely was with her when the attack happened. "That is concerning, my friend. A childer with less than two months under her belt has drawn the attention of the White Wolf? Perhaps it has something to do with her maker? It would explain his convenient absence and the sudden appearance of wolves." Nodding and understanding how worn out Diego must be, he nodded and put a hand on his shoulder.<br><br>&nbsp;"Relax, brother. We'll be back soon." It may have seemed like all of his attention was on Salazar, but he was a master tactician and had kept his eye on Katherine the entire time. He saw her slowly backing away toward the fire escape. He shook his head as she jumped down and tried to leave them, then he gave Diego a look that seemed to say <em>'kids, am I right?'</em> While everyone should be able to choose for themselves, he was not about to let her get herself killed. He took off after her, catching up before she really got too far. <br><br>He ran down the building side while she used the fire escape, and then suddenly he was in front of her, his arms outstretched to catch her when she ran into him. "Listen to me," he said with just as much force as concern. "I understand you aren't in the best of moods at the moment, but if you try to go back to your apartment; try to leave it all behind and act like none of this ever happened...I may as well kill you now, because the wolves certainly will when the chance arises again. You think that they'll give up after one attempt? No. In fact, you being by yourself will only embolden them." With his hands around her shoulders he seemed to look into her soul. "Deigo, as...gruff as he is, saved you from yourself. And now we've saved you from the lycans. Don't throw your life away because you're confused. Live so we can help you understand."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Artema</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 15:20:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://glim.ru/personal/RP/13_Roses/ilza_mean.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ilza Flynn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown - side street by the Katherine’s apartment slab.<br><strong>Doing: </strong> Watching<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>The city was still a puzzle to her and the probability of her missing the place was nugging stronger with every minute, but then she felt it, the smell of fresh mutant blood burning on her tongue. Navigating by instinct she came to an oldish condo, not sure yet where the altercation have taken place.<br><br>But then the mystery was solved for her when she heard the echo of a familiar voice and a good looking woman dropped on a fire escape platform. Her shirt and movements, even from this distance it looked strange. Was she running from something?<br><br>Why climb up when the action goes down to you? Moving towards the nearest corner and hiding in the shadows of it Ilza decided to wait and see what will come out. Maybe nothing, a lot of shadowing was like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 17:07:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8z7tac0yX1rssz4mo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown - Her Apartment. - Roof of a near by building.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> One of Salazar's black dress shirts with a pair of black heels. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/377665f1552bb62b4382d5d3c62f71be/tumblr_nfvm7jxoUb1t3d0yfo1_500.png) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vlad Dracula.<br><br><hr><hr><br>The young vampire didn't get far. As soon as she was down from the metal staircase she took a step toward the street exit only seem to hit a wall. Arm encircled her, gripping her shoulders and she realized it wasn't just any wall; it was a vampire wall. Tilting her head back, her bright eyes now staring up to the stranger who helped them on the roof top, the girl instantly pulled away. However, like she'd experienced before, there was no getting out of a vampires grasp once they had you between their fingers. The brunette huffed as she gave up struggling and she tensed; she didn't know this vampire, what if she couldn't trust him? Not that she knew or trusted Salazar either...<br><br>When he spoke, she listened. Katherine <em>did</em> listen. Her eyebrows drew together as he spoke of the werewolves who had previously attacked them; they couldn't have really been after her, could they? Then, when he mentioned Diego, she frowned and her eyes averted his, her cheeks puffing out as she thought about what he was saying. She felt guilty that she'd been whiny, especially with Diego, but she also felt annoyed that he couldn't seem to understand how she felt. Katherine remained quiet as the other finished his words, her eyes cast downward as she lost herself in thought, the smell of blood still burning the back of her throat, despite her distance from the roof where the cadavers of the wolves lay.<br><br>"I..." Katherine paused, her shoulders seeming to relax as she sighed, softening slightly. "I want to understand." Bright blue eyes lifted from the floor to glance up to the taller man and her expression gave a hint of sincerity. "But I still need to get some clothes from my apartment. That's all I was doing when this happened." She laughed dryly at her intentions turning into a werewolf attack. "I guess you're going to come with me now, right? And then we have to go back to this Coven thing.." Katherine spared a glance to the roof where she'd run from, where the two of them had left Diego, but she quickly changed her train of thought and turned her gaze to the man in front of her. "I can't go running around in a shirt forever..." Another dry laugh left her lips though not a hint of it touched her eyes.<br><br>The brunette waited for what man would would say next, only to quickly follow up with an introduction. "Oh! And I'm Katherine." She simply stood there there, looking up at him as he would respond. She wondered if he would even let her go back to her apartment at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>19-12-2014, 03:29:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.squarespace.com/static/51b3dc8ee4b051b96ceb10de/51ce6099e4b0d911b4489b79/539ef444e4b063c459107132/1402935699221/poster-fo-luke-evans-dracula-untold-preview.jpg?format=1000w)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Katherine's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katherine<br><hr><br>The young always assumed they knew best when they weren't trained correctly...actually they just always assumed they knew best regardless. Is that how the Roses felt when they looked at the younger generations of vampires? It would certainly explain a lot. She pulled away in an attempt to escape, but his grip was far stronger and he easily held on. She realized her efforts were in vain and stopped shortly after she started. She was learning...good. As he talked, realization seemed to dawn on this girls face. He liked that she was listening and paying attention. She needed to know if she was to understand.<br><br>&nbsp;She finally answered him. She said she wanted to understand, and he nodded his head. "Good. You're leaning." He'd noticed she was in just a shirt and heels; probably Salazar's. Which is why he completely understood when she said she needed more clothes. She began asked questions she already knew the answer to, but needed humoring, so he answered them. "Yes, and yes. If they attacked you once, a second time is inevitable. Whether they do it now or in the near future is uncertain, but it <em>will</em> happen. So I'd not look a gift horse in the mouth <em>too</em> much young one. It's not often you get the Prince of Darkness as a bodyguard," he said with a disarming smile. She joked, saying she couldn't run around in a shirt forever, and he shrugged.<br><br>&nbsp;"I would certainly not complain, and where are my manners? I am Count Vladimir Dracula. It is a pleasure to meet you." He bowed, then stood back up and looked at her. "Well, let's get back to your apartment and get your things sorted out. After we leave I'll post some lookouts to see if the wolves will return, but you'll be safe for now with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>19-12-2014, 20:31:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8z7tac0yX1rssz4mo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown - Her Apartment. - Roof of a near by building.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> One of Salazar's black dress shirts with a pair of black heels. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/377665f1552bb62b4382d5d3c62f71be/tumblr_nfvm7jxoUb1t3d0yfo1_500.png) -- Denim shorts (https://31.media.tumblr.com/2a608e991e2425829962ffcbf2d4717b/tumblr_ngsj0d59VX1tkp8ozo1_500.jpg), A two-toned blue/white long sleeved jumper (https://38.media.tumblr.com/8580b231bec4133e9a960a9a1f13c7d5/tumblr_ngou6kPnCt1sfku6po1_500.jpg) and a pair of white converse. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/99f11e12eca629896d1ccbdf45e05b9f/tumblr_nguertcYoU1rhrh3vo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vlad Dracula.<br><br><hr><hr><br>Katherine sighed as her questions regarding the werewolves attack were answered and she found her shoulders slumping forward as exhaustion seemed to rest on her shoulders. The young vampire tilted her head a little when he commented about being her bodyguard; the Prince of Darkness? It wasn't a secret that she'd watched her fair share of movies in general, including vampire movies, but she didn't make the connection right away. When he introduced himself, however, her eyebrows raised and realization flashed across her face. <em>The Prince of Darkness? The Count Dracula?</em> Were the movies based on fact? Was he even real? <br><br>"I-It's nice to meet you as well!" The young vampire stuttered out with another dry laugh, a nervous smile pulling at her features as her hand moved to push her damp hair from her face. She nodded as he reassured her that she was safe with him. "Ok. Thanks." A different sort of smile pulled at her lips then; it was genuine. <br><br>Katherine lead the way to her apartment and she entered the open door cautiously, not wanting to make the same mistake as last time. Who knows what was waiting for her inside this time? Gnomes? No...Gnomes didn't exist, right? She sighed as she stepped over fallen items and broken glasses, her heels giving her a slight platform of safety above the rubble. Katherine turned from her living room and into her bedroom with another sigh. Her bright orbs glanced around the wrecked room before she headed over toward the wardrobe. Pulling it open, the brunette fished through some of the untouched clothes, pulling things from the closet and laying them on the mattress. She then pulled a small baby blue suitcase from the top shelf of the wardrobe and opened it once it was on top of her bed; the only free space in the room at that point. She tossed in a few shoes at the bottom of the case and then some clothes and underwear; just some things to get by as it was obvious she couldn't hang around her apartment alone anymore with the wolves about. Plus, it was a pigsty. She quickly removed her heels with a sigh of relief before tossing them into the case as well; they were one of her favorite pairs.<br><br>After zipping up the case, she turned her attention to what she was wearing. Katherine made sure she couldn't be seen through the open door (or the smashed window in her bedroom) and pulled the shirt from her body. She pulled on a plain white bra, decorated with lace and a red bow between the cups. She dressed herself in a pair of light blue, distressed, denim shorts and a two-toned, blue and white jumper and a pair of white converse that had seemed to have seen better days. Tugging her case from her bed, she paused before leaving the room, her eyes cast over her shoulders to glance around. She moved to check the floor beside her bed to look around; she hadn't had a chance to look around properly for her mothers necklace and it wasn't where she had placed it. She spotted the case and quickly, Katherine scrambled for the jewellery box, which she opened only to disappoint herself further. It was empty. Sighing heavily, she placed the box onto the bed before pressing back to her feet and walking back to her case, she started to exit the room. <br><br>Upon spotting Vlad, Katherine would smile before speaking. "Alright, lets go." Her case in tow, Katherine would follow Dracula to the Coven with apprehension knotting in her stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>24-12-2014, 18:14:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.squarespace.com/static/51b3dc8ee4b051b96ceb10de/51ce6099e4b0d911b4489b79/539ef444e4b063c459107132/1402935699221/poster-fo-luke-evans-dracula-untold-preview.jpg?format=1000w)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Katherine's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katherine<br><hr><br>When the young vampire heard his name, a look of shock and understanding seemed to come over her face. He was never surprised when people got that expression around him, but it was always pleasing. "Yes, I am <em>that</em> Dracula. The humans paint quite a tale of my exploits, although they can never seem to get it quite right." When they entered the apartment, it was apparent the wolves did more than try to kidnap her. They wrecked her home for no reason. <br><br>Such unprofessional behavior. He'd understand if it was part of the assignment, but to just wantonly destroy...he'd never understand the lycans. She went into her room to get the clothes she'd be taking with her, and during that time Vlad became an invisible blur of motion. In moments the apartment looked respectable again, although he couldn't fix what was broken. When she was finished, she came back out and told him she was ready to go. "Come then. There's a car waiting for us downstairs. There are other ways but I'm not sure how good you are at flying yet and I wouldn't want to leave you behind on the ground. This way at least you can see where we're going, and you'll have some extra security on your way to the Coven." <br><br>Gesturing for her to follow him, he closed the door behind them with a flick of his wrist. Like he'd said, there was a black Range Rover waiting for them at street level. One of the guards, a massive Romanian in all black held the door open for both of them. After they were inside, the tinted window rolled down and Vlad looked at the man. "Constantin, my old friend. I'm leaving you in charge here, and your backup should arrive soon. Anything suspicious, you let me know. Any wolves show up...<em>end</em> them. You know the drill." The vampire known as Constantin nodded his understanding, then burst into a flock of bats and went to find a vantage point. Vlad thought back to the old days, back when he was a Prince and Constantin was one of his top generals. How things had changed, yet very much stayed the same. "Let's be off. We have much to do and little time to do it." The driver nodded and put the truck in drive, speeding off into the night.<br><br><br>[continued here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218560.0) ]
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 01:27:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> The White Wolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Unknown</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katherine<br><hr><br>The coffin room had grown so quiet that it was uncertain if Salazar was still seated above her until a loud bang sounded. A heavy weight landed on top of the coffin and seemed to remain there perched on top of it. A shrill, hyena-like laugh was uttered above Katherine, but in the darkness of the coffin not much could be made out.<br><br>“We got her in this box? Come on, let’s open it. We can…play with her a little,” came a voice.<br><br>“No; The White Wolf says that she is a gift for The Master,” came another voice.<br><br>“Grr, you call that vampire filth master? He will never be my master.”<br><br>“Shut your mouth. Don’t let them hear you or you’ll be-”<br><br>There was suddenly a wet splat heard atop the coffin and the body that had been perched on top of it was heard toppling over to the ground next to it. The familiar voice of The White Wolf then followed:<br><br>“I don’t like <em>rats.</em> I will never submit to a vampire and address him as master! The creature that we serve is no vampire. He is a devil. By serving him, we preserve our pack. Remember that!”<br><br>A knock then sounded on the coffin lid and The White Wolf’s voice seeped through:<br><br>“Still alive in there? Thirsty?” he taunted on a laugh.<br>&nbsp;<br>[Continued From (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218727.msg10951249#msg10951249)]
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>07-02-2015, 19:52:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/af6aae370174b99c2f24bf71bec508f4/tumblr_njdag5hfpN1svraroo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Salazar's Coffin - - Unknown.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts (https://31.media.tumblr.com/2a608e991e2425829962ffcbf2d4717b/tumblr_ngsj0d59VX1tkp8ozo1_500.jpg), A two-toned blue/white long sleeved jumper (https://38.media.tumblr.com/8580b231bec4133e9a960a9a1f13c7d5/tumblr_ngou6kPnCt1sfku6po1_500.jpg) and a pair of white converse. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/99f11e12eca629896d1ccbdf45e05b9f/tumblr_nguertcYoU1rhrh3vo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The White Wolf.<br><br><hr><hr><br>The loud thud on top of the coffin pulled her from her sleep with a start. Bright eyes snapped open and she tried to sit up, only to smack her forehead on the surface enclosing her; she wasn't used to sleeping in such a confined space. Laying back into the soft interior of the coffin, her hand quickly snaked up to rub at her head, teeth gritted together to make a hissing noise. <em>Ouch!</em> The laugh that sounded was like nothing she'd ever heard before. It sent a shiver up her spine, goosebumps raising over the exposed flesh of her legs as she froze, remaining silent. What was going on?<br><br>As the unfamiliar voices conversed outside of her wooden cage, Katherine lay still, afraid to move. <em>The White Wolf.</em> The white werewolf who had attacked her before at her apartment! Had he caught her? Had he followed her to Diego's apartment and kidnapped her? What had happened to Diego? Was he OK? A lump formed in her throat as the questions raced through her mind. Her mouth was dry and her hunger was overpowering in the back of her mind. If only she had drank the night before when Diego had offered it her... No, she had to focus. Her hands moved to push at the lid of the coffin, but she felt so weak. <em>No</em>, no, this was not happening!<br><br>One of the voices was interrupted then and an awful sound rang in her ears; something wet, something ripping, something she didn't want to ever hear again. The scent of blood attacked her senses and she tensed, trying to maintain control, her knees knocking together as she trembled. Katherine tried to retain any information she could, but it was proving difficult as her hungry corrupted her mind.<br><br>Katherine flinched when there was a knock on her coffin door and she froze, her finger trips digging at the wood above her, her bright eyes staring at the lid unflinching. Biting down on her bottom lip, the brunette lowered her hands to her chest, gripping at the material of her jumper for comfort. <br><br>"Where's Diego? You better not have hurt him.." She knew her questions wouldn't be answered, but she had to try. The young vampire tried to keep her voice calm, but her words ended up shaky as the passed her lips, for which she inwardly cursed herself.<br><br>"Where am I?! What the hell do you want with me?!" Her voice was a little louder this time, trying to appear a little more confident, like these wolves didn't scare her. She wasn't smart enough to keep her mouth shut.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>08-02-2015, 09:16:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> The White Wolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Unknown</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katherine<br><hr><br><strong>Where’s Diego? You better not have hurt him..</strong><br><br>The White Wolf laughed, “Hurt? Hurt is an understatement. You don’t need to worry about him. This is all about you.”<br><br><strong>Where am I?! What the hell do you want with me?!</strong><br><br>“With you? Nothing. If I wasn’t ordered to bring you here, then I would have you defanged and roasting in the sun along with him! We’re going to keep you in this box until you go insane with bloodlust. When your lord comes, you’ll blindly attack him and want to suck him dry.”<br><br>The werewolves all chorused with laughter until one of the guards entered the room. The White Wolf looked to him.<br><br>The guard swallowed apprehensively, “We can’t get his fangs.”<br><br>“What do you mean you can’t get his fangs? You chopped off his arms and legs didn’t you?” He grinned slightly for he knew the news would horrify the fledgling.<br><br>“Yes my lord, but his fangs aren’t like normal vampires’…”<br><br>“I don’t know what that means, but my necklace needs more fangs. Use the virgin…” he lowered his head to the coffin and spoke wickedly, “Not even the eldest vampire can resist the blood of an innocent.”<br><br>“When you’re done with her, bring her here so that we can acquaint the fledgling with the purest tasting blood on earth.”<br><br>“Yes, my lord.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>08-02-2015, 09:20:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nologomgmt.com/PhotosRepository/Web/64a4b180-226d-4866-9cfb-4ba545352b56/afb562b1-fd37-4ab4-a78b-ee4f5d78ad85/Resize%20of%20IMG_4719%20c%C3%B3pia.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Unknown Chamber<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White tunic, black trousers, and mocs.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> NPCs, Open <em>Mentioned:</em> Katherine and Vlad<br><br><hr><hr><br>The traps had worked, but the amount of werewolves The White Wolf had set upon his apartment was the equivalent of a small army. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice, but to have sent an army, he didn’t know whether to be flattered or disgusted by the cowardice. The attack had happened at sunrise. Salazar knew that when he called Dracula, leaving a message at 0600 was going to be awkward. There was nothing any of the vampires could do during the day. The sun was their deadliest weapon and The White Wolf had taken advantage of it. The transition from his apartment to the unknown location he and Katherine were currently was lost to him. He didn’t remember what had happened once the werewolves had stormed the coffin room. It was when he awoke that he realized the damage that had been done.<br><br>The vampire was blindfolded and between his teeth was a wooden bit to possibly force his fangs to be displayed for their removal. He couldn’t feel his arms or legs. All he could feel was a cold shackle about his neck, and the weight of his own body. He felt so weak and his senses had never been so strong. There was blood on the air and he recognized it to unfortunately be his own. That alone was what led him to figure out what the werewolves had done to him. The White Wolf’s threat from that night was recited again in his memory. Dismembered…that was what they had done to him.<br><br>The loud rusty squeal of iron resonated throughout the chamber he was in. Two werewolves—he could tell by their stench—strode into the room to surround him.<br><br>“Look at him. He’s as pale as a sheet. You think he’s lost every drop?” the taller werewolf asked.<br><br>The shorter werewolf approached Salazar and crouched before him, inspecting his breathing and he could tell that he was listening to them.<br><br>“No. He’s still alive and I bet he’s thirsty for some blood,” he replied.<br><br>“White Wolf wants us to get his fangs.”<br><br>“Yeah, I know.”<br><br>He grasped the vampire roughly by his jaw and against his jerking protests pushed back his lips with his fingers. The shorter werewolf scowled when he saw human teeth.<br><br>“Are we sure we have a vampire here?”<br><br>“How else is he still alive?”<br><br>“Well, he has no fangs.”<br><br>“Quit shittin’ me. A vampire has to have fangs. How else does he feed?”<br><br>“I don’t know maybe there’s a trick to it.”<br><br>Releasing Salazar’s face, the short werewolf stood up and walked back over to his comrade, and the two exited the chamber.<br><br>Diego hung his head as he felt his mind beginning to drift. He was desperately hanging onto control for his fangs were all he had left. He didn’t know how Vlad was going to find them. He wasn’t sure if the werewolves left any obvious trails and he wasn’t even sure if they had Katherine in a similar chamber and condition to his own. If he had assumed correctly, then she was probably in a better state than what he was in. Dismembered, defanged, and then next was the burning. They were going to roast him alive.<br><br>Hopefully, if Vlad did manage to find them, he would be able to get to Katherine first. She was the important one in this situation, and there was much to be uncovered as long as they had her in their custody. He had lost a lot of blood, and it was only a matter of minutes before he lost his mind and turned into a feral monster. It would be his first time. Salazar liked to believe that he had been too careful to let that happen…until now. The vampire had chosen to live outside The Coven because being alone had allowed him to control his life and better go about completing missions without restriction and supervision. Ever since he met Katherine that girl had gotten him into so much trouble that at times, he didn’t know how he wound up in such a situation.<br><br>It might have felt like a nightmare if he had suffered hunger before. There was thirst, starving, and then there was hunger. Hunger was a vampire’s last stop before all intelligence was lost. If he was locked away in this chamber, then he couldn’t hurt anyone. That fact was made even truer with his missing limbs.<br><br>The chain was taut and was the only thing keeping his limbless body from lying upon the floor. He was starting to hear voices, and he recognized them to be voices from many years ago, perhaps centuries ago.<br><br><em>Give it up. You can’t take them. End this war.</em><br><br><em>I will end it. Just you watch.</em><br><br>Faint terrified screams sounded from beyond the door before it screeched open, and the werewolves returned dragging in what seemed to be an innocent girl. Upon seeing Salazar’s maimed form, her blue eyes lit up and in a fit of tears she began pleading to be let go.<br><br>“Ssh, it’ll be over before you know it,” the shorter werewolf cooed.<br><br>Forcing the girl onto her knees, they held her head down, her blonde hair obscuring her face and sticking to her damp, teary cheeks.<br><br>The tall werewolf grinned wickedly, “He’s going to go insane.”<br><br>Drawing a knife from a sheath at his hip, he reached down and dragged the sharp edge across the girl’s throat. On a gurgling breath, the girl’s blood spilled hotly upon the floor, and its purity instantly wafted into Salazar’s face like the fumes from a great feast. The emotion couldn’t be described. It triggered every starving emotion in his body: hunger, thirst, lust, etc. Salazar’s teeth sank into the bit in his mouth as he tried to resist the virgin blood he sensed.<br><br><em>I have given you a second chance…I have given you a second life…if you want to relish in the gift that I have given you, then do not be afraid to take the blood of others. You are not like them…there are no others like you. Do not starve…</em><br><br><em>And if I refuse to drink?</em><br><br><em>Ha, ha, ha…then you will become what they fear most.</em><br><br>Shaking his head wildly, he could feel his conscience slipping. The werewolves laughed as they watched the chain rattle in his struggle.<br><br>“Look at him, he’s losing it already,” the short werewolf noted.<br><br>“Go over there and get his fangs,” the taller one ordered.<br><br>The short werewolf glared at the other werewolf. Since when was he the boss of him? It was only because the White Wolf commanded them to that he listened, but if the tall werewolf thought that he was going to be the one to give the alpha the fangs, then he was wrong. He was going to take the full credit. The short werewolf took a knee before Salazar and grasped his jaw as he had done before. Unlike last time, crimson tears were rolling down his cheeks and dripping from his chin and again upon pushing back his lips, he saw that his teeth had not changed.<br><br>“Well?” the tall werewolf questioned.<br><br>“Nothing,” the short werewolf answered.<br><br>“Fuck!”<br><br>The upper and lower rows of Salazar’s canines then began to elongate, crushing the bit in his mouth as the pieces clattered to the floor.<br><br>“Ah! I see them!” the short werewolf announced.<br><br>“Get them then!” the taller werewolf excitedly exclaimed.<br><br>Before the shorter werewolf had a chance to grab one fang, the skin of Salazar’s forehead parted as a large, glistening red eye was revealed. The werewolf was frozen in shock as he watched the red eye dart around the room before it settled on the virgin’s corpse. Salazar’s mouth opened wide and his lungs began to expand with a deep breath. The blonde’s head snapped back in the tall werewolf’s grip as the incision at her throat gushed in a torrent of blood and guts that rushed in a stream over the short werewolf’s shoulder. The short werewolf paled as he felt blood and human meat drench the side of his face and shoulder. He watched it disappear down the vampire’s throat like a vacuum as the girl’s body deflated, shriveling like a raisin until it resembled an empty flesh bag of bones. Her insides and vitals had been completely stripped from her body and were locked away behind Salazar’s teeth as they came together like a hatch.<br><br>Dropping the limp corpse, the tall werewolf stared wide-eyed at the limbless captive.<br><br>“What the fuck…” he uttered in awe.<br><br>From the coagulated gashes where Salazar’s arms used to be, squirted blood that began to weave into numerous vessels and soon those vessels became wrapped in muscle and tissue. As the red eye settled on the short werewolf, a pair of bloody hands snagged the werewolf by the base of his throat and chin, and in one effortlessly jerk, the creature’s head was removed and sent flying over the tall werewolf’s head. The tall werewolf’s eyes followed the flying head until it struck the metal door behind him and rolled over to his feet.<br><br>“F-fuck this!” he screamed and the second it took him to turn. The chain had snapped free of the wall and he came face to face with a feral vampire who was no longer without limbs. Staggering backwards, the werewolf tried to plead, “No wait! Please!”<br><br>Salazar’s hand ripped through the werewolf’s teeth and emerged out the back of his head. The werewolf went limp as the vampire jerked his hand free of the wolf’s skull. Instead of escape as any intellectual creature might have done, Salazar returned to the puddle of virgin blood that had first spilled and dropped to his hands and knees to begin lapping it up like a dog. The tongue that dragged across the filthy stone floor, soaking up every drop of innocent blood had been inhuman in length and seemed to lengthen the more he drank.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>09-02-2015, 00:08:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/af6aae370174b99c2f24bf71bec508f4/tumblr_njdag5hfpN1svraroo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Salazar's Coffin - - Unknown.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts (https://31.media.tumblr.com/2a608e991e2425829962ffcbf2d4717b/tumblr_ngsj0d59VX1tkp8ozo1_500.jpg), A two-toned blue/white long sleeved jumper (https://38.media.tumblr.com/8580b231bec4133e9a960a9a1f13c7d5/tumblr_ngou6kPnCt1sfku6po1_500.jpg) and a pair of white converse. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/99f11e12eca629896d1ccbdf45e05b9f/tumblr_nguertcYoU1rhrh3vo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The White Wolf.<br><br><hr><hr><br>Katherine kicked at the lid of the coffin when the man outside replied, taunting her. Her expression was worried as she shifted in the coffin, trying to put more weight behind her as she pushed at the door; it wouldn't open. What was she going to do? Even if she did manage to bust out of her cage, what would happen? She had no combat experience, no training to speak of other then a single kick boxing class she was forced to attend by her dad when she was nine, she was without sustenance and had refused to drink the night before, which seemed to make her weaker, and she was scared. She scared to the point of trembling. <br><br>As the White Wolf continued to talk, Katherine remained silent. Her breaths were shallow and shaky as she exhaled, trying to keep her cool under a serious amount of pressure. Why was this evening happening?!<br><br>"M-My lord? What the hell are you talking about?! You aren't making any sense!" <br><br>The blood from outside the coffin was driving her mad already; she couldn't keep still. The young vampire just kept fidgeting and fidgeting, the sensitivity of her nose was amazing yet crippling. The metallic smell made her mouth water and she felt her fangs protruding from her gums as her stomach churned. Her hand darted up to cover her mouth, her eyes closing tightly as she tired to rein in her hunger. Tears pooled between her closed eyelids; she feared for her life and what was worse, the life of the person she'd put directly into harms way.<br><br>When she heard a door open, Katherine snapped her eyes open, her hand still covering her mouth defensively as her other hand gripped her wrist to stop it from shaking. The news horrified her; what had they done to Salazar? He knew this was going to happen. He told her to stay behind at the Coven but she didn't listen. She didn't listen and now he was being tortured. Katherine didn't even know if vampires could grow back their limbs; she didn't know anything.<br><br>"Let him go! You said this was about me, right? Just let him go! You...You mutt!"<br><br>Maybe the insult wasn't exactly stellar, or safe to add onto the end of her plea, but Katherine held fast as she gave the coffin lid another kick, sucking in a breath that she thought she'd probably hold forever at this point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>09-02-2015, 20:38:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/60/36/b3/6036b3ac0e7bcbe84b388e461ed8b733.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Unknown <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego, Katherine<br><hr><br>The girl, Katherine was...she was strong willed. He could say that much about her, but she didn't seem to know how things were handled. Or she didn't want to know or didn't care, something like that. All he knew was, she was hard headed, and that was a quick way to get in trouble in this world. But she'd been so insistent on going to see Salazar that he allowed her(with an unseen escort on top of the full escort she'd be getting of course). She seemed to have bonded to the Roses detective, and he could see why. <br><br>So while she wasn't solely Salazar's responsibility, a large amount of it would fall on him since his opinion seemed to be more highly valued by the girl than the others. He'd had a bit more business to attend to after she left, but a look at his watch that read nearly 6am meant it was time to get some much needed rest after a rather exciting night. He was heading toward his coffin chamber when his phone rang, and looking down at the message caused his fangs to bear as he almost punched a hole through the wall. "Those cursed wolves!!" He couldn't help Salazar and Katherine right now as the sun was about to let the world feel it's accursed radiance. And he didn't trust any of the familiars to be able to hold that apartment or even get close if the lycans left anyone behind.<br><br>&nbsp;He just texted his friend back, telling him he would find them as soon as possible. Dracula was a man of his word, and Salazar knew that. He wouldn't be surprised if he was worried, but he knew Dracula always came through on a promise. He informed some of the others of the situation, but there was nothing any of them could do until the sun went down. So for now he just retreated into his coffin and forced himself to sleep. He'd need his strength come the night. When the sun finally set, his eyes snapped open and he was out of the building immediately after he gathered everything he'd need. His first stop was Salazar's apartment, and the scene before him was not a pretty one. Dead wolves, every single trap set off, and even his lair was left wide open to the world. "Crude creatures these wolves, but they are determined."<br><br>&nbsp;He scoured that apartment up and down, looking for the smallest clue he could find as well as the most obvious track. He found a few things, but nothing concrete that could deliver him the location of where they'd taken his fellow vampires. The only constant was the overbearing smell of wolf. "Dammit. I haven't done this in five hundred years. I hope I remember." Stepping outside, he started to breathe deeply, inhaling as much air as he could before his fangs extended. His claws grew even longer and a miasma of darkness enveloped him. It roiled and rumbled with him at the center, a transformation taking hold of the Prince. When it was done, there was no longer a man. <br><br>But a large black wolf in it's place. Dracula like all vampires had many varied powers, but he also had powers unique to him due to the circumstances of his turning and who he was before. Growling, he sniffed the air, searching for that powerful stench of lycan with the hope that he could follow it. To his now lupine senses, he could visualize the trail and snarled before padding off into the growing darkness. Even as a wolf, his speed was that of a vampire, and he blurred through the night as he stayed hot on the trail of the werewolves. He grew closer with each passing minute, but several times he had to stop and refocus.<br><br>&nbsp;They weren't overly smart, but they had natural instincts and apparently they'd changed direction several times to throw off any potential pursuers. It wasn't easy, especially when he was led into the sewers. All of the extra smells really interfered with what he was seeking, but he would not be deterred. He kept going, and eventually found himself in a massive underground labyrinth. He reverted to his normal form and pressed against a wall, wreathed in shadows. "To think they've been here this whole time. These dogs are more clever than we admit to ourselves." This place was absolutely, and he had no idea where to start looking.<br><br>&nbsp;But two things, two smells stood out strongly against everything here. Smells he knew well. Salazar's blood, and the blood of a virgin. He moved so fast and with such purpose that even if he'd been discovered, no one save the White Wolf would have been able to even slow him down. He stopped outside of the door that seemed to be the source of the smell, and with one hard kick he broke the door into splinters. His face fell when he entered the room and saw Salazar on the floor. Two dead wolves and a dead girl surrounded him. And his good friend was lapping up blood from the floor like an animal. Immediately he slammed into Salazar, pushing him away from the blood and against a wall. His fangs extended as he held him pinned against the wall and tried to snap him out of the animalistic delirium the wolves torture had left him in."Diego! You are better than these creatures! Find yourself again brother!!" He needed to find Katherine as well, but if he let Salazar like he was, they'd never get him back so he had to get this handled right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>10-02-2015, 04:55:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nologomgmt.com/PhotosRepository/Web/64a4b180-226d-4866-9cfb-4ba545352b56/afb562b1-fd37-4ab4-a78b-ee4f5d78ad85/Resize%20of%20IMG_4719%20c%C3%B3pia.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Unknown Chamber - Abandoned Subway Revealed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White tunic, black trousers, and mocs.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Dracula, NPCs, Open <em>Mentioned:</em> Katherine<br><br><hr><hr><br>When the door to the torture chamber was kicked open, the vampire and friend Vlad had once known was crouched over the puddle that had become a dark stain on the stone. Mouth hanging open, his tongue dragged along the rough turf, having grown red with irritation from being scraped across the ground. He was like a mosquito hunched over a wound and trying to suck the blood from the cracks. The feral vampire’s red eye darted to Vlad. His tongue retracted behind clenched teeth that he bore at the man like a wolf. His fangs were criss-crossed. The points of his fangs surpassed his upper and lower lips. The ancient vampire’s frightening appearance was of a creature of a different era and region. Its features were foreign to the vampires commonly seen in Europe and North America, and the more feral he became, the more the features came out. Dracula was losing his once mild-mannered and intellectual friend to the monster by the minute.<br><br>The blindfold tumbled from his eyes. Eyes similar to the crimson sphere that burned in the center of his forehead took in the sight of Dracula and there was no recognition. His teeth parted and the roar that escaped his throat was encased in a breath of ice.<br><br>Vlad was quick to slam Salazar against the wall and the vampire went berserk. His hands snagged Dracula’s shoulders, his nails sinking into his flesh like claws as strength challenged strength. The prince was at a disadvantage, taking on a vampire that would challenge his desperation to save a friend with pure malice.<br><br>The White Wolf appeared in the doorway, having been drawn to the noise. His old, blue eyes took in the gore that covered the room before they rose to see Dracula struggling with the monster he had created. The alpha grinned, stroking his beard with his finger with intrigue as he watched the battle.<br><br>“Well, well, this turned out better than I imagined. I actually thought that you were going to come for the girl, but this will do,” he said with a laugh. “Being destroyed by your own partner is a more gruesome death than what I would have thought up. If one of you doesn’t kill the other, then you will both die in the sun.”<br><br>He pointed up to the ceiling and explained, “The roof is rigged to open at 6am. You have six hours to destroy each other. Whether one of you decides to die or not, me and my men will be long gone with the girl, and you’ll never find us or her.”<br><br>As Dracula wrestled with Salazar, he would notice his large third eye turn slightly in the direction of the White Wolf. His pupil thinned into a slit and his arms flexed as his fingers curled into the vampire prince’s shoulders. With feral strength, Salazar executed a turn, lifting him and whirling him around in the direction of the White Wolf. What seemed like an attack to repel Dracula had actually been a turn of events. Salazar threw the vampire prince toward the White Wolf, and the alpha’s face went whiter than the hair on his face.<br><br>“What the!” he started, and in an outbreak of fur dove out of the prince’s path to flee down the corridor.<br><br>Salazar dropped to his knees, his hand going to his skull to cover his third eye. His head was splitting with the barrage of a thousand memories rushing his conscience at once as he tried to salvage what remained of the man he once was. It hadn’t been Dracula’s words entirely that had brought him back, but the sight of the White Wolf, the one creature he grew to despise greatly. The White Wolf had unintentionally did him a service. Seeing how he hated the beast for torturing him and putting Katherine’s life in danger, he was able to redirect his killer instinct into violently hurling Dracula at him like a weapon.<br><br>“Don’t…” Salazar rasped in his struggle. “Don’t let them escape with Katherine. Do not worry about me, I will catch up and if I don’t, don’t come back for me!”<br><br><br>Meanwhile, the White Wolf had returned to what appeared to be an abandoned subway station. The werewolves were gathered on a platform, standing around the coffin that contained Katherine. The werewolves all faced their leader as he galloped toward them.<br><br>“Change of plans! Get on the subway, we’re moving out. Move the girl to the front. Dracula will have to face car after car of death!” the White Wolf ordered.<br><br>The werewolves nodded and with one still sitting on top of Katherine’s coffin, four others hefted the coffin to carry it into the awaiting subway. There were wolves snarling and licking their chops throughout the ten car train, watching as the coffin was carried to the front of the locomotive. The subway hissed as the doors closed and the steel wheels started rolling. Seconds after boarding, the private train was bolting away from the station.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 01:52:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/60/36/b3/6036b3ac0e7bcbe84b388e461ed8b733.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Unknown <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego, Katherine, White Wolf, Dead Men Walking<br><hr><br>What many of the younger generation of vampire didn't know was that there was more than one kind of vampire. Just like there were multiple types of bats. Diego was hispanic and as he was reverting to or already in a feral state, he was more and more resembling one of those ancient creatures that were labeled as "monster" even by other vampires. Impossibly strong and fast, they knew nothing but death and food. He actually felt fear when he looked into those crimson eyes of Salazar's; and it grew worse when he saw the third orb placed in the center of his forehead...the eye that shouldn't have been there.<br><br>&nbsp;Fear for his own safety was natural, but more than that...fear that he may be forced to destroy one of his best friends raced through his heart. His pleas seemingly fell on deaf ears, and all he got in return for slamming into Salazar were ten claws painfully dug into his shoulders. He grunted, but allowed no real signs to show that this pain actually effected him. He turned and hissed at the White Wolf when he made his presence known; pain was still shooting through him, but his lust for ripping that foul beasts throat out overrode everything. "I will <em>end</em> you, dog." He kept struggling against Salazar, but he heard every word coming from the Alpha's mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;Six hours until the sun would flood down and kill them. Plenty of time. He turned back to Salazar in time to see that startling third eye of his narrow in recognition and purpose, and then he was in the air as Salazar threw him like a human projectile toward the Wolf. He didn't fully understand what had happened, but he wouldn't waste this opportunity. Fangs bared and claws out like daggers, he roared and prayed for a lengthy death for the lycan. "Die, beast!! RRAAAAARGH!!!" A mere instant before he'd dug his claws into the Alpha's belly, the wolf ran like the coward he was. Instead Dracula pulverized nearly the entirety of the wall he'd hit, leaving dust and rubble as he turned back for his friend. He rushed to his side, kneeling next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. <br><br>And though he didn't want to, he listened to his words. If the White Wolf was going through all this trouble for Katherine, then <em>something</em> was special about her. That much they both knew. "You can beat this, brother. You can and you <em>will</em>." He stood up and unclasped his cape, draping it around Salazar's shoulders. "Don't worry. I'll eradicate <em>every single one</em> of those dirty wolves and get her back. And then I'll kill the white one if there's time." And just like that, he was gone in a blur of motion. He sped through the corridors, following the smell of fear, anticipation, and wet dog to the boarding platform for the subway train. He barely saw the last car as it sped away and around a soft corner. He snarled and exploded into a flock of bats (https://33.media.tumblr.com/cba0e7a989556e203431f54ee1e99f0a/tumblr_ndece0m9gd1rx6lo2o8_250.gif) that rapidly flew off after the train.<br><br>&nbsp;It didn't take long to catch up, and the bats merged when they reached the last car, becoming Dracula once again. He stood on the roof and looked down, taking a moment to collect himself&nbsp; and draw two short swords from his hip. His blade was too long to truly be effective in such a cramped space, but the twin swords were just what he needed. Taking a deep breath, he became mist and seeped into the car. He was moving before he'd even fully reformed, and by the time he did his blade was sticking out of the mouth of one of the lycan soldiers. "You have roused the ire of the Prince of Darkness. You all die...<em>tonight</em>!" He hissed and blurred, cutting into wolf flesh and savoring the feeling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 02:46:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/af6aae370174b99c2f24bf71bec508f4/tumblr_njdag5hfpN1svraroo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Salazar's Coffin - - Train Car.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts (https://31.media.tumblr.com/2a608e991e2425829962ffcbf2d4717b/tumblr_ngsj0d59VX1tkp8ozo1_500.jpg), A two-toned blue/white long sleeved jumper (https://38.media.tumblr.com/8580b231bec4133e9a960a9a1f13c7d5/tumblr_ngou6kPnCt1sfku6po1_500.jpg) and a pair of white converse. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/99f11e12eca629896d1ccbdf45e05b9f/tumblr_nguertcYoU1rhrh3vo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The White Wolf, NPC Wolves.<br><br><hr><hr><br>The swaying made her feel a little cautious, more so then the fear, though it made her feel ridiculous to admit. Katherine didn’t try to bust out of the coffin as it was paraded through the train cars by four werewolf lackeys, instead she listened. Pressing her ear against the cold wood of the coffin’s wall, her weight shifted and she felt her captors pause, carelessly bouncing the sarcophagus to regain their grip. <br><br>“Would you keep your dead ass still in there?!” One yelled, practically spitting the words like venom.<br><br>Katherine replied by smacking the wall of the coffin with a flat palm in the direction of the voice, causing the wolf to jump at the sudden sound. The corner of the coffin dipped a little, but he quickly recovered and an earthy growl escaped him. The brunette frowned silently in rebellion; it was better for her that he couldn’t see her defiant expression. <br><br>It wasn’t long before she felt herself lowered again, the coffin now resting between the seats in the isle of the train. The young vampire had no idea where she was until she felt a rumbling beneath her as the train started up. <em>Oh no.</em> She felt tension grasp her limbs as the train started off down the tunnel; she was moving! The brunette inhaled deeply before starting to kick at the lid of the coffin again, her voice demanding as she shouted.<br><br>“Let me out of here! Where are you taking me?! What the hell is your problem?!” Katherine knew it wasn’t likely to get her anywhere, but she had to try. <br><br>The brunette didn’t let up, her fists and feet pounded on the lid of the wooden box, her voice screamed, urgent for answers or some sort of feedback. The hunger was driving her crazy, but she managed to keep her fangs in her mouth, her eyes their normal blue. Maybe if she continued one of them would open the lid and she could get a little taste. By the time her throat was beginning to get soar, their voices caught her ears.<br><br>“For fucks sake! Shut her up already! I can’t take her fucking screaming!”<br><br>“But he said not to open it up unless he was here.”<br><br>“He’s on his way here anyway! Just go to the back and get him for me then, would’ya? I’ll fucking deal with her.”<br><br>The reluctant wolf seemed to stutter and try and reason with the other, to no avail, until he finally gave up to find their boss; The White Wolf. The other wolf seemed to wait a moment before he started at the lid, pushing it open away from him.<br><br>“Fucking vampire bitc-!”<br><br>The dim light flooded the inside of the coffin and it seemed to ignite something within Katherine. She knew she had to act, and fast. Her arm shot up, pressing onto the lid to burst out of her confinement, practically diving onto the wolf that’d been stupid enough to open her cage. She pressed one hand against his forehead while the other pushed at his shoulder, her legs either side of his chest as she pressed him into the edge of the seat. He remained crouched to the ground while the fledgling towered over him. Katherine hesitated just enough for the wolf to see her face; her fangs extended past her bottom lip and her eyes turned a deep crimson, intent on the pulsing of his neck. She shoved her head forward, deep into the side of his neck as she pressed her teeth into his jugular. <br><br>The screams were deafened by the blood gushing into her mouth, her tongue throbbing as she listened to his dulling heartbeat. He squirmed beneath her but as soon as she took the first taste he was too weak to fight back. The hand she pressed to his forehead applied more pressure unconsciously and soon she felt him grow limp under her. She pressed his head back into the seat, contorting his neck in such a way that it snapped. He tasted disgusting; she’d never had anything like it. Pulling away, Katherine grimaced, her arm rising to wipe at her lips with the back of her hand. It really didn’t help though, since the liquid was dripping from her chin and down her neck, onto her sweater.<br><br>“Fuck! Andy!” <br><br>The voice startled her and the brunette quickly tossed her head to glance over her shoulder at the wolf that was now running at her, his expression a mixture of sorrow and rage. Acting quickly, Katherine’s hand found the wooden lid of the coffin and she tugged, snapping it from its hinges, sending wood splintering onto the floor of the train. She swung the lid at the wolf, releasing it to sprint backward toward the driver’s cab of the train car. While her attempt to discourage the wolf from chasing her worked for a moment, Katherine found herself tripping back into the coffin, face first, as a hand gripped her jumper, pushing her forward. The body of the wolf fell on top of her and she quickly turned under him, struggling to get free. Her bright orbs stared up to the wolf as his hands ripped at her bloody sweater until they found her throat. He sat up onto her, his lips pulled back into an evil snarl as he snickered, straddling the young vampire. The pressure that he applied through his fingertips was something a human would never have been able to take; it astonished her that she could bare it, even in her 'state'. Her own hands moved to grip at his wrists, fingers fumbling clumsily as she struggled under his grip. Katherine glared up to him, her body tense as she tried fighting him off. All the while the male looked down to her, in part angry and disturbingly gleeful.<br><br>Then, from seemingly out of nowhere, a hand gripped the back of the wolf’s neck, causing his grip on Katherine to lighten, before he released her completely as he was lifted to his feet. The girl was left gasping and coughing, before she found she could no longer take her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her. The fingers showed no signs of letting up as the male that dangled over her struggled for his life. His eyes protruded from his eyelids, bloodshot and wide as he clawed at his neck. Then he just seemed to stop moving and was tossed aside like a rag doll to reveal his killer; The White Wolf. Horror seeped onto her pretty features as he grinned over her, staring down at her like a predator that had stalked and caught its prey.<br><br>“What a naughty little vampire.” His voice was sickeningly smooth and deadly. It sent a shiver running down her spine, her eyes glued up to his for fear he might move if she glanced away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>22-02-2015, 06:10:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> The White Wolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> Subway - On top of the Subway at the front.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dracula and Katherine<br><hr><br>Werewolves were crawling outside the subway train as Dracula redecorated the interior. Four burst through the windows in an attempt to ambush the vampire and keep him busy long enough for the two other werewolves to chew off the train link and abandon his train car. The link snapped and dramatically the car the vampire occupied slowed, drifting farther and farther away from the rest of the train.<br><br>Meanwhile, the White Wolf reached down to grab Katherine’s shoulder. His claws sank into her flesh as he gripped it mercilessly and lengthened as he shifted from his human form into his white-maned beast form. He dragged the fledgling along, punching out the window before he climbed on top of the train. The wolf perched on the front of the train, pinning Katherine beneath his paws. Rows of vicious dripping teeth were lowered to her face as the White Wolf snarled in a deep, nefarious voice, “You’ve proven to be a pain in my ass…”<br><br>Gazing over his shoulder as the wind of the speeding metro combed through his fur, the alpha watched for Dracula. Even he knew that the tricks of his kin wouldn’t keep the prince at bay. At least he had managed to get rid of one of them.<br><br>“I’m going to end this here even if I have to kill you in the process. I’ve lost a lot of wolves trying to keep you alive.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>17-03-2015, 07:05:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/60/36/b3/6036b3ac0e7bcbe84b388e461ed8b733.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Unknown <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Living Pelts, White Wolf, Katherine<br><hr><br>One, two, three, four. In the span of heartbeats, Dracula blurred from one victim to the next, wetting his sword with steaming lycan blood and leaving a trail of twitching, lifeless bodies in his wake. In under ten seconds the first car was cleared, and the floor was slick with ichor. If anyone survived, they'd have one hell of a clean up on their hands. He didn't even bother with stealth or trickery as he made his way to the next car.<br><br>&nbsp;He simply kicked the door open, only to stop when he realized that the dipping sensation in his stomach was due to his car losing speed. They were trying to lose him. Snarling, he easily leaped the distance from his car to the next, kicking the door into the closest lycan as he landed and crushing him with the force while swinging his blade down through the chest of the one next to him. He grinned, fangs gleaming at the whimpers and yelps the dirty dogs made. "Throw yourselves onto my blade for all I care! I will show you the power of our coven!!" As he strode forward, the man he thought he'd killed with the door proved to be tougher than Dracula anticipated. <br><br>The creature sprung up and wrapped his arms around the Prince of Darkness, hurt but determined to stop him. Dracula scoffed at the valiant, yet feeble attempt. "Pfft. Pitiful." Throwing his arms to the side to break the wolf's grip, he tossed his blades up into the ceiling, then turned and punched his would be killer in the gut so hard he doubled over. Then Dracula threw him out the window right into the path of an upcoming safety beam. The sound was gleefully sickening. Wrenching his blades from the roof, he continued on his path, cutting a bloody swath through everyone in his way. He would save Katherine, and he would <em>kill</em> that mangy mutt. Raising his nose, he caught the scent of power. The white wolf was above, and he had Katherine.<br><br>He took the form of mist once again, and quickly moved up tot he roof where he reformed, blades in hand in front of the White Lycan and Katherine. "You will end nothing, creature. I however will end you. And I will take great pleasure in doing so." Sheathing his blades, he looked at the small form held in the Wolf's claws, hair whipping about due to the speed they were travelling. "Katherine! Are you alright?" He couldn't get to them, not without him crushing her like a bug. He had to be smart for now. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 00:28:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/af6aae370174b99c2f24bf71bec508f4/tumblr_njdag5hfpN1svraroo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Car.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts (https://31.media.tumblr.com/2a608e991e2425829962ffcbf2d4717b/tumblr_ngsj0d59VX1tkp8ozo1_500.jpg), A two-toned blue/white long sleeved jumper (https://38.media.tumblr.com/8580b231bec4133e9a960a9a1f13c7d5/tumblr_ngou6kPnCt1sfku6po1_500.jpg) and a pair of white converse. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/99f11e12eca629896d1ccbdf45e05b9f/tumblr_nguertcYoU1rhrh3vo1_500.jpg) (All of which are semi-bloody and ruined.)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The White Wolf, Dracula.<br><br><hr><hr><br>The white wolf stepped closer to her, looming over her and casting an intimidating shadow that engulfed the young vampire’s smaller frame. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even think. As he reached down to her, Katherine flinched as his hand gripped her shoulder, her eyes wide as she stared into the man’s dark, dangerous pools above her. Before her eyes he changed, shifted into his wolf-like form, the muzzle protruding from his face, baring his elongated fangs menacingly. Katherine shifted her arms in front of herself slightly as means of protection, but she was too scared to more. His claws gripped her tighter, pushing into her flesh mercilessly and causing blood to spill from her flesh, the brunette gasped out in pain. Even her voice didn’t seem to work; she wanted to call out for help, to scream and to cry, but she couldn’t. The normalcy of her body’s most basic functions failed her in her time of need.<br><br>He lifted the fledgling with ease and Katherine closed her eyes, trying to push the pain of her shoulder out of her mind as the window was smashed, the noise drained out by the speeding train. What should she do? What could she do? She didn’t want to die. Once on top of the train car, the wind blew her hair into her face and she didn’t know what was happening until she was slammed onto her back, her head hanging over the edge of the train. Katherine craned her neck up to look at the wolf above her, its teeth mere inches from her face, its salvia dripping down onto her neck, mixing with the blood of the wolf she’d drank from. She could feel the liquids running down her pale neck, her hair now completely out of her face as she stared up to him. The pressure on her chest would have once been unbearable but the imminent death she faced frightened her to such an extent that she pushed it to the back of her mind. <br><br>Katherine raised her hands to grip the wolf’s wrists and she squirmed, trying to shift her weight to toss the heavier creature over her head and off the side of the train. She’d hoped he’d fall, get sucked under the vehicle and get torn to shreds. She’d never thought that about anyone before but she knew it was either him or her. And she wanted to live. However strong she’d become on her turning, her body still failed to move the way she wanted. Shifting her weight was near enough in possible and as soon as she’d lifted her legs to kick him off of her, he’d pressed down into her with a crushing force. It knocked her off guard and she closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she tensed beneath him.<br><br>"N-No! No!" Katherine had barely caught his words, but she instinctively tried to keep him talking, tried to stall him in whatever way she could so that she could think of some sort of plan. There had to be a way. There just had to.<br><br>“W-What about t-this Lord person? I-I thought he wanted to keep me alive. You’re going to…to disobey him?”&nbsp; There had to be a way to escape. There just had to.<br><br>When she heard the familiar voice raised just feet away from them, Katherine felt the claws of the wolf above her increase his grip on her. She tensed, one hand gripping at the wrist of the predator while the other arm extended up, her forearm pressing into his chest to try and keep him away from her. The White Wolf turned to spare Vlad his attention for a brief second before turning back on Katherine with a chuckle seething with irritation. There was no way for Dracula to get close to them safely. She had to do something, to distract the creature who continued to bury his claws into her chest painfully. The question he projected to her would have once been hushed by the noise of the train, but Katherine heard every syllable as clear as fresh water. <br><br>"I-I'm OK!" The brunette shouted back to him, her bright eyes staring up at the wolf; she couldn't afford to let down her guard for a second, not when he held her life in his hands. She wanted to ask if he was OK, if Salazar was OK but she couldn't find the words as she continued to fight the tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks. Katherine's pain tolerance level was never very high as a human and it seemed to translate to her being a new vampire as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 00:13:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> The White Wolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> Subway - On top of the Subway at the front.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dracula and Katherine<br><hr><br>The White Wolf’s teeth came together in a wicked, wolfish grin. Dracula’s threat only made him giggle for he knew that he had the upper paw here. Resting his claws over Katherine’s face, with a jolt of pressure, he could have detached her neck from her skull.<br><br>“Let’s play a game vampire. It’s one of my favorites,” said the White Wolf.<br><br>His claws curled about Katherine’s skull and he lifted her as though she were a mere doll, holding her before the vampire.<br><br>“I call the game <em>FETCH!</em>”<br><br>The White Wolf brought Katherine back and threw her over the vampire’s head, allowing her to get caught in the gale of the speeding train. If Dracula went for her, and he’d have to to save her, the White Wolf would go for him. The Alpha’s claws bit through the steel roof, keeping him clinging to its smooth turf as he bounded down the metro. It was easy to do with the train moving in one direction and he in the other. It took three leaps and the White Wolf lunged for Dracula, seeking to stab his knife-like claws into his chest and rip him apart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-06-2015, 20:57:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/60/36/b3/6036b3ac0e7bcbe84b388e461ed8b733.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Car Rooftop<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Living Pelts, White Wolf, Katherine<br><hr><br>Vladimir was a master manipulator, and had been getting people to do his will without them even knowing for centuries. The White Wolf was no ordinary person though; he was not even an ordinary lycan. He was an old, cunning wolf. He could see through the most confident lie the world had ever heard, but no matter how confident, the fact that in this case it was a lie...that was enough. <br><br>He knew Vlad was bluffing; he knew this entire situation hinged on <em>his</em> whims. His jaw clenched when the wolf suggested a game, and he wondered what other game their was besides this fight for continued survival. Then he realized his enemy was indeed a dog. <em>FETCH!</em> [color=darkred"Foul creature!,"[/color] he hissed as Katherine was suddenly hurtling over him. <br><br>Thankfully the White Wolf had started moving before Vlad turned his head. He was already fading into shadow and reforming as a flock of bats when the wolf's claws cut through nothing but air and a few bats from the whole swarm. The bats streaked away and toward Katherine, cocooning her in a shroud of black that set her back on the roof away from the wolf and reformed into Vlad putting himself between her and the wolf.<br><br>&nbsp;"No matter what, stay behind me; understand?!" Once she confirmed it for him, he made sure there was space between him and her. That way the Wolf wouldn't be able to reach her immediately if he happened to slip past him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>16-06-2015, 02:26:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/f89ab6e42c434d3609c87cad6f017b14/tumblr_npws9pd3RR1r0ya3zo2_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Car.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts (https://31.media.tumblr.com/2a608e991e2425829962ffcbf2d4717b/tumblr_ngsj0d59VX1tkp8ozo1_500.jpg), A two-toned blue/white long sleeved jumper (https://38.media.tumblr.com/8580b231bec4133e9a960a9a1f13c7d5/tumblr_ngou6kPnCt1sfku6po1_500.jpg) and a pair of white converse. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/99f11e12eca629896d1ccbdf45e05b9f/tumblr_nguertcYoU1rhrh3vo1_500.jpg) (All of which are semi-bloody and ruined.)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The White Wolf, Dracula.<br><br><hr><hr><br>As the claw engulfed her face Katherine closed her eyes tightly, her face scrunching uncomfortably beneath the weight. Images, no, scenes seemed to play out on the back of her eyelids as if her mind was a projector, a movie showing for one in her own head but instead of being a two hour feature film, it was her memories flashing by as quick as hungry mice to cheese. Seeing her life flash before her eyes like that was something she'd never imagined would ever happen; they always said it in movies, or if a main character was dying then you'd see or read about the experience, but Katherine always assumed it was an over exaggeration by people who'd never even experienced death or the lead up to it. The fact that it actually happened was somewhat comical to her. But it also stirred another sensation, a feeling of familiarity. She'd experienced something like this before, deep in an alleyway as something or someone drained her life blood from a bite wound in her neck. She'd seen it all when she was turned, when she thought she would die abandoned in some alleyway; she'd seen it all before.<br><br>The brunette didn't seem to struggle as her body was lifted from the ground; the pressure in her head and the light show behind her eyes distracted her too much. Her shoulder throbbed as the material from her jumper barely clung to her torso; while one side was completely intact, the right side and the front leading up to her neck was ripped and scagged everywhere, her skin visible through the scarred fabric. When the White Wolf's voice hit her ears over the sound of the rushing train car, her eyes seemed to snap open, squinted blue hues peering through the gaps in the wolfs claw. <br><br>Katherine didn't even have time to properly spot the man in front of her; if she hadn't had heard him earlier, she might not have even known his identity. The weight of her seemed like a bag of peanuts as the White Wolf pulled her back before tossing her at full force into the wind surrounding the train. Thought she tried to scream as she was hurled through the air, the brunette could barely even catch her breath; it was lucky she no longer needed air to function. It seemed like she was forever falling through the air until she was shrouded in darkness for a mere couple of seconds and her feet were planted back onto the train car, albeit not firmly. <br><br>As light surrounded her once again, the young vampire stumbled and dropped to her knees, one hand gripping at her chest while the other balanced her on the surface below. Her bright eyes were wide with both fear and question; what had just happened to her? She didn't tilt her head to look at Vlad as he spoke, instead, she stared into the wall of the tunnel, frozen in place as she gathered her wits. Katherine offered a head nod to respond to Dracula's command, but she could barely think let alone listen to what was being said around her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>23-06-2015, 05:54:00</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> The White Wolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> Subway - On top of the Subway at the front -&gt; Inside Subway Car -&gt; Inside Subway Tunnel<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dracula, Katherine, &amp; ...<br><hr><br>After lobbing Katherine down the tunnel, the Alpha didn’t hesitate to watch as The Count retrieved her. Sickle-like claws bit into the speeding steel can like a knife through butter as the shaggy wolf climbed down the side of the train car to punch out a window. Once inside the train car, the werewolf galloped down the aisle and flipped upside down to slam his feet against the ceiling. The intention was create an indentation in the roof below Katherine’s feet to propel her to her death against the ceiling. He was going to keep Dracula busy with trying to protect her until he found an opening to strike. It would be two birds with one stone if he managed to kill them both.<br><br>The tunnel was red before bright pink and white figures appeared. There was the heavy swoosh of great wings beating at the air as a creature as black as a shadow approached the speeding subway. As Katherine was thrown into the air, arms as black as obsidian folded about her. Devilish wings with hands at their elbows cradled her as a great gust threw the creature backwards like a fleeing octopus. The White Wolf’s ears perked to see Katherine vanishing in the arms of a beast down the tunnel. Snarling, he was about to be left alone with Dracula. He needed the girl!<br><br>The Alpha sprang at the back door of the train car, dislodging as he and the door landed on the rails. The door slid like a sled along the rails, sparking as it went. When it slowed down enough for the wolf to move, he sprang backwards and scooped the door between his teeth and bounded down the tunnel toward the dark creature that was perched upside down on the tunnel’s ceiling. He saw nothing but bat-like wings and behind them was the ancient vampire, holding onto Katherine. Cold clammy hands as hard as iron stroked her body, squeezing her arms and thighs as though inspecting their thickness. Its claws effortlessly tore holes through what was left of her clothing. The creature’s long tongue wetly stroked the side of her neck and cheek, its fingers curling about her breasts as its black legs tangled about her own legs. The creature’s breath smelt of coal and a heat like a furnace was about her encased within his wings.<br><br>The White Wolf slid to a halt and grasping the door from his jaws flung the blunt object at the vampire. “I should had killed you when I had the chance!”<br><br>The flesh on the vampire’s forehead parted to once again reveal a sanguine third eye. The pupil thinned and the door halted before it struck to levitate in the air. The White Wolf watched as the door hovered in the air and then suddenly began to rapidly fold into several geometrical shapes. The vampire’s psionic ability was horrifying, causing the very hackles on his neck to raise as he cautiously watched unsure when or if the creature would attack. What was apparent was that the once docile vampire had turned completely feral and Katherine was in more danger in the creature’s hands than she had been in the White Wolf’s. The alpha figured that it only made the situation even between him and Dracula. They both wanted the girl, and so would he destroy the other vampire to get her? If Dracula did focus his efforts on the old vampire and the old vampire on Dracula, then the White Wolf was sure to take advantage of the situation. He would kill them both!
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The City (general)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>25-06-2015, 21:12:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/f89ab6e42c434d3609c87cad6f017b14/tumblr_npws9pd3RR1r0ya3zo2_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Car - Subway Tunnel.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts (https://31.media.tumblr.com/2a608e991e2425829962ffcbf2d4717b/tumblr_ngsj0d59VX1tkp8ozo1_500.jpg), A two-toned blue/white long sleeved jumper (https://38.media.tumblr.com/8580b231bec4133e9a960a9a1f13c7d5/tumblr_ngou6kPnCt1sfku6po1_500.jpg) and a pair of white converse. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/99f11e12eca629896d1ccbdf45e05b9f/tumblr_nguertcYoU1rhrh3vo1_500.jpg) (All of which are semi-bloody and ruined.)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The White Wolf, Dracula, Deigo.<br><br><hr><hr><br>The situation continued to go from bad to worse; Katherine realized that just because she was out of the paws of the wolf, didn't mean she was out of the grasp of danger. The young Vampire hadn't even noticed the White Wolf disappearing from view before the metal of the train car protruded beneath her, the pressure sending her airborne like a flailing baby bird trying its hand at flying for the first time. Though Katherine was surely not going to land safely, the amount of strength put into the blow beneath her would most definitely leave her a splatted mess of a body plastered on the ceiling of the tunnel above. The thought made her sick to her stomach, but what could she do other then to close her eyes and wait for impact?<br><br>When the pain she expected didn't come, her eyes flashed open only to see darkness shrouding her surroundings completely. It felt as if something was holding onto her, but she couldn't see anything or make out anyone despite her heightened sight. Katherine let out a heavy breath; her human heart would have been beating immensely by this point and it was an odd sensation to feel nothing threatening to break through her rib cage and out of her chest. Then it was light again, well, as light as the dimly lit tunnel was. Her bright eyes were cast down at the ground beneath her and she released her hair was falling in the wrong direction; she was suspended on the tunnel roof! Snapping her head to glance up at what was holding her there, the young Vampire stopped still, her thought process practically halting as she spotted the....the <em>thing</em>. Something felt familiar about the creature; it only took her a few seconds to work it out. As she realized who or what was keeping her there, her blue orbs widened, her expression like an open book. It was Diego Salazar, but he was almost unrecognizable. <br><br>"D-Diego.." Katherine stuttered out the name almost silently, unable to even make her voice work as normal.<br><br>The feel of his hands gripping at her skin was completely different, the aura that leaked from every pore, the look in his eyes, everything was...<em>wrong</em>. A shiver crawled up her spine, goosebumps rising on her pale flesh as his tongue pressed into her neck and up against her jaw. Though she wanted to break free of his grip, Katherine couldn't bring herself to move. It was as if she'd once again lost all control over her basic bodily functions; she felt so helpless. His long, claw-like fingers dug into her ripped clothing, groping at her skin and tearing away what was left of the material covering her torso, though her shorts were left fairly intact in comparison. She managed to bring herself to squirm, her arms raising over her chest as if to protect herself while her head turned away, her expression uncomfortable as her eyebrows furrowed and her lips curled into a grimace. <br><br>Katherine barely noticed the object flying up to them until it was stopped mid-air and crumpled into tiny shapes. Another shiver crept up her spine, the small hairs at the back of her neck standing on end; if she weren't already pale, she surely would have been. Things like this....weren't supposed to happen; how can someone stop something without even touching it? She couldn't bring herself to look back at Diego, instead she focused on the White Wolf who was planted firmly on the ground below. Was she in even more danger now? 
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