Frill looked up at him scared. " I-I can't... " she said. On closer inspection anyone would see one of her legs where shredded from wolf claws and fangs.
Her ankle on the other leg was bleeding but didn't look as bad as the other one.

The wolves howled and came closer, sensing the hunt closing to a end.

He was watching in fascination as the wretched thing crawled. who knew, maybe it would even reach its goal after all? He was still chuckling giddily, his face lit up with sadistic joy. maybe he would even make a necklace out of those pretty white teeth he had pulled. He should have taken pictures, really, but oh well. maybe next time. For now he kept himself busy stepping onto the nail less fingers, until finally the slave's body tumbled down the stairs and into the garden. Hmm... game over? Would anyone come to save him if he screamed there? Darius didn't know, but for the time being he was content to grab a lawn chair, a blood cocktail and watch.

Witchy sighed. " I suppose I best help my slave before he feels like more of a moron... " she sighed again and stood up. She grabbed some poitons and drank a finding spell that wouldn't hurt the person she is looking for. She grabbed a healing potion and shoved Rocky out of the way. She walked down the streets until she came to a house. She saw a bloody mass of a body on the garden and she spotted the shapeshifter. " Sure made a mess of him... " Witchy said, walking over to the squirming body of slave. She un-corked the healing potion and poured it on his body.
Skin started slowly stitching it's self back together.
She turned and faced Darius. " Now what else did you do to him apart from breaking him? " she asked. " He might not work anymore now... " she tapped her hip as she waited for a answer.

Darius grinned, he was obviously very pleased with himself. "Oh you know, that's a pretty long list. I could tell you but we'd be sitting here for a while. I could even show you all of my toys! Would you like a cocktail?" the shapeshifter asked, smiling happily and not at all bothered by the wailing of the slave, the blood or the sheer state the human at his feet was in. Naturally the healing potion would do nothing for the chili burns or the internal injuries and even with the potion, the rapier had left deep gashes and the burns were only barely healed. It was a shame really. He would have liked to see him suffer for longer.

"You could even leave him to me you know, grab a fresh human, and I'll send you videos of him. Maybe I'll even compose a song out of his screams for you, how's that sound?"

Nao closed his eyes; a soft smirk appearing on his lips. Of course...Fate has tested me once again... He opened his eyes again, this time a eerie glowing white replaced his eye's usual soft pink hue. In almost an instant he transformed with a thin layer of fur covering his entire body and a pair of large wings sprouting from his back. One single antler emitted from his head, for he had lost the other in a fight for his life. Even for a creature that was part-deer, he looked incredibly intimidating. His eyes still glowed a lifeless white. He had positioned his wings to where the girl was out of sight from the wolves. Though he looked brave, he was really very scared, and the wolves would probably sense that.



Tanner pushed himself off of the brick wall and made his way toward the guy. There was no sense in hiding, for the guy didn't smell of a threat. A faint smell of something odd was emitting off somewhere, but the guy smelled mundane. Little did he know that the hidden smell was actually the guy, nor did he realize that he was a vamp. He wasn't really a strange sight, for many people showed up in this town out of no where beaten and bloody. Tanner had already lost his limp, for his race healed fairly quick. He gave the stranger a slight nod of acknowledgment before looking up at the bar sign. I could use a drink...

((he doesn't actually smell strange currently. under certain circumstances he might start smelling a bit dead or a tad demonic))

Only now, as the sound of his footsteps had become very clear did the man turn. He looked maybe 26 or 27 years old, middle eastern most likely with a short beard and one hand inside his pocket, the other held an almost burnt out cigarette. He was watching him with yellowish eyes, like a mixture of green and hazel with maybe a hint of something else.

He stepped aside to free the path to the door, but raised an eyebrow. Few people went out alone anymore these days and even standing in front of a bar was a risk. The stranger too nodded but remained silent, his eyes searching the area behind tanner for a second or two.

(Ah, I apologize. His sense of smell is very accurate though...)

Tanner gave a welcoming smirk as he took a cigarette out of his own pocket and politely asked for a lighter. He had lost his own light a while ago, and he could use a good smoke. As he ran his fingers through his long, black hair, his bandage around his head loosened just enough to reveal a long, deep cut across his forehead and down his left eye. His left eye was clouded and a much softer red than his right, deep burgundy eye. He didn't seem very interested in keeping the bandage on, and finally pulled down his face so that it sat loosely around his neck.

((I thought so, but there are certain circumstances when he starts to smell. currently he his body is essentially kept in the state it was in the moment he died, so he won't have started smelling dead yet. The demonic part requires him to do certain things.

Another note, my measure of long hair seems to be different from yours, Jacques hair goes past his shoulders, for reference.))

The stranger raised his eyebrow further, looking him over, but he did pull a small cheap lighter from his pocket and held it out to him. His own cigarette was nearly burned down and he took one last draw before dropping it and extinguishing it with his foot.

"Rough night?", he finally asked, apparently choosing to ignore the odd coloured eyes or the oddity of an apparent young teenager asking for a light. His voice was low in pitch, but melodic deep and calm. He didn't seem disturbed by the blood or the possibility of the new arrival being something other than human, instead choosing to search his other coat pocked for the only half filled pack of cigarettes, only waiting for the boy to take his lighter before he would take out another one.

((forgot to ping, sorry.))

((Aw man. I guess I'll pull Freddie out later! XD Alicia's asleep... I know! I shall shoot a character at Darium! -fires character cannon-))

Jacob was only walking. Nothing much to do. He was pretty bored, but he still didn't let his guard down. Who knew what could happen if you didn't watch out. As bored as he was, he was alert as ever. He walked by a building and heard some poor guy screaming in agony. He was curious. He took a step back and saw an open door. He peeked through the doorway. He felt sick at the sight. A man...in a pool of blood and another guy torturing the guy.
((Arnium and Slave!))

"That's what everyone says." Rocky said. "I'm officially a rock wizard failure." He joked. It was pretty true. The rock he just flew on... Didn't listen to him very much. "I even turned myself into a statue!" He said. "You look kinda bored." He said.


Violet was surprised to hear music coming out of the iPod. Of course. That guy was electric. Electricity for the iPod. She laughed. She found the mattress she was looking for and dragged it out and set it on the floor. Blankets...hmmm...

EDIT- Ooops. Looks like I got behind. I was in the middle of typing this and then I had to go...lol.