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The Rp!

Now, it is time I brought back the rp's styled in the old days of when I first joined, back when they weren't half as bad as they have seemed to become, when posts meant something. As such, this rp is a result, but first and formost; Invitation Only! If you want in, u2u me!

Now, it is the modern days, a world much like our own where vampyres and werewolves exist, have since the dawn of time. Between both, there was a silent war raging for centuries, with humans always as neutral. Both always knew that one day, humans would eventually be brought in, on one side. One hundred years to the day, they did. Both sides offered immortality and their own weaknesses, but the majority of the humans didn't relish the idea of being a monster. So of course, they chose to go with the everlasting beauty granted by vampyres. This was a devestating blow to the already dwindling lycans.

Now, it's been a hundred years as said, and the lycans have been pushed far beyond their once native homes. They little places to run to left. But even at the darkest dawn, always in all great stories, a single ray of hope shines brilliantly, and such is the way here. there is a coming Lunar eclipse, an event that comes once evey thousand years. During its 6 hours of length, no lycan can die, they become truly invincible. That is the hope. If they can just survive until then, they have a chance at launching a massive counter attack, maybe even winning the war.

Now here is where the catch 22 comes in. Funny how all good things have something threatening to stop them isn't it? Some of the vampyres, have a plan on stopping the eclipse. No one knows who, or which ones, or even how, but all agree they must be stopped. T do this, the most ancient of the wolfweres has met in council to select the few that will be part of the new pack, one formed to save all of their hopes. But this pack, is different. Strength and the will and resolve to do whatever needs to be done is required. As such, they pick from the outcasts or rogues of other packs, those shunned, those who have the strength of will and body to see it through. To lead them, one well known is picked. The first traitor...Synneschal or Synn of clan Draggoth. Known as the Bloodied One among others for his betrayel. All of them will be approched and told to meet in the catacombs of a large graveyard in Los Angelas.

Here all things will come together, and be explained by Synn. But the true test, is this. Can those who are outcasts, rogues come together as a pack and do what must be done? Trly, can the first betrayer be trusted to lead them? Will he be trusted? Only time will tell. And so, does it begin.....

My rules are simple. Your characters are part of this newly formed pack. No enemies, vamps or humans. All posts cannot be any shorter than five lines.

Also, you can post a bio if you want, or describe in post, the choice being yours.

The Story!

(Character Synn By Dead Hero)

Synn stood in the midst of the dark cave. It was in Siberia, the storm of a winters holdings raging outside. His black hair falling to his shoulders as his reddish eyes locked on the small man in the business suit who sat only a few feet from him. The fire inside cast eerie shadows about, but the eeriest had to have been the glow it put on Synn's chest, illuminating that blood red small patch of hair on his upper chest. The only blemish on an otherwise perfectly toned and trim form.

His face was stern, locked in a slight sneer as he paced back and forth, thinking of what he wanted to say. He was not known for his patience, and he decided, as he normally did, to say what he thought. "I think I should tear your fucking throat out where you sit. How dare you come here, to my home and make demands of me? It has not been so long that I cannot remember what you did, and tried to do to me Arken. You and the rest of your fucking council and this whole goddamn race!"

The young looking man quickly stood, staring at the figure before him and stepped back a few feet. It was hard to believe he was one of the oldest werewolves alive, but he was. "Perhaps...perhaps you don't recall why it was called for? How many did you murder every day for eleven years Synneschal? We had to stop you and save all of our kind from your ignorance. Don't get coy with me boy, I am still older than you and I am not afraid of you." he said, mocking defiance.

There was a roar, and Synn leapt forward in blinding speed. Fur exploded in black over his form as he stood, now a massive black werewolf holding up the council man with one taloned hand. His fanged muzzle inches from the mans face. The look in the mans eyes said he was afraid, very afraid. In seconds, the form was gone, and it was one more the human Synn that held him before dropping him to land on his ass, hard on the cold stone floor.

'If you cant remember worm, it was thirteen years. I killed because you and your fucking council murdered my parents! They were the only ones that could teach me how to control what I am and you murdered them like dogs! It was your fault I became a beast! You made me then tried to kill me for your fuck ups! Not afraid, then why cower as you did?! None of you seem to get the fucking hint, so I will spell it out for you!

This is my home! None come here lest I say they can! I have killed vampires, humans and our own kind just because they tested me! These woods belong to me and me alone! I am god here, and any that wish to test me, like those foolish pups you keep sending, well, look at the news. Their shredded and mutilated bodies are found. Now, I could care less about this eclipse, or ampires, or helping you for that matter.

I advise you to get out now. Remain, and I promise you, your entrails will be decorating the spruce trees for miles around here." As he finished, Synn turned and strode deeper into the cave, his nude form dissappearing completely in the shadows. The "young" man called out from the mouth of the cave, still unable to let it go. "Should have known you had a thing for vampyres, even back them, they are why you betrayed us."

Synn spun around, his eyes flaring in anger, only to see an empty cave. He came back, knocking over his glass and breaking it on the floor without even looking towards it. He stopped, seeing something in the chair as he came close. Lifting it, it was a first class ticket to L.A. He scowled and returned to his darkness.