Argetlam350

Warframe: The Prowler Uprising

Aw okay, Pathfinder. Thanks for letting us know. :)

In that case, @Argetlam350, your Chroma is accepted!

@Whoami

All right then. I'll get a post up a bit later tonight.

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@Silent Observer

He wasn't sure how to feel about knowing the fact this hit woman had been looking for him, then again if she had found him when she had looked for him, he probably would of attacked her, at least the mark on his arm wouldn't be stopping him from doing so at that time. At least he had a better name to call her, not as good as bloodsucker but better then the French name engraved on his arm. At least his rendition of events of the past seem to make her repulse a little that was a plus, she could think all she wanted that he was bragging but it was merely to try and get her to squirm. His darker days he preferred to not talk much about at the little act of remembering titles probably was the only thing he would tell Trixy about. He took notice of how she pronounced Englishman, it hinted at a venomous undertone. So Frenchy doesn't like the English, who the hell decides these soulmate things because they missed the mark big time here, he thought to himself.

"Oh I wouldn't be afraid of the devil, after all I was kicked out of hell for being to much trouble for him to even handle," He said. He would at least give one piece of credit to Trixy is that she seemed to know how to flaunt what she had. Again he took to heart that it was a shame she was on the opposite end of the spectrum of him. When she asked to see his arm he gave it a thought for a second wondering if it would be smart but then again with neither being able to seem to kill each other despite showing at least some signs they would of much preferred to do so, he didn't think he would have to worry to much on loosing his arm, but he would prefer a compromise over being so willing for a vampire.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said his arm ready to be outstretched to her as long as she let him see if truly was his name. He had dug through his family line and knew that there were no Whitlocks living in the modern day, he had some great great ancestors, mostly cousins or nephews or nieces but they were partially removed and under a different surname. The closest he had ever found where called Whittlocks and that wasn't even their original surname, it was some unpronounceable German name and he knew of no German blood in him. So he could only pray that was how it was spelt on her arm and that this was somehow some big misunderstanding. His life wasn't perfect but he would prefer to going back to living day by day rather then living in a personal hell.

Ink On Your Soul

Cool, I have a post pretty much all written up, but I don't think I should post it yet. Give people a chance to get on and post/catch up, maybe.

@Silent Observer

All right, I'm fine with waiting.

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@Silent Observer

1.) True born werewolves really have no special perks over a turned wolf, just that they are more rare do to the fact that a true born werewolf requires the mother to not shift forms for the time of the pregnancy to not loose the child. Perhaps they have a better understanding of the beast within them far earlier then a turned person but nothing else really. During the full moon yes all wolves have to change but other then that they can shift at will, be it true born or turned, just that they have little to no control over the change when it comes to the full moon which of course leads to the reason why true born werewolves are so rare, it's tough to not shift on the full moon and they have to be exceptionally strong willed to do so.
So Francis could be killed by either trueborn or changed. That is up to you of course.

2.) It's vague but no I didn't mean Francis to be the vampire he was after in his bio so no he didn't kill Francis.

Ink On Your Soul

If they can get past their racism, they'll see that they are surprisingly well-matched in terms of personality and life experience, more so than most of the soul mate pairings. They're both just so hilariously hateful.

@Silent Observer

It's what makes them so great together.

The hate-sex is practically inevitable. I can't wait.

@Dragoknighte

That shall be interesting. XD

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@Silent Observer

Hearing the voice in his head made him widen his eyes in shock for a second but only briefly before he was back with his agitated glare."Yeah don't chance it sweetheart," he growled when she rattled off on making him do degrading dog tricks. When she mentioned her name his eyes narrowed slightly trying to pinpoint where the name had been heard before. After a brief moment he realized what the name meant to his kind and his eyes shifted to yellow."So this day has gone from worst case scenario to living in the darkest depths of hell," he growled though then smirked ",Well as for your teasing little name, I must say you are good at the guessing name. After all the title of Big Bad Wolf is mine and Little Red's heart was oh so delicious those centuries ago. Grandma was a big stringy though I'll admit. Axe man tried and failed horribly trying to cut me up, though lucky him he survived." In all honesty he had no love for what he had done in the past as his alias of The Big Bad Wolf but if he could at least make this bloodsucker agitated with something it would be at least learning that he was a menace as much as she was even if there killings were now either nonexistent or for the greater good.

"Any other names you go by since really your French name doesn't quite like to come off my tongue," he continued ",I personally like Bloodsucker but since we are at an impasse I will be civil. If Big Bad Wolf doesn't suite you there's always the title Beast of Gevaudan, or the name my kind as you aptly said yourself call me The Warg, or another would be Jean-Baptiste the trickster wolf." Now he waited for a reaction to perhaps one of the names. The itch on his arm was driving him partially mad but he kept his annoyance of it to a minimum.

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@Silent Observer

His eyes remained on the vampire, part of him wanting to leap upon her and tear out her heart but was kept from doing so by an unknown force. He huffed in agitation but kept himself where he was. Eventually the bloodsucker began circling him and he followed her with his eyes, making sure she didn't try anything. Both predators on top of their game seemingly looking for an opportunity to strike but unable to attack.

"Oh lets play the cryptic name game," Tholo mocked in annoyance ",Beatrix or whatever name you go by, you aren't the only monster that hides in the shadows. I've tried to cut back on the killing in the last two hundred years but doesn't mean I won't kill a pest especially a bloodsucking one. If you insist though, you probably all ready know who I am without even realizing it." Another piece of the puzzle came into play though while she had teased him, so now he wasn't only tied to a french bloodsucker, he was tied to a killing french bloodsucker who seemed to be well known by his kind, probably not in a good type of way either. Now he really wished he could kill her but again something kept him from doing so and merely could keep his eyes on her, brown shifting to yellow and then shifting back to brown.

"So shall we play this guessing name game or not?" he asked ",Or will we skip that?"

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@Silent Observer

Tholo stopped when his target spun around on him pointing two glocks right at him, once again eyes locked on to each other. He gave a growl at the mention of silver but remained where he stood watching and waiting, a slight smirk growing on his face as he looked at her and noticed her hands were slightly trembling."Plenty have tried to kill me and they didn't have trembling hands so you better be the best damn marksman in the world if you are going to shoot me," he said arms crossing over his chest as he tried to tune out the annoying itch and blue glow on his arm. He was unsure how to feel really about this predicament. He had all ready lost two soulmates so jumping on the matter with excitement was out of the question let alone the fact she was a bloodsucker and had a glaringly obvious French name written on his arm, he was leaning towards hating her more then anything else. Perhaps he could kill her. Granted the last two centuries he had been trying to keep a clean record but one more kill wouldn't hurt. Either that or maybe try to tear off the blue marking on his arm. The only credit he could give to the lady right now was that she was pretty good looking though any fun with that was lost with the fact she was a vampire.

"So this isn't some sick joke after all," he spoke aloud as he finally looked at his arm ",Or a dream. Only thing I can think of is it's punishment." He still remained where he was. He could probably take a bullet but more then two was pushing it. He struggle internally with what to feel, some small part of him felt fear which was normal with meeting your soulmate, agitation that it had happened again for a third time, anger for who it paired him with, and deep down that even he didn't know he felt it was the smallest emotion of hope.

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@Deadnaut

Alekaiser kept pace though wondered if perhaps he should of shown signs of a struggle of such activities if he wanted to hide his other side but chose to ignore and kept the same pace as she did. He contemplated whether to make any attempt of holding hands or something else sappy he had witness other couples but told himself not to. Granted the names on their arms said they were soulmates but they had just met and he would hardly say the were a couple at all, perhaps friends or new close acquaintances.

"You just said you were a Ranger, right? So what difference does that make then just being in the army?" he asked while they walked to the park curious on the matter with having no real credible knowledge of any form of military. All the while his senses went on high alert, as if expecting an attack any moment and was staying on his toes. For the moment nothing seemed out of the ordinary but one couldn't be to careful and the wolf's primal instinct usual kicked in while outside.

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@Silent Observer

Thole woke with a groan rolling over on his bed, heavy lidded eyes eying the clock, seeing the time. Last time I drink before a full moon, he thought to himself as he yawned and sat up popping his neck and making his way to clean himself, no doubt still covered in whatever mess from last night's full moon kill. He had also caught scent of another were, meaning he wasn't alone in this damn town. At least it seemed that it was another loner so he wasn't in pack territory. He preferred being off the radar especially due to his past. After all who's afraid of the big bad wolf? Everyone of course.

Once done cleaning he grabbed clothes, a pair of jeans, a maroon color shirt with some form of long faded logo, and a light trench-coat before heading out the door. His home resided on the outer edge of the town so getting anywhere took time but after about a half hour of walking he soon was just another face in a group of people. He wasn't a fan of being stuck in a crowd but having to adjust to normal life meant he had to make sacrifices and personal space had been one of them after industrialization hit the world. He was on constant alert though, ears listening for something out of place, nostrils flared taking in scents and smells of the city for any unwanted guest that might suddenly be next to him, and eyes all ways shifting looking for a target.

Eventually he found his way out of the group of people into a side alley, allowing him some brief moment of space. He gave a sigh to himself rubbing his temples with a thumb and forefinger, his head still slightly buzzed with a hangover of the drinking of the previous night. He was about to head out on his way once more, trying to either track down this other wolf, better to get acquainted with any local weres face to face rather then wolf to wolf or get some more supplies for his craft when his arm began to itch. It began as a slight annoyance like a mosquito bite but grew worst every second seemingly.

"Oh what the hell is going on now?" he grumbling looking when a scent caused him to swiftly turn around coming face to face with whoever was sneaking around the alley, ice cold eyes met his brown eyes. They stared at one another for a few seconds and then she turned and ran, revealing something that he had hoped his nose had been wrong on. He quickly uncovered his arm looking at the glowing writing that had been the cause of the itch and burning a few moments before.

"Oh you've got to be shitting me," he growled ",I've been paired with a damn french bloodsucker!" His mind raced on what he should do before instincts kicked in and the wolf took charge and he gave chase, following the scent as best he could and keeping up with her.

Ink On Your Soul

All right well I'll try to get something up soon. If not well definitely in the morning.

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Let the chase begin! XD