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Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr | Father Seraphim

"No! No! No!" She was screaming hauntingly under her breaths like she was in some sick, masochistic pornography, and he couldn't stop himself. No, not while she was this vulnerable. The fire in his eyes was watching the way her body moved in coordination with his own, large frame. It was exhilarating. She was like a tiny, frail doll, and she was all his. She was his toy, and he wasn't about to share her. No, never--he was mad with jealousy; a jealousy he couldn't control. And she... well, she was perfect.

Her moans increased the more he came onto her. He could feel her so well. Her skin was porcelain, and she was like a flower, soft and gentle. Touching her brought a thousand senses he had left forgotten back to life. He sank his teeth deep into her neck, and suddenly, her shrieks became defeaningly serene and slowly came to an unbearable quietness. The senses quickly faded from him, and the black of his eyes shrank. Dark blood was seeping from his jaws. Clenching his teeth, he drew in a deep breath. His muscular chest moved with each gasp. He looked around, feeling the thrill wash over him and gradually deviate into the nothingness of her quiet demeanor. A low growl unrested from his cage of a mouth as his eyes looked down at the decapitated corpse in front of him. He hovered over her, about to give her one more play, but a piercing, sharp pain tore through his thick coat. A small, startled yelp spilled out more blood through his baring teeth.

The monstrous wolf closed his jaws tightly and cowardly scampered into the shadows of the midnight sky.

Another shot bled through the coldness of the night.

As he his large paws hit the misty grass, blood trickled after him. His strides became slower and shorter. The confusion of the situation began to overwhelm him. As he peered down at his paws, he noticed human flesh. When he looked back up, two female figures were standing in front of him with their loaded guns aimed directly at him. How? He thought he had run the opposite direction of the shot fired. Both guns shot through the air--

Aleksandr sprung out of his bedsheets. His eyes were wide open. Another nightmare. His fists were at his side, shaking. Quivering, he brought his hands to his pale face, covering his mouth. He could almost taste the blood from his dream. Small, quick breaths battled through him as he grasped that he had only been dreaming. It was only a dream, Aleksy, right? Just a dream... He carefully pushed himself from the bed. One hand ran through his wavy-curled hair. The other fell to his side.

He kept having this reoccurring nightmare. Normally, he could handle nightmares. Nightmares were his reality, but ever since his father and he moved, he had been dreaming about being attacked. He shook his head and tensely walked out of his bedroom. He made a small turn around the corner hallway and found himself in the eating area of the house.

"You're shirtless, Aleksy," Father Seraphim said cheerfully, a bit confused by his son's immodesty.

Aleksandr paused his walking and looked down, realizing his chest was exposed, "I..." He looked back at his father, "I must have--" he stuttered, not quite sure why he went to sleep without a shirt. He turned around, "I'll go get one."

Father Seraphim smiled until his son turned the corner. A grim face rested on his aged face. He was holding the newspaper open, reading the latest gossip: On August 18th, 2016, a woman and her daughter were murdered after walking home from the grocery store. No suspect has been found or charged. However, due to the details of the murder, the city and homicide squad are taking extra precautions.

When Aleksandr re-entered the room, Father Seraphim began to speak, "Aleksy, there has been a ghastly murder in the city. No suspect has been found. We need to be careful. I don't want one of us getting hurt," his voice was low and graceful. Of course, the topic was not really what Aleksandr wanted to hear, but his father's soothing voice made him more patient with the priest.

"That sounds kind of scary," he looked down, unable to make eye contact with his father, "It's like the murders are following us."

They both lived in a silent moment, pondering the nothingness beyond the life they had left behind, "Yes," Father Seraphim finally spoke, "Anyways, not to bring you down before your first day of college," there was some glimmer of hope in his eye as he tried to reconnect with his beloved son.

"University. It's a University, not a college," Aleksandr made a small smile. His snide remark was slight punishment for his father's negative topic. But, really, when all he had was his father--how could be mad? "Anyways, I better get going."

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

"No, I don't want to be late," Aleksandr lied. He really wanted to get away from the slowly growing tension.

"The keys are by the door!"

"I know," he turned to go to his room and prepare himself for the day before leaving for his first day of University.

A Steampunk Mystery

The sound of the voice changed genders. There was something slightly jealous being planted in Esther as she listened to the voice speak. The phantom hand squeezing on the cords of her spine was telling her to walk into the room after the door flew open. However, the sudden gust almost made Esther fall to the ground. The wood had sprung ajar so quickly and startled her to a significant degree. She froze, paralyzed staring at the room. Her stark eyes widened, engaging with the shadows lurking beyond dimly lighting of the room.

The Blind Rogue was the first to enter the room. Esther moved away from the doorway to let the Blind Rogue through. Her poofed bustle brushed against her and shook slightly as she moved to the left.

Continuing to peer into the room, Esther noticed it was filled with many secrets of treasures! Her mind shifted gears, once again, and quietly walked into the room. The sound of her boots suddenly silently squeaked as she made her way inside the room. She paused, hearing the squeaks but then continued feeling the need to not disappoint the White Rabbit. A small smile perked on her lips when she saw the object by which she wanted to stand. There was an old rabbit stuffed animal sitting in a wooden, ornate rocking chair. The rabbit was missing an eye, and his other eye was a fascinating button. The rabbit was dressed in an old fine-tailored suit, fitted just for him. She stood pridefully by the rocking chair and keenly dressed rabbit. If she had to choose one, she would choose the rabbit in a heart beat. However, Esther being such a timid creature made her afraid of touching anything. She had already gone out of her way to touch the doorknob and the wall...

Her tulle bustle slowly whisked as she swayed back-and-forth, remaining in her spot. Her eyes were closed, and her mask was facing downwards towards the ground. There was something so interesting about the White Rabbit. Although, Esther felt so scared of him, the atmosphere and the game made the fire inside of her glisten further in the shadows of the evening confusion.

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Sts. Peter & Paul Orthodox Christian Church

Darcy University

Dormitory Example of Darcy University

Household of Father Seraphim and Aleksandr "Aleksy" Kulik

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

_{Name: Lucy Evelyn Estuert
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Occupation: Werewolf Hunter
Codename: Nightwish
Personality: Lucy is truly the definition of Femme Fatale: Classy, Elegant, Mysterious, and most of all, Sexy. She acts strong and independent, almost to a cliché. Many people are fooled by her confident demeanor. Many people call her "Trigger Happy." Many people think she is blood hungry. But, at the core of her soul, she is a scared introvert who is guarding the most precious jewel known to mankind--the human heart.
History: Lucy was not born a hunter. She had not decided to become a hunter. No, she was forced to become a hunter.
Sometime in her later teens, she moved out of her parents "staunch conservative" household and had become a prostitute, living with her Romeo pimp. It wasn't about the sex, no. It was about the medicine he provided--cocaine, heroin. Of course, the moment she gave her life for her pimp was the moment she ceased seeing the light of day. She worked all night and was locked in the small apartment all day--with six other women. This was completely opposite of how he treated her when she lived with her parents... At first the living conditions were bearable, but slowly, as her distribution became more and more dependent on her work, she started feeling her sanity seeping at the seems of her brain.
The only rational decision she was capable of making, was the one she made the night of her escape. The escape wasn't planned but presented to her through a very intriguing and persuasive talk with a new client, one coincidental night. He promised her everything her ""paradise." Of course, he grabbed at it.
Before she knew it, she was forced off of drugs, pushed into some government backed multi-year long boot camp, and then placed in the middle of a werewolf breeding ground. Whether she survived was up to her. Needless to say, Lucy survived. The adrenalin from killing was too good to give up.
Additional Information: Lucy's favorite color is pink.}

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

_{Name: Father Seraphim Kulik
Age: 49
Gender: Male
Occupation: Priest of Sts. Peter & Pauls Orthodox Christian Church
Personality: Father Seraphim is a relaxed individual. However over the years post his wife's murder, he has become slightly jumpy and worried looking--as if to say he is in some perplex trap that he is unable to escape. Despite his recent change in persona, he tries to appear even-keeled although his son is increasingly aware of his father's slipping stability.
History: Seraphim was born in Moscow, Russia. He was the oldest of six children. However, at an early age his family left Russia's authoritative political spectrum and headed in pursuit of happiness toward the United States of America, the Land of the Free. They settled in a small town that still believed in ghosts, legends, fairytales, and myths. Russian folklore was running strongly through the blood of the Kulik family, and they found their niche of story telling to be quiet fluid in the small town folks' talk. His parents opened a bookstore which kept each member of the family as busy as possible.
It was in the small town that Father Seraphim made the biggest mistake of his life. He made a deal with the Lord of the Shadows, the very Devil, himself. How this happened is as unexplainable to Father Seraphim as it would be if he decided to tell anyone. All he knew was that he wanted to marry the most beautiful woman in the world--Theodora Blum--a childhood friend that still resided in Russia. He cared and longed so deeply for the poor girl, that he sacrificed their first born son for an undivided love with her.
It was years later, when young Father Seraphim realized what he had done. In an attempt to seek redemption, he decided to go to seminary school, with no intention of getting married. However, his first assignment out of seminary was to go to Moscow, Russia. Somehow, beyond anyone's explanations he was re-acquainted with his dearest Theodora Blum. She had blossomed over the years. Father Seraphim could not help himself. They were married weeks before he was ordained a priest. Months later, Aleksandr "Aleksy" Kulik was born. He was normal, and Father Seraphim wondered if he had dreamed that conversation with the Devil.
Additional Information: Father Seraphim does not cuss. He does however have quite a tongue for alcohol, which he hides from everyone but his son and his Confessor.}

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

_{Name: Aleksandr “Aleksy” Kulik
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Personality: Aleksandr is reserved and darkly sarcastic. However, his grave sense of humor is never one to take over his external life. Perceived as a relatively serious gentleman, he generally allows the role to fall upon his shoulders. Nevertheless, his serious demeanor can be caught off guard by his passions for the smaller things in life—such as petty theft, the occasional recreational drug usage, and, his all-time favorite, blood lust.
History: Growing up in a small town, Aleksandr took to entertaining himself through the arts. His father and mother were very intent that he learned how to paint iconography for the Church. He was also pushed behind the altar at an early age--much before he could contemplate life, death, and life-after-death. Having a priest for a father meant Church was family; Church was school; Church was work; Church was life.
There was no escaping the inevitability of his being reprimanded at home for his behavior at Church. His mother always seemed to have a way of catching his cease of silent praying in Church during his adolescent years. She had some “Matushka Mind Trick,” or so father and son would joke.
Though, one day, Matushka Theodora was found dead while heading home from her evening walk. She had been brutally mauled; limbs were missing; flesh was torn and gnawed. No suspect was ever found. However, it was rumored some wild beast had eaten her alive. Father Seraphim and Aleksandr were never the same after Matushka Theodora’s murder.
She was the beginning of many heartless murders in the small town. Aside from Matushka Theodora, majority of them were small children.
A couple years past, and Aleksandr graduated Middle School begrudgingly. Again, several more years past, and he barely graduated from High School. However, when it came time for college the poor boy had lost his soul. Many townspeople had left the area over the freight of the murders. His father and he were chained and bound to the Church and were not granted leave. However, two years later, the Bishop gave Father Seraphim a call, a mission, and a new parish.
Upon the move, Father Seraphim encouraged Aleksandr to enroll in a college or university. So, he did, and thus his story begins.
Additional Information: Aleksandr prefers not to be called by his nickname; however, he normally responds better to "Aleksy" as opposed to "Aleksandr." He tends to stay in doors and finds the industrialization of this new, bolder city very intriguing.}

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

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Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

“Didn’t you read the tale,
where Happily Ever After was to kiss a frog?
Don’t you know this tale?”

♥

--Enter the truth if you dare--

_{Keep the nightlight on, this scarytale is true. Mother-dearest never told you, but werewolves are real. Their favorite meal? Why, it is you, my darling, most innocent and sweet childe. You are their sin.}

_{No, no, my darling—whatever you do, do not bother to hide under the covers. They can smell you. They can see you shivering beneath the bedsheets. They can hear your heart beating faster than ever before.}

_{But fear not, for there are hunters. They protect you. They protect me. They protect everyone. However, the truth never cares for the glory of the hunters’ tales, but for their darkest, most frightening hours.}

_{And why might I have chosen to tell you this truth? Oh, because, my darling, we are about to unravel a very gruesome romance between a werewolf and his love…}

_{It is the modern year in August, and Sts. Peter & Paul Orthodox Christian Church has just been blessed with a new parish priest just in time for the Liturgical New Year. He and his family come from some small town not too many of the parishioners know. However, the humble beginnings of the priest and his family seem promising for the slowly blossoming Church.}

_{The priest is a widower and has one son. The priest’s name is Father Seraphim Kulik. His son’s name is Aleksandr “Aleksy” Kulik. They both appear to be hiding something, but no one knows what it is. Perhaps, it is that they both are secretly still mourning the death of Matushka Theodora Kulik, Father Seraphim’s wife and Aleksandr’s mother. It is clear that speaking about her death brings endless darkness to both of their eyes—a darkness that no one is willing to touch.}

“Forever shall the wolf in me
desire the sheep in you.”

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