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The Blood Compact

I'll try to get a post up later tonight, I'm playing a bunch of LoL with friends at the moment.

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Maria was supposed to have vanished in the rogue ambush, it's about time for the Blackmoore's to look around and notice. @makarov, I imagine your character would be the first to notice though.

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Woo! Let there be life in the to once more. I missed all y'all. :D

The Blood Compact

Y'all are being ridiculous. :p

The Blood Compact

Lady Mohowauuck looked to the sky, reveling in the storm she had created. Her face was the perfect picture of serenity, she couldn't be any more in her element. Mo held her hands out to her sides and spoke in a language unrecognizable to anyone around her - well, anyone with a humanoid form, that is. The flora responded to her calls to stand and fight with her, causing gnarled tree roots to shift in their places deep underground. With a clench of her fists, the very earth they stood upon trembled, cracking in some places and tripping up the fleet rapidly seeking to clash with her. "Rise!" she called out in a harsh battle cry and the grass around her enemies began to grow taller and thicker. The plants took on almost sentient-like characteristics as they curled around the ankles of her foes. A few of the armor-clad fools hit the ground with clamorous thuds, but many merely tore through the plants like they were nothing. Every blade of grass cried out to Mo as they were torn up, they were not cries of sorrow, however. Nature was glad to die in this battle, as the ends would justify the means in the war on humanity. It was time for Mother Earth to reclaim herself. The plants' cries brought out the maternal instinct in Lady Mo, she must protect them, at all costs. A loud baritone growl emanated from Mohowauuck's chest. "You have never fought a foe like me." she barked at her approaching enemies as she let the beast consume her. Her fingers quickly shifted to jagged claws, coated in alabaster fur. Mo used the claws to make rake marks across her chest, tearing not only the leather fabric of her clothing, but also her sienna colored skin. Tufts of blood-soaked white fur began to poke through her self-inflicted wounds as the pops of bones cracking and dislocating filled the air of the battlefield. Mo's irises shifted to a scarlet red and her body contorted in disfiguring ways of transmutation. As the arctic white fur of her inner form forced it's way out, Mo's skin began to tear and slough off to the ground in chunks. In mere milliseconds, Mo erupted into her final wolf form, the force of which caused a spray of blood and gore in the area surrounding her. Lady Mohowauuck in her white wolf form was a sight to behold. She stood, both majestic and beautiful while also demonically terrifying. The she-wolf stood taller than any natural Canid creature, and even towered over the height of some men. With a fierce growl, she launched herself, fangs first, into the fray.

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Lol New character for #bestfamily. Welcome. :p

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Béatrix lifted her fingers to her lips in a caress. He did know Francis, she let her heart swell for a moment. It was pointless to hide the way she still felt about him, even after over 5 centuries of being alone, as it was quite obvious through Klaus’ mockery that he knew. Trixy might be incredibly believable in her deceptions, but there was one thing she could never lie about - her love for Francis. Theirs was a love that could part oceans, move mountains… and shatter people. Trixy let her hand fall to her side and rolled her shoulders back as she stood up straighter. Her face was once again a blank slate, devoid of emotion. Gone was the madness that she allowed herself to be consumed with after partaking of the rogues blood. Surely a vampire with her caliber of mental control abilities was indeed a master of her own mind. Foolish of them to think her crazy, foolish of them to underestimate her. Foolish, foolish. Once again, Trixy allowed the icy walls to come up and surround her. They would block out the dangers of the world, only they could keep her safe; them and the cool steel of her firearms. When you surround yourself such coldness, it becomes impossible to feel anything at all. And with that, the act was back on – the mask of a perfect actress. Béatrix heard out Klaus’ words as he responded to both her and Alistair. Once he was finished, she let loose a sultry grin. “You don’t report to Mira, and you’re available for the next few days…” Trixy put a finger to her lips as she imitated musing “Hmm, well, perhaps I could show you just how fun it is to be a fighter and a lover.” She said before trailing her finger down the bridge of his nose like a skier on the slopes. Trixy winked as she playfully bit the corner of her bottom lip with a fang before turning away to return to Alistair’s side.

The Blood Compact

Lady Mohowauuck stood up from the table gracefully and laid her hand on Hunter's shoulder. "It's time to see what you are really made of, my child." Her tone was laced with both kindness and hope. She lead the way out the door and through the underground corridors with Hunter at her heels. Mo's progeny was feeling obviously nervous, it was practically coming off of her in waves, and Lady Mo couldn't help but wonder why. Lady Mohowauuck honestly couldn't recall the last time she felt such a feeling. At the surface, the stench of battle rose all the way to the sky. Mechanical weapons and machinery tainted the air with a sour rankness. It didn't take long for Mo to realize that this war wasn't as black and white as she would have liked. Not only were their humans versus humans, but their were vampires seeking to kill other vampires. The first thing she could more than approve of, but the second, that was an absolute abomination. A vampire taking the humans' side made them just as dead to her as any human. Thick fog hung in the air, blocking out a big portion of the ongoing fight. Fools, when would they realize that nature would always rule over human mechanics. Lady Mo looked over her shoulder and took in a deep breath. At Lady Mohowauuck's exhale, a huge windstorm blew through the area. The force of the wind was not only enough to completely clear the fog away, but also to knock over a few warrior's caught unawares. The gusts showed no promise of surrender at any time soon. "A true warrior will look their opponent in the eye as they slay them, not cower in the shadows." she said bravely and took on a battle stance.

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Trixy put her hand on her opposite arm when Klaus removed it from his cheek. The gesture wasn't particularly unkind in nature. She imagined that she might have unnerved him a bit, even with him being as old as he was. "I apologize if I caused you discomfort, Klaus. But do note that you were just spying on us without bothering to lift a finger in battle." a playful smile pulled at her lips. Béatrix shifted her weight onto her right hip as she stood before him. "My--" she chose her words carefully, not wanting to reveal herself too much to a complete stranger "sire was known to be the oldest known vampire in France. His name was Francis." Her mention of Francis in the past tense would speak volumes. A vampire as old as Klaus was probably did not have a living sire anymore, and there was no way to understand the pain of losing a sire aside from actually losing one yourself. The pain wasn't just emotional either, even thinking about it caused a nausea reminiscent of being kicked in the stomach.

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Pretty much the same blue as her eyes, that's why I picked it. Damn is Kate Beckinsale a looker, especially in that movie.