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4 yrs ago
republicans be like yeah you have to have the child but when its born I hate it. i will personally come and kick it and then eat a full meal in front of it. loser!
5 yrs ago
log off u weirdo
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6 yrs ago
this whole election lawsuit stuff is just a cover up because they're not sure how to announce that Jeb! won in a landslide
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6 yrs ago
people just be making statuses with no thought. i run my statuses through 3 independent corporate panels and a top secret military AI before posting. high quality
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6 yrs ago
im just saying you're dodgy
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Krov scowled. He sat down on a small oak chair in the corner, and slipped a small brown book out of a large pocket in his thick fur coat. It was The Art of War, by Sun Tzu. It was given to him by a fellow soldier back in the war. He opened the book to a random page, and began to silently read.

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When you engage in actual fighting, if victory is long in coming, then men's weapons will grow dull and their ardor will be damped. If you lay siege to a town, you will exhaust your strength.
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Again, if the campaign is protracted, the resources of the State will not be equal to the strain.
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Now, when your weapons are dulled, your ardor damped, your strength exhausted and your treasure spent, other chieftains will spring up to take advantage of your extremity. Then no man, however wise, will be able to avert the consequences that must ensue."

Krov, when he was reading, thought about what the other vampire had said. Black swords could easily get in here. What if they wanted revenge? What if they were the friends of the one who he had turned to a vampire, or killed. What if they were coming, to kill the one they called "The Tsar". Krov felt a little proud of himself, to gain a reputation among the black swords as a dangerous vampire with a nickname gave him some respect, he hoped. But this older vampire didn't seem to notice.

Krov had not escaped unharmed from the one he killed, however. The man had dropped some holy water and it had splashed against an exposed spot on his ankle. He pulled his sock down slightly, revealing a small red patch, with some of the skin hanging off. He had never told anyone about this wound, not even his closest friends in the uprising knew about the little red patch on his ankle.

He had been around the block, Krov, much more than the average lesser vampire.
Well, that interaction went well.
"Chert poberi" Krov muttered. He straightened himself up. "Of course I wasn't going to eat a vampire. I thought she was a dirty human. She seemed like a human. Vampires are not afraid of other vampires normally. They are meant to be worthy. They are meant to be fearless. They are meant to feast on the blood of humans, and covert those that the vampire feels are worthy. Not run from their own brethren.".

Krov walked into the room and closed the door behind him, plunging the room into darkness. He could tell that the woman was looking at him in a funny way. Krov instantly jumped to one conclusion. "You think I am stupid? Arrogant?" Krov lowered his voice a little. "You may be older than me, and for that I give you some respect. But I have seen things that you would not believe. I have seen the cruelty of humankind, and the arrogance of them. You have no idea what I have been through, while you were having the easy life, with easy victims.".

Krov continued. "I saw innocent people, struck down for nothing. They were forced to fight a losing battle against their will, as was I. They were given no mercy. Shot down, even though they were trying to surrender. Innocent men, and even some children who had made their way into a soldier's path, were killed like vermin. The real vermin are the ones who began the suffering."

"I enjoy feasting off humans. It gives me some sort of..... Revenge for what they put me through. The only ones I ever respected have died, or gone. Struck down by the Black Swords. I avenged one of my friends. I even turned a Black Sword into one of us. He was too arrogant to realize the gift though. He struck himself down with his own sword. The gun strikes like the sword." He lifted his shirt slightly, revealing 3 white round circles on his skin, the only remaining mark of the war.
I keep forgetting to say this: Krov Piyavki translates to blood leech.
Now, it's cue for Krov to meet the one who gave the signal. (I think)
Krov was startled as a young girl paced across the ground in front of him. He jumped backwards, but not before shouting a few choice Russian swear words. "Arrogant children." He whispered to no one in particular. "I hope she is a boring, dirty human. Then I can feast, and she can die.". He saw her run into a small house. His fur coat had fallen off after being startled. He sheepishly picked it up, then stared around. He put on the coat, then began to wander towards the house.

Even more leaves crunched underfoot. Krov licked his lips at the prospect of a new meal. Children, even though he despised them, had fresher blood, and were easier to kill and catch. If she was a human, Krov had no prospect or turning her into a vampire. She was not worthy of the power. Krov only turned those who he felt were worthy. He had killed one black-sword, when he caught them off guard. He had also put some of his blood in one's drink.

Krov thought. If this girl could get in, and she was a human, could black-swords get into the so-called sanctuary? Or had she been brought in and somehow escaped from the grasp of vampires. Krov was definitely nervous. What if he was being watched by black-swords? What if they wanted revenge for their fallen comrade? Or the one they turned into a vampire? As far as Krov knew, being turned into a vampire was a fate worse than death for the black swords. The one he turned into a vampire probably stabbed himself.

Krov had reached the house. He peered into the darkness, and looked at a form, crouching in a ball in the corner. "Hello." He said darkly. "Hello, child.
Can I have a brief update of what's happened so far in the IC?
It was cold, dark and very quiet. There were no birds to be heard chirping, no crickets clicking away into the night. There was just the sound of the soft wind rustling against the green leaves, that looked black in the darkness. Dead leaves crunched underfoot, as Krov wandered through the apparent sanctuary. He could see no other vampires, or even regular dirty humans for that matter. What if the black swords had struck here already, and he was too late? He didn't want to keep moving. He wanted to settle down somewhere.

This place reminded Krov of the Siberian village he had lived in and fed off for many years. It felt almost colder though. He pulled his fur coat closer to him, and pulled up the hood over his cold neck. Was there anywhere to feed here? If not, he would have to go, vampires or not. He hoped that the vampires that lived here, if any, were elders. Not arrogant children who had never felt pain once in their short lives.

Some of the buildings were ruined, and this reminded Krov of one of his war-time missions through an abandoned village. In this village, dead bodies had littered the floor. Blood had been splattered everywhere, and faint moans of the wounded echoed around the village. He asked his comrades to find the source of the moaning, to help them. But they ignored him. Then a child had rushed out of a door. The captain of the troop, in shock, had shot the child down. This was all before Krov became a vampire, and that incident may have given him his hate for humanity.

A rat scurried across the stone path. Krov would have captured and ate the rat, but he was quite nervous. He had gained a reputation among the black swords, he was sure of that. What if they were waiting to make an ambush? To finish what they failed those years ago. It was fun, killing worthless humans, and turning those who were worthier than the others into vampires as well. He remembered how he had been feasting off a sleeping child in a hotel room, when the black swords burst in. He had garlic thrown at him, and silver katanas slashed, but he managed to avoid them and leap out of the window, turning into a bat and flying off into the night.

Krov was bored of wallowing in the past. He stopped, and yelled into the night (in his thick Russian accent) "Is anybody else here?!".
I don't think Krov is going to get along with Karina.
Okay, sorry for posting two apps. It seems to be glitching today. Just editing the second one because I have no idea how to delete posts >.<
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