@BurningCold Hmm. I feel like a werewolf's "regular" wolf form should still be quite big and look different than a normal wild wolf, however, if you're looking to be able to run like a wolf and cross great distances, jump, etc, then sure, you can do that. Do werewolves have paws or hands? For this rp, I would say they could have either. I'll consider it a degree in their transformation. If you want to pass for a wolf to human eyes, then you might have a little trouble, just because WW's are like... usually bigger.
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The pain for the most part finally left him, but the weakness it left behind was just as relentless in its memory. Mithias awoke to find himself properly bound in some kind of interrogation room that was eerily reminiscent of the ones Soldier used. His right arm had grown back, only to be shackled against the arm of the chair and rendered useless again. His body had healed enough to support vital functions, but he was weak. Looking down at himself, his shirt was still torn open in front, and vaguely, he recalled a young man attempting to save his life. Mimicking the thoughts of his most recent influence, Mithias regretted that his elegant suit had been completely destroyed.
A man, no, a vampire, sat across the table from him. He looked middle aged with brown hair and brown eyes, and his voice flickered between barely contained malice and the joy of a sadist's anticipated satisfaction. Mithias knew right away that, like most vampires, this one was another psycho. He couldn't recall much of what had happened, but he knew he had ended up in the wrong hands.
With dirty, blood encrusted and singed hair half hanging in his face, Mithias stared blankly at the vampire at first. Finally, the memory returned to him, and he spoke the name as it came to him, "Erickson." The Nightwars hadn't been that long ago, and Mithias had studied his enemies well. Deon Erickson hadn't been heard from for several decades. It appeared the slithering snake had survived.
"Do you know why I brought you here? Mithias."
Mithias briefly pulled up on his arms, realizing he was immobilized. He really was at his enemy's mercy, a very disconcerting predicament. Had he been someone else, he might have made a mocking speech about being here so that he could have his heart ripped out and watch it eaten before him as he died. ...But he really didn't have the energy for all that. Hunger panged him, and he focused back on Deon with disdain. There was a real good chance Erickson was going to end him. Mithias could only hope there was a some reason he hadn't done so already. Finally, the grey knight chose his answer. "Revenge. ... You want to kill me, slowly."
A man, no, a vampire, sat across the table from him. He looked middle aged with brown hair and brown eyes, and his voice flickered between barely contained malice and the joy of a sadist's anticipated satisfaction. Mithias knew right away that, like most vampires, this one was another psycho. He couldn't recall much of what had happened, but he knew he had ended up in the wrong hands.
With dirty, blood encrusted and singed hair half hanging in his face, Mithias stared blankly at the vampire at first. Finally, the memory returned to him, and he spoke the name as it came to him, "Erickson." The Nightwars hadn't been that long ago, and Mithias had studied his enemies well. Deon Erickson hadn't been heard from for several decades. It appeared the slithering snake had survived.
"Do you know why I brought you here? Mithias."
Mithias briefly pulled up on his arms, realizing he was immobilized. He really was at his enemy's mercy, a very disconcerting predicament. Had he been someone else, he might have made a mocking speech about being here so that he could have his heart ripped out and watch it eaten before him as he died. ...But he really didn't have the energy for all that. Hunger panged him, and he focused back on Deon with disdain. There was a real good chance Erickson was going to end him. Mithias could only hope there was a some reason he hadn't done so already. Finally, the grey knight chose his answer. "Revenge. ... You want to kill me, slowly."
@Remipa Awesome I love it.
Interested.
The angel girl falls to the side as the blast easily knocks her over. Bits of shrapnel draw blood from wounds she's simply too full of adrenaline to notice. She yelps and cowers, only to be picked up by the back of her neck to stare into those hateful, abyssal eyes. Paralyzed with fear, she trembles and pants. Tears glisten from sparkling eyes. The soft, light colored locks of an innocent child hang down her back, tussled and traumatized by this malicious tyrant. The tinge of red begins to stain her dress.
@Raineh Daze Very well I'll edit.
@PKMNB0Y Alright. Shall I have Mithias find a car and *happen* to drive in the right direction? (with enough gas)
@PKMNB0Y, I'm going to need you to be willing to assist me in meeting the other characters. What do you suggest?
@VitaVitaAR He's headed toward the compound. If you want to have one of the characters catch sight of him, then that would be great. Otherwise, I will edit and add another post to my Walmart post...
@PKMNB0Y Sorry. Alright. Next time I will.
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