The return of Denna...

[Ashen Rain]

The dark moon crept up over a seldom used mountain passage, sheding what little light it had on the God forsaken area. It was deathly chill in these lands, and many who had traveled here had frozen to death- a much better fate though, than to be found by the Mord sith lurking ever so silently within a small cavern at the end of the path.

It was the perfect place to stalk... Silent and warm, almost welcoming to those looking for any way to beat the frost bite nipping at their extremities. The path was wide, one of the few that supposedly ran through the mountains, though none could ever be truly sure of this. Those who had gone through had never returned, either having made it to the other side, or finding death in the process.

Few claimed the former choice.

Now though, the cavern was still. No one had passed by in many weeks, and the restless being inside was famished. She stood, pacing back and forth, her arms held straight down at her sides. Under her form fitting red leather, every muscle, every vein was visible, pressed up to her outfit as she moved and even as she twitched about every few steps. To some, she appeared stressed. To the trained eye, however, one would notice her clenched fists randomly shifting into darker, more animalistic ones, and that every once in a while, she would press dark claws into the meat of her palms in an attempt to drive away the feeling of hunger within her soul.

This was Denna, a mixed creation of truly terrifying proportions. At the moment, she seemed nothing more than a beautiful, yet fairly stressed female. With long, curling blonde hair that for some reason did not seem to be the appropriate color, and off white-blue eyes, she was a sight to behold indeed- especially due to the grimace worn upon her face, plainly exposing vibrantly white fangs. A long, partially torn and worn looking red cape was attached at the shoulders to her full body, red leather outfit, and it billowed about behind her as she moved from place to place, flashing glimpses of strange and dark tribal markings. She jerked to a halt suddenly, her grimace waivering as her newly formed black claws dug deep into her palm, bringing fresh platinum blood to spill free from her wounds. Even as the thick liquid ran free from her veins and down a leather wrapped stick hanging by a string on her wrist, the hunger was winning over.

Her neck threw back all of a sudden, cracking noises echoing through the cavern sounding the audible breakage of those bones being bent too far. A primevil scream erupted from the open maw of the fanged Mord Sith, mixing with the crunching spurts of noise in a terrible cacophony as her pale blue eyes filled completely to the brim with a blood red liquid.

She couldn't stand it any longer. The great need to feed was too strong for her- one weakness within this creature of a pure, disorientingly destructive creature. From her bent-back position, bulges appeared underneath her cape, growing and cracking, breaking open her pale skin and forcing a newer, darker shade into the chill air. The joints in her legs began to grow, forming into more wolf like legs, and a thin, whip like tail with spined and sharp bone protrusions appeared with large and black bat-like wings from under her cape.

Not yet through with her transformation, her hunger was too strong to hold back anymore. Though she longed again for the times when she had tied down her prey in this very mountain cavern, she could not wait any longer. It was a thrill to bring warm blood back to the surface of frost bitten fingers with her agiel, only to lick the blackened stumps clean as her victim cried in pain and absolute terror, but at the moment, the thrill was over-rided by an animal desire to tear into the flesh of anything.

Her new formed wings flapped spastically, causing her to take to an erratic flight path out of her cave home. As she made her way past the various stains of past victims, her hunger grew, and she cried out again in a screaching, bat like howl, even though she had not yet completed her body change. It was one thing to switch forms on the ground, but in her state, she was nothing but a starved animal, foolish enough to attack the sheep in the daylight, while she was vulnerable.

Her heels split, her bones moving and growing till they were at mid calf. She was weaving and flipping in the sky, trying to stay air born but failing. Her back cracked foreward, causing her rib cage to jut out against her clothing, and this tipped her, sending her hurtling toward the unwelcome earth. She crashed in a pile, her injured and battered body folded up around her, and yet some how knocking some form of intelligence back into her primal state. She quickly pushed herself up, the tears and small cuts on her skin healing all to quickly in her transforming stage, even as she lifted her agiel in her hands, and shoved it into a single hole in her outfit- A hole given to her at the same time as a sword wound was, in the middle of her stomach.

Molten silver blood erupted from her wound as she worked her agiel, a scream of mercy from her crazed self to her sentient one echoing off of the mountains. Even as she screamed past the new lips of her black skin, her free hand reached behind her and pulled her sharp, barbed tail foreward. Gripping it tight, she pulled the tail foreward, and shoved the end into her mouth, cutting her tongue and muffling her screams.

And then, she bit the tip of it off.

With this accomplished, she finally forgot about her hunger and fell face first onto the ground, spitting out the tail tip when she had strength to do so. Soon after, she rolled onto her back, and pushed herself up from the ground, and vomited slightly. A mix of bile and silver blood spilled from her lips as she gasped for air, before she pushed herself shakily from the ground. Too tired now to shift back into a more normal looking form, she held a clawed hand over her stomach, and in the other held her agiel in a way that still caused her pain. She would heal soon, but after that, she wished to feed... Not in the rending of the flesh, animal way, but in her favored way... The way that made the heart beat faster as her victim screamed, so that the blood flowed like a faucet down her thirsty throat...

In the distance, an oddly shaped city loomed up. Her face cracked into an all knowing, wicked smile of what she knew was to come, and she moved, broken and silent toward the city lights, allowing her hand fall to her side as the moon-colored blood stopped dripping from her freshly healed stomach wound...

[Wamphyri]

((Isss thisss an open thread? Or private. We will remove ourselvessss if it isss a closed thread.))

Restless deep within a cave in The Black Forest, Shaithis can feel a presence. He'd always known something evil was hidden amongst the cold of the frozen wastelands. He had never visited there, although some of their lower had, but for only the gain of power. He had not bothered to investigate as it had never become a beacon strong enough to stir his interest.

Something was different now. He had sent a spy to the frozen wastelands. He had lasted long enough to be proven a coward and had returned shortly thereafter. The punishment he recieved had been worse than death that all mortals fear. The evil was hungry, he knew that hunger, and he could feel it in this being.

His mind enquiring outwards, prying, tearing, scaring and scaring those unable to defend themselves. Creatures and critters alike moved and left to places where his mind did not haunt them. This creature was hurting. In pain and the pain of hunger. Amused, he found himself. Perhaps it would be weak enough to overcome. No! It is weaker than he.

Leaving a message reverberating amongst those in thrall to him and his other, he leaves the cave, stepping out into the twilight night. The stars twinkling and shining, most of them already dead. Breathing the air, it was full of smells and stenches alike. Fear, loathing and hatred were the ones he finds him drawn to. Those that were of a mating call, of lust and love and happiness, drew him, if only for the purposes to change those scents to that of death.

His form stretching, and elongating, an incredible howl errupts from his jaws as they get longer, snapping together as his many rows of teeth become more wolf like. Even then, he has more teeth than any other canine should. As his tail forms, so do his legs and forelegs. His fur becomes a dark shade of purple. His eyes pure yellow, were it not for the deadly black pupils, souless, relentless, fearless.

His claws scratch the ground, tearing up grass, weeds and roots of those not yet strong enough to pierce the surface of the ground. Finally, his form is complete, standing more at the height of a bear than a wolf. Sniffing the cool night air, he starts, trotting towards his prey. Becoming more drawn towards the scent, he picks up his pace, and charges towards his prey.

Cutting through bush, brush, undergrowth and juvinile trees, fluttering of wings can be heard from those that fear him as a predator. Leaps and bounds, clawing and crashing. He gets closer and closer. As he breaks through the forest, in the far distance, he spies his quarry. It shall not escape him, but fear and respect him. The one of two choices, surrender or suffer. Both almost the same.

Finding a suitable route, he comes up behind the creature, stalking through dense foliage, his dark purple figure clouded by an ancient trick passed down through all of his kind. A power others were jealous of. No matter how hard many looked, unless the had a desirable talent, he remained unseen. Even though his form was masked by the foliage, and by mind-clouding, he still let his mind seep outwards, trying to pry and tear apart his quarries mind in order to know all that he desired.

[Ashen Rain]

~(It was actually more of an announcement thread. Quite the few 'oldbies' as I've heard them called, know of Denna, and I just wanted them to notice her return.

Aside from that, I suppose I can continue role playing this out. However, we may need to have a talk pertaining the powers of our characters- if you don't mind that is? Denna is quite powerful and dangerous, and so is, it appears, your character. I wouldn't want us attempting a power struggle, and actually becoming annoyed with each other. ^^';;

So, shall we discuss a bit more then before we continue? Return a PM to me if you'd like too. Thanks a bunch!)~

[LordPsycho]

Au'Marui had quiet a few "responsibilities" around the Dojo.

Aside from managing nature itself, he had to over see training at the Dojo, especially where it concerned the dangerous trio of wards known as Ajaxon, Blackfoot, and Violet.

And he, for a while yet (The Trio made sure of that much) was still monarch of Psychotopia.

So he got very few "personal days". But he had been aware of Denna, and her developing hunger for a while. So, this was one of his personal days he took.


He appeared, hunched near the crumpled body of Denna. He'd have to be careful not to stay long here, as the ice was already starting to affect his forms movements.

"My how the Mighty have fallen. You know, you stole my kill once. I almost had that 'lord' finished when you whisked him away to safefy. I hope you know he is still a thorn in my side."

With this, he pulls out the famed Sanity Blade

"Suppose it's time I return the favor. I bet you wouldn't react to well to being human, especially out here. What do you say, Denna? You want to settle old scores?" DP finished, a snear upon his face.

[Jent]

*In a small cave a little off where lays the cave which Denna and DP are located, while Natu sits by a small flame which is burning its last stick. He needs to get more, Natu was lucky, for water benders can take the cold better than the average human. They are built for it. So Natu went back out in the ice and snow, looking for wood, Natu went to the Frozen North for two reasons.*

*One. To find some of the liquid of a rare flower, sense the black forest ran out of them with the grunts, battle monkeys, agent orange, and a few more odd things. Two. The demon that was implanted into Natu a few years ago, is getting stronger, soon he will have control over his whole body. So he needs to relax, meditate, and drink a potion to slow down the ragging demon.

Natu packed warm for this work, wearing a fur coat of a unknown animal, most likely from his home planet, the fur had a talent. Its able to change from black, brown, and white, or a mix of all of them. Two thick boots of leather, however it has a liquid that if you push with force, it generates heat.(A.K.A. When he walks, he gets hotter.) The gloves are a modified versions of Ice Wave's, less itchy, softer, and stronger.

Natu's mask for this trip was a mask similar to his normal one, though it has a tiny button on the bottom front, with the same liquid from the boots, makes more heat when pushed.*

~Where can you find wood here in a frozen waste land?~

*Natu looked around for some wood for his fire, then he will look for the hot springs. Ten minutes later, it was a fruit less search, but some caught his attention, feeling a death of a living thing. Just a strong as the one for finding Vampires, this one got him to the cave which have DP and Denna inside.*

"Is anyone here, hello, hello?" *Said Natu in a slightly loud voice.*

[Ashen Rain]

Edit: This post has been deleated by the postee (Ah la, me), to return the happiness of all people offended and/or confused.

[LordPsycho]

Sheesh...someone got up on the wrong side of the board today....

And last I checked, I'm invited to all RP's on this forum, whether the invitation was explicitly expressed or not. I have to have some way to keep things to a dull roar.

Plus, if you wanted it to be purely private, you should have brought the petition to organize and the property deed from the Board owned Store, and limit access to the board to your group, and limit access to your group.

This wouldn't have helped much, as I'd still have access and an unexpressed invitation for RP'ing on your board.

However, next time your gripe about me RP'ing in a private RP, remember, I can always take away the priveledge of RP'ing at blackstar. Hell, if I wanted to, I can take down blackstar, permenantly. I handed some control of these forums to the moderators, but at the end of the day, it's still my forums.

[Ashen Rain]

~(*blink*

Um... alright then. Sorry if it seemed like I was upset or something [Did it? because I was really just trying to be sarcastic through out the entire post >>';;]

It kind of sounded like you went from being sarcastic at the beginning of the post, to down right mad at the end. This, is worrying me slightly, as I didn't mean to make you upset in any way [Nor you Trot, if I've hurt your feelings at all...?]

I was more or less just trying to be a goof ball like I normally am... I really am sorry... Honestly, I didn't know it was going to have quite that effect. When I first posted it, I even went back and double checked over everything to make sure it didn't sound like I was angry or anything.

Apparently I've failed horribly. I'm very sorry Sen and Trot... Truly and seriously. If you would like, I can take the post down?

~Ashen)~

[Jent]

((I think all of us were confused in some way, and I would like this RPG to stay up. It might reveal more of Natu's past. ))

[Ashen Rain]

~(I meant more 'the post that made Sen upset', taken down =p

I still want to do this role play, very much so >> But, I think we need to get out character's area's straightened out too Where is everyone again? I'm walking in the snow towards the city...)~