Post by Asta on Aug 19, 2007 16:50:20 GMT -4
Name of site: Sacrifice
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Plot (if any) or summary, a welcoming:
- When you think of a perfect world, you see peace, and harmony between every walk of life. No wars, no conflict of any kind. A safer place to dwell, to find happiness and purity. Though one can not think of this "perfection", they can only dream of it.
For there is and never will be.. a 'perfect wold'
Not after the events of December 14th, 1801
In the town of Carmine, the local sheriffs office was alerted of a possible "murder". The man who sounded the alarm, was none other than the mayor himself; who had been shocked to see his beautiful daughter Maylin's body, being taken through the window, and out into the sky. Such fear grasped him, that he could not explain what truly had happened that night. Yet all he could really do was notify the proper authorities. He was in for a long, and suspensful night.
Miles away, past the dark forest, and the lafayette gorge lay a series of black villages. They are invisible to the mortal eye, as a vast dark aura surrounds the entire facinity. Only one creature can truly see through the darkness, and only one creature can pass through the barrier. The Vampire.
Unknown to the human race, the vampirians have lurked the darkest shadows and crevise's of this world for thousands of years. So stealth and intelligent that they have managed to hide away from civilization since the dawn of man. Now being able to blend in with the mortals that walk the daylight hour. Their skin has adapted to light, their forms have gained the ability to camoflauge their true beings. You could glance at a person, and think they were human. Or you could see past the mask, to the beast that lurks beneath. The great creatures of Legend.. live on.
Through the mist and clouds, a shadowed figure leaps from tree top to tree top. In its muscular arms, lays the limp form of the mayors daughter. To her neck, two circular wounds. Both peirced through the jugular. Maylin was being carried by a vampire. And so her murderer was revealed as the moon parted the clouds. A tall, hansom man, with large purtruding fangs peering from his maw as trickles of blood dance across his lips. His ebon black hair reaches his shoulders, and his crystal blue eyes scour the horizon. He is dressed in a long black cloak, folded underneath are his velvet wings. For safety, he keeps away from the skies. He would be easily spotted. Leaping along with sheer power, he comes to the Mosque river. Pausing, he glares at the vast surroundings, making sure his crossing will be a quick one. Catching everything noticeable, he jumps down from the leverage, and begins his trek across the silent currents. Though he has made a fatal mistake.. in the brush, lurks a search party on horseback. The mayor himself in the lead of the group. They spot the man as he reaches the center of the river, maylin floating above the surface lifelessly. The mayor curses under his breath, and signals for the officials to move in. Charging from the woodlands safety, they begin to fire rapidly at the monster. Even as their bullets pass through his flesh, they are terrified to observe his unfailing health. The beast won't die.
From behind the mayor, approaches a young priest, who infact is the courter of the mayors daughter. They were to be wed. As the attacking continues, the mysterious creature fails to notice the priest form behind him. With a wooden spike, and a book of god in hand, he peirces the beast through its heart. A loud, tear envoking screech fills the atmosphere as the man finally goes down. Sinking to the rocky bottom, then floating, only to disturb the glossy surface. A silver liquid pours into the water, turning a deep maroon as is touches the oxygen rich water and air. The vampire is dead, and a prayer is regrettfully spoken. Maylin is dragged up onto the shore, her satin rose night dress tattered, and her skin pale. The mayor and priest lean over her, praying, and hoping that she may still be alive. But there is nothing. Her heart halted its beat, and her blood no longer flowed through her veins. It had all been spilt, or consumed. As both men mourned over their great loss, one of the patrol men dragged the body of the vampire from the water, and checked its pockets for anything. Reaching into his right pocket, inside his cloak, he found a silver pocket watch. Engraved on the small clock was a wolf, and an angel biting at one another necks. Inside, read a strange language that noone present could decipher. Around the neck of the deceased being, was a symbol of an upside down cross, and the word Narashin. It was the mans name. The necklace, his marking of the people he served.
The priest seized the artifact, and bent over the vampire. From his studies of legend, he remembered that if a human/mortal were to drink the blood of a vampire, they would become one themself. Though, he also remembered that it was just legend, and that he could have a fifty-fifty chance of living or dieing. Yet as he looked over to maylin, so peacful in her lifeless state, he was sure. He would do anything to be with her again, even if it cost him his life. Taking a sharpened blade, he cut the heart out from the anatomy of the silenced demon, and took one last glance at his mortal surroundings.. maylin. Putting the fleshy organ to his lips, he began to consume the thick luquid. Feeling it burn like fire as it slid down his throat. After a few moments, he began to feel a slight discomfort, his heart pounding madly. His head began to pulse, as he groaned in agony. He felt a peirce in his heart, as he suddenly blacked out. The next few moments.. he would remember for the rest of his... renewed life.
Waking, he felt as though he had been asleep for at least a year. His strength was even greater than before, as he pushed up against the trunk of a tree to get to his feet. The tree pulled from the ground and tumbled into its woodland bretheran. Shocked, he felt a painful sharpness against the tip of his tongue. Fingers slipped towards his teeth, to feel a set of long, razor like canines. Fangs. As he looked up, his hair had fallen into his eyes, breifly clouding his vision. Tossing it around, he managed to clarify his sight. As his eyes met with the mayor, and the men around him he could tell from their expressions, that it had worked. He could tell him his strength and transformation.. that he was now of the legendary race. Yet a strange sensation came over him.. a lust.. for mortal blood. Then, like a gunshot, it struck him to attack the men before him. Wings tore of his old robe, as he surged at the men, razor sharp sythes ripping their heads clean off. All the officers lay in a pile, as he feasts 'pon their napes. The mayor crouches by Maylins body, and then begins to drag it into the woods.. to hide. Grey eyes peer up from the feast, to see one mortal escaping.. with his prize. The creature leaps swiftly over the pile of human carnage and dashes with incedible speed into the forest. As the mayor feels as though he has escaped.. The tall form of the once priest lingers above him. His claws reaching for maylin. The mayor released a terrible scream for fear of his life, and pulls out his calibur. Aiming it at the vampire head. A smirk comes over the demon, as he grasps his love and pulls away from the mayor. The gun it triggered and a single bullet shoots towards the skull of the hansom beast. But before it reaches his flesh, it is deflected, and peirces the ground. The vampire laughs as he soars away with the girl in his arms. Pausing in the glare of the moonlight, he drops her purpously. Maylin falls about 20 feet, when suddenly, a spread of grey feathered wings breaks her fall. The vampress soars into the arms of the vampire, and both cackle as they fly to the barrier lands of their kind.
The mayor looks on in shock, and fear.. getting to his feet quickly and mounting his horse. He gallops away from the river quickly and never ventures near it again. Though for the years to follow the demons of the sky are made known. Ever since that fateful night, mortals are aware of their hidden foe's. The vampire race now has an attentive enemy.
It is now the Present...
Awareness has increased over these times as many battles have been forged between the mortals and demons of the world. Yet no common ground has been made. Villages still blind to the evil that walks amongst them..
both races blind to something more.
Through the wars, on both sides of the feuds, had been found a new breed.
Both human, and vampire. A Hybrid.
In some cases, they live about their lives without the need to feed on blood. Though they still resemble their vampire heritage.
Or ones who resemble humans, yet still lust the life force of mortals.
So now it seems, that some mortals and vampires and setting aside their differences for.. 'love'
The only blame for this..
is the story from long ago.
About a mortal priest, giving up his holy life, for his love. Becoming a vampire to save her.
Drinking the blood, of the dreaded heart.....
____________________________________________
Now, it is a new age, and because of the happenings of the past, things have seemed to change...
[Empress Astharoshe is the great descendant of Maylin and The Vampiric Priest.]
An Empress now holds power over the "True Race", the vampires. The Nadran HQ Located in Paris, France. Here, Empress Astharoshe and those who are loyal to the true race, continue to fight. Her comrades stick to the old ways, sneaking out in the nights protection, and stealing the lives of the mortals. Yet with time, comes evolution. The vampires can now move freely during the day, the suns rays having no hazardous effect on their fair flesh. Also, it seems as though they can change into a more, primal figure.. Having the ability to change into a wolf. The distinct look of their primal form usually depends on certain features of their persona.. With this new developement, the vampires have used their forms as advantages against the humans.. At least, those who are still loyal to the Empress.
For those who seek a new way of life, they live amongst the humans. They marry into their species, and often produce offspring known as "Hybrids". Hybrids are despised by all "Pure-Blood" meaning both Vampire, and Human. Vampires can sense the differance instantly, but its much more difficult for some humans to tell. Hybrids may very well be the solution to this seemingly endless battle..
The Humans, live in their homes peacefully, as though nothing is wrong. Yet, those who fall in love with vampires, see the war waging under their nose. For now, life seems to just.. go on..
Though, there are some who have formed a group of "Slayers". They call themselves "The Bretheran". Sworn to defeat the vampires and eradicate them from the planet. Their HQ lies in St. Andrews Cathedral.
Will the species forever feud? Or is there a hidden common ground?
What is this site rated: PG-13 for language.
How many members roughly, and how active is it: 2, Just opened.
Mini-banner and tell us where you put ours:
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URL: Click
Plot (if any) or summary, a welcoming:
- When you think of a perfect world, you see peace, and harmony between every walk of life. No wars, no conflict of any kind. A safer place to dwell, to find happiness and purity. Though one can not think of this "perfection", they can only dream of it.
For there is and never will be.. a 'perfect wold'
Not after the events of December 14th, 1801
In the town of Carmine, the local sheriffs office was alerted of a possible "murder". The man who sounded the alarm, was none other than the mayor himself; who had been shocked to see his beautiful daughter Maylin's body, being taken through the window, and out into the sky. Such fear grasped him, that he could not explain what truly had happened that night. Yet all he could really do was notify the proper authorities. He was in for a long, and suspensful night.
Miles away, past the dark forest, and the lafayette gorge lay a series of black villages. They are invisible to the mortal eye, as a vast dark aura surrounds the entire facinity. Only one creature can truly see through the darkness, and only one creature can pass through the barrier. The Vampire.
Unknown to the human race, the vampirians have lurked the darkest shadows and crevise's of this world for thousands of years. So stealth and intelligent that they have managed to hide away from civilization since the dawn of man. Now being able to blend in with the mortals that walk the daylight hour. Their skin has adapted to light, their forms have gained the ability to camoflauge their true beings. You could glance at a person, and think they were human. Or you could see past the mask, to the beast that lurks beneath. The great creatures of Legend.. live on.
Through the mist and clouds, a shadowed figure leaps from tree top to tree top. In its muscular arms, lays the limp form of the mayors daughter. To her neck, two circular wounds. Both peirced through the jugular. Maylin was being carried by a vampire. And so her murderer was revealed as the moon parted the clouds. A tall, hansom man, with large purtruding fangs peering from his maw as trickles of blood dance across his lips. His ebon black hair reaches his shoulders, and his crystal blue eyes scour the horizon. He is dressed in a long black cloak, folded underneath are his velvet wings. For safety, he keeps away from the skies. He would be easily spotted. Leaping along with sheer power, he comes to the Mosque river. Pausing, he glares at the vast surroundings, making sure his crossing will be a quick one. Catching everything noticeable, he jumps down from the leverage, and begins his trek across the silent currents. Though he has made a fatal mistake.. in the brush, lurks a search party on horseback. The mayor himself in the lead of the group. They spot the man as he reaches the center of the river, maylin floating above the surface lifelessly. The mayor curses under his breath, and signals for the officials to move in. Charging from the woodlands safety, they begin to fire rapidly at the monster. Even as their bullets pass through his flesh, they are terrified to observe his unfailing health. The beast won't die.
From behind the mayor, approaches a young priest, who infact is the courter of the mayors daughter. They were to be wed. As the attacking continues, the mysterious creature fails to notice the priest form behind him. With a wooden spike, and a book of god in hand, he peirces the beast through its heart. A loud, tear envoking screech fills the atmosphere as the man finally goes down. Sinking to the rocky bottom, then floating, only to disturb the glossy surface. A silver liquid pours into the water, turning a deep maroon as is touches the oxygen rich water and air. The vampire is dead, and a prayer is regrettfully spoken. Maylin is dragged up onto the shore, her satin rose night dress tattered, and her skin pale. The mayor and priest lean over her, praying, and hoping that she may still be alive. But there is nothing. Her heart halted its beat, and her blood no longer flowed through her veins. It had all been spilt, or consumed. As both men mourned over their great loss, one of the patrol men dragged the body of the vampire from the water, and checked its pockets for anything. Reaching into his right pocket, inside his cloak, he found a silver pocket watch. Engraved on the small clock was a wolf, and an angel biting at one another necks. Inside, read a strange language that noone present could decipher. Around the neck of the deceased being, was a symbol of an upside down cross, and the word Narashin. It was the mans name. The necklace, his marking of the people he served.
The priest seized the artifact, and bent over the vampire. From his studies of legend, he remembered that if a human/mortal were to drink the blood of a vampire, they would become one themself. Though, he also remembered that it was just legend, and that he could have a fifty-fifty chance of living or dieing. Yet as he looked over to maylin, so peacful in her lifeless state, he was sure. He would do anything to be with her again, even if it cost him his life. Taking a sharpened blade, he cut the heart out from the anatomy of the silenced demon, and took one last glance at his mortal surroundings.. maylin. Putting the fleshy organ to his lips, he began to consume the thick luquid. Feeling it burn like fire as it slid down his throat. After a few moments, he began to feel a slight discomfort, his heart pounding madly. His head began to pulse, as he groaned in agony. He felt a peirce in his heart, as he suddenly blacked out. The next few moments.. he would remember for the rest of his... renewed life.
Waking, he felt as though he had been asleep for at least a year. His strength was even greater than before, as he pushed up against the trunk of a tree to get to his feet. The tree pulled from the ground and tumbled into its woodland bretheran. Shocked, he felt a painful sharpness against the tip of his tongue. Fingers slipped towards his teeth, to feel a set of long, razor like canines. Fangs. As he looked up, his hair had fallen into his eyes, breifly clouding his vision. Tossing it around, he managed to clarify his sight. As his eyes met with the mayor, and the men around him he could tell from their expressions, that it had worked. He could tell him his strength and transformation.. that he was now of the legendary race. Yet a strange sensation came over him.. a lust.. for mortal blood. Then, like a gunshot, it struck him to attack the men before him. Wings tore of his old robe, as he surged at the men, razor sharp sythes ripping their heads clean off. All the officers lay in a pile, as he feasts 'pon their napes. The mayor crouches by Maylins body, and then begins to drag it into the woods.. to hide. Grey eyes peer up from the feast, to see one mortal escaping.. with his prize. The creature leaps swiftly over the pile of human carnage and dashes with incedible speed into the forest. As the mayor feels as though he has escaped.. The tall form of the once priest lingers above him. His claws reaching for maylin. The mayor released a terrible scream for fear of his life, and pulls out his calibur. Aiming it at the vampire head. A smirk comes over the demon, as he grasps his love and pulls away from the mayor. The gun it triggered and a single bullet shoots towards the skull of the hansom beast. But before it reaches his flesh, it is deflected, and peirces the ground. The vampire laughs as he soars away with the girl in his arms. Pausing in the glare of the moonlight, he drops her purpously. Maylin falls about 20 feet, when suddenly, a spread of grey feathered wings breaks her fall. The vampress soars into the arms of the vampire, and both cackle as they fly to the barrier lands of their kind.
The mayor looks on in shock, and fear.. getting to his feet quickly and mounting his horse. He gallops away from the river quickly and never ventures near it again. Though for the years to follow the demons of the sky are made known. Ever since that fateful night, mortals are aware of their hidden foe's. The vampire race now has an attentive enemy.
It is now the Present...
Awareness has increased over these times as many battles have been forged between the mortals and demons of the world. Yet no common ground has been made. Villages still blind to the evil that walks amongst them..
both races blind to something more.
Through the wars, on both sides of the feuds, had been found a new breed.
Both human, and vampire. A Hybrid.
In some cases, they live about their lives without the need to feed on blood. Though they still resemble their vampire heritage.
Or ones who resemble humans, yet still lust the life force of mortals.
So now it seems, that some mortals and vampires and setting aside their differences for.. 'love'
The only blame for this..
is the story from long ago.
About a mortal priest, giving up his holy life, for his love. Becoming a vampire to save her.
Drinking the blood, of the dreaded heart.....
____________________________________________
Now, it is a new age, and because of the happenings of the past, things have seemed to change...
[Empress Astharoshe is the great descendant of Maylin and The Vampiric Priest.]
An Empress now holds power over the "True Race", the vampires. The Nadran HQ Located in Paris, France. Here, Empress Astharoshe and those who are loyal to the true race, continue to fight. Her comrades stick to the old ways, sneaking out in the nights protection, and stealing the lives of the mortals. Yet with time, comes evolution. The vampires can now move freely during the day, the suns rays having no hazardous effect on their fair flesh. Also, it seems as though they can change into a more, primal figure.. Having the ability to change into a wolf. The distinct look of their primal form usually depends on certain features of their persona.. With this new developement, the vampires have used their forms as advantages against the humans.. At least, those who are still loyal to the Empress.
For those who seek a new way of life, they live amongst the humans. They marry into their species, and often produce offspring known as "Hybrids". Hybrids are despised by all "Pure-Blood" meaning both Vampire, and Human. Vampires can sense the differance instantly, but its much more difficult for some humans to tell. Hybrids may very well be the solution to this seemingly endless battle..
The Humans, live in their homes peacefully, as though nothing is wrong. Yet, those who fall in love with vampires, see the war waging under their nose. For now, life seems to just.. go on..
Though, there are some who have formed a group of "Slayers". They call themselves "The Bretheran". Sworn to defeat the vampires and eradicate them from the planet. Their HQ lies in St. Andrews Cathedral.
Will the species forever feud? Or is there a hidden common ground?
What is this site rated: PG-13 for language.
How many members roughly, and how active is it: 2, Just opened.
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