***NOTE***: I am posting this roleplay for @EcottSam. I do not exclusively own it. Footsteps cautiously advanced through the impenetrable cloud of darkness that lay over the forest. The villager tediously swung out his lantern before the path his mind was telling him that'd he taken from the village, but his heart told him otherwise. Adrenaline pulsed through him like a wildfire and a bead of sweat broke out over his furrowed brow. He was lost. At the near stroke of midnight. In the middle of the very woodlands that had claimed his wife and son. He ran a shaking hand through his hair, trying to compose himself as he leaned against an ancient oak. He heaved a shuddering breath and straightened with resolve, determined to defy what his subconscious was screaming at him and take that same path that had aroused his suspicions moments before. He advanced slowly along the unbroken trail, decaying leaves giving a jolting resound to his wary approach. The tall man shied back, the lantern swinging dangerously as a shadow darted into the corner of his line of view, then faded as quickly as it had come. He paced in a wide circle, drawing himself up and putting on a shaky facade of courage that had long evacuated. "Who... who goes there there?" His voice shook, and he let it trail off in an attempt to quiet his nagging fears. It's only some woodland creature. It's only some harmless creature. He trod forward in his characteristic long stride, then tensed as an icy sensation trickled down his neck. He pivoted as tediously as possible, inwardly wanting to savor the moment of unwary innocence, the moment just before all of his worst fears were confirmed. The unmistakable soulless eyes of a vampiress stared back, effortlessly penetrating the pitiful veil known as his cornea and scoring deep into his soul, immobilizing the peasant. His entire body crackling with the ice of terror, the man could do nothing but stare as her white fingers brought his neck to her perfectly reddened mouth, the contrast of a blood moon against a sheet of white stars... Her eyes had no life gleam, only a dull red glow that seemed to pulse from her eyes into a nearly-tangible aura of unmistakable malign intent. He flinched as her canine fangs drove deep into him and his knees clacked together as his blood began to drain. His vision glazed over in an eerie white haze and a wave of numbness began to seep into his body as the bite infected to its true purpose. The man's eyes rolled and his skin was torn from her mouth as he fell to his knees, limbs quivering and eyes rolling with the unstoppable quake of Transformation. The young vampiress allowed a malevolent smirk to take hold of her mouth, twitching its perpetually unperturbed corners into malicious peaks. By midnight, he'd be a full vampire. Her master would be pleased. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The young male wolf watched this ambush from within the safely concealing depths of bramble bushes. His eyes of flame narrowed, and his tail stiffened at the scene that scent ripples of repulse up his spine. An intense primal urge shot through him, overriding his caution, and nearly drove him out into the open to feast on the humans' spilt blood, however infinitesimal it may be. His massive incisors ground together in attempt to ward off the blood lust. Oh, how he hated this urge, this temptation, that erupted, along with fur and claws, at every inevitable sundown. For he was not a creature of the unyielding maniacal chaos that humans had fabricated into being through generations of glorified tales- this werewolf merely wanted to be free. To be free from the threat that constantly loomed over him. To be free from the instincts that truly weren't his. He scrambled backward out of the bush, and fled into the impenetrable sanctuary of the heart of the forest: the only true place he could find shelter from the merciless hunting of the vampires. As far as he knew, he was the last remaining werewolf to be free, the last hope of their kind. And, ironically enough, perhaps the humans' fate as well Panting breaths ripped through his malnourished body as he made his way toward the ultimate layer of the vampires- the massive castle that loomed above the entire Valley. He must get a message to the werewolves imprisoned within. But what could they do- they were rendered utterly powerless against the vampires' innumerable forces, but, most of all, the rumor that it was the wolves that were responsible for the disappearances. Never again would a human trust a werewolf. The vampires were unstoppable. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Plot: Adolf Hitler once said ““If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed.” This is the truth, but the unfortunate case with human beings. Humans have always been tricked. For centuries. For millenniums. Since the beginning. Humans have manipulated others, have lied to others forever. Lies have led to deaths, the destruction of families, and tears. Lies are what start fires of guilt and anguish, and humans get lied to and lie all the time. And they are being once again, in the small town of Johannesburg. Humans have inhabited the town for years, until the abandoned castle on the peak of the mountain of the North was inhabited. By vampires, bloodthirsty creatures who are pleasured by cruelty and dish it to everyone they see. But they are intelligent, not the stupid monsters they have been made out to be. The vampires have fooled the townspeople with a dark lie. The vampires plead that they are not the ones doing wrong, but rather the werewolves. The vampires capture the werewolves in the valley and throw them in their dungeon, which makes up the majority of their dreaded castle. They cannot infect the werewolves, so they whip, torture, and wrong the werewolves instead, who are part of a fight they never wanted to be in. The werewolves, who try to resist their urge to kill, are attacked by both species, while the vampires just add to their numbers by infecting townspeople. Johannesburg: The town is in a valley, enclosed by mountains on all sides except the southern one, were there is a road that leads in and out of town. The town is surrounded by a dark, verdant, ever-growing forest, that forms a circle around the town before the mountains do. The vampires’ castle is built on the Northernmost mountain, and is not fancy. The vampires often make captured humans and werewolves clean, maintain, and make additions to the castle. The castle: The castle isn’t the largest, but is suffice for the vampires’ cruelty. It is just two floors, with the entire underground floor either being cells for prisoners or the armory. The first floor on the ground level is made out of the entrance hall, with a long hallway down it as you enter. The rooms in the castle are: kitchen (which is never used), dining hall (sometimes used to talk), bedrooms (which aren’t used much, as vampires don’t sleep much), sunroom (which is always abandoned, except for secret talks), and library (which is where the vampires tend to hang out and socialize). It is not a large castle. The dungeon cells are shared by two members at the max, and are completely bare except for some rings on the walls to attach chains to. Vampires: These vampires are a bit different than the typical ones. They have the pale complexion of dead humans, but are very much alive. Metal burns their skin, so they tend to avoid all guns and use knives or swords with leather hilts instead. They can survive in the daylight, with no problems at all. The only way to kill them is to pierce their heart, because they rejuvenate wounds except ones to their heart. They all have a desire for blood which needs to be sated by every three days, and the poor imprisoned werewolves are often used for that thirst. They can transform into bats and ravens. When they infect a human, they have to bite the human and feed on its blood, but not taking enough to kill the human. They normally don't infect others with the exception of that they need more vampires or that the person being infected is being infected to become a partner. There is a lead male vampire, as well as female- both currently reserved by @EcottSam until further notice. Werewolves: We decided to go with typical werewolves with a few minor changes. The werewolves are completely human at daytime, but when night arrives, all werewolves transform into wolves. If the night has a full moon, they are filled with the urge to kill, which is almost irresistible.The werewolves normally are solitary unless they are with a friend or a partner. Thy can infect humans by biting them when in wolf form. Being infected by a werewolf is very painful, because the bite isn't just painful, but pain slowly seeps through the body. Humans: The unwary inhabitants of Johannesburg. Their numbers are declining due to the rate at which vampires are Transforming their numbers. They currently believe the culprits of this are the werewolves, as embedded in their easily-manipulated minds by the vampires. Can be Transformed into either a werewolf or vampire via a bite. Once bitten by a vampire and recovering, a Transformed human is inducted into the ranks of the vampires and is never seen again as a human. They take on the full appearance of a vampire, only keeping the color of their hair and perhaps their eyes once Transformed: their skin pales and they grow the typical fangs. When bitten by a werewolf, the Transformation process is longer, but still results in the human becoming the creature that infected it. Either way, a Transformed human never goes back to living with humans. *Form to Join* Name: Gender: Age: Species/Rank: History: Captured? Personality: Description of Bodily Attributes: Relationship: Children: Other: Username: NOTE: This @EcottSam's roleplay and all ideas/plots are his. I, @HeavensHens88, merely assisted him in some minor suggestions and I wrote the prologue. He is the owner of this roleplay, meaning he accepts/denies forms and such. I will also be accepting forms when needed.