°{Crying Wolf}° A Vampire and Werewolf RP

Name: Ash (Has forgotten her last name)
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Species: Werewolf
Description: In human form, she is a attractive, tall-5'8, girl with thick, dark-brown hair and her hair rests on her back and shoulders like a drooping mane; has eerie amber eyes that look like flickering flames and glow in the darkness. She is a fairly strong and powerful girl for her age- she is also an excellent sprinter in both human and wolf form. In wolf form, she is a beautiful, but massive and powerful, dark brown she-wolf with a thick mane and brilliant golden underbelly and paws; also has striking flaming-amber eyes.
Personality: Reclusive and reserved, due to the kindled fear in her heart of being Captured. Courageous when absolutely needed. Tenacity seems to be her perpetual, figurative weapon. Can be loyal to where her heart is, smart, and quick-thinker. Wary of strangers and all normal humans like a true wolf- those who have her rare trust have earned it. Despises the vampires' schemes intensely.
History: Was Bitten when she was a toddler when she somehow found herself lost in the woods of the Valley and therefore has no recollection whatsoever of her parents or human life. She grew up among the werewolves, and knows nothing different- not leaving her with the weakening emotions such as longing or pining for a life left behind.
She loves her wolf form better than human and therefore anticipates dusk at though it were a meal. She lives in the woods in a spacious den she carved out of a massive oak tree and stays away from people most of the time; she has found safety to only come when all other beings are avoided. When she realized all of the other werewolves were being blamed and Captured by the knavish vampires, Ash fled into the impenetrable heart of the forest and will not come out, due to the inevitable fact that'd she'd be Captured as soon as she set foot out of it's tranquil depths.
Captured?: Not yet.
Relationship: Open
Children: None
Other: None
Username: HeavensHens88
(Well u don't need to be accepted, but great character. Want to start with the lead vampires? I'm making a captured werewolf as we speak.)

(Thanks, Jabba. :p I actually keep forgetting I'm an administrator of this RP... :lol:
Sure, but I've got to go in about 10 minutes. -_- Not sick anymore, ny BYC ban returns.)
 
(Thanks, Jabba. :p I actually keep forgetting I'm an administrator of this RP... :lol:
Sure, but I've got to go in about 10 minutes. -_- Not sick anymore, ny BYC ban returns.)
(Got it, you just make a Rakshira post and I'll respond to it.)

~The young vampiress settled down on a blackened stump just outside of the castle. Charred, she recollected with a grin of malevolence, with the blood of a werewolf that refused to obey. Her eerie black eyes probed each crack, each abnormal spot of color along the darkening ground, trying to evoke the beloved memories at each incident that had occurred here. For each drop of blood spilled, whether it be human or werewolf, was vital to Rakshira's pleasure. She lived to hear the scream of one being Transformed, the shriek of a tormented werewolf as she mercilessly whipped it. Her eyes twitched as a shadow flashed into the corner of her keen vision, then disappeared as soon as it had appeared. She stood up and slowly swirled on her elegant heels, tracing her finger in the air along the outline of the forest.
The only thing that stood between her and the remainder of her quarry.~
 
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~The young vampiress settled down on a blackened stump just outside of the castle. Charred, she recollected with a grin of malevolence, with the blood of a werewolf that refused to obey. Her eerie black eyes probed each crack, each abnormal spot of color along the darkening ground, trying to evoke the beloved memories at each incident that had accrued here. For each drop of blood spilled, whether it be human or werewolf, was vital to Rakshira's pleasure. She lived to hear the scream of one being Transformed, the shriek of a tormented werewolf as she mercilessly whipped it. Her eyes twitched as a shadow flashed into the corner of her keen vision, then disappeared as soon as it had appeared. She stood up and slowly swirled on her elegant heels, tracing her finger in the air along the outline of the forest.
The only thing that stood between her and the remainder of her quarry.~
Elixos exited the castle through the back, smiling as he saw Rakshira, most likely out her planning her next cruel plan. He looked at her tracing the outline of the trees, and felt what she felt, a thirst to destroy and torture every last werewolf which lived there. Elixos strolled quietly up to Rakshira, knowing that she probably already knew he was there, and came behind her, tapping her on the shoulder. He had been gone for almost a week and it seemed right he should spend some time with her.
 
~The young vampiress settled down on a blackened stump just outside of the castle. Charred, she recollected with a grin of malevolence, with the blood of a werewolf that refused to obey. Her eerie black eyes probed each crack, each abnormal spot of color along the darkening ground, trying to evoke the beloved memories at each incident that had occurred here. For each drop of blood spilled, whether it be human or werewolf, was vital to Rakshira's pleasure. She lived to hear the scream of one being Transformed, the shriek of a tormented werewolf as she mercilessly whipped it. Her eyes twitched as a shadow flashed into the corner of her keen vision, then disappeared as soon as it had appeared. She stood up and slowly swirled on her elegant heels, tracing her finger in the air along the outline of the forest.
The only thing that stood between her and the remainder of her quarry.~
(Do u want Ash to be captured?)
 
~The young vampiress settled down on a blackened stump just outside of the castle. Charred, she recollected with a grin of malevolence, with the blood of a werewolf that refused to obey. Her eerie black eyes probed each crack, each abnormal spot of color along the darkening ground, trying to evoke the beloved memories at each incident that had occurred here. For each drop of blood spilled, whether it be human or werewolf, was vital to Rakshira's pleasure. She lived to hear the scream of one being Transformed, the shriek of a tormented werewolf as she mercilessly whipped it. Her eyes twitched as a shadow flashed into the corner of her keen vision, then disappeared as soon as it had appeared. She stood up and slowly swirled on her elegant heels, tracing her finger in the air along the outline of the forest.
The only thing that stood between her and the remainder of her quarry.~
(Do u want Ash to be captured?)

(Sure, but not immediately. Replying to Elixos now. ;) )
 

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