~°~ The Unsafe World - A Werewolf Role Play ~°~

( Do I have a bad reputation for being mean and killing needlessly? :hit I'm not evil. :hit I swear, Ronan is a nice girl/werewolf. :p )

( No no! I mean I don't want her to meet up with my evil characters ( Arnou, Tate, Eliza, etc.) because they would just kill her XD I don't want to basically kill off a new character already XD and my much nicer characters are being used, so that just leaves my human :lau)
 
Damian felt himself shiver a bit at Tara's touch, but shook it off mentally. He repeated the words that Alex said to him;
"He said.. I was a mistake."
As he sounded hurt, he closed his eyes halfway, not looking at Tara.

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Judith stared in awe, as it was the same mark that belonged on her palm.
She has the mark too..
She smiled and let out a small giggle, "You're not cursed, it's just a mark that a supernatural being chose to give you. It's nothing bad, I promise, for I have it as well." She said, bringing up her hand to Freya's view, letting her visibly see the mark on her palm. "I honestly don't know the symbolism behind the mark or what it can do, but you're one of the 'Chosen' " she explained.

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After Stephen shoveled the dirt on top of Nora, he glanced up at the fully risen sun and looked over at Amber, seeing that she was sobbing. He sighed, he had to do something to make her feel better, but there was nothing he could possibly do. He went up to Amber and knelt down, putting one arm around her while he held onto the shovel in his other hand; giving her an awkward attempt of a hug. Even if he didn't know her that well, she reminded him of his mom the day that their was neighbor was killed. Remembering his mom in a complete tragic wreck. He didn't want anyone else to go through the pain that she did, not even Amber.

"HE SAID WHAT?!" Tara growled. "Right, that's it."
She grabbed Damian's arm and angrily started dragging him. She flung open the door and marched through, heading straight for Alexander's office.

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Freya felt the relief rush over here. Thank the stars.
"I'm glad it's not a curse," Freya laughed nervously. "I never really noticed the mark on your hand before? And the 'Chosen'? I... I really don't get it. Why would I be chosen?"
She had so many questions, but she didn't know how to word half of them.

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( Stephen so kind. ;-; )

Amber didn't react, she just kept her head in her hands.
Although she didn't say anything, she was grateful for Stephen's company. He made her feel a little less alone.

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Eaton felt the sharp pain and the liquid warmth of his life's blood leaving his body. He look to Ash's face as he held the knife in his chest and heart. The parallelism was not lost upon him, as Ash stepped away to watch him die. Eaton whispered "Thank you." Before he fell to his knees in the growing pool of his blood. Eaton sighed softly at the continued pain of strong muscle flexing around hard steel. Deciding to speed things up, he pulled the knife out and dropped it at Ash's feet, before he fell backwards. He turned his head as the warm light of dawn fell upon him. He watch with glazed eyes, as the sun's rays spread over the herizon. Heralding the start of a new day and the end of his. Eaton's vision started to fade to blackness. He smiled as he eagerly awaited oblivion, he felt nothing as he left his body, in fact, his saw his beloved waiting for him on the other side. He reached out to her, but before they could touch, he was suddenly pulled back and slammed into his body. With a rush of breath, he felt a growing heat start to encompass him, resonating from the mark on his shoulder. Next to follow, was a slight tingling sensation. Eaton looked with shock as the hole in his chest started glowing. It grew in intensity, until it shot out of the deep wound. He watched it knit the flesh back together again in muted horror and gasped at the first pain filled beat of his heart, as it picked up it's life giving rhythm once more. He slowly sat up confused. But winced at the pain in his shoulder. He pulled back the shirt to get a better look at the source of the pain. He watched as the mark, glowed with the same light. As if it had called it forth and was now calling it back to itself. At least he guessed as much, since it was the last thing that to stop glowing. He then moved his shirt to look for the scar the knife had made, but there wasn't one. "What! No! This can't be!" He said with disbelief, as he got to his feet once again. He looked around himself at the blood at his feet. The proof it had happened and that he hadn't imagined it. After a moment, he looked over to Ash with bewilderment evident upon his face, before he fled from him.
(If that's not how you want it to be, I'll change it. ;) )
(Thanks! )


Ash was frozen in place, staring at where Eaton had been. What...? What?! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! "SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE WHAT?! HOW..? WHAT..? I DON'T.. UNDERSTAND."
He knew werewolves could slowly regenerate overtime, but not as quick at that - especially not after being stabbed in the heart with a silver blade.
He looked around, to see if anyone else has witnessed anything, but nobody was there. Then, he pinched himself, making sure it wasn't some sort of deluded dream. "It.. was all... real...?"
A pit formed in his stomach. He couldn't believe it. He didn't know what it meant. He didn't even know what to do. I.. I have to... do something.. I have to find Amber.
As he raced back to the bar, he let thoughts flood his mind. Why did he glow? And why did he say thank you? How is he.. immortal?
 
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"HE SAID WHAT?!" Tara growled. "Right, that's it."
She grabbed Damian's arm and angrily started dragging him. She flung open the door and marched through, heading straight for Alexander's office.

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Freya felt the relief rush over here. Thank the stars.
"I'm glad it's not a curse," Freya laughed nervously. "I never really noticed the mark on your hand before? And the 'Chosen'? I... I really don't get it. Why would I be chosen?"
She had so many questions, but she didn't know how to word half of them.

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( Stephen so kind. ;-; )

Amber didn't react, she just kept her head in her hands.
Although she didn't say anything, she was grateful for Stephen's company. He made her feel a little less alone.

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Ash was frozen in place, staring at where Eaton had been. What...? What?! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! "SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE WHAT?! HOW..? WHAT..? I DON'T.. UNDERSTAND."
He knew werewolves could slowly regenerate overtime, but not as quick at that - especially not after being stabbed in the heart with a silver blade.
He looked around, to see if anyone else has witnessed anything, but nobody was there. Then, he pinched himself, making sure it wasn't some sort of deluded dream. "It.. was all... real...?"
A pit formed in his stomach. He couldn't believe it. He didn't know what it meant. He didn't even know what to do. I.. I have to... do something.. I have to find Amber.
As he raced back to the bar, he let thoughts flood his mind. Why did he glow? And why did he say thank you? How is he.. immortal?


Damian's eyes widened, instantly snapping out of of his gloomy self once Tara started to drag him in the heat of rage.
"W-wait.. w-where are we going?" He asked nervously, already feeling his face begin to sweat from the sudden rush of anxiety.

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"It kind of faded over time, but it's still there." Judith replied, putting her hand back onto her knee.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know the reason behind which kind of people she choses and why.." she added solemnly.

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(Si and you hated him XD)
Stephen backed away and stood up, "We should probably get back to the bar." He said, staring down at Amber.
 
Hunter headed into one of his morning classes that he shared with Damian. Before he headed into his class, he stopped at a vending machine to purchase a energy drink inside the class building. When he inserted the right change, the can fell down from inside the machine. Hunter bent down and stuck his hand through the delivery bin and grabbed his drink. He cracked it open and took a sip; he opened the door to his class and walked in. Looking around, he'd usually see Damian in his seat, studying or just reading a book since he would always come in early, but today, Hunter saw emptiness in Damian's seat. He sighed out of disappointment and took a seat at his usual desk.

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Tate went into the dining hall, seeing that 'breakfast' was being served. Caleb was at one end of the table, where he always sat. But he noticed that the three people he saw in Caleb's office yesterday were seated to the right of him. Tate walked over to his seat, the left of Caleb and sat down.

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Caleb watched as the main butchers filled the table of human remains, sorted by the lower members in the kitchen. He glanced at Tate, as he had his hands folded on the table. Seeming like he was waiting for his arrival.

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Eliza quietly waved her legs playfully as she sat in her seat.
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Nolan sat up straight, not moving or uttering a single word.
 

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