Dynasties of Madness (A New sort of Vampire RP)

[jak12]

Toby watched Robin before his eyes flicking toward Nel before back toward Robin.

"Make sure she doesn't leave...and have a few limbs if you'd like," he instructed Mit quietly as he glared toward Robin still. "This isn't a fight. It's called a slaughter. You're outnumbered you lunatic, and I'd tell you just to get lost but I have to repay you for what you did to Mit," he hissed quickly as he glared toward the Wraith.

[vitaminheart]

Nel raised an eyebrow as she watched.
Castle?
That guy was completely and utterly batty. Still a horse might come in handy. She turned and made her way over towards the animal, with the intent of going to look for the nearest human settlement.

The ferin yelped at the kick, grasping it ribs with one hand and reachign around blindly with another, trying to work out what on earth was going on and why it had received such a savage and unneccessary beating.

"What are you doing?" the bone-eater gasped.

[foxx]

Charles chuckled, it was deep and completely amused as Summer was set to get the human girl, but then of course a horrid screech speared through her when a small, child-like Hirudos sped past her and after Robin Hood's sense of misplaced interest, hands extended again and covered in blood -human blood- Annabelle's eyes still burning and swirled with the sense of thirst, hunger, blood lust and rage. Venom and assorted saliva tricked from her quirked lips as she neared the human girl, determined to slay her and bathe in her sweet, vital blood.

Summer reacted in time to catch the bottle thrown to her, blood sloshed around in the plastic container and she inspected it closely by twirling it around her nimble fingers.
"Er, thanks?" She mumbled, gesturing to Charles with her head- noting him to capture their rampaging charge. "Stop Annabelle before she gets herself killed this night.." Her musical voice drifted off when she glanced down to the Ferin, a smirk graced her full lips. "Wrong place at the wrong time buddy." She mumbled.

[PhantomWolf]

Emerson sighed from his position on the tombstone he had been sitting on. The bones of a crow’s wing were sitting in front of him, as he’d just recently come home from hunting for more than human bones. They got dissatisfying after a while. The Ferin growled low, his catcher’s crouch posed to spring, and being a Ferin, not one willing to normally fight, but a very agile bloodline, he could land over the heads of all of these vampires that had just burst into is home. Dark black hair falling into his face and to his shoulders, a grey complexion, and golden brown eyes, this vampire had a menacing look to him. Standing at 6’5’’, and with the build he had had when he was playing football in his human years, the 22 year old looking vampire called to the others, not moving from his posed position.

“W’at the ‘ELL do you think you’re doing in my ‘OME!”

His long black trench coat was settled around the tombstone he had on, his black leather pants and black boots, covered his legs. He didn’t have anything more on his torso but his coat, so it showed off his black toxic symbol tattoo he’d been stupid enough to get as a human. Now that it had been so long ago, he couldn’t remember why he’d gotten it in the first place… something about a girl was it? Not that it mattered now, she was probably dead and gone.

“Coming in ‘ere and attacking my neig’bor, what the ‘ell ‘e do to you? You ‘ ‘igher bloodlines’ look down on us? W’en you’re the ones causing all the trouble? Damn if I let one of yous take this place as well.”

He knew he was probably pissing most of them off, but it was a small chance he hoped the human would take, to get away. After all, he really didn’t understand the point in hunting them. After all, despite the other bloodlines producing more food for his, normal human death did so as well. So, driving the human race to extinction only killed the other vampires off quicker, no skin off his back. At least, wasn’t that the human’s saying? Anyways, he waiting, not looking up from the group in front of him.

[Mennis Aisling]

Robin grinned at the vampiress and watched as Nel tried to make her escape. He turned as Emerson spoke and his expression lightened immediately. It was as if he forgot all about his imminent doom. "Richard!" he exclaimed, running to the Ferin, ignoring the first one. "I thought you were gone on the crusades!" He hugged the vampire firmly, still beaming. "Boy, have I got news for you. John's run a muck, starving the poor and whatnot..." He shielded his hand as he pointed to Toby. "And I think he's up a little past his bedtime, anyways."

Mit chased after Nel, but she was significantly limping and was a great deal slower. The pain she was used to, but her kneecaps crunched as she tried to run, implying that they may be broken. She roared in frustration, drool dripping from her multiple sets of fangs. She was ready to eat, now, both to heal and to relieve her frustration.

[jak12]

Toby blinked a couple of times, it taking a second for him to process exactly what it was that Robin had called him before shaking his head.

"I don't have a damn bedtime and my name ain't John!" Toby snapped quickly. This guy had to have more then a few screws loose. He finally decided this. He thought all this was a fairy tale. A fairy tale of all things! They were vampires , and Toby couldn't even think of a fairy tale that involved nice and good vampires. So what in the hell did this one have in his head that made him think this way? Toby was tempted to knock him in the head to figure it out.

[PhantomWolf]

(( Not sure if I'm allowed to post yet, but if not, I'll delete it... ))

Emerson blinked when the Wraith… hugged him? What the hell was wrong with this vamp? And why the hell was he calling him Richard? Who the hell were all these vampires? And… were they all this loony?

“Mate,” he said trying to push the Wraith off of him. “Um… mate, I’m not Ric’ard, and I ‘ave no idea w’at you’re talking about wit’ t’ese Crusades.”

At this point Emerson turned golden brown eyes on the other vampires. His questioning look asking exactly what he’d been mauling over the entire time. What was wrong with this Wraith? And why was he hugging him. Emerson pushed a little harder to try and escape from the Wraith’s grip, never looking over at the human but once to make sure that the Cruor wasn’t gaining on her. Then again, that Hirudos might prove to be a problem, unless the Ictus’ could handle or stop her.

“Seriously mate, get t’e ‘ell off me. You ‘it your ‘ead as a ‘uman or somet’ing?”

Emerson sighed. He really didn’t want to start something, but this was getting ridiculous. He hadn’t planned on coming home to a group of vampires al hunting the same human, which he honestly didn’t see why they felt the need to, and then getting hugged by a Wraith calling him Richard and a Vesper John. Were these ‘higher bloodlines’ ever sane?

[vitaminheart]

Nel crept away into the cracked undergrowth looking for the horse, and fishing cracked pastic compass from the pocket of her coat.
Supposedly there was human settlement within a town a few miles to the northwest. Maybe they'd let her stay there of she could make it.

Ignoring the pain in her hands and lip, the human began to walk in that direction. She wasn't going to waste too much time looking for the horse. The more distance she could put between her and the vampires...the better.

[foxx]

There wasn't much to save and give here, the three could easily slip away into the shadows and pursue the human. While Annabelle growled rather furiously at Charles, Summer had made the motion to twist the top of the given bottle off and nearly shoved the contents into the Hirudos's greedy throat.

The exchange didn't last too long; Summer took it upon herself to strengthen her own self as she took a few sips once Annabelle had been -temporarily- quenched. The rest was left to Charles who disposed of the plastic by crunching it within his powerful palms. The wraith fellow was still crazy to them and peculiar but he was distracting the newly appearing Ferin and Vesper: it all planned out.
That left them to simply head off, quietly at that, Annabelle hushed her foot falls as Summer and Charles proceeded to don for the cloaks once again and sped on after her.

Time to get that human female.