The War for Power (The 2nd Try)

Hello everyone this is a thread I had already started but no one seemed to think to go to the OCC that I had made for my old thread so now I am starting again and the only way that you will be allowed to join is if you ask my permisson.

This thread is about the war for power between the humans, vampires, and lycan (warewolves). Anyone is welcome to join but please note that I do not wish to have to much blood shead and I also do not wish to have the introduction of sex yet. Taybor is pretty much a baby that is learning everything over again and I would like to get the ball rolling before the introduction of killings and sex is brought in. The time frame that we are in is 1935.


Thank You Ever So Much...

NuttybutGood

Introduction of Taybor

Taybor had be an abombmination to her people. Her mother who was to become a priestess gave all of that up to have one night with a vampyre the first of the vampire kind. Because her mother and the vampyre were in love he did not kill or change her. All he did was to meet her in secret and make love to her. Taybor's mother was a very powerful woman and because of this she was able to give birth to Taybor but when the people of her mother's villiage found out what Taybor's mother had done they condimed her to hell. Praying that it would take her evil child with her. But it did not.

Taybor's father had been there. He had taken Taybor before the people had started the ceromony to kill her mother. He promtly left with her in his arms, he took her back to his home. Made sure that all of his people knew that she was his daughter and that nothing bad was to happen to what so ever.

When Taybor turned 24 she stopped aging and with that realized what she was. As did the rest of her fathers people. She was the key to killing all of the misticale creatures that lived all around them. When that knowledge spread Taybor was no longer safe, she and her father knew this so he packed up all of her things and hide her away from everyone and everything so that he could teach her how to use her powers and how to control them.
After 469 years of teaching her he knew that she was ready to face the world again.

And that is were our story begins. With Taybor's rebirth into the world of mistical creatures and humans.

Originally Posted by Narzeth

Along time in the past an evil, Shabby but talented sorceror/scientist was analysing dna and molecule structures and realised that molecules from different organisms and substances could be moulded on to human dna using the immense powers he possesed. He had many subjects and Goaran was one of them.

Goarans DNA had be intruded by oil. He was used to steal and burgle the houses of the city to fund his masters research, he was trying to create the perfect soldier. Goaran assumed the position of theif for a while, he was good at it. His viscous liquid state allowed him to pass through almost any opening and he could munipulate the viscosity of his being in order to hold things or walk and stand and take the shape of a human. though he could assume the form of a human he still looked and felt just as Oil would. For a while he was content until he realised he did not like to be controlled.

That very night He suffocated his creator, sliding his liquid form down into his lungs, drowning him. He let the monstrous beings go and fled the city. He moved silently from town to town, stealing what he could in order to make enough money to find a way to turn himself back. Secretely he knew there was no way back.

Taybor knew not where her father had left her. All she knew was she was in some sort of cave that was about ten miles from a very small town. That was about five years ago. She had not ventured out of that cave like her father had told her to do.

You see Taybor was not like most vampyr that people talk about, her mother was a priestess and the power that her mother had pasted all of her power to Taybor. And with that power it was possible for Taybor to walk out in the sun light with no problems at all. Taybor knew about all of her powers but she did not feel safe to use them. Because before her father left he had warned her that if she were to use her powers to much the hunters would be after her. And that she did not want at all.

Taybor was starting to get very hungry. She knew that she needed blood but she would not kill a human, she just couldn't because every time that she did she got some kind of flash back into that persons life and it was always some sad sad moment and Taybor could not deal with that anymore. If felt like it was her that this moment was happening to and that almost killed her the last time she killed a human.

So Taybor stuck to killing the evil creatures that we hunting her or that were hunting humans. She figured if she did that then there would be less creatures to hunt her when she finally did decide to use her powers and to venture out of her cave. Taybor could and would survive on animals or other things until these bastards would come for her and she knew that they would come for her. They always did.

While Taybor was in her trance of thought. Some traveler was coming closer to her cave. And the closer that they got the more they could sence that someone unnatural was in there. But they were not afraid of the sort of thing. Because they had been used to that sort of thing all of their lives. All of the sudden Taybor realized what was happening outside of her cave and she could sence that this person was not the type that was hunting her. But she had to be careful of them even thought they were almost innocent. So Taybor grabbed her things and moved to the far back of the cave. And waited to see what this new comer would do.

Originally Posted by poohlive

Colstan wasted no time on the sage under his foot. The beaten path had long since grown over, leaving nothing left but the faintest whisp of a trail. This bounded up and down the hill like some senseless animal on an outing for food. It ran up here, down there, almost circling back and then pushing on straight forward before curving once more.

He could almost smell it now, in the air. Dry and musty, like the smell of aged leather. It wasn't the smell of death. He had made that discovery years ago, knowing the stench of death as it crawled its way through his senses, burrowing deeper inside him. No, that smell was unmistakable.

If anything, he would say it was the smell of something death-like. A sweet overscent with something rotten underneath. The way a fruit would smell just as it spoiled on the counter. It still looked good, healthy and edible, but the stench was too sweet, too acidic to be anything more than rotten.

He had made that link a long time ago. They were just like rotten fruit inside. These fallen ones had long since left their human forms and transformed into that of rotten fruit. They were brown and bruised on the inside, slowly decaying, only their outside still made them presentable, still showed them the husk of a human.

He stood on the watery edge of the trail, glancing up at a cave entrance. Something struck him as odd at this. He knew undoubtably that someone was in there. Someone that had fallen and now needed his guidance to go to the other side. He would provide that guidance, yes he would.

But, he didn't understand why the thing inside didn't move. It should know he was here by now, should know that he came to kill it. These beasts were nothing if not vain in their own attempt at survival. He had fought too many of them to know this for a fact. None of them preferred death, or wished for it. Quite the opposite, they thought themselves immortal, even as he gave them the killing blow.

He paused, at the entrance, looking into the pitch darkness inside.

Something urged him to speak, even though every instinct told him not too.

"Hello," He said, a cross outstretched, walking inside the cave, "Who are you?"

She heard the man speak:

"Hello"
"Who are you?"

Taybor would not answer she could not. She was trying to see if she had at first been right about this man. Did he plan on doing her harm or was he looking for someone else.

When he walked into the cave she could tell that he had the power to kill her even thought she was who she was. But she also knew that he could in a way smell her half that was evil. But he would not kill her, even if she had to kill him she would not kill her. That she knew she had to many things to be done and to many vampyr to kill.

So she answered him with the only thing that she could. She soundlessly put down her things and got her body ready for the attack. Taybor crouched down and then flew threw the air right at him. She could tell that he did not expect her to do this move so soon. But thats what she was good at.

As she flew over him she grabbed him a flung him backwards. Taybor came down and then started to say the spell to paralize him for as long as she wished him to be. She was almost done when she was hit by some form of magic or maybe something else. She did not know what it was but she knew she did not like it.

Taybor stood back up and without thinking said the one spell that she knew would but him on his ass and keep him there.

"Eldar Mornara Kapnercas Helnomala"

Once she had said it he was flung across the the hill. Not to nicely either. From the looks of him he was out cold. But she was not going to make the mistake of going close to him. She then said her paralizing spell.

"Tricnarcais Plandovalis Redamoana Unramoca Hietormanas Valimansca Emotalinavina Samonaicalassa FRETOMALIA"

Originally Posted by poohlive

He didn't feel cold, although he should have. He should have been consumed by nothing more than cold and warped wires running around his skin, binding him like living ropes grasping his flesh. His rage stopped that cold though, prevented it from moving any further, and kept it at his surface.

He could not move though, that was an impossibility. Every inch of him just closedin on itself, paralyzing him to no end. He could feel his lungs moving in and out, breathing himself, capturing and collecting the air around him, but nothing else. He could not even blink, his eyes staring at her, glazed in darkness and rage under him.

He could not move though, he was paralyzed, and he could feel that it was her spell, making him stay here with her. Colstan stood there, watching her move closer, desperately trying to get his rebellious body to get off from the spell.

He could not though. He was frozen, heating up under his skin, sweat pouring off him as he watched the vampire move closer. A low growl started in his throat, but could not finish because he could not move his vocal cords enough. Instead, he just stood there...

Waiting.

The Wait can be whats Kills You

Taybor watched as the man fought to free himself and then realize that he could not do so. She took great pride in her abilities as a sorcerous. But she knew that she must ask this man what it was that he would prefer. Death or Join her in her fight.

She walked slowly over to him. Got about an inch away from him and asked her question.

"Sir I will only ask this once and it is your choice. I am about to give you two choices and you my pick which ever one you want. Do you wish to join me in my quest to kill my kind, or do wish to die right here and now? I will also tell you this if you join me there will be no trying to attack me in my sleep. No backing off from a fight so that I my be killed. Because I am a very different vampyr I truly can not die. Not even by your hand. The only one who can kill me is the woman who gave birth to me."

"I will give you time to think this over and which ever you choose just know this that I am not like the other vampyr's I do not kill humans for food, I kill animals because that is what my father thought me to do."

So with that said Taybor sat down in front of him on a small boulder and waited for his answer............................

At this time, the man's apparent travelling partner - or, possibly, a random guy, there was no way to tell - arrived at the camp, at first nonchalant and then rather disconcerted. He seemed very unintimidated - that wasn't the word. The best term was 'morbidly fascinated'. He spoke quietly, with his hand rested on the hilt of his longsword.

"You, milady," he pronounced, "are most assuredly in my camp without my permission!" It wasn't hostile, threatening.. a statement of fact. His thin lips curled into a half-smile; the sweat glistened on his matted brown hair, a remnant of hard work just performed. He was a capable man, very much so, and a kind one by all estimations.

Taybor just looked at him, with a look on her face that said you kind sir are out of place.

"Sir, correct me if I'm wrong. But I do not think that this is your camp. What I do know is that I am in the middle of something very very important."

"If you wish you could take a seat and wait with me until this nice man answers my question. And then I will ask you the same question, and then I will wait for you answer and if you answer it to my liking then you will be more then welcome in this camp."

Once Taybor had finished her little speech. She sat back down on the boulder and waited again for her attacker to answer her question. Then she would ask the same of the newcomer and then she would be able to start her team.

With that Taybor had some new found hope.

"Oh, that's fine," he continued casually. "I don't mind, really, I was just informing you of the fact. Of course, the fact was lie, but I was truly just testing you out." He took a seat on a nearby rock and looked over the scene again, reaching up and brushing his hair back with a sly grin. "If the question involves me ending up like him, I'm going to say 'yes' pre-emptively."

Colstan felt the sweat on his body. It was a warm blanket that suffocated him rather than warmed him. He could feel his skin begin to itch, places which were either ignored or scratched on their own, now forced to be recognized as he stood here, a statue to the world.

She was different, not entirely, but enough for him to know it when he saw it. She had pride, but unlike the others she had a few abilities to back it up. It would be a shame to kill this one, and so soon.

"I was just curious," He said after a moment's time, staring at her, as if he had the power. He did not look like a man confined to a spell.

"You must be scared of something if you wish to confine me soo, if I can not kill you, why do you hinder me? Why not let me try and then laugh at my failures? No, I think not. More than one of your kind has said they can not die, and they have all fallen to my own strengths. I do not feel you are any different, little one."

That was not exactly true. She did have an air about her, almost an aura, If Colstan knew of those things, or believe in them. He did not, though, and so the problem of trust still remained.

"If you are still worried of my attempt at your life, do not be flattered. I was merely curious as I said. My prey is much larger than you. I have been hunting for a good time now, and only interested in who you were, and what you did. My curiosity is satisfied now."

"Do not question my motives for confining you." "The rest I put that spell on you was it gave me the chance to talk to you reasonably."

Taybor knew he thought that he could still kill her or at least he wanted he to think he knew that he could kill her. But the truth was there was only one person who can kill her. Her mother and her mother had long been dead.

"Sir as I have told you before you have two choices to make. So choose wisely. Also I told you that I can not die by your hand. The only way that I can die is for my mother to come back from the dead and say the only spell that can truly kill me. She is the only one besides myself that knows that spell."

"You might be wondering why it is that I have som much power along with being a vampyr. The truth is my father is a vampyr, a true vampyr, and my mother was a sorcerous that gave me power in itself. But then when my birth was happening my mother knew she was going to die and she knew what it was that I was going to become so she cast a spell that makes it to were only she can kill me."

"So, dear sir do you make your choice. Or do I make it for you?"

"You do have a lot of power, I do not doubt that. I never did. I do not search for power myself. I believe in a higher power, as you may know."

He wore a cloak that was deceiving, in a better light it would look different. These are the clothes of a holy man, his robes that help protect him and follow the word of God. For God is the only true way to salvation. He wondered if she knew that, even tried to understand. Perhaps not. His faith was not easy to understand, there are days when it is even difficult for Colstan to follow his own work.

"Yet, I do not think I can join you, for you are one of them, an abomination. A plague upon this earth. I made a vow many years ago to rid human kind from filth such as yourself. I made this oath to God himself, and can not break that promise. If you free me, I will try to kill you, even if I can not. Even if there is no way for me to do it. I am sorry. It is nothing personal. You do seem like a nice girl, and a worthy ally if we were on the same side. But, I can not put aside my faith for a girl I found in a cave. I hope you understand. The decision remains yours, as it has always been."

Having listened thus far, the noble had be interested..

"Yet, I do not think I can join you, for you are one of them, an abomination. A plague upon this earth. I made a vow many years ago to rid human kind from filth such as yourself. I made this oath to God himself, and can not break that promise."

..until those words passed. It was all he could do to stay himself, to restrain from cutting the man down then and there. He did, however, stand, and give his own discourse when the speech was over.

"You are assuredly pious," he began smoothly, "and assuredly tenfold more a fool for it. Your blind faith likewise blinds your reason; your sheepish following of a scrabbled collection of words strikes forth a path of ignorance and self-deceit. If you refuse to listen to the lady's cause merely because of her state, then you are a fool of the utmost. Do you know nothing of humanity? Does she not live, does she not breathe?!" He was enraged, breathing hard, red-faced, white-knuckled, an altogether odd-looking picture.

"You do not deserve to live, worm! It is my dire wish that she cut you down this very moment, and only my respect for others stays my hand from doing so myself!" A deep breath, a skyward glance, and again he sat. "...Carry on."

After the warrior had made his speech to the priest. Taybor thought that the young man that had defended her was very sweet and would make an excellent ally. But her main concern would have to be the priest. Because if she let him go she was sure to have one hell of a fight on her hands. And she really didn't want to have to kill a man of the cloth.

So Taybor stood up from the boulder that she was sitting on and said "Well priest, you have made your decision and I have to respect that but I do not have to let you go here so that you can try and kill me."

She knew that he was thinking about were would she send him. So she answered it for him. "You will not be let loose here. I will do a bit of magic and release you some place far far away from me. Once you are there I will set you free from the paralyzation. But not until then. So brace yourself for quite the movement."

Once she had finished her speech, she started to hum and focus on the spell she was about to preform.

"Detarnapus Epdarnicas Wimpoticalama Tirnamicalaus Pipnamolanamud Fifitole Micanafalamas Sisno Transparta"

Once she was finished she snapped her fingers and he was gone. She turned and looked at the warrior and asked. "Kind warrior I adk you now what is your name and would you like to join me in my little quest to rid the world of the evil of my kind." "If you choose to become a part of my team then I only ask this of you. Please do not try at anytime to be the hero to save my life. I can take care of my self. I have been doing so for many many years."

"So do you join me or do you leave me?"

Once that was said she waited for him to answer her with baited breath.

There was a pile of dust, followed by the grunt of a man just falling to the ground, or perhaps being thrown. Colstan did not know, he wasn't sure if his muscles just weakened at the moment of impact from being frozen for so long, or if he had rather just been hurled and now landed awkwardly into the cold desert floor below.

He sat up, wiping the small sand from his robes, and bit his lower lip. It did not matter. It never mattered in the end. His job had been clear to him from the beginning, and she would be no different. She could think so, but that is all.

A small drink of water from his waterskin. He had it hidden among his robes, along with other things. They were all part of his faith, except for the sword, but even that was a remnant from the ancient wars, the crusades that plagues his countries so many years before.

Colstand stood up, dusted himself off, smiled and then sniffed the air. He had her scent now. It was undead, but it was also sweet. The sweetness of power, the one she contained within herself. Sweetdeath, what a different smell, unique to the world. He liked it, Sweetdeath. Such a perfect name for her.

He started back on the trail, back across the desert, trailing her once more.

He blinked, not flinching or anything like that. "Well, yes, absolutely so. You seem nice, and you have to contend with ignorant bastards like that man, so... the least I can do is lend a hand." He stood up and extended his hand towards her, his eyes glittering a tad with ill-concealed excitement.

"Of course I have no need of heroism. But I would ask, of course, that you spare me the same favor; I myself am perfectly capable."

"Well warrior I am grateful that you will help me but I still do not know the name that goes with the kindness that you posses and that face that has by all means turned me on."

Taybor knew that she should not have said the last part but she could not resist saying it to him. Because she had seen the excitement in his eyes but she did not know if it was the excitement of killing her kind or being close to her.

"I have no doubt that you are perfectly capable of protecting yourself. But my only concern is do you know what it is that we will be fighting for and be fighting against?"

She did not want him to go into this fight blind, because she would not have his death on her hands expecially if he did not really know what he was fighting against.

So Taybor waited for him to answer her questions. So that she could know his name, and if he was sure he wanted to join her. After she found all of this out she would find out if he knew how to fight against her kind and if he did not she would teach him. If he would let her she would teach him many many things.

"Well," he began, nonchalant flipping a few dislodged auburn strands behind his ear, "I imagine I'm fighting for the purpose of assisting you to kill 'your kind'. From that, and the reactions of the God-fool, I can assume that you are some so-called 'abomination'; from looking at you, I would guess.. a vampire?" He let the suggestion hang a moment before he continued, confident.

He took a step to the side, keeping the same distance but rotating around her. "My name is Roan Acelius," he said, with a little bow. "Lord Acelius, if you have a taste for the noble tongues, which I don't. I'm a wanderer, a vagabond you might say.." He laughed a bit at this. The Lost Noble, he was called in some circles. That Bastard in others. "But I make it a point not to judge by race, even if that race happens to be undead and blood-sucking."

He scoffed. "Besides, you're not bad-looking and I don't think you can resist me either way."

"Yes, we will be fighting against vampires. And yes I am one myself but I am not just a vampire I am a vampyr which is a very different thing. I do not have to drink blood I can drink other body fluids and live off of them."

"I care not what you have been or what you are. I am not one that can judge people by what they have or have not done with there lives."

Taybor knew he thought that she could not resist him. That was something she would have to make him rethink that point. But she did want to teach him not only how to fight but how to truly pleasure a woman, human or vampire, because that was her kinds weakness was pleasure expecially the females.

"Well you might think that I can not resist you, but the truth is if I want to I can. But you on the other hand when I want you. You will not be able to resist me. So just remember that fact."

"Now lets get some sleep. I need to refuel, as do you because tomorrow will be a very long day. Because you are going to learn every way to kill or fight off my kind."

Taybor would have fun teaching him how to pleasure the females of her kind. But it would be even more fun taking him over the edge. That was the part of sex that she enjoyed the most.

"Good night, Roan."

He laughed as she lectured him. Obviously, she had no concept of what he was, either. Nonetheless, he smiled and nodded amiably as she explained about herself, her history, her goals, and stated the next day's plan. Seemed good enough, he thought, so he agreed: "Lovely. I'm looking forward to it." He paused a moment and added something more, teasing. "All of it."

With that, he stretched and scabbled together a sleeping arrangement, not bothering to undress beyond some outer sashes and other loose pieces of fabric adorning his well-woven garb. He stretched before settling down between a coarse travel blanket and softer resting pad, and was quickly asleep.

Taybor awoke like she always did. Horny and ready for a fight. But once she got her bearings she was able to surpress the need for sex and for fight. She got out of her make shift bed and started to walk around the cave to stretch her muscles.

She had forgotten that at night once she was in bed she stripped naked. "Well I just hope Roan does not have a problem with it. Cause its going to happen alot."

Taybor started to debate weither to wake Roan up or not, she knew that they should get an early start but she also knew that it was going to be a long a trying day. Because he had so much to learn. So the nicer, sweeter side won out and was going to let Roan sleep.

But she had to check on him first just to be sure he would be ready when she woke him up. Once Taybor got over to his bed she realized that he already was awake and probably had been the whole time she walked around the cave. Well she could not be upset about it. So he got to look at her body before she was ready for him to have it.

It would be better for him flesh to flesh. This is knew with all her being.......

He smiled up at her, having slept only a few hours - he needed no more. "Hello, there, milady," he said playfully, sitting up and wriggling out from underneath the heavy wool blanket. "Are we going to get right to work, or will there be some period of rest and.. play.. beforehand?" Yet another sly inference, but not followed upon.

He stood and stretched, apparently having slept in his fine clothing and having it no worse for wear (strangly enough). "I am very anxious," he said carefully, "to learn all you have to teach, milady. I think I shall enjoy every bit of it."

"Oh you shall Roan"
"I will make damn sure of that"

Taybor moved out of the cave into the daylight. She expected Roan to follow. But when she turned around she saw him still in the cave with an astonished look on his face.

"What? Did you think I would burn up in the sunlight?" "That my dear Roan will not happen to me because I am the child of a pure blood. Which means that I can walk in the sun like my father and his siblings but everyone else that is a vampire can not."

"I will explain all of this at a later time and date. But we need to get to teaching you how to first fight and kill the males of my species."

With that Taybor snapped her fingers and she was clothed in skin tight pants and shirt. Looking very sexy but at the same time ready for a fight. Which was the way she always looked like when she was fighting.

Once Roan walked out of the cave she hit him with a swift kick in the stomach. Then flipped him on his back and had her mouth at his neck ready to bit in about a total of 1 minute.

"That my dear Roan is what the males will do to you. They are swift and do not ask questions before they attack. They also hit first and hard and do not stop hitting until their attacker is dead. So when ever you know there to be vampires around always stay on your toes. Because even if it is a female they will have you stripped naked and will be ridding you and bitting you at the same time."

"So its time to get up and talk about the tactics that you will need to learn."

With that said Taybor stood up and pulled Roan with her. She then walked them over to the bolder from last night and began to tell him what it was he needed to be prepared for in a fight with her kind.