Dark Isle 2

[Quiet_Cool]

OOC: anyone's welcome in tis one, just check out the OOC/casting call (casting call: DI-2 or DI-3) first and post your character, and try to stick to our guidlines, no overly powerful characters.


IC: He watched the town from far away, holding his side tightly and hoping the blood wouldn't spill too much before he reached the houses ahead. THe man listened to the sounds around him, hoping he'd hear silence.
TO his satisfaction, he did. He hopped down from the tree, landing on the groudn with a thud, then started toward the houses, trying to move quietly and quickly, but finding it hard with his side bleeding as it did and his right leg injured from the creatures claws.
The houses moved rapidly closer to him as he panted and half-ran, hoping to get within the town's limits before the beasts spotted him.
As he came within thirty yards of the town's edge, he heard their feet pounding on the ground behind him.
They're too fast, he thought. I'll never make it.
He continued on anyway, hoping the werewolves wouldn't reach him before he found the town's limits.
As he came just between the nearest of the two buildings, one pounced him from behind, sinking its teeth into his right shoulder, its weight forcing him onto his chest. He was nearly knocked unconscious from the force of his body hitting the hard dirt.
It withdrew its teeth, raising its head into the air and howling before it went to drive its head down one last time.
But before it could land its final blow, a loud thunderous sound broke across the silent night air, and the beast yelped loudly in pain.
Shotgun, he thought, I'm almost certain that was...
He lay there bleeding profusely from his new wound, and lost consciousness.

OOC: This guy will be someone, but I'm not sure what I'll do with him. I'll post his character when I figure it out. I'm hoping this will be a good start that everyone who wants to can build off of...

 

[PmTick]

Theo stepped onto the beach his brother walked on so long ago. Lucas had left Africa after being accused of stealing some kind of special stake from the national treasury. After talking to the authorities, Theo had made a deal with them that if Lucas returns the stake, he will serve only 3 years in jail as opposed to the 15 years he would normally get.

Spying a village not far away, Theo began to formulate his plan of action, "First thing I should do is find a church and talk to the brothers to see if I can get a room for my stay. Maybe I can get a map from them too. Then I will go into the village and just ask around. Christ Luke, what have you been doing here?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Rueben

I stretched, my side aching. The man had gotten away, but it would be no matter. We would find someone else to feed on. In the meantime, I needed to rest. The shotgun blast had struck me near my left ribcage, a superficial wound, but still one that would need time to heal. I would find the men of that village again, and take this injury out of their hides.
"I smell something," Diedric said, raising his head and snifing at the air.
"It's just the human stench, coming from the city," I returned.
"No, it's something...stronger, more distinct."
"I think I smell blood..." the voice floated down from above, poetic, almost as if he intended to sing the words.
I looked up to see Volmorth sitting in the limbs above, his long blonde hair hanging down over either side of his head, his pale blue eyes seeming to shine through the darkness. I lowered onto my haunches, unsure if a fight would ensue. The self-proclaimed Prince was not alone, though how many were with him I couldn't see. One to either side I was sure, but more could have waited in the shadows up there.
Our six would not intimidate him regardless, so his behavior was no sign of anything.
He glanced to the shadowy figure to his left and said. "I do believe he's injured...such a pity isn't it?"

OOC: I figured, if some else wants to be a vampire of the more evil sort, here's a good chance to introduce them...and yes, that's the old Prince, but he'll be in the background much more in this one.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

The man in town

He stirred, the world around him suddenly rushing back to him. He was laying in a bed, covered to his neck with warm blankets. He raised his head, which began to spin as he did so, then lay it back down again.
"Settle," a female voice said, "Rest."
He listened, letting himself doze off again. As he fell back into sleep, he felt a damp cloth pat his forehead and heard her voice say, "Rest up...you'll need your strength."

OOC: here's a chance for some human characters to jump in...

 

[PmTick]

Theo walked into a small chapel, nestled into a forest not far from the village. It was dark, lit only by candles, and smelled of incense. A small gray haired man appeared from behind the altar, "I am Father Johnathan, may I help you Sir?" "Yes Father, I'm from Sacred Heart in Johannesburg and I come seeking room and bored while staying here." "Well I can offer you a room but only if you're willing to help out." "I'd love to help you with mass sir." "I appreciate that..." "Theo" "Theo, I appreaciate you offering to help with mass but that's not what I need you to do. Come follow me." Theo followed the man to the back of the chruch where he removed a tapestry to reveal a staircase leading to a dirt basement.

"We dug this basement about six months ago to keep us humans safe." "Safe from what?" "Are you kidding?" "No" "The vampires and the were-creatures regard the village as their dinner platter, allowing us to reporduce only to quench their satanic hunger. So we built this refuge to keep a few of us safe from both sides." Theo realized at that moment he would half to remain in human form most of the time or he wouldn't have a place to stay. He certainly could not change forms when around the church and would have to keep his intentions a secret.

"So what brings you here Theo?" "I am training to become a priest and there are no positions opened in all of Africa so I figured I would train here under a professional such as yourself." "Well I can't promise you that I can give you a job, but your certainly welcome to train under me." "Thank you so much father so what exactly do you need me to do here?" "Well you need to make sure that we have enough food to feed the population at all times, make the beds, watch the children, pretty much what you would do at a shelter." "Alright father I'll get started right away." "Good my son, and remember if you see any of the vampires or were-beasts skulking around here, warn another human immediatly."

 

[poohlive]

The gun was aimed down, at the ground. It was cocked, and fully loaded. The trigger had been filed down sharply, so that the slightest twitch would set this puppy off. The skin of his finger was sliding back and forth against it.
"Come on out, come out you sons of bitches."
Blood was riding down his arm, dropping down to the ground. It left a trail through the forest he walked through. The tall heavy set man was favoring his right led, and a gash could be seen running across it. The pants shred, blood stained on it.
"I wanna see you bleed!!"
John simply stared, wide eyed, at the foolish man. He could see sweat pouring down his entire face. He must have been running for some time now. They hadn't quite gotten him, oh god, what was left.
He ran out, standing in front of the man, raising his arms up to catch him. The man looked like he was about to fall any minute.
"What... what's wrong?"
He waved the gun menacingly back and forth, deterring John to get out of the way.
"Fuck you, I gotta score to settle."
Behind the man, something growled. John didn't want to wait to see what it was.
"Listen, old man. We gotta get going, right now. Their close, their really close."
He spun quickly, pulling the gun to the forest behind him. As he did, he slipped, but shot anyway. The noise was simply ear shattering. John caught the man, his ears ringing.
"I got one, I did."
John took the gun from the man's hand, putting it into his pocket. He then put his head under the man's shoulder, and pisked him back up to a standing position.
They made their way slowly back to his small shack. It was a little place outside of the city, but most monsters didn't go near it. Mostly since the shack wasn't where he spent his nights, it was in the underground shelter beneath it.
He closed the door, knowing full where there were at least two of them out there now. He still didn't know if it was vampires or wolves, but at this point he didn't care. He needed to get this man to safety.
Something more than crawling, but not quite walking, they made their way to the entrance. An 8 foot drop into a nice comfy shelter. Some egotistical person put this in here, hoping to survive world war 3.
Thank god for paranoid people.
He opened the hatch.
"Go on, just one step at a time," the man's hands were shaking, but he began the descent. John clutched at one of his guns, looking back at the front door. The knob turned sligthly, and then back the other way.
Something pushed roughly against it.
He stepped down, holding the hatch up so it would close right behind him.
The door was pushed inwardly again, this time harder. Wood splintered.
He closed the hatch, sealing it off. He heard a soft thud behind it. It didn't matter if they were in now, they were safe.
John shook his head, wiping the sweat from his brow. What a way to start out the night.
"What in the hell were you doing?"
The man was sitting on one of the benches, clutching his arm in pain. John looked at him, not sure what to do to help.
"What's your name, hello?"
Then he saw it, fur was beginning to grow on his arm. He stared at it, unbelievably, not quite sure what to make of it.
"So, it was wolves, wasn't it."
He moved up to the man, muttering an apology.
A dull gunshot was heard.

 

[nightray]

Shadow claw

I move out in to the clearing in front of the littil hut where that interfering human took my meal. I lope up to the door changing in to the half form slam in to the door casing it to splinter in ward. I sniff the air as I move in coshisly I fallow the sent to a spot on the floor. I growl digging my claws in to the wood ripping it away easily reveling a large steal trap door. I hear a dull thud as if some one shot a gun. I slam my ferry fist in to the door hard leaving a small dent in it. I growl passing around the door for a wile before giving up and loping out in to the darkness in search of easer pray.

I catch the sent of a dear I to my self think not as good as human but it shall have to do. I shift back to the full wolf and I lope after the smell tracking the soon to be dead dear. I com to a clearing sing three dear grazing a buck and dough with a faun. I grin inwardly that buck will make nice meal. I stay in the shadows making shear the wind dos not give my sent away. As soon as I’m closinuf I spring out of the shadows seeming to appear out of knower. The dear freeze in frit for a second then they takes off the buck and dough going seaport ways. I tear of after the buck quickly over taking hem. I lung forward my jaws snapping ham string hem sending hem stumbling in to the ground. I dart in ripping his throat out. I sit on my honchos throwing my head back howling a cry of victory.

 

[crysede]

Teril:
Teril looked up from the beds she was making at the sound of Father Johnathan talking, the voice of the other man was unfamiliar to her: perhaps another wanderer like her, forced to seek shelter from the fiends that roamed this land?

She herself had shown up at the church three months before after a town's man had found her lying in the woods: her body deathly pale, showing evidence of being partially drained of blood, and her bare feet and legs bearing numerous cuts and bruises as silent witnesses to a long flight from somewhere (or something). Given her state when she'd first arrived, Father Johnathan often remark that it was down right miraculous that she had, in fact, survived. However, she had not escaped her ordeal entirely unscathed - she had lost all memory of what had taken place prior to waking up in the church one morning, and finding the old man's smiling face looking down on her.

She had worked with Father Johnathan ever since, some four months now: helping him look after the townsfolk and any others who needed aid. No memories had ever come back about her time before joining him, but the lack of memory had ceased to bother her: she had created a life for herself here now.

The injured man occupying one of the beds stirred, appearing to try to stand. "Shhh," she scolded him softly, "you are too weak to be moving about, you must rest in order gain your strength back." He had been brought to the church just recently, rescued from werewolves by one of the locals, who then brought the injured man to the Father.

The man appeared to have fallen back asleep, so Teril decided it would be safe enough to leave him for the moment. Full of curiosity, she made her way upstairs to see who the guest was: unexpected strangers were not all that common an occurrence, seeing as the vampires and were-creatures made traveling rather dangerous for humans.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Reuben

"It is..." Volmorth's partner said calmly, looking down at us. I waited, not wanting a confrontation regardless of their numbers. Someone would be killed, and many if not all injured in the mix. The risks were too high, especially when the night's trip had been intended as a hunt only.
"Well, given his recent...weaknesses," Volmorth began, and I could feel a smile behind that last word, "weaknesses" as though it were a blessing to him to see others hurt. "I suppose we should simply go about our way."
With that, he stepped from the limb he stood on, falling down and landing among us, right in the center, his two companions landing to either side with equal grace, all appearing as though they'd hardly fallen more than a few feet.
"Another time, Reuben," Volmorth said, walkig casually away.
We watched until he was nearly out of sight, his two following him closely, then Diedric turned to me.
"To kill him..." Diedric began.
"Think nothing of it. It might mean a war, blessing that his death might be." I replied. "Let's return to the others, hopefulloy, we'll find something else to hunt along the way."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

The man from town, in the church...

"Shhh," the girl scolded. He hadn't even seen her until she'd made that sound. "You are too weak to be moving about, you must rest in order to gain your strength back."
He lay back, settling down against the bed again. He was getting too comfortable. He'd always been on the run, and he'd been here, idle, for far too long. He was getting restless, ragardless of his condition.
And what the girl didn't seem to realize was that he wasn't all that weak, and his strength was already returning, at a phenomenal rate in his experience, in spite of his constant state of exhaustion. He could easily have stood up and danced for a few minutes before laying down and falling asleep again.
Oh, well, he thought, laying back and letting sleep take him yet again. Soon, she'll see, and I'll be on my way again to Rockwell.

 

[PmTick]

Theo

Theo walked down the stairs with a bowl of chicken broth, the stranger was too weak to move so he volunteered to feed him. Sitting next to the man's bed he spooned some of the soup into the man's mouth.

Theo began to sense something else was wrong with the man. How could he be sure without revealing his secret? "Has anyone gotten this man's lifesign's yet? We should keep a chart to see how he is progressing."

 

[crysede]

Teril:
On her way up the stairs, she nearly ran into the man on his way down: thankfully she stopped in time, and none of the soup he was carrying was spilled.

Taking a seat on the bed across from him, Teril looked at the newcomer with curiosity, "His pulse and breathing are fine, we have no equipment to measure anything else here. You could make a chart of those I suppose, though I doubt they will change much beyond what one would expect. I am called Teril." She paused, waiting for some response, but he did not seem particularly interested in talking. Still, she was not about to give up that easily, "Where are you from? And, if you don't mind my asking, how did you come to be here? Are you a friend of Father Johnathan's?"

 

[PmTick]

Theo had to think of a story fast, it had to be consistent with what he told Father Jonathan. "I am Theo, I hail from Africa where I am training to become a priest. I was sent here to apprentice under Father Jonathan but I had no idea any of this was going on." He ran his hair through his short black hair as he looked at Teril. "So what's your story?"

 

[crysede]

Teril:
She smiled cautiously at him, "Good to meet you Theo. I don't know much of my story, the Father saved me when I was injured, and I have been here with him since. Teril is the name he gave me." Shrugging, she added "I guess I must have been attacked by vampires, that's what Father Johnathan says anyway, but I don't remember any of it. Did you really not know about the vampires and were-creatures?" She leaned forward on the bed as she talked with him, her questioning gaze fixed upon his eyes intently, "It seems strange to think that there are those who truly do not know of such horrors. Are there no such things as vampires in Africa then?"

 

[PmTick]

Theo felt a bit nervous but was composed enough to show it. "Yes but we have learned to live in peace with one another, not like here where apparently we have to hide in the shadows from the were-beasts and vampires. Has it alwasy been like this?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

The man in the bed

They were bantering over him, about nothing mostly. He lay there, half-asleep, but hearing everything, while within his mind, other thoughts moved almost without his noticing...they weren't thoughts he understood, or things he could explain, but he did recognize one thing, something that hadn't changed, not entirely anyway.
He opened his eyes, smelling the soup the man held.
He was hungry.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Enter...Javen

Morning was coming, but night had an hour left to breath easy in. I sat in the limbs of the tree, looking down at the church. The small structure sat in the woods, as though hidden. I could smell my way to it, though, as most of us could were we close enough to it.
I'd followed the Priest here, carrying the girl...
I shook my head. I didn't want to think about it. What I'd done to her. If only I'd known..who she was...well, not who she was but...
I closed my eyes, thinking back to when I was first made. My "mother" had looked over me like no human being ever had. Funny, when you think about it, how we can be so much more human than those who despise us for not being just that.
Jade had taught me many things, but nothing more important than compassion.
That was why I hadn't told the others of this place. They'd have killed every human before daybreak. I couldn't have that, not with her inside.
I thought about the girl, about leaving her as I did, then I felt ashamed. I should have ended it, or made her one of us. Now, who could know what would happen to her?
She might have been dead already. I settled back, knowing that I had to leave soon, but perchance she would come out, and Id get a glimpse of her, just enough to let me know she was still alive.
Afterall, i did have an eternity to wait...

 

[crysede]

Teril:
Has it always been like this?

She thought for a moment before answering his question, "I am not sure, it has certainly been like this for a long time. Do people really live with vampires and were-beasts where you're from?" Her tone of voice expressed her incredulity at such an outlandish idea.

As she was speaking she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, looking down she was startled to see the injured man awake again, looking hungrily at the bowl of soup in Theo's hands. "I am sorry, I'm keeping you from your work Theo. I'll go tell Father Jonathan that his patient appears to be feeling stronger already, that will please him."

After informing the Father of the good news, Teril walked to the front of the church, passing through the main door. There was something about the velvet darkness of night that drew her, it seemed strangely familiar, like a lost love; yet at the same time terrifyingly foreign. She stepped just outside the circle of light surrounding the church, and once again the inky blackness whispered seductively to her soul. Everything she had learned from Father Jonathan told her that the night was evil, but how could something so sinister be so beautiful? She shivered uneasily, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.

She was being foolish, she scolded herself, imagining something to exist where in reality there was only shadow. Shaking her head, she forced her gaze away from the forest and back to the church, feelings of relief and of loss mingling within her as she re-entered the building's cheerful warmth.

 

[PmTick]

Theo bid Teril goodbye as the stranger awoke. "Sorry if I kept you waiting, here eat up." He began feeding the man the broth. While spooning more of the soup he spoke, " I am Theo, what is your name?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Javen

I was about to leave whe she came out, her figure seeming to blend in with the surroundings, while still she stood out. I watched the girl, remaining perfectly still, as she looked around in the darkness. For a moment, I thought she saw me, her eyes appearing to be searching through the darkness for something.
Odd, I thought, how she seems to feel the darkness. Instinct? I wondered.
When she returned inside, I hurried from the limbs, hopping from one to another until I was closer to the ground, then just letting mself fall, landing on my feet like a cat and hurrying away toward shelter.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

The man in the church

He was eating the soup, slurping it down almost as fast as Theo could give it to him, but he felt no better, no more satiated.
"My name is Darryl," he replied, when he'd finished the bowl of soup. His stomach had actually began to growl while he ate, but now felt full. Still, he wanted more.
He decided it best not to ask, though. They'd been so very kind thus far, and seeming demanding, when he wasn't helping them in any way, would be far more selfish than he intended to be.
"I am very grateful that you have helped me," he told the man, "When I am well, as I soon hope to be, I will do whatever necessary to return the favor."

 

[PmTick]

Theo

"Your welcome Darryl." Theo looked around, making sure no one was in earshot, " Actually if you want to do something for me, can you tell me if you've ever seen any of the where beasts? A panther man perhaps? Or a bald black man dressed in leather, goes by the name of Lucas?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Darryl (the man in the church)

The mentioned the werebeasts, and the memory of what had happened to him came surging back. He pushed with his feet, driving himself upward, his heartrate suddenly jumping to twice its normal pace.
"WHat...what would...?" He couldn't even talk., couldn't find words that would do him any justice. Was this man looking for them, as in trying to find them?
"Hey...Help!" He shouted.

 

[PmTick]

Theo's jaw dropped as the man started getting hysterical. He tried to hold Daryl down, so he didn't fall out of the bed and crack his head open. "Teril, I need your help!! Daryl is going nuts!"

 

[crysede]

Teril:
Hearing Theo's call she hurried downstairs, doing her best to help him hold the man still while speaking soothingly to him in an effort to calm him, "It's all right, there's nothing here that will hurt you, please you must try and lie still or you'll open your wounds again." He quieted a little but still looked distraught.

She thought at first he must be suffering from the delirium of a sudden fever, but placing a hand on his brow showed a normal temperature. Casting a confused glance at Theo she asked "Did he say anything about why he was upset?" She whispered her question, so as to try and avoid setting the man off again.