Werewolf on the prowl

Should I restart my old threads such as this one

  • No, it's bad idea.

    Votes: 1 7.7%
  • No, it's old idea.

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Yes, it lets new people get involved.

    Votes: 5 38.5%
  • Maybe, but only if the old thread is really old.

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Only if you got no responses the first time.

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Only if it suffered an untimely death.

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Only if it is less than two pages.

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • No, you should make the new thread a sequel.

    Votes: 1 7.7%
  • No, it will encourage others to constantly use same idea

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Sure, why not?

    Votes: 6 46.2%

  • Total voters
    13
  • Poll closed .

intriguess

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OOC I'm redoing an old favorite

IC:

The moon was rising, it would be full in 10 days. I had the kind of grace that comes from running, and athletic build to go with it. Like most of myths I had heightened senses, quick reflexes, as well as faster healing. I was on the prowl, not for human blood, that myth was wrong. I ate like any other being though I had a rapid metabolism and ate several times a day. I was hunting for someone to run with. Wolves were not meant to run alone, they were pack animals. They were one of the few mammals that mated for life. I had left my pack in search of a mate. My stomach growled and I could feel the hair on back of neck rise. I had morals and I cursed them under my breath as I approached the dark alley spying on the ugly scene. Two men were ganging up on what appeared to be a young well built man. I stayed in shadows not wanting to interfere if I didn't have to.

I recalled the last time I had taken a bullet.... I didn't have a scar but the memory drew back painful memories...

I shook the memories off and watched the man, he was doing pretty good, until..................
 
OOC: damn! I'd love to jump in on this one except I just committed to two new threads :( Keep it around though, hopefully I can get in when I have less obligations...
 
intriguess,

I would like to join this thread. Let me know if you decide to run with the idea or not, also if you want me to start posting.
 
Volunteer!

If the roles are open I would love to play just tell me the parameters. (And put up with my work schedule :(
 
okay for those that are free now I need the guy mentioned before, and as story progresses I'd be happy to involve more of my 'werepack' and have the thread really take off.

So flipping a coin, you guys care to call it for dibs on main guy role?
 
This may be beside the point, but I'd *love* a tryst with a werewolf...
 
Ok

I lost dibs on this one but tage me when you need an npc or something ;)
 
decisions

hmmmm the person with less experience or person who's newer to board?

No offense wolfram and inky, but as I've never posted with Vespiris, I'm going to let the role go to him, but I'll keep you in mind for the future.

so basic stats on the mortal in trouble, he should have little to no ties to family, have good character and be totally clueless about supernatural, and charming yet sexually inexperienced...sort of the mortal equilvalent of superman.
 
Let's try this again, wolfran, you take the guy.

vesp is female and wants a tryst, i'm messaging ink to see if he'll give it a go
 
Sorry for the delay...

I got the message, but Im about to work an unplanned double shift. (in 12 hour shifts than can throw off your sleep schedule.) Ill be back around either late tomorrow (before bed) or ealy the next day. Ill post as soon as possible.
Vespiris if your still interested give me a tag.
Ink
 
okay now that everything is sorted out....back to the story

I heard the fighting and was watching from a safe distance in the shadows.
 
Two guys jumped me in dark alley, the first guy slammed me into a wall. I regained my balance and started to fight. I managed to hit one of them and he fell to the ground. I was fighting with the second one, and winning, when the first had gotten off of the ground pointed a gun at me and told me to stop or I will get shot. Well not really wanting that to happen I stopped fight but the second guy didn't. He hit a few more times doubling me over before the first stopped him. They said they wanted my money, and I had to laugh at them. Boy where they in for a surprise. I told them that I didn't have any on me. They were not to happy with that and said that I will regret not having any. The guy holding the gun walked closer and hit me on the head with the gun. I fell to the ground but I heard a fight and a gun shot go off before all went black.

OOC Any problems with this post let me know what they are and I will change them to fit.
 
With the sound of gun going off, I blur into action, taking out the two bad guys with limited effort. I glance down at him and sigh, he's bleeding and looks worse for wear. I lift him up and carry him to a quiet spot. I pull up his eyelids checking for damage.
 
I feel my body get picked up and moved though I cannot do anything about it. I then flinch at the sudden light in my eyes as someone pulls my eye lids open. I try to shake the affects of both the light and the pain in my head from where the gun hit it. That is when I look up and see a woman. From what I can see, she doesn't mean me any harm.

"Hhhi" I say then move my hand to the wound on my head.
 
I notice his grimace of pain and debate taking him to a hospital, I really wasn't looking forward to a lot of questions. "Looks like you'll live," I huskily murmur my fingers gently probing the wound. "Might need stitches though, do you know where the nearest hospital is?" I try not to think about my search as I watch his blood pool at site of wound.
 
ooc: i guess that i could play an elder again.
 
Garen

I race to get out of the city. The moon is rising amd I feel a call. A call I cannot deny. Contary to popular belief I dont change according to the moon. Or according to some curse. In fact I consider myself quite gifted by gaea, she rewards those who serve her. And I feel in my heart I serve her well. There are many in my clan who see me as a traitor for so embracing the city. but I get alot done by living my dual life. Now as for having complete control of my powers....now thats a talent I dont have, Sometimes extreme stress or emotion can trigger them. Lately I have been...hungry. Not for food...but for companionship. I have returned to the wild but it only increases the hunger. I need to clear my head , I need to find solace. As I leave the lights of the city I look for a place to hide my motorcycle... maybe I can run it out of my system.
 
ooc if you feel like it nomad, but you pretty much interupted the flow of the first thread. I tried to work around you but you pretty much ignored my concept and twisted it to your purpose.

Which I personally found annoying.
 
I listen to her as she says that I will live, then feel her finger as she probes my wound. She then says that I might need stitches and asks if I know where the nearest hosptial is.


"No, I don't. You wouldn't happen to a mirror, so that I can look at the wound myself?"

I try to stand only to discover that the lights in the street like to spin in circles. I fall back down.

"Wow...so much for trying to stand up. Maybe if I try it slower I will be able to get up. Thanks for the help. My name is Dave, by the way."
 
"Don't try to stand Dave," I smile slightly. "Actually I don't have a mirror," I find myself attracted to this young man and debate my options. "Close your eyes for moment," I watch him and look over the wound. It needed medical attention, and I wasn't a medic. In fact I'd been changed in order to save me from certain death, but that was another story.
 
I sit back down as she tells me not to stand and to close my eyes. I do as I am told to do. She is in a postion to help me as I cannot stand.

"Does it look as bad as it feels?"
 
"It's a pretty nasty gash." I help him to stand and look through my bag for something to clean it up with. "There's a licquor store about a half block away," I pause the words sounding all wrong, "to get something to help you clean up with." The smell of his blood is doing strange things to my body as I have a strong urge to lick his wounds and kiss and...my mind drifted a little before it snapped back to his words.
 
I hear her say it is a nasty gash and that she wants alcohol. I was puzzled at first then she continued her sentence, was to get something to clean the wound. I get up with her help, I am impressed by her strength and the feel of her body alongside of mind.

"Is it still bleeding? If so then I think we should get something clean it and get it bandaged."
 
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