In a world you thought you knew, secrets remained hidden in the shrouds of time and destiny. In the age of the internet and television, the characters of your childhood fairy tales, your favorite movies, or even your wildest desires are all reality. Humanity has found itself no longer alone. The monsters are out of the closet. Magic is real. Society has found itself divided into those who have accepted the 'others', and those who wish to send these creatures into a fiery grave. A church that teach the ever lasting life by embracing vampires' eternity. Humans who have risen up to create hate groups against them. An eternal struggle between angels and demons amidst it all, threatening destruction of the entire world in the cross-fire. All the while, most of society works, lives, breathes, right along side monsters and beautiful creatures from their dreams. Who are you among them? Welcome to Savannah, Georgia.
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Posted: Sep 24 2017, 04:35 AM
Age // 28
Posts // 32
Species // Weresnake
Occupation // Tattoo Artist/ Keiserin of the Nest
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Weresnake + Tattoo Artist/ Keiserin of the Nest + 28
She was driving just a little too fast over the bridge, but Lucy was still a little wound up. She'd sent a text ahead and knew that her friend was home and available for conversation. The meeting between all of the leaders had been successful, as far as she knew, but it had also been a bit heated. What she needed right now was a friend who'd be willing to just hang out and shoot the shit, even if only for a little bit. Grayson, like the rest of them, had his people and his responsibilities.
The serpent knew Savannah like the back of her hand, could tell you exactly where all of the territories were, where all of the were leaders kept themselves holed up, where all of the major vampire hangouts were, where the best Italian place was... She kept her finger on the pulse of her city and it wasn't for naught. She knew where the pack staked their claim. She'd been there more than once. First, to introduce herself to the Lukoi alpha, and then as a friend.
She pulled up to the house, standing in all of its glory on this small island metropolis, and shut off the engine of her little Focus. Lucy got out of the car and headed up to the front door to be greeted by a member of the pack, one she'd met a time or two, who said he'd go let the Alpha know that she was there. "Thanks." She gave the man one of her stunner smiles and waited at the front door to be invited in by the man in charge.
Posted: Oct 1 2017, 08:53 PM
Age // 37
Posts // 33
Species // Werewolf
Occupation // Wildlife Management
Quote // Living beats Dying
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Werewolf + Wildlife Management + 37
Grayson Roarke, Ulfric of Hope Pack
Grayson had just tugged on a cotton shirt, buttoning it up while listening to Joe’s opinion on the meeting of the weres and shifters. He himself had liked the Ursa, she was trying the best she could in this mess they were all stumbling about in. But he also understood how tense the idea of including vampires in the big picture. It was a hard pill for most to swallow when a lot of them had been handed shit on a platter from the bloodsuckcers. It had been an unspoken truce that barely survived the last few hundred years and still the true resolution was never more distant. Sure their kind- meaning everything that shifted and flew and in the case of naga’s slithered, had their own sins. Brutality has several layers when you have to look at it from different perspectives. His keen ears picked up the echo of an engine and with a salute to Joe before excusing himself to head into the main room, Gray waved over one of the pack to fetch the door. The scent was pretty much unmistakably Miss Lucy. Now granted she was a looker, fact was she turned heads everywhere. But to Grayson it was like looking at his little sister and then looking at those lookin. When the door swung open, Joe, the new father in the pack welcomed her in and moved so she could spot him sitting down. ‘Well look what the wind blew over. C’mon in Miss Lucy. “ Grayson waved her in and shook his head noting a few of the males offering that male grin. “I was just about to grab something cold and stroll out on porch. Nice storm brewing and I think it is crime not to watch” He has shot a text to her when she left the meeting. Her words were as clear about vampires and to the heart of the matter. They might trust one another but not the bloodrinkers. It takes a hell of a lot more then a few hand shakes to wipe their slate clean in his eyes. Or perhaps the problem was he was not into giving clean slates to their kind much. He was not gonna write all of em off, but he damn sure did not trust am. Too many pounds of flesh owed and too much seen to just blindly accept them into his territory. What happens in the bayou…..
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