Welcome to Caldwell, New York, where there is a war going on between vampires and their evil counterparts, the Lessers. Lessers are a group of soulless humans that are set on killing off all vampires. The Black Dagger Brotherhood is a group of warriors that have been fighting Lessers for hundreds of years. These warriors fight hard, party hard, and love even harder. They have finally found love and seem to be happy. While still fighting the Lessers, a new enemy has appeared, an enemy of their own kind. The Band of Bastards is this enemy. The Band of Bastards has gone so far as to try and kill the King, Wrath. The Band Of Bastards leader Xcor, is set on taking over as King of the Vampire world. A death sentence has been handed down for Xcor, and secrets are about to come to light that are going to change everyones' lives forever. The Scribe Virgin is about to reveal a secret so big that it will not only effect the Black Dagger Brotherhood but the Band Of Bastards as well.
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Post by Johanna, of The Bloodletter on Aug 5, 2014 14:08:07 GMT -6
A curl of smoke lifted away from Jo's lips as she walked away from her job, the neon signs eliminating her silhouette. It had been an uncomfortably slow night at Studio City Tattoo, a night that made her fingers itch to be holding her blade and driving it through the chest of a lesser. The Lessers in Caldwell were much more active then those in the Old Country, they gave up more of a fight. Lifting the lit cigarette to her lips she took a long drag from it's toxic shell and let the smoke curl out of her mouth. After the few months that she had been in town she had yet to come across the Brotherhood, only finding the leftover residue in the street. Though she did catch site of those she hated the most; the Band of Bastards.
Her leather shitkickers took her down Trade street, the worse part of town she had come to discover. Even being filled with scum-night-crawlers the place did have some of her favorite things; Lessers. Never had she been dissapointed when she got the urge to hunt them down. She always knew where they would be, like a sixth sense or something and it would give her all she needed to calm that craving; until it came again. The sweet stench of Baby powder soon filled her nose which caused that smirk to turn up the corner of her lips; right on time. The sound of multiple feet echoed around her in the alley she had turned down, making them think that they had cornered her but it was all apart of her nightly routine.
They never seemed to learn from it. Her fingers slid into the pockets of her pants, grasping around the hilt of theblades as they made themselves home in her hand. Before they could move, before they could even open those smug mouths of theirs she let her blades fly. With a turn on her heels she had pulled them free from her pockets and sent them sailing into the chests of the Lessers, one went down and the other poofed into dust. That sure surprised the shit out of them. They glanced at each other as if they were unsure if they should take her on, she had reached into her pockets and retrieved more blades from their holders. A sharp whistle left her lips and drew those pale heads of theirs in her direction. Lifting up her hands she gave the universal sign of 'Bring it on'. The smile cracked upon her lips as they came for her. Oh this was going to be a fun night, the thought brushing her brain as she let the first of many daggers sail through the air.
The blond man took a light sniff, baby powder. And it wasn't little Nalla either. It was the lessers. A smirk pulled across the man's face. Finally first entertainment of the night. He needed to feel the pulse of a fight, to make his beast happy. He wanted a large scale fight. Poking his head down an alley where the pungent spell came from, he noticed twelve or so lessers. Finally, a party! His black combat boots stopped down on one of the lesser's skulls that another had taken care of. "Why didn't you invite me to the party?" He asked the girl as he dematerialized to behind the girl offering him another dagger. Black inscriptions covered the full hilt as well as the blade. As Rhage joined the fight, several lessers filed into the alley. This was going to get exciting! The brute turned and kicked a lesser that came closer to the, and then stomped his skull. "You ready pretty lady?" He asked the young girl behind him before barring his teeth in excitement. A mound on his back moved like a snake tail would under his shirt, that shown through the fabric. As soon as Rhage refered to the lady as pretty she ran off. His body still fueled from the excitement of fighting lessers, and more seemed to just be coming out of the woodwork.
Post by Zsadist, Son of Ahgony on Aug 31, 2014 0:57:13 GMT -6
if i'm a danger to myself
Just think what I could do to you
tagged: @rhaine @rileycasper1
Zsadist trudged down the streets, weaving in and out of the alleyways and yet nothing, there was no sign of lessers. Glancing over his shoulder at the princess he kept wondering if this was a good idea. If she got even a scratch on her Wrath would....he turned back around. He was not going to think of what Wrath would do, not one bit. Besides if his king done anything to him he would have one angry Bella breathing down his neck. Never mess with a shellan, not when she had already proven herself time and time again that she could play with the big boys.
The scent was what hit him first, pungent and and nothing like the powder used for his daughter. Although lessers smelt like baby powder they had a uniqueness in their scent that he could detect now. Pungent, rotten and evil. He motioned the princess to halt before turning towards her. "Whatever happens do not reveal yourself," he instructed as he unsheathed his other dagger from his chest, heading down the alleyway, cautious, his movements like a cat.
He caught sight of Rhage and a civilian. Words were exchanged and the civilian disappeared. Well at least Rhaine did not have to see what happened to civilian vampires when lessers got the them. His eyes darted to Rhage, out of the brothers that could have been here tonight he had hoped it wasn't Rhage and his beast. "If there is any sign that his beast is going to show, you high tail the fuck out of here and head straight home," he whispered to her. It was not a question, not a suggestion. It was an order. Rhage was unpredictable at times and only having fought with the brother for so long did he understand how the brother fought. But that beast of his, the most unpredictable part of Rhage. And damn it, Mary wasn't here, she was the only one to tame the beast after fighting.
Fuck he cursed, hearing the footsteps of more lessers approach. An ambush was all her could think of. He should have ordered the princess to head home now, there was way to many of them to fight whilst keeping an eye on her. Heck he should have called for back up already and yet he hadn't. Instead he waited, crouching in the shadows until a lesser passed before he leapt, his dagger finding the heart through the lesser's back, jumping from the disintegrating body as he reached Rhage, his blade dripping with black blood, yet instead of acknowledging Rhage with words, his eyes forced on the lessers that were closer to the princess.
At first, Rhaine followed behind Z and didn't really think anything was going to happen. Whether it was too close to dawn or maybe earlier he'd killed all the lessers that were out for the night, she just didn't see it happening. She let out a yawn just as Zsadist spoke to her, and she blinked, her hand squeezing his dagger tighter in her hand.
In a way, she almost felt silly holding his dagger. She probably looked like the spoiled little rich girl trying to do what the "big boys" do kind of thing. She ran behind him and then stood still watching Z immediately leap and take out one of the undead. The bright pop made her shield her eyes for a second, and the stench took over. There was this nauseating stench, a mix of sweet dead flesh that was rotten and burning from the "pop". Rhaine covered her mouth and nose for a moment with her free hand, then looked at Z.
His eyes were in her direction, and she glanced around and swallowed hard. There were lessers coming for her, one of which was grinning. When she looked at Z, he wasn't circled by anything. Rhage didn't seem too pinned, what, they picked on her because she was a woman? Or because they had never seen her before? When one lunged at her, Rhaine took Z's blade and stabbed at the male, her eyes closing tight expecting a bright flash of light. She heard a screech but then she opened her eyes realizing all she'd done was impale the blade barely into the flesh. Damnit, Z made it look so easy!
The lesser laid on the ground, laughing and reaching for the handle of the blade, commenting at how weak she was and Rhaine blew a gasket. Leaping onto the undead, she grabbed the dagger and shoved it in, the gushing, wet sound of black blood making her stomach churn but she didn't care. "I'm not. Fucking. Weak. Asshole." With that she twisted the blade, and the body disappeared from beneath her in a brilliant flash of light. @rileycasper1 Zsadist, Son of Ahgony
Post by Zsadist, Son of Ahgony on Sept 4, 2014 20:55:09 GMT -6
if i'm a danger to myself
Just think what I could do to you
tagged: @rhaine @rileycasper1
He should not have left her side but it was a realisation a moment too late. Of course the lessers would target her, females we're seen as weaker and more valuable. A few of the lessers turned on her, the others turned to him and Rhage, more than likely to attempt to distract them from getting to Rhaine. Stupid fucking idiot, he cursed at himself. His eyes flickered over to the princess for a second before pushing off the pavement with his feet, launching himself at the first lesser he could get his hands on. If he could destroy the lessers around them quickly or heck he'd pass them onto Rhage to deal with he could get to Rhaine. Why hadn't she dematerialised yet anyways?
He gripped the lesser around its neck, and squeezed. It's laughter was just as annoying as it was breathing. His dagger found it's way home in the lessers body, sliding between its ribs and into the heart. He didn't stop for a moment, didn't finch. He needed to get to Rhaine, protect her. Any female, regardless of who she was was worth protecting.
The next lesser he grabbed he didn't bother with it, instead flung it backwards towards Rhage, he could do with a fee more lessers to fight, as long as that beast of his did not come out. He faltered when he heard the lesser call Rhaine weak. No female was weak, how could they been if they had to handle a hot blooded male whilst juggling things of their own. The males were strong psychically, but females were stronger emotionally. Although there were of course a few exceptions where females were strong in both, his Bella was one of those females. He moved, avoiding the slashing of a blade to his chest. Rhaine's response was something he had not expected. She had no training and yet being called weak had some sort of effect on her and before he could take another step she had plunged his dagger into the chest of the lesser. Maybe he didn't have to worry about her as much as he was. She certainly was proving she could handle herself. "You ok princess?" He called out, slashing at lesser that ran towards him, spraying black blood over himself.
Rhaine's body collapsed to the ground just as a flash of light completely overtook her senses. She yelped slightly feeling her knees hit the hard, broken concrete, but her eyes were what were giving her grief. The light had been bright enough to give her flash burn, and she blinked a few times hearing a voice behind her.
"I-I'm..." She took one big breath in, and groaned trying not to lose it. The smell was awful, it was burning in her nose and making her sinuses ache. Oh god they were disgusting! Getting up, she dragged her body upright holding onto Z's dagger that was now coated in black blood. She looked over to see another lesser coming for her and she groaned "Fine!"
She took a moment to see what kind of idiot this one was, and this one was very different. He wasn't trying to toy with her, he was just straight up wanting her dead. Thinking quick and realizing with as fast as he was going she didn't have time to jab the blade into his chest, instead she lifted the piece and slashed at the air. What happened next made her eyes widen and she backed up in complete surprise. She had no idea the blade was THAT sharp, and with one move she had slit the lesser's throat making him drop to the ground gagging. That wasn't her initial plan, she just wanted to maybe cut his cheek or something or just scare him into backing up!
Rhaine stared on as she heard the gurgling sounds, and that did it. She turned behind a dumpster, and let it all out heaving onto the ground. She groaned holding to the dumpster with her free hand, her body forcing everything up and in the back of her mind she sighed. "Great, now Z's going to think I'm a pathetic wimp."
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