Post by Kyoko on Jul 26, 2007 13:35:18 GMT -5
(for those who do not like gory rps, please just do it the simple way and close the web page, for those who do enjoy it go on an reply, I do not have a twisted mind, it's the way my character is.)
As the moon rose to it's highest, a pale abnormal abomination made it's way out to the sand, a dark covered character, slight rays of the silver moon washed against his cloak and vanished into the dark fabric, he gazed off his purple hues flickered over the water, a slightly brighter purple flicked up before his sight. There in the western edge of the beach, was a rave. A grim smile was painted onto his pale fleshy face. Twin teeth poked out slightly at the corner of his lips. He knew what was there. he could smell them from where he was.
There near the fire was people, mortals, teenagers. He narrowed the line down, as he walked on, following close to the edge of the water. He though about them, several mental flashes corrupted in his mind. That of bodies, the teenagers. A room to his very own, a killing room. He was sick and twisted in the mind yes. But he loved it. He thought of a female teenager with her writs and ankles tied to the ceiling, blood dripping from her face, her tender sweet body, shaking in fear. Screams of mercy and begging rang in his ears. As he thought about it, cuts from the rope on her writs watching as the blood trailed down her sleek form, and dripping into several containers. He never thought of killing his prey, only torturing them and letting them live, after all he was able to gain more blood in that way.
He smiles darkly as he thought about the room, his mind faded and turned black, as he opened his eyes, glancing down to the water, he was getting slightly closer towards them, he could already hear the women's laughter and the deep voices of their boyfriends, he smiled. His paradise, his prey. He slowly scoured over his prey looking each one over, his fangs grew slightly. But he was in control of his feedings, he could smell the thick scent of mortal. Oh how it nagged at his head to go after them and enjoy his bloody paradise. But he waited, stalking his prey first than knocking them out quickly before bringing them over to his place. Oh how much fun he would have. He pulled at his hat uling the rim slightly over his eyes, as he moved towards them...
As the moon rose to it's highest, a pale abnormal abomination made it's way out to the sand, a dark covered character, slight rays of the silver moon washed against his cloak and vanished into the dark fabric, he gazed off his purple hues flickered over the water, a slightly brighter purple flicked up before his sight. There in the western edge of the beach, was a rave. A grim smile was painted onto his pale fleshy face. Twin teeth poked out slightly at the corner of his lips. He knew what was there. he could smell them from where he was.
There near the fire was people, mortals, teenagers. He narrowed the line down, as he walked on, following close to the edge of the water. He though about them, several mental flashes corrupted in his mind. That of bodies, the teenagers. A room to his very own, a killing room. He was sick and twisted in the mind yes. But he loved it. He thought of a female teenager with her writs and ankles tied to the ceiling, blood dripping from her face, her tender sweet body, shaking in fear. Screams of mercy and begging rang in his ears. As he thought about it, cuts from the rope on her writs watching as the blood trailed down her sleek form, and dripping into several containers. He never thought of killing his prey, only torturing them and letting them live, after all he was able to gain more blood in that way.
He smiles darkly as he thought about the room, his mind faded and turned black, as he opened his eyes, glancing down to the water, he was getting slightly closer towards them, he could already hear the women's laughter and the deep voices of their boyfriends, he smiled. His paradise, his prey. He slowly scoured over his prey looking each one over, his fangs grew slightly. But he was in control of his feedings, he could smell the thick scent of mortal. Oh how it nagged at his head to go after them and enjoy his bloody paradise. But he waited, stalking his prey first than knocking them out quickly before bringing them over to his place. Oh how much fun he would have. He pulled at his hat uling the rim slightly over his eyes, as he moved towards them...