Virgin Kiss; An Equine Vampire

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Virgin Kiss There is a land beyond the living and the dead, a place where demons nest; Salanior. Each and every race must live for the better of their kind, but it proves to be quite difficult considering their races. The bloodsucking, the dead and the living. The Vampiric, devided. The Wraith is few left to feed off. The mortals struggle to live, so they call for their breathren of all the lands, to come forward and stand against the demons. Then there are the half casts, creatures of neither beings, banished from all races, forced to live the world in non-accepted souls. A free-form fantasy horse RPG where so far only three races live but... this is fantasy right? Anything can happen!
Vampires Vampires are considered the rarest beauties. Dark and Wise but also weak and easily destroyed. Converted: 10	Wraiths The creatures that rise from their deaths. Fiery, simple and one of the strongest races. Decaying: 3	Mortals Horses that have neither died nor been altered. Pure and Free, the last great blood of life. Purities: 5

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Spring

Hour:
Daylight

Breeding:
Yes

Year:
CCL novus

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« Thread Started on Jan 28, 2007, 2:19am »

Curse - ShutterFly
Withered - 4
Born - Female
Species - Vampire
DNA positive - Friesian
Complection - ...Coming...

Her e w e goro un d the mul lber ry bus h

'e dragged 'er corpse across the withered grasses, talons digging
into the soil. Rasping breathe could be heard
as 'e rode foreward. Pillars spelled a choppy gait as 'e
came to a halt, horns careened forth to catch the sounds. Birds
and wolves slunk in the shadows, watching 'er as 'e moved on.
'E snarled as a bird flew to close, fangs flashed, blood splattered
o'er the tree's. 'E feasted 'pon the tiny soul, taking 'er sweet time.
Crunching its bones to fine white dust,
'E turned and surveyed the land spread out behind 'er.
Keeping tabs on the animals and where they hid their faces,
'e smirked to 'erself before tearing up the ground.
Breaking into an uneeded run, thrusting 'er heavy alabaster
frame foreward. Pushing through the thick foliage that barred 'er
way, growling deeply within 'er pits. Sockets clung to the dead
tree's that stood like charred stalks about the barren clear.
'E snorted and stamped 'er hoof. Hard flint met thick covering
as 'e kicked around a pebble. Wasting time away to 'er own desire..

Til l wea l l dro pde a d

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