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Creators note: PLEASE NOTE :FOR PAPER DOLL DAWGS AND DOLLS ONLY You can be any species or human you choose. Also your characters disposition:good or evil is up to you. The Main character can be Injured but may not die. Let me Introduce you to her: Name: Shiann Blade Sex: female Age: 22 Summers (young werewolf) Skills: Uses magic Species: Werewolf Description: Light Auburn, waist long hair. Gray eyes with brown flecks in them. Tall and athletic in build, When she shifts to wolf she is larger than a male Rottweiler, her coat is reddish- brown in colour.. Eyes a strange brown colour when phased. Her hearing, smell and sight senses ,even in human are very advanced. Shiann normally wear a pair of Camouflage patterned jeans, A brown short sleeve T- shirt and Cloak with a hood- greenish brown in colour, and a pair of black combat boots. Scars (If any): Small scar on forehead just over her nose. Scar running from her left collarbone down to her fore arm. Scar on her left cheek from under her ear till under her eye. Weapons:She wears three daggers, two have long blades with black handles and the third is smaller and she wears it in her boot. Special objects:She wears an enchanted necklace that let her not need to undress when she phases.. Temperament: Shiann has trust issues. She work well in a team and is cautious. She detest bullies, liars and arrogant people. When She is your friend she will not think twice in risking her life to keep you safe. She is loyal and have a deep sense of honor. Her hatred for enemies is deep and not easily changed. She is dark by nature but has her own moral code. Other participants: Name: Callie Species:Shape shifter- can shape shift into a Tiger and back. Weapons:Several knives Temperament:Known for her quick and silent movements. But most of all for her honor. ----------------------------------------------------- Name:Clemant Shew (Clem) Sex:Male Age:28 Skill: Shifts/molds his body. Can form any appearance/creature Species:Shape Shifter Description:(common appearance) Slender,tall,white/blond hair, light (almost white) blue (sometimes pinkish) eyes. Think Albino. As comfortable in a tux as he is in jeans. Can also pull off an evening gown or mini-skirt if the mission calls for it. Favorite creature to pose as is a white mouse though anything goes. As far as transforming into objects, he can appear like them, but only appear like them. If tested, of course, his liquid form isn't wet, metal form isn't hard etc. Scars (If any):no scars.....he can mold them away Weapons: None but is a great shot and can fling objects with great speed. Special objects: none. Only himself. And he loses his clothes quite often. Sometimes ripping holes in objects to wear as shorts or twining bark and leafs together. Temperament:Comfortable with himself. Confident. Laid back. Sarcastic sense of humor. When he's playing a part, easily fits in. But sometimes his sense of humor slips out....even if he is posing as a box. If something strikes him as funny, he may snicker/scoff/snort. Generally gets along with everyone and can be anyone's big brother, confidant, or lover. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Story Scenario: The wars have left cities and countries in ruin. Humans and Were Creatures, Vamps, Magicians and witches, Necromancers and other magic users know of each others existence and due to the chaos are forced to live together. In recent months there has been strange deaths and can not be laid on one species alone door...All of them seem to fall prey to what or whoever killed them. Put into this mix warring groups among species and you got a situation as volatile as a lid piece of dynamite. A small group find themselves drawn to try stop the killings. They are not even of the same species but their lives seemed to be intertwined as their destinies seemed to be too. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I do not mind vore and blood, but also let us try keep it to the content rating. I have no clear idea what this evil force/forces is as yet. Lets see where the story take us  . If you want to join this campfire please just email your character details. size:4}ABOVE ALL: LETS HAVE FUN! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Story
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 Kayna-amy  Shiann moodily turned the roasting meat over so that the meat would not burn. Rain fell around the bridge she was sheltering under. The cloak and the her wet clothes hung to dry next to the fire on an old rusty chair she found. She was not particularly fond of getting soaking wet. Luckily her backpack was water proof and most of the cold of earlier has been removed by simply putting on a pair of dry jeans and shirt. The fire's warmth crept into her bones and she sniffed the smell of cooking fowl.Dressed in her black jeans and shirt she was almost just another shadow under the bridge. The fire made her more visible. Her Auburn hair was drying and shone reddish in the flame light.Her eyes were shadowed by the dark around her mostly. She made the fire to dry her clothes. And it would seem unnatural, nonhuman to eat the fowl she bought earlier raw. Humans also thought fire kept them safe. As a solo traveler it made sense to scout out attitudes first. People were jumpy these days at stranger's identities. The bird was a bit thin but she was hungry enough to eat it. One could not afford to be picky these days. The old man she bought it from wept when she put the money in his hand. Shiann did not need the fire to see her surroundings. Her gray eyes scanned around her through the rain. The rain would keep most things from moving about. She was not taking chances though. She sat with her back against the bridge wall,so that it was protected. And her daggers were ready. Her whole posture was relaxed but that was just an illusion. She took the bird off the fire and started eating. It was not only humans she had to be weary of. Her own kind did not appreciate vagabonds and solo wolves in their territory. One of the reasons she was in human form. She would not hunt nor phase till she had the local territory's pack permission. Courtesy and sticking to the codes kept one alive. If she could avoid this city she would, but it was too large to go around. Also Winter was approaching. Not the greatest time to be traveling. The thought of staying at one place for the whole winter did not appeal to her much. Shiann avoided staying too long in one area. She wrapped the left over chicken and put it next her bag. Then she cautiously drank from the stream her senses scrutinizing the sounds the scents around her. She folded the now dry brown shirt and Camouflage jean up and put it in her backpack. She pulled the now dried out socks and boots on her feet. Then wrapped the dry cloack around herself. She has not slept properly for two days. The fire cracked as she put more wood on the fire. Drawing the cloak hood over her head she closed her eyes resting her head against the wall. Two days ago she discovered that she was being trailed. It might have been other travellers going the same direction. But the threat of hunters was not a hazard she could ignore. Caution was her only friend. So she moved out of that area. Restlessly she travelled that night and the following day. Her instinct warning her that something foul was afoot. But going without too much sleep was not good. So she rested. Her sleep was shallow though. At a sound she would awake. She closed her eyes and slept for a bit then stretched watching the fire. Purple Star Jr. Leader My name is Callie and I am a shape-shifter. I can shape-shift into a Tiger and back. I carry several knives. I am known for my quick and silent movement. But above all honor is what I hold. I come out of the woods after a long night of watching. Trying to keep safe the ones that are left. No one knows I do this they just think I am Callie the loner. They have no idea who I am and that is how it will stay for now. They have no idea the power I hold but soon they will know I am several centuries old and know this happening before in the years I have lived. I am sometimes called a half-bread or a puritan for my race. People of my race are outcast. Looked down upon. Callie knows there is something on the horizon and the people are going to be in more trouble then they are. We must come together stand by each other but the trust is not there some how Callie needs to get this message out to them. Fancie's Lovin' Spring Clemant slithered under the weathered bridge. His body hugged the ground, imitating the streams of rain that followed the cracks in the cement slope. Fire danced with merriment, an inviting sight on such a cold night. Nearing the shrouded soul bent over her meal, he paused long enough to shift his elements into a tiny mouse. He scampered nearer and sat up on his hind quarters, twitching his whiskers as he sniffed the air. Roasted chicken! His stomach rumbled. “Squeak?” Brown eyes peeked at him from beneath the hood. Auburn hair framed the feminine features and Clemant immediately wished he’d chosen a more appropriate animal to shift into. He lowered his front paws to the wet ground. Batting his lashes, he looked around, assessing a possible escape from a panicked woman. “A white mouse? Out here?” The woman took another bite of her dinner. He looked back at her reaction. “Squeak.” A small grin played on her lips. “You’re a scrawny thing.” She tossed him a small bone. Happy with the friendly response, he scampered to the morsels and nibbled. The comfort of fire-kissed flesh coated his tongue and Clemant breathed deep to relish the taste of his first decent meal in weeks. He blinked his pink eyes back up to her with a thankful spirit. He couldn’t believe his stroke of luck; a generous stranger, and a beautiful woman at that. Considering his options, he reigned in his thoughts. It’d have be a little time before he revealed his true form. He doubted she’d take kindly to a rodent transforming before her into a man with nothing to cover his regions. The corners of his mouth turned up at the thought and a little chuckle tickled in his throat. She laughed. “I’ve never heard that kind of sound from a mouse.” She cocked her head. “Did you just laugh?” Purple Star Jr. Leader Callie was walking on the street people were around barrles with fire looking for anything to eat. Children crying from hunger and sickness. The children are what bothered Callie the most so young and most would not live pass these next few months. Something had to be done. Old man Jack sat in his chair. "Hey young one." (If he only knew how old I really am.) . I walked over to him. "Sir, how may I help you?" "You know don't you what is coming." Sir I do not know of what you mean." I bid him good night and continued to walk. I hated lying to him but I can not talk about it until I know more. I hear yelling so I go to where the yelling is; two young kids are fighting. Two different gangs I saw a gun I ran around in back of the guy someone jumped me. I heard a shot and everything went black. I woke in the woods blood on my leg I knew I needed to get the it out. I dug it out with my knive. I heard a howl and a shiver ran through me. I knew it was getting close. Fancie's Lovin' Spring Gunshot filled the night and Clem instinctively melted into a puddle, protecting his meal. The hooded woman flung her morsel to the ground and whipped out a dagger so fast he flinched almost as hard as when he heard the shot. Whoa! That woman has skill. Awe held his vision.Screams erupted and she ran from the beneath the bridge to the deeper shadows of a nearby alley. Pulling his elements into that of cat, he quickly followed with silent steps. A frigid wind sent a sheet of rain to drench his thin coat and he shivered. He dipped around the corner and peeked from behind a dumpster. What seemed like a mob stampeded past him, voices a mass of shouts and curses. His new friend emerged from a sunken backdoor and rushed to a woman crumpled to the side of the back street. Taking her into her arms, she headed back down the alley and toward the nearby trees. She laid her on the ground and quickly assessed her wounds. Brushing the hair from the stranger’s face, her soft voice touched Clem’s heart. “I’m going to call for help. I’ll be right back.” As she disappeared, he dashed to the injured soul flattening into a blanket to keep her warm. She awoke with a jerk and flung him to the side. He lay motionless, playing the part of discarded cover. Grabbing a knife from her belt, she ripped aside the fabric on her leg. To his horror, she dug into her own flesh and removed a lodged bullet. He averted his gaze as a howl rang through the trees. Purple Star Jr. Leader Callie heard the violence the guns the screams she have hoped to stop this and bring the people together but that idea was was just about gone. Callie's leg was throbbinng but she knew if she went back they would wonder about her. Callie shifted in to Ty (her tiger animal spirit) she heals faster that way. Ty went looking to see where the howl came from deeper into the wood she went. She went to look around and there she thought was tht a woman watching a fire. TY was not sure what was going on but she would watch for a while Ty shifted back to Callie. Callie went to sleep she was so tiried. She woke with an a strange feeling someon or something was watching her. All her senses were alert. Something out there she just was not sure if it was friend or foe. The sound of thunder in the distance made her go look for shelter so a storm would be coming. Callie started to walk along the woods edge when she heard the snap of a branch like someone stepped on it. Callie tuned around... Kayna-amy Shiann met up with clem, help in the form of an old shaman behind her. She looked around in the chaos and frowned. "Where did the girl go?" she asked Clem surprise written all over her face. Clem pointed to the forest. The clouds started building up more darker and Shiann could feel an electric feel to the air. Wonderful, another storm was on the way.She pulled both Clem and the old shaman into the shadows. A sense of hostility seemed to have grown in the people around them. Sticking to the shadows they moved to the forest. As the sky grew more and more darker Shianns own mood grew darker. When a group of thugs suddenly come upon them and surrounded them it was the last straw. With a growl she flung herself at the idiot that stepped out the group and sneeringly asked where they were going. She phased in mid air . Her wolf body slammed into him and she tore at his shoulder. He got pulled up frantically by his men and they dragged him away from her. The Shaman and the mouse/man followed him. The girl they were trying to help left a blood trail.Shiann stepped threatening towards the thugs and they broke into a run. She howled her victory at their retreating backs. Clem and the old shaman was deep in the forest now. The wolfs howl made the shaman smile. Purple Star Jr. Leader Callie could feel the blood drain from her body. She turned slowly to find a wolf looking at her. Callie did not move but neither did he. "I have to go now." The wolf looked at her like he was listening to her. Callie started to walk when she realized the wolf was walking behind her. "Where are you going?" The wolf nugged her back into the woods.Callie was getting tired and her leg leg hurt. The wolf knew this some how.Callie sat under a tree the wolf laid next to her. Callie's sleeping was not peaceful everything that has happened so far has been violent. All of a sudden the wolf jumped up Callie woke with a start. There were cries of wolf howls then the wolf howled . He looked at her as to say come on we need to go. All of a sudden Callie could sense the danger and shifted into Ty. The wolf was not surprised he gave Ty a nod and they were off. The thunder got louder and the rain started the storm getting nasty.The storm passed quickly and the wolf started running again. Then they heard a howl one that made the wolf smile. The wolf shifted into a man Ty was shocked. "Is ok I am a friend." She was not sure who this stranger was but she did not fear him. Ty shifted back to Callie. "Who are you? she asked. I will explain all but right now we need to get out of here. So Callie ran with him through the woods not knowing where they were going. © Copyright 2011 Kayna-amy, Purple Star Jr. Leader, Fancie's Lovin' Spring, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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