The Carpathians are a mighty race, and much like vampires. Only they still have their souls and are of the earth. They sleep deep in the rich soil and can control anything of natural make. For most their power is nearly unlimited. But, the species is dying out the long immortal Carpathians are losing their comrades to two things: one is the terrible deeds of an organization bent on destroying their race, thinking they are vampires. The other, the men’s own curse which lets them becomes damned after so many years. The male Carpathians cannot exist without their other half. Their lifemate and the literal light to their darkness. There is one woman for each of them, though most never find her. Along the same lines of a soul mate, but this bond transcends that of any human emotion. Once the two have found each other and are bound to each other in body and soul, they cannot exist without each other. Unfortunately, most of them never find each other, and the darkness in the males becomes overwhelming and eventually swallow their soul…turning them into the disgusting creature known as a vampire. Raping and feeding off of children. It is the Carpathians job to destroy their own kind who have turned, and protect what little of their race is left…((the Carpathians crave their lifemates with a passion that is a need, bear in mind that it is the m ale who chooses his life mate and the female must return in like. They are one half of the same whole. It takes three blood exchanges to change a human to a Carpathian, but only humans with a slight telepathic or other ability can be changed. All others who are changed become deranged and sick, and must be destroyed immediately. Also, they can shape shift and by going deep into the soil to sleep they also get stronger and heal. Threes also a healing agent in their saliva and blood. Oh...and the vampires are grotesque not pretty and attractive like the Carpathians.)) So the basic plot is that the males are dwindling and have to find their lifemates before the race perishes and vampires overrun the earth, and the underground society which is a danger to both the Carpathians and the humans must be stopped.

Bio:

Name: Syndl

Age: looks 23…been around since the 1600’s

Description: syndl is tall and beautiful like most Carpathian women, though unlike some of the others her skin is not as pale, she was born by a Carpathian father and a once human mother who was changed, her mother’s Italian/black descent shows faintly on her skin letting in even more exotic beauty. She has green eyes and long black hair. Though her powers are not as strong as some, she is powerful none the less.

Other: two years ago one of their kind named Darius changed and rapped her in a most savage way. She has been quiet and withdrawn since. Had it been a human she would have been able to fight him, or if she had a lifemate, but none of those were such and her long time friend and companion fell under the weight of being lonely and incomplete, he changed and nearly killed her. Though she does not sing very often, she has a most beautiful voice.

Name: Sehmu-el

Age: Appears to be 33. Due to frequent 'Hybernation' and just not careing, he is unable to pinpoint exactly how old he is. He had been taken by a pair of ancient soulmates that had chosen him after they discovered that they were unable to procreate with one another. They had suicided a century after taking him and he has been sleeping ever since. He could feel his body and soul beginning to become black with malevolent hate and knew that it was time for him to find his own soul mate or become one of those he hated. He is a broad shouldered man about six feet tall. He has silver blue eyes and hair so black it seems to have a purple sheen like a ravens wing. He is at the moment unclothed. He chooses to let the healing earth envelope his naked flesh entirely as he sleeps one hundred feet below the loam of an ancient forest.

He takes his first concious breath after a thousand years of resting.

Name: Daryl

Age: Looks 24 but is also from the 1600's

Description: Daryl is quite tall. He is of a very white complexion. Daryl was born by pure blood Carpathian's his father also full, and his mother as well. He has bald with a striking long goa-tee, along with a smoke blue eye color. Since Daryl is a full blood, his strength is near overwhelming.

Other: Daryl grew up with his kind, never releasing or changing, or even leaving the lands just yet. He spent most of his time searching for the vampiric race now-a-days, yet he only found a few. It seemed to him that they either moved when the Carpathians came out to hunt, or were showing fear.

syndl lay and stared at the night sky for awhile. the cool earth beneath her was lovely, and she had parted to grounds just to let the fresh air careas her body. she smighed slightly..she did not want to rise this evening, only to spend the night with her commrades who were left. Tempest and Barak were no prize to be around, swooning over each other in thier love, and trying to pull her out of a depression that was so apparent it stained her skin. she rose then formt he gorund, the need to feed was too much. she used the way of her people to dispense of the dirt on her body and clothe herself quickly. she walked through the forest with her feet unclad, nearly floating above the many sticks and needles. thinking suddenly she changed into a small falcon and made her way to a nearbu campsite where a couple was sleeping in thier tent. walking in silently she pushed them farther into thier sleep with a small compulshion from her mind, and fed quickly. they would survive, being only slightly quessy...she looked down at them and sighed to herself. even these humans founs happiness in each other...

As the oxigen enters his lungs Sehmu-els flesh turns pitch black and the amulet imbeded in his wristbones begins to glow. He had replaced one of his wristbones with the majikal stone before he joined the earth in rejuvination. The ambyr stone acted as a repository for all of the 'power' and manipulaions required for shifting into his favorite form. A great Black Beast. The stuff of many human Myths now long forgotten. His other wrist housed a similar stone. A ruby etched with the same type of runes but in a completely different pattern, a simpler one as the form required little change in mass only cell structure. He continues to gain mass and soon the earth above him swells in respose to the push from below. Trees topple and a huge mound forms in the green glade that is currently lit by silvery moonlight. The swell becomes pregnant with trembling and soon a huge clawed hand sweeps away the last remaining cover. The glinting claws sink back into the earth and in thier place in a red flash of light a Raven the size of a boy hops out of the gapeing wound in the earth.

syndl, a near 6 miles away fomr all of this, should have been able to sense the power swell, but instead she had found a small lake and was sitting just thinking.s he did not want to re-group with other two, she needed more time to herself. when Darious had still been with them, they would have sat here and talked together, but...he was dead, and syndl was broken. she shuddered slightly as she remembered Darius's fierce face as he had taken her and clawed at her flesh. laying her head delicately in her arms she cried...

Name: Lucritia
Desc: She looks 22 at most, Tall and snow white pale, Lucritia looks like your typical Carpathian female, her hair is jet black and worn very long, her eyes are green and hold some kind of power over people, she is thin but curvascious, she is partial to fur and often wears several pelts at once, her accent is slightly russian and her words tumble from over dark red lips that fascinate and beguile
Other: Although she looks much like other carpathians, she is particularly powerful being over 2000 years old and very wise, she has amneged to avoid becoming a vampire but is still with out her soul mate, she finds her self slowly descending into a madness at a quicker and quicker rate and she is frightend very frightend

IC: Lucritia swept through icy chambers unaffected by the cold, she wore little, nothing but a short black robe, it didn't matter in her long finger elegant hands the held a book her grip was white knuckled as if she were holding to book for dear life, soon oh how soon it would come and she would be lost, dead insane, somewhere one who could save her was going through this same tourtur, somewhere her one cure was going as mad as she. She paced through the dark corridors of her acnient manor, the black and white tile an endless chess board under her bare feet, cold it was everywhere drinking her in. There was a half full glass of wine on a near by table, one swipe of her beautiful hand and the tinkiling crystal was reduced to a pile of sharp evil looking fragments on that icy tile floor. The echo of the glass's shattering resonated for eons in a house both silent and full of whispers and moans. Red blood dripped elegantly from a tiny cut on her hand spilling with infinante beauty on the the floor a silent mockery of the glass, she did not exlaim or say anything but bring her hand to her lips to ease the sudden stinging pain, blood in her mouth. She shudderd at what she would become

Daryl arouse from the dirt. He shaked and brushed it off... He threw on some clothes, so hookers, and common day sluts were attracted to things like that. He cracked his neck, thinking on whether he should seek vampires, or just normally feed. He sat there, standing for a few moments. He decided to regularly feed. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes embedded in his shirt pocket. He pulled one out, and lit it. He took a smooth drag off of it, before heading for some food. He looked around, choosing his pray. He stopped, he felt an overwhelming power inside him. He didn't know where it was coming from. He turned around, thinking maybe it was near him, but he couldn't see much more than humans walking the streets. He turned his head, back around the it's original state. He walked casually, no one had seen him arrise from the earth. With each couple of steps, he took another drag of his cigarette. He shurgged his shoulders and said to himself, Whatever that was, I hope whoever encountered it will be alright. daryl stopped once again. He felt a depression come over him. He knew he it could be. It was Syndl. Why was she depressed? He used his telepathy to find out. Something wrong?

Lucritia sensed a carpathian she didn't know somewhere in the visinity, she was in an instant in her bedroom changing. Soon she wore her typical garb short black dress in PVC a fur coat and a russian fur hat on her feet spike heels. She smiled glancing at herself in the mirrior she added a diamond encrusted victorian necklae and earrings, perfection she thought as she walked out of her house and unlocked her Vintage 1956 car, her baby. She patted the suede interior. "Momma loves you a whole lot." She said with a grin

The huge Raven hops up onto the great roots of one of the ancient trees that had been desturbed by his awakening and begins to preen his wings. He rarely took human form. It reminded him too much of who and what he was. In his Raven form he found it easiest to suppress the darkness that ebbed up from his heart. The humans tended to leave him be also, seeing him as some kind of malevolent sprit of death. Considering the fact that thier numbers tended to thin in his presence the stigmata was a fitting one. He spread his ebon pinoins and launched himself into the air.

The world felt... different.

He needed to feed but that did not explain the feeling of unease he felt eminating from the earths very soul.

Like a cry for help.

He expected to find that this forest had spread to the horizon. Insted he finds it is considerably smaller that when he had layed himself among the roots of the young trees. He picked up a trail then and followed it. He lighted on an outcropping that overlooked what smelled like a human settlement. There was a tent a long dead camp fire some white boxes constructed from what smelled like burned earth... And a huge shiny... What he assumed was a vehicle because of the small wheels it had. He saw no sign of horses and no sign of weapons.

-Hmm-

The smell of one of his own wafts up to him again and he drops down to the ground. He reluctantly shifts back into manform causeing both of the stones to glow from what was wingtips to what becomes wrists. Sehmu-el enters the tent and sees the marks of a recent feeding on the humans. He figures that they are probably the cause of the earths compliants and wonders why the last hunter had not finished them off. He bent over the female and entered her behind and ubove her knee gently feeding from her. As he draws the last bit of life from her...

"What the hell are you doing?"

When Sehmu-el stands in response to the human male.The man is able to see the blood on his lips and is instantly enraged. He reaches beside his cot and pulls out his 9mm pistol and aims it at the invaders heart. W..Who are you? What are you doing to Khrissy? Why are you naked? Sehmu-el moves with blinding speed and grabs the man by his throat. The man is taken by suprise but is able to unload his clip before Sehmu-el tears off his arm at the elbow and hurls it outside. The burning hot missiles from the mans weapon had pierced Sehmu-el eight times. He could feel his lungs filing with blood and his intestines and stomach begin to heal as he rattled his answer to the now screaming man.

"I am Sehmu-el son of Methusela. I have devourd your mate as you and she have been judged by one of my kindred as unworthy of life. I know not why you were left alive but I shall now finish you."

The man swings a knife up into the Hunters chest forcing Sehmu-el to crush his neck untill his head seperates from it. Though he hated to feed this way Sehmu-el held the bloodied torso up over his head and gulped down the gushing crimson as the mans last few heart beats falter and stop pumping the soapy warm fluid. Sehmu-el exits the tent and climbs back up to the outcropping. An ambyr shimmer precludes the appearance of the Black Dragon known in myth as Krahggensrath. With a mighty intake of breath Sehmu-el belches dragon flame which consumes the entire site leaving only smouldering metal where the wagon used to stand.

The Great Ebon Beast launches from his perch and glides on widespread pinons up the mountians slope to see if his old cave is still vacant.

Name: Naveah

Age: 27

Description: Is human and of Irish descent, at 5'5", mid length auburn hair, emerald green eyes with a pixie like face, curvy but muscular body, pale complexion. She has psychic abilities, but is frightened by them. She has been on her own since the age of 17. And she knew she would be as she saw it all in a vision, but did not know when it was to happen. Her parents were killed in a boating accident and was left to tend to her 13 yo twin sisters. Her siblings were then killed by the vampires later in that year. Her only quest now was to hunt the vampires and to kill them all. Her weapon of choice is a sword that had been in the family for hundreds of years.

Other: She had loved once and it was with a Carpathian, Metrie, but he did not feel the same for her and opened his heart to another. Her heart was broken and with that sealed her heart and opened it for no one. She is unsure if she could love or be loved, but for now, she will continue her quest.

OC- Description: Relatively short, with black wavy hari, tinted skin, from her hispanic parents. Deep black eyes, with little splints of purple. Large chest, small waist, very big hips.
Other: Full blood carpathian, with two parents who loved eachother more than anything ever created. Due to this, the little Carpathian was made of nearly pure, solid energy. Her mother diedwhile Miakoda was born, and her father took it as her fault. As a child, she didnt show signs of any strength, and wit her fathers rage against the mothers death, he raped her, for punishment. THis continued for several years, until Miakoda started to show signs of power. during one attack, Miakoda didnt want to take it anymore, and her father died of an energy rush. She has been with several males, but none of them were able to be bound, for they couldnt deal with her immense power.

IC- Miakoda Looked up instantly, feeling a great power surge, she could tell it was from a transformation. A splint of hope epirced ehr heart, maybe there were others out tehre that could handle her. She shook her head, and went back down to the ground, and continued makng little peices of wood revolve around each other effortlessly. She ehard screaming nearby, a man and another, she didnt pay much attention to it. SHe knew the one still alive wa sof her kind, but she never sought out ehr own, she waited, simply waited.

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syndl immediately locked her mind to Dayrl...she couldnt stand to have any of them in her mind! she hated the feel of anything male, and knew that int he end this would be her downfall. she shuddered agian, trying to decide whether to go back to ground. using the way of her kionf she silently let her clothes fall away and slid completely silent into the cool water of the lake. she could feel may others around her and though she should have, did not hide the expanse of her pain. instead she let herself curl int he water and sink to the bottom where she let out a scream into the water. her tears blended with it and she sat there a long time inthe cold dark depths of an unnamed lake...

Daryl paused again. He didn't know what was going on. He cared for Syndl, but she didn't know it yet. He knew she didn't like almost anything male, so he kept it to himself all the time. He started to walk again, shaking his head. He was a disgrace to himself, he knew he was, but he continued to keep it secret anyways.

((Thanks for my invite. I'll join ASAP, but not yet, I have a strict time limit on here right now...))

((we needed more males, so when i write in italics im speaking for Miquel))

name:Miquel Cartrocious

age:no one knows, but he is the oldest and neat king of thier kind, though he acts and deal as equal with the others.

description:the classical carpathian. tall with a foreboding strength and formidable appearance. broad shoulders, long dark hair worn tied at the nape of his neck, and black obsidian eyes.

other:he doenst see in colors, his world has gone gray in lonliness, as his soul has slowly sunk into darkness the urges for violence and rage nag at him daily. for the sake of his people he will not turn though, he needs his lifemate soon, to bring color and life back into his soul...

[I]Miquel stalked throught he forest with his ears layed flat. he had sensed too many of thier kind in the area and was wondering why they had gathered. or if they even knew they were all there. he crouched low, loving the slight menacing power of the panther he took the form of. he would wait and see what was to come of this night...

A bloody tear falls from the great Dragons unblinking eye.

It is a tear of sorrow alloyed with anger tempered only by lonliness. As his shadow falls upon the earth it touches scenes of wonton rape and senseless destruction. Huge expanses of forest... Gone... The ground shackled in places by wide bands of what appears to be tar and stone. Huge lit cities Belching death into the air. Even the horseless wagons spew burning disease. The humans have grown into a plague. All of the Vampyric ones must have been wiped out. He could vaguely sense a few of his Kindred up here, away from mankinds stinking rat holes. But there were only a few compared to the plethora he had left when he entered his last rest.

As he neared his mountain the landscape slowly ebbed back into a more natural state untill he could see very few of the roads and paths of men. Sehmu-el decended to the base of his mountain and shifted back into manform. He found the great tree he had planted to mark the mouth of his cave and lay down at the base. He slowly sunk into the earths embrace once more. Deeper and deeper he sunk untill he fell into a small cavern. He shifted form again. Into the blackest of all birds and flew unerringly along the length of the cavern, Navigating by memory. Soon the cave was wide enough for him to shift once more into the mighty Dragon and his eyes were able to make out the features of the caverns interior. After miles of downward travel crawling, leaping, the great black pool is finally visable. Sehmu-el plunges into the huge lake of crude oil and sinks to the bottom. His massive head comes to rest on the shoreline. His body revels in the energy the earths blood invigorates him with. He had spent a lot of energy transforming so many times and was still healing from the mans strange missiles. His body finally completes its healing process and Sehmu-els mind drifts into a fit-ful dream filled with burning cities and eventually settling into a search for succor for his swiftly blackening soul.

I must find a soulmate.

syndl had stayed at the bottom of the lake for some time before deciding to leave. she regulated her body temperature o that she did not freeze and walked naked through the forest. she closed her eyes and just walked. silently hoping that she would walk off of a cliff. instead she fell down, landing on a shard rock. but instead of crying out she grew angry at her clumsiness and tried to center her senses once more, navigating herself, blindly through a maze of trees and through the forest...she wondered lightly if anyone would find her.

Waking up gasping for breath, Naveah jumps up from the table and grabs her sword, looking around the kitchen wildly. Oh, it was just another dream, she thought and sat back in the chair. Must have dozed off again, I really must get more sleep. But it felt so real, but it can’t be. I don’t want this, it didn’t help me save my sisters or my parents, why me?, she cried aloud. Thinking of her mothers words, “You must learn to you use your gift, it was passed on to you from your great-grandmother, not all of us receive a gift so special. And use it wisely.” Alright mother, I will follow my dreams and not fight it, she thought. Sliding her blade into the sheath, grabbing her keys and heads to St. Peters Cemetery.

Stepping over the graves, Naveah slowly approaches the crypt, drawing her sword, “okay this is where I saw them, where are they?” she wondered. Suddenly, the three vampires appeared before her laughing. “Look, Ezra, no hunting tonight, our food is here”, laughed the shorter vampire. Naveah raises her sword and the blades slices through the vampires’ neck, sending his rolling to an empty grave. The one called Ezra pushes the other vampire towards her as he disappears. Remembering the dream, Naveah lunges the sword thru the vampires chest, pulls it out and slices his head off. Turning around, she peers thru the darkness, Come out, Ezra. Come out you ugly beast. Waiting, anticipating the precise moment, suddenly she turns, raising the blade high and bringing it down onto his ugly head, slicing it down the middle. Staring at his grotesque body, the images of her sisters slain bodies pound in her head, Naveah severs his head and continues to chop at the body and until her arms ached.

Sitting on a grave, angry emotions overflowing, “I will kill all of you bastards, all of you!” she screamed out. She storms towards her car, grabs a cloth and wipes her blade clean, the tears silently sliding down her face. She thinks of Metrie, her family and a piercing pain goes through her heart and it slowly hardens. “Everything I loved was taken from me, and I shall not love again” she murmured.

miquel was still crouched low behind a tree, deciding that he would go into town he ran swiftly through the forest until he reached the begining of town, he decided then to change into his true form and wlak silently through the night. he didnt know why he was here, there was nothing he wanted with the humans, in fact it was dangerous for him to be there in the state he was in...but something had drawn him here...

Sehmu-el can feel the earths fires burning inside him as the geothermally heated oil caresses his scaley hide.

He wakes from his dream and is able to expand his senses beyond his mountain using the power that the Black Source imparts. He senses little in the way of Kindred untill his mind sweeps over a nearby city. A few are scattered about its boundries and within its mirey convulated buildings he senses those with the 'gifts' that would allow them to become so much more than human. He also is suprised to find that there a far more of the Vampyric persuasion than he had previously thought. It seems as though the Dark Ones were allowing the mortals to proliferate like rabbits. Allowing them a bountiful smorgasboard to feed upon. As his mind wanders his attention is momentarily pricked by the presence of a particularly strong female presence. She is wipeing the remnants of a fresh kill from a wicked looking weapon.

-Hello Chyld-

He marks her position and begins to withdraw into his own mind again when he picks up the signature of the hunter that had left the couple in the tent.


A great black Raven Floats down from the mountain top in persuit of the naked maiden.

syndl found herself rather intuned on her own state and the direction she was wandering. she didnt even notice the bird and its own strange aurora until it was nearly upon her. spinning in agitation her hair flying in an arch as she was suddenly clad in a white dress that fell beneath her knees and flowed tather nicely, tight enough to show off her curves. she looked around not exactly sure why she felt startled just knowing that she was not alone. she shivered slightly and began to wlak back int he direction of the lake.

The Raven could 'see' the heated trail her body had left in the air. She was making no effort to hide her presence. He felt her tap into her energies and sensed that she had redoubled and was walking back the way she had come. He flew past her and felt the gentle caress of her mind as she sensed his presence but she did not try to reach his mind.

-Strange-

He followed her winding footsteps back to a meltwater lake and could sense the power that fed into it from the artesian springs deep below its mirror-like surface.

Sehmu-el settles on a large branch that over hangs the small lake and waits for her return.

synbdle reached the lake and sighed loking at the water, she had hated this lake for so long, and now it was like a home to her. she counted endless hours away, sitting near the waters surface, or dwelling deep bellow. though she did not reach out to him, she could feel the bird there. watching her. she almost hoped he was a vampire, there to kill her. she shivered at the thought, remembering the disgusting face of Darius. clasping a lock of her hair in her fist she sat with her knees drawn up to her chest on the waters edge, finaly reaching out to the creature there. when will you come out...i do suppose you plan to kill me...? though it was a question, she made it sound like a statement...

The Raven the size of a large dog hops off of his perch and glides down to a rock that juts from the surface about fifteen feet away from the curled up figure on the shore. The birds head swiftly cocks to the side so that the bloodred eye can focus on Syndl.

It blinks.

-Why, prey tell, would I wish to fight with my one of my Earth Sisters? Has the world degenerated to the point that the Families are now consuming one another? I have been resting for quite some time. Perhaps you could bring me up to terms. Starting with why you left those Mortals alive that you had judged worthy of being fed upon-

The Raven hops and cocks its head again so that its other eye focuses on her.

She can feel the heat of his anger and the hollowness of his solitude in his inqury.

syndl shuddered and stared wide eyes at him. she hated his form..it seemed menacing..but she could tell he was carpathian. close to turning..but still carpathian. she looked back at the water her hair falling to shield her face. i had no reason to kill them..they were innocent and in love...i only needed a slight bit of sustetance...i saw no reason for them to die needlessly... she looked at her reflection itn he water and reached out to touch it with the tips of her finger, bringing them now wet, to her face she sighed and looked under her hair at him. why do wear that form...?

*Blink*

-I am Sehmu-el-

*Cocks his head*

-What form would you have me wear? I am at the end of my tolerance for humanity. I am not able to resist the Darkness for long in manform. My other form would more than fill this small glade and I did not wish to startle you. I have never fed from an innocent. Intentionally. I destroyed that couple believeing that they had been marked as fodder by you. Though, after seeing what the mortals have done to this earth I am hard put to see that any of them are innocent any more.-

The Black bird cocks his head again.

-You seem leary of me-

*Blink*

-Shall I leave?-

syndl still didnt look at him, she stared blankly at her reflection in the water. she murmered to herself softly..."you..killed them..." suddenly she turned to face hi, her eyes wide her hair still clutched in one hand. you plan to leave?! will you not rape my maiden form like the others of your disgusting species?! she spat the words like venom and just as she would have said more, she suddenly fell slient like the night. amazingly,t he rest of the forest also went silent. the wind stopped blosing the water went as still as glass, in her violent emotion, she had once agian slipped back into herself...like she had gone to sleep, and the forest with her. she was still very conscious though, and as her mind grew colder so did the water of the lake, soon growing icy with her new thought emotion. she turned to Sehmu-el and wispered softly.."you have little time left..why do you dwadle with the weak and disgusting by the waters edge..when you should be seeking your second half?" her eyes were a bright almost flouresant green in the dark night and it was suddenly apparent that were she left alone, syndl was a great danger to herself. and with others, she may be even worse...

*Head bobs and eye blinks*

-Weak? Discusting? What form of dementia has swallowed your ability to reason? I see only a beautiful Carpathian princess. A vision of what all femininity should strive to be. If all mortal females even vaguely resembled your beauty they would run this world. You will learn to trust me or we will fight 'till one of is dead. You have been mistreated by monsters. The males you have met should be hunted down and devoured. My honour has never been so assaulted. I would have your company while I search for answers...-

The Raven Refocuses again.

-Are you friend or Foe?-

Resting her head weary head on the steering wheel, she starts to dream. Everything is a blur, a black dragon with eyes of blue color, then the image of a man or being running towards the city light, then the dragon again and this time seemed to stare into her soul, “hello child”. Naveah jerked her head up, shaking from fear and the anger of hating these visions. Driving home, she needed to stop at the market and grab a bottle of wine. Completely unaware why others were staring at her, she grabs a bottle of wine and stands at the counter to pay for it. “Ma’am, are you alright?” asked the cashier. “Yes”, snapped Naveah, “why wouldn’t I be?” The cashier looked at her up and down and shrugged her shoulders and scanned the wine. Paying for it, Naveah realizes that she had the black ooze from the vampires all over her. Looking at the cashier, “I am a artist and its paint” Naveah said, snatching the bag. I am such an idiot, artist?, she thought & chuckled.

Once home, she put the wine on ice, started a hot bath, lighting candles all over and tunes in to a classical station. Scrubbing what she can of the blood off her arms in the sink, she stares into her reflection. Who would ever want me? She wondered. Brushing her hair away from face, she studies her eyes and lips. Metrie didn’t want me, she thought. Why did I not see it coming? I could have prepared for it. Thinking back on the last night together, after the slaying a group of hideous vampires, how big a fool she had made of herself. Looking into his eyes, “Metrie, I know that this seems to be an inappropriate time, but I just have to tell you. I love you, Metrie. I want to spend an eternal life with you, I know what you are and I know what will happen if you do not find a soul mate and I hoping that you have found her in me. I am willing to join you, to become a Carpathian. Watching the sadness come over his eyes, “I’m sorry Naveah, I have found a soul mate, but it is not you. I adore you, yes, but I..., I can only say that I care for you as a friend.

Naveah wipes the steam from the mirror and remembers to turn off the bath faucet. She removes her clothes, pours a glass of wine and eases into the hot water. Staring out of the window and at the stars she clears her mind of Metrie, it is done, no more, she thought. And begins to ponder on her dream earlier...the dragon, the being running towards the city…what does it all mean? She wondered. Laying her back and sipping the wine, she starts to hum along with the violinist playing.

syndl blinked and suddenly let out a long cry that suonded all too much like a falcons. suddenly all that was left upon the rock was her white dress as she shot into the sky at high speeds as a beautiful bird. her vioce was calm and reasoning in his head. i am nothing...i am a disgrace and i am without proper emotion..i am whatever the next male chooses to make of me...a slave, a shell...dead. whill you be he who decides which? she flew up and away. though they had spoken, touched each others minds and were now linked. she could find him and he could find her whenever and wherever they wanted...what had she done to herself now?

miquel found the scent of the undead, but he found thier remains in a cemetary. the scene smelt of a human...a beautiful woman. he frowned and wondered how she could have done this. tracking her easy enough, miquel perched as a jungle cat outside her home as she bathed. he could see and smell her so clearly in the bright blue bathroom she bathed in. suddenly she startled. the bathroom was blue...how was this possible that he saw such a vibrant color as if it were new to the world? he looked at the woman and swore under his breath. she was one of ht emost beautiful creatures he had ever seen...immediately a need slammed into him, wrenching his gut until he nearly wanted to scream in joy as he looked at this magnificent woman.

*Blink*

*Blink*

The Raven cocks its head up toward the sky.

*Blink*

The Raven flys over to the white dress and begins to peck the silver buttons off of it. -Strange- He knows he cannot hope to catch the little hawk in this form. But really there was no need.

The Raven launches over the lake leaving ripples on its surface in his wake. He decided that since she had not attacked him she must be considering the friendship he had offered.

-Why must you fear me so? Where do you fly off to?-

-I am alone...-

As he cleared the tops of the trees his hunger began to boil and he headed toward the city hoping she would follow. There was so much he still didn't understand about the world, and about her.

syndl could feel his slight complusion for her to join him in the city...i cannot go there...even i do not understand thier ways...she flew up further still. i will fly far into the stars until i cannot breathe and dark frozen expanse kills me...would you follow? her voice was soft as usual, but it was raw..and tempting. even she didnt know what she was doing as she flew without reason...

A flood of anger burns away the Raven and the Dragon emerges from the Ambyr and Black Cloud. The trees below him bow to the forces his emmense wings slam into them as he wheels about and begins to overtake the small raptor.

-You are decended from a proud and hounourable race! You are Immortal! You are Carpathian!-

He Catches up to her. He huge muscles eaisily propelling him as tiny licks of flame escape his flaring nostrils.

-I am Sehmu-el. I can not allow you to disrespect our bloodline in this way. Follow me into the Man-city and I will show you why carpathians are feared by all others-

syndl let out a cry and for a slip second they faced each other...then she simply fell. her form changed and she let herself fall from the sky and plummet to the ground, though at the very last moment, she faced the ground head on, and hit it running in the form of a large, sleek jungle cat. she was moving in the direction of the city. why she knew not...but she wanted to do what he said. syndl wanted the mayham and the time with him. iin fact, she felt oddly drawn to him. though the fear was there in her...she liked his obvious brute strength and reveled in his power...

Drowsy from the wine and music, Naveah closes her eyes and slowly sinks her head into the water. An image of a large cat is peering at her, looking at her as if almost smiling, the teeth sharp and gleaming in the moonlight. Startled she resurfaces and stands up, the soap & water dripping off her hair and smooth skin. Staring out the window, seeing nothing but darkness, but she could not shake the eerie feeling of being watched. Drying off and slipping on her robe, she grabs her sword and flashlight and steps into the night.

Shining the light into trees, calling out, Who goes there? Stopping at a tree, she moves closer to inspect and finds the claw markings. Looking over her shoulder, she sees that it has a view into her bath. Wonderful, she thought. A perverted cat, so much for being secluded. Hair still wet and dripping, shivering from the cold, she turns to go back in…looking over her shoulder once more, still feeling she is being watched. Whomever or whatever, let them come, they will wish they hadn’t, she thought.

miquel smiled in the dark. she was brave...she was his. he shook his head at the thought...why would she be his? he couldnt find why he was having such thoughts, possesive, sexual..he wanted to mate with ehr and say the sacred words to bind them for eternity. she had power that was evident..it was also a sign that she could be changed...he smiled in the night. she was so close..he could touch her if he wanted. instead he waited until she was a bit farther, he would not want to risk his urge to be with her then and there. he cleared his throat and stepped out of the darkness. were she his true lifemate..well he wasnt sure what would happen, but she would know...

-Clever Girl-

A little shocked by her power dive Sehmu-el is suprised by her alternate form. He checks his own dive as the beautiful cat lands and hurdles toward the city. He lands and slowly contorts back into his Raven form. He flys straight to the edge of the city and perches in a massive maple. He preens his feathers again as he waits for his feline accomplice, knowing she will have no trouble finding him.

-Where do the youth of this age congregate?-

Where there is young innocent life, there be Vampires.

syndl slowed in front of him and thought a moment. i cannot say for sure, i have seen this city once before..there is a club to the north, where there is strong pull though. they may be caling the young to them there... syndl did now know why she was with him, nor did she know why she felt restless. it may have beent he feline form, the need and want to mate..but surely the cats instincts werent calling to Sehmu-el ?! he was just nearly vampire himself...as am i..she thought to herself and shuddered. suddenly she too changed back to woman and looked at him expectantly. will you not show me your true form while we are in this city you desire to see?

Miakkoda stood up, brushing off her skirt. She sighed, lonliness filling her lungs. She walked the distance of town, and stopped hsort, before reaching the forest. She never liked hte town, with its dirty people, and where ehr dirty father was. She took a step forward, a vine growing up her leg, sprouting at ehr immense enrgy. 'this is funny.' she cocks her head to the side. She always knew that she was solid energy, adn everyone she came in contact with hated her for it, except this tiny little vine. She took another step, and a beautiful blue flower grew inbeween her toes. She smiled for the fisr time in ages, and ran. She ran as fast as her little legs would carry her, and withe ehr happy bursts of energy, plants sprouted everywhere, full trees grew twenty five feet high. She ahd never been happy before, but it seemd something alive was happy to see her. She stopped, dead in her tracks, wehn she sensed soemthing. She walked toward it, still letting the happy little flowers grow. She hid behind a tree, as it grew a few feet from her, and looked around. She noticed a boy sitting there. SHe felt a power source come from him. SHe kept watching him.

(Hey, Hyldon, i was hoping you could be the boy that i'm spying on :20: )

"KRraww"

The pupilless deep red eye focuses on her.

*Blink*

-True form? I am more at home in the Raven and the Beast now than I ever had been in man form-

The Raven hops out of the tree.

-Have no costume to wear into this 'Club' and my present form is more efficient for travel. I will meet you where you have indicated. I can sense the Darkness of the Changed there. I will be in the shadows between the buildings. If you insist on traveling in your Woman form watch yourself, I sense... Mischief.

Her scent stirs something in him he can't quite bring into his consious thought. He feels... almost giddy as he flys off toward the south side of the town high enuff that it would be virtually impossable to see the black avion against the ebon sky. He spirals down to the top of the building and is assaulted by the sounds coming up forn the world below. He hops to the edge of the buiilding and sees three men in the space between the buildings. One is obviously a Vampire and the other two are mortal. The Vampire watches as one of the mortals draws a knife and swiftly inserts it into the small fat mans throat. After the man falls to the ground clutching his thraot the Vampire kicks him in the head and he falls the reat of the way.

The Vampire closes the suitcase that sits on the front of the Mercedes only to drop it when a huge black Raven lands on top of the car. John sees Val drop the bag and bends to pick it up. As he stands to ask what was going on the Raven lands on his shoulders and uses his razor sharp beak to pluck out and swallow both of the mortals eyes.

-I sense no fear from you Vermin, Can it be that you do not know who I am?-

The Raven flys up to the roof and is joined there shortly by the Vampire.

"I don't give a shit who you are. I'm not even sure what the fuck you are. But I do know that I'm gonna kill you're sorry ass."

The Vampires attack is caught by Sehmu-els huge hands and the smaller creatures arms both snap in his grip. Val pulls his broken arms from Sehmu-els hands and sets the bones which heal almost instantly. The Vampire looks at his enemies chisled features and at his huge muscular body and recognition dawns on his face. He shifts into the hidious night crawler he has become and launches himself at the Carpathian. Expecting the Vampire to run from him once he recognized his true identity Sehmu-el is hit hard by the creatures blow and they both fly off of the building landing in a spray of glass on top of the Mercedes. The Vampires biggest mistake was entering the Carpathians grasp. Sehmu-el tears off one of the dirty creatures arms as he grabs its throat with his other hand. There isn't much blood.

"You are weak. This is too easy."

The Vampire tears at his arm with his remaining limb until Sehmu-el prys open its rib cage with his free hand. Vals insides spill down the Carpathians front and splatter into the mangled vehicle. Sehmu-el removes his heart and throws the carcass to the ground next to the still writhing mortal. After consumeing the heart Sehmu-el removes the big mans jacket and leggings. He is able to fit into the mans costume. It is a tight fit however. It is constucted mainly of black leather. Including the boots.

He picks the now naked mortal up by his throat and asks.

"Why do you work with the Vamipres?"

"I...I...Val promised he would... that he would give me the 'gift'."

With a squeeze of his hand Sehmu-el snaps off the big mans head.

"Wrong answer."

syndl meanwhile had made it into the club. she was broadcasting everythig that went on with her friend on the outside. she made her way to the bar, it was odd, the disgust she felt. the place was crawling with vampires, and she, being an unclaimed female of the carapthians..well she had basicaly wlaked into a death trap. why? did she expect Sehmu-el to protect her. no..she could feel the energy and the eyes of the vampires as they watched her. as they felt her with thier minds. they wanted her and she tried everything in her not to call out to her friend, or simply breakdown. how she hated thier kind. she had been violated and broken becuase of one, and now she sat in thier nest trying to pretend to be soemthing she most obviously wasnt. she gasped lightly, feeling a strain for air as thier rancid survival crawled over her skin. if one decided to take her, she knew that she could not defend herself,a nd even after praying for death, she wishd to be out of this and to survive...

He felt her touching his mind then.

What really suprised him was from where he felt her presence. She had entered the adders nest alone. There was no doubt in his mind that a Carpathian female could take a Vampire but there were at least twenty in the small room she was in alone. He straightend the tight leathers about his stout frame and made his way around to the front ofthe building carefully masking his identity from the creatures he encounters on his way to the door both mortal and immortal. He walked right past the bouncers and waded up to take a seat next to her at the bar.

-You do have a deathwish don't you?-

Thier knees touch and it makes his skin ripple as he almost lets go and shifts into the Beast. "What is your game... Lady?"

syndl looked at him fully for the first time. "you do not realize, as i stay unclaimed and bound to no one, the scent is far and wide, it is a surprise that they have not found me already, if anything i have merely sped up the inevitable..." she looked at her hands, where they sat soft on the silk material of her flowing black dress. "what exactly is your game sir?" she watched him now, intrested in his appearance. so this was what the man looked like. it frightened her to know that he was more beast this way, than he was in his raven frm. she also was surprised to realize just how much of the darkness was in him. he was precariously close to changing. she shuddered. yet...he was a comforting touch int he club. she could feel the evil of the others and the tiant onthe humans, as it moved across her skin like a breeze..and yet near him she felt somewhat...cleaner. if that were possible. yes..she felt...a lot of things. heady int he warm club and his steady frame near him, her feline sense form before made her remember the stron ugre to mate. she wondered why and was startled when she realized that it must be her. she must be close to change as well, and was so lost that like others who changed she felt nothing but the crave for blood and the sex of others she could not have. yes..that had to be it. then..why wasnt she craving the blood? she shook her head. surely he as not her lifemate, they would have known immediately. she sighed so completely unsure. suddenly her senses flared.

a vampire, watching them in the corner she snarled and let her hair cover her face, though there was no way she could hide from them. phantom wounds hurt her in private places as she remembered darius and she shuddered letting a small wimper escape her. why had she come here?! she glared at Sehmu-el....why had he brought her to the city?!

((PLAYERS: we need to all esablish a connection, so if all of you could some how make it to the little club two of us are in now, that would be great...as someone pionted out, we need to establish a bond and somehow form together to help develop the plot. thank you...))

Daryl heard something of a new club opening. He looked around, looking for a location to this club. He eventually found it. He walked in, and searched for the ones who were like him. He spotted what looked like to be Syndl. He walked up, and greeted her.

((im in a club with M. right now exodius...))

Lucritia parked by the side of the street near the club she slid her legs elegantly out and walked in, she knew others of her kind were here, good excellent. She scanned the room her eyes sweeping across the throng of people instantly picking out her kin

((Check the edit, Alex. ))