HUNTIN' TIME! [o]

[demonfire]

((Pick one, hunter or vampire, anyone can join anytime. THIS IS MEH CHANCE TO SHINE. The charrie can be one from TMA or completely made up, or you! Setting is a thick forest, where light scarcely shines. Stereotypical 'I'm going to suck your blood' type vamps please, don't go all freaky with super-vampires. Weapons, have up to three, but don't go crazy on the enchantments, one to two, and pets are perfectly acceptable, don't make them uber-powerful, and only one please!.))

Brandon walked through the forest, sporting a sword of true Vampire Slayers, a long, light broadsword, tipped with a potion to cancel the super-regeneration of the vampires, and a long, curved to a crescent moon-like shape, dagger underneath his cloak with the same enchantment, a decapitation on a handle. His blue-green eyes shined in the darkness, and an amulet around his neck, in the shape of a moon, ironically, gave off a light as bright as the sun. He bore the broadsword on his back, and on him he wore a cloak, that concealed all of his armor underneath, just oiled as to not creak. The cloak itself had a collar that went all the way around his neck, and came up to cover his mouth, and was a dark-tan color that almost blended in with the darkness. The armor was a sturdy armor of a gray color, and light in weight, perfect for a little hunting expedition.

By his side was his pet 'Sunflower', a dog-like beast with a misleading name, it's far from being peaceful. It had a pure yellow coat, with fur around it's head sticking up and sharp as spikes, giving the impression of flower petals, and pure black eyes, giving it the impression of looking like a flower. It had indescribably sharp teeth, along with control over light, making it a perfect vampire hunting partner.

The beast paused for a moment, and began to shake it's fur, releasing small sparkles of light, illuminating small areas of the forest floor, looking like yellow embers. Brandon continued on walking, and soon the beast caught up. He longed for a hunt, the more into the future the world went, the harder it was to find them. His father used to hunt in a time where you could be outside not even 5 minutes and come across a fang, and he had a whole wall full of vampire teeth, his equivalent to deer heads, and Brandon wanted to accomplish the same. He had somewhat of a vendetta against vampires, after all, it was them that turned his mother and sister, and he had to put them down after they couldn't control the blood lust any longer.

He stopped and lit some wood, and then lit it at a nice clearing. He sat to the side of the fire and decided to make camp for the night, although it was hard to tell night from day in this place. His eyelids drooped heavily, and he was forcing them to stay awake, until they finally dropped. He would have to rely on Sunflower to alert him through the night.

[hannah montana]

REBA KILLED J00 AAAAALL WITH HER MAD WOLF POWERS

[Skulls And Pie]

High in a tree sat a tall teenage boy. He ran his fingers through his short, brown hair with curls in the front. A small drop of blood ran down from his bloodstained lips. Far in the woods lay the cadaver of a deer with punture marks in its neck. His tongue quickly lapped up the drop, not letting it be wasted. His fingers reached for his scythe, which was in a sheath on his back. His fingers ran up and down the smooth ebony handle, and he pricked his middle finger on the orichalkos blade, lapping up the river that came out. He heard someone on the ground, somewhere in the forest, but not yet to him. He sniffed and the scent of a dog travelled up his nostrils, his face clearly showing his disgust. He licked his fangs and smirked mischeviously. This would be fun. He quickly but silently got up and brandished his scythe, Poe, in his left hand. Quite fun. He began to wonder whether he would decapitate them, or just stab them with the blade. He extended his right arm and a bat perched on it. "Aw... there, there. Would you like to join in?"

[demonfire]

((BLAST YOU REBA!...BLAST YOU!))

Sunflower let loose a low growl as it smelled the scent of blood, guessing that it was a fang. Brandon silently awoke from his nap, and put his right hand on his sword, leaving it sheathed, at least until the fang came closer, and his left on his dagger, or as he liked to call it, decapitation on a handle. His breathing remained the same, although his heart rate was quickening as he prepare himself for the thrill of the battle.

Sunflower's hide began to shake furiously, not in fear, but in preparing for the battle. It was airing itself out of the extra light still trapped in its fur, and shaking the fur spikes to prepare for combat. The sunlight embers silently fell to the forest floor, providing even more light than the fire itself, but of course, that was a trap, almost literally, moths to the flame.

[Skulls And Pie]

Trevor chuckled quietly as he heard the dog. More bats had come to perch on his arm. "What am I, the Jesus of Bats?" he whispered to them. At the sound of the dog, he whispered to them, "Canis! Aggredi! The flock of bats flew around the forest for a second and then moved in on the dog, attacking him with their fangs. Trevor liked to play with his prey, and he silently dropped his watch on the ground and began to run and jump from branch to branch as quietly as he could.