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Hunted Rp
Hunted Rp
Hello, everyone! New rp! Now, if you don't know me, I make my rps super organized. So, this rp is about monsters, who aren't really that bad, just misunderstood. People are hunting them down, and in this rp it is about surviving.
Rules:
1. NO OP CHARRIES.
2. Monsters are things like: Vampires, werewolves, witches, ect ect. No monsters made-up by yourself. No exceptions.
3. I will check your post to see if it's allowed.
4. Only 1 or 2 charries, please.
5. You can also make a person who hunts the hunted (Though I know everyone will want to be the hunted).
Form:
Name:
Age:
Appearance and Gender (Please include a lot of imformation in this part):
Personality (Please include a lot of information in this part):
Monster or Hunter:
If monster, type:
Backstory (This is optional, but I would prefer it):
Other:
My charries:
Name: Cain
Age: 15
Appearance and Gender: Male, Jet black slightly long hair. Nearly black brown eyes. Shortish, barefoot. Wears ripped brown pants. Can sometimes wear a black shirt but prefers not to.
Personality: Friendly, but very protective of friends. Is scared of his werewolf powers, and wishes he wasn't a werewolf. Kinda shy, but will say what he thinks is right. Will get into a person's face if they disagree. Powerful.
M or H: Monster
Type: Werewolf.
Backstory: Turned into a werewolf at age 5, kicked out from the house by his family. Lived in the woods with a pack of werewolves, was taught to kill humans, but now lives alone and fears his powers.
Other: Lives in forest.
Name: Willow
Age: 13
Appearance and Gender: Long redish hair, brown eyes. Average height, wears a long brown cloak. Black tanktop and long pants. Boots.
Personality: Proud, a planner, clever. Lies and milipulates others to get what she wants. Harsh, a loner, A bit sarcastic and makes good jokes around her few friends.
M or H: Monster.
Type: Witch
Other: Lives in forest.
submitted by Danie
(May 16, 2015 - 3:18 pm)
(May 16, 2015 - 3:18 pm)
Silvermoon~
I feel the supermoon's power. Oh, if only I could change now! But we must wait. Wait until Father Day has entirely slunk away and Mother Night rules the sky. Some lycanthropes fear the change. But the Wro'Schen do not. The Wro'Schen do not cower in fear. We conquer. The last of Father Day's light slips away. The moon's power pulses in my veins. The alpha male and my partner, Clawstrike, is by me. I look at him, at the silver claw markings on his face, at his dark eyes and hair. "Ready?" I ask.
"Ready as I'll ever be," he says.
We face the moon and howl. In the howl are all my feelings. My impatience released. My love for transformation conveyed. Finally.
My features elongate and become a wolf snout as my teeth grow into fangs. My ears slide up to the top of my head as they morph into wolf ears. My clothes melt into my skin and become fur as my hands and feet become paws and I land on all fours. Then finally I feel my tail. My transformation is complete. I look over at Clawstrike. His is, too. Where a boy had been standing there was a black wolf.
The Wro'Schen werewolf pack take off into the shadows of Mother Night, Clawstrike and I in the lead.
(May 19, 2015 - 11:25 pm)
Fiona~
Then I hear the wolves. Werewolves to be precise. Their howls are much closer now, and I freeze with fear. Next thing I know, I'm throwing up in a tree throwing pinecones at a whole pack. "Leave me alone!" I shout, hurling a pinecone at larger one. I begin to work my way up the tree, getting higher by the second. Suddenly what seems to be an invisible pair of arms yanks me off the tree and tosses me on the ground. In front of the wolves. I shriek and scramble backwards, hitting an unseen barrier. The werewolves seem to have hit one to, for they come no closer. Next to me, is the witch. "What do you want!?!" I ask, scrambling away from her.
"Why is a human girl roaming the woods?" she asks with a laugh.
"I heard a scream, thought i might check I out."
She mimicksthe scream I had heard earlier, perfectly. "Very stupid."
I gulp and nod, "And so I'm coming to believe..."
(May 20, 2015 - 3:09 am)
Silvermoon~
That girl... whatever she is, she's throwing pinecones at us. One of the pm hits Clawstrike. He howls in rage, letting the whole pack know: Attack. Kill.
(May 20, 2015 - 9:54 am)
Fiona~
I am fully backed up against the witches barrier, she is shrinking it, bringing the werewolves in. I could reach out an arm and touch one. Then, suddenly I sing. I have no idea why, it just happened. But for some strange, obscure reason, the wolves stop, the witch freezes, and the barrier breaks. I stop singing for a moment to step out, but the witch places it again. "What did you just do!?" she screeches.
I sing this in reply, "Umm, I have no idea what I'm doing, but why don't you go away and never touch me again?"
To my utter amazement, they leave. I hold that last note even when I turn and run.
(May 20, 2015 - 1:30 pm)
Willow~
I think for a moment, trying to revive all my monster knowledge.
"Siren. You're a siren," I whisper. After I'm far away from that singing note, I rush back, pulling my hand up to get my broom.
I soar upward, looking for the girl. I see her in front of me, running as fast as she can go.
I pull up toward her, stopping the girl from going any further.
She tries to sing, but I shove my fist into her mouth.
"One breath, and you're-" I pull my finger across my throat. She nods. I bind her in invisible chains, and push her back toward my house.
***
Sorry if I'm getting too op. I just got a little plot idea and I'm kinda excited.
(May 20, 2015 - 8:17 pm)
Fiona~
I grin my sore jaw back and forth, making sure it still works. So many questions run through my head, but one question remains after the rest, I'm a siren?
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Sorry this is so short...
(May 20, 2015 - 11:08 pm)
Grind, not grin
(May 21, 2015 - 12:59 pm)
Rowena~
I stare out at the night sky. The full moon is high. I clutch my locket. It's the only thing I have left of mother. The werewolves howl outside. Shivering, I close the curtains. Tonight, father and the other men are going to gaurd our little town from the monsters. I whip my head around as I hear a noise outside my door. I creep towards it, dagger at the ready. A werewolf pops through the door. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!" It takes it's mask off. It's my annoying little brother. "You should have seen the look on your face!" He's rolling on the floor, laughing. "JONAAAAAH!!!!!!!! I'M GOING TO THROTTLE YOU!!!!" Before I can reach him, he darts out the door. *Sigh* I go and lock my window.
(May 20, 2015 - 11:28 pm)
Fiona~
We arrive at the witch's hut. It stinks of something i cannot, and if I could, should not name. I crinkle up my nose as the witch shoves me in. Its really a wretched place. It even looks stinky. She shoves me over to a rotten bench. She points her finger down at the green-ish floor and something sits me down on the chair. I grimace as the chair squelches underneath me. Did it just squelch?
(May 21, 2015 - 11:38 pm)
Dulciana~
The full moon is bright enough to light my way to my garden. I pass some of my statues. Some of them are ones I bought. The others...... lets just say they were the people unfortunate enough to wander into my garden. I pick some grapes from a near grapevine, and feed them to my four snakes. I don't bother the humans. But when I do go into their towns, I hide my snakes and just go to buy stuff.
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I sit on a stone bench in a little clearing. This is the best time to read in the garden. Nobody dares to go near the forest at night, and the moon is just bright enough to see the words. I read a'loud to my snakes. One by one, they each fall asleep, resting on my shoulders. I put my book in a pouch, and head into my cave.
(May 22, 2015 - 6:03 pm)
Rowena~
I am SOOOOOO bored!!!! I want some EXCITEMENT!!! But NO! I have to stay home and worry about my father's safety!! *GRRRRR* Okay. *Deep Breath* I'm going on a walk.
I throw on my clothes and my cloak. Grabbing my dagger, I creep out the door. I clutch my locket close to me as I walk farther away from my house. I start to think of what I would do if I encounter a monster. I get lost in my thoughts, when I realize I am now in the woods.
(May 24, 2015 - 7:33 pm)
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(May 25, 2015 - 12:26 am)
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(May 26, 2015 - 12:18 am)
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(May 26, 2015 - 12:58 pm)