well, now that the rush of Valentine's Day is over, it's time for some craziness. . . literally! ^^
This is a draw for 2 of the crazy Trance gryvern babies.
those two on the right! *points* The one on the ground is hemophobic; she's scared of blood. I haven't figured out the clinical term for the other one, but her sister enjoys making things bleed, even herself! Of course, why cut yourself when you can bleed your freaked out sibling? ^^;;;;
this is another RP required draw. why? b/c these guys won't grow if they aren't RPed and. . . they're just too fun to not RP. . . ^^;;;; your RP sample needs to use whichever of the girls you want.
name: Butterfly e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org which one: Love of Blood x) comments: >.> She will be /so/ fun to RP.
Blood; just the word was enough to cause a shiver of excitement to run down the female’s lean back. She allowed the anticipation to boil up inside her for a tensing moment, but then shook her head; she couldn’t take it for another second, not having the crimson liquid dripping nearby. She glanced around, hoping for an unsuspecting rabbit or hare to have wandered by, their blood always came out rapidly, unlike the birds that chirped from branches above. There weren’t any other creatures to be seen, her reputation of a ‘vampire’ was indeed known by all.
The female rolled her eyes with dissatisfaction and sauntered over to the riverbed she knew so well from past escapades. She knew the area well, and didn’t hesitate to take her weapon of choice; a sliver of sharp rock that easily could pierce the skin. With a glance around, this event was always kept private; the female shot the stone deep into her right forearm, causing a small sigh of relief and pain to escape her. With a small whimper, she released the stone from her veins and watched with fascination and primitive enjoyment as the blood dripped in a steady pace. The female then looked downward as the blood fell into the water, causing the liquid flowing under her to turn a light, pinkish color. After she had seen her fill, the female rinsed the wound; another scar for her collection. It was worth it though, this is what she wanted in life, and what she needed.
Post by tigeressrikku on Feb 16, 2006 7:27:28 GMT -5
name: Tigs e-mail: email@example.com which one: the blood hating one ^^ comments: I know I probably won't get this one as my Gryvern luck has been outstanding lately but she just sounds sooooo coooool. All my characters are usually bloodlusters, so to have one so anti-blood would just be hilarious X3. RP sample: Her stomach quivered in time with her lip. How could she?! That sister of hers... always trying to make her upset. The blood smeared along the tree next to her was by no means accidental. She'd fallen asleep right beneath it, and it was a small blessing that the blood was on the tree and not on her. Nonetheless, she stumbled in a daze, hindquarters shifting awkwardly in her attempt at making a casual getaway. She expected to hear the giggling but nothing came.
Her nose scented the air tentatively, ebony bangs blowing in her face. It was unfortunate that her sight was hindered, otherwise she might have seen the leaping form which came from her right. As it was, she managed to roll with her sister atop her, wailing miserably at the cut on her sister's paw, which was on her right arm. "Stop IT!" She yelled, almost hysterically, as she thrashed below her sister, eyes wide. When a claw came up with the threat of tearing her skin, she went passive, on the border of passing out right then and there. Her sister thought it a joke, just a funny game, she never understood why the more reserved femme hated blood so. Come to think of it, did She even understand? Not really. Perhaps she'd ask her parents someday, but at the time, it was too embarassing. Sighing in defeat, trying to calm her hysterics, she tucked her head in and waited for her sister to loose interest in the ball of terrified blue fur.
This never worked however, it only egged the sadistic femme on more. Slicing a claw down her back, the red Gryvern howled with delight as her sister let out a scream which sounded like it may have ruptured her vocals. It tortured her more because she could feel it, smell it, but not see it. She had to know how to stop it! But she couldn't even reach! Running about now in frantics, fleeing was only half of what she was attempting. Water... yes water would wash it off! But her sister was still prancing jovially behind her, bumping into this and that so that scratches formed and small chunks of skin were removed.
It was a vapour... seeping into her mind. The red cloud seemed to encase her brain, smothering it... smothering it... She never even felt her limp body hit the ground.
name: Rhayeqasr e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org which one: the bloodlusting one ^_^ comments: Rhaye doesn't have one...yet... She looks incredibly fun to role play, why note start off with something I know I'll enjoy roleplaying? RP sample:
Before I write something up, I must ask: do you mind if it gets slightly violent? Heh, I wouldn't write anything that's over a PG13 rating, but...yeah
They say this is the city, the city of angels. But all I see is dead wings.
Post by Sith Lord FP on Mar 7, 2006 12:30:35 GMT -5
name: Arielle e-mail: FlyingPantherArielle@gmail.com which one: Sadist? (At Least I would think that is what you call a "Blood Loving") comments: Well, I don't know if I was original or not, but I really wanted to be >.>. I was trying to show a different side to someone who is crazy, one who knows its crazy, but can do absolutely nothing about it. Vrs. Just being crazy and loving it. Well, They would still love it...seeing how, thats what makes them crazy and continue to do their crazy acts, but yeah...they regret and know about their crazyness in a sence.
Oh no. Her body tenced, as she felt her unusual urge well within her. Her brown eyes shifted nervously and her body began to show signs of hyperventalation as her ribs quickly expand and collapse and the upper skin of her muzzle flapped slightly with every breathe. Not Again. She had already caused enough trouble, doing what she did every single time this intence feeling came about. She couldn't let herself, It was wrong to hurt another creature. It was wrong. Yet, none of her protesting seemed to sway the beast silently growing inside her. Soon it would break the skin, and emurge out of her small frame to devour and rip and maim. She looked at her sibling.
"Break the skin," She whispered very quietly, as the monster chanted it's seductive words in her ear.
Why not, she had done it so many times before, made her bleed and cry. She took a deep sentual sigh remembering the blood. She had enjoyed it. What a terrible thing, what a terrible gryvern she was. The monster continued. No, not today. She ran off, away from the calling of her sister behind her. She could not put her sister in danger of complete bloodloss again. She hid in a small cave, just as it started to rain. The monster within her roared with anger at the lost prize, and she smirked slightly. Maybe she did have control of it? She was wrong. As punishment for her trechery, the urge within her became stronger, willing herself to cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, CUT, CUT, CUT, CUT.
It wasn't long before her body was laced with large gashes. Once she had seen the first river of dark dark blood against her bright red fur she just couldn't stop herself. She pleaded mentally. But in the end it was the monster who won. She lay there, in a small pool of her blood, body completely aching and shuddering with delightful pain. She closed her eyes and sighed in an almost orgasmic feel of realise as the monster was quenched of his thurst.
Her blood ran outside to meet the small puddles of water the rain was starting. It mingled with the other liquid, swirling and clouding, finally becoming perfectly mixed. Then she realized with a sick feeling in her stomach, that she would never be able to mingle normally, not with this....disease of hers. The pleasures of before were gone in an instant, and she howled sobs into the dark raining sky.