GuiltyPleasure
Newbie
Registration Date: 03-24-2009
Posts: 0
Location: London
Race in game: Beastmaster
Clan: Star Wolve
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 Cabal of the Wolf recruiting (WOLF) |
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In the thick of it
Gun shots explode around Guilty’s head, insanely loud that close to her. PATH keeps firing, the gun shoved into the enemies face. The head is a red mass. There is no face left, yet “the body” springs up and throws itself at PATH. Striper2 is close behind, a gun fires through the body’s chest. He is trying to make a hole through the chest. The body jerks and jumps with the power of it. PATH and Striper 2 are so cool, so professional…so accurate.
A blur rushes in front of Guilty. She realises that the 3rd blur is Jones, her black panther. He has thrown his body in the way of the shooting, and is slugging it out, hand to claw.
Swordblade, his shoulder length hair a dark brown, almost black. He wears leather, like fifteenth century battle hardened leather crossed with the modern motorcycle leather. His shuriken are a blur of death.
Luciena eyes turn from lavender to the deeper colour of lilacs, if flowers could burn with anger and force of personality. Her auburn ankle length hair spilling around her body as she slices the throat of her victim. Blood splashing across her face in a hot liquid rush.
Berthal is muscular like a swimmer. His hair the rich deep brown of chestnuts. His eyes behind his dark sun glasses flash chartreuse, the yellow green of a leopard. He hacks at a corpse with an axe. Hands and less identifiable bits litter the ground around him. He stands over the corpse with a wild look in his eyes.
Luckinais wears a dress between cream and white, matching her skin and hair. She is all white and cream and pearls. Her eyes are a solid black, lashes golden, eyebrows gold and white. White blonde hair falls down her back, a circlet of silver set with pearls and tiny diamonds sits at her brow. A sight of light and beauty…as her blade goes through the soft tissue under the jaw of another poor soul. With a sharp wet movement, the tip of the blade hits the bone at the roof of the mouth…and keeps on going. She takes a dainty step back, trying not to get too much blood on her shoes.
Rakhan’s eyes sparkle, grinning as he guts another victim. Laughing with his head thrown back . A full throated laugh…a good laugh.
A flash of colour in the corner of Narmolanya’s eyes, her heavy solid black, waist length hair falls over one shoulder as she looks up. A slow smile on her lips as she sees Yrgwillion’s dragon. Soaring on thermals of hot air, scales glinting blue/green like the feathers of a peacock. Eyes of liquid gold searching, watching. Spotting her target, she tucks her wings tight to her body and plummets like a stone to earth. Her mouth splits wide, scooping up enemy warriors like sweets, chewing happily as she flaps her huge leather wings, once, twice, to return to the dizzying heights once more. Yrgwillion's eyes flash with a moment of shining power, like quiet lightning.
A monster comes in fast, going for the throat of Unbanned. He plunges his thumbs into its eyes, its own momentum pushing them deeper in. He feels the eyeballs rupture, exploding in warm fluid and thicker things.
A black spider is carried on the air by her gossamer thread. Rachel. A small insignificant creature. Or so you would think. But in the heat of battle, a man does not notice when she falls into his hair. Is blissfully unaware as she scuttles down his neck into his shirt. The vibrations of his heart are felt through her many legs. And he will never know, as she sinks her tiny fangs into his skin. Dropping suddenly to his knees, dead before his face hits the ground. In the silence of death, a small black spider emerges from the sleeve of the unfortunate. Unnoticed, invisible. Deadly.
Pastor moves like a well oiled machine, muscles rippling under his pale skin. Tall and not an ounce of fat on him. He is all hard lean muscle.
Yanovsky and Jakethepirate exchange a look between them. One look, no words, as they turn towards the battle with one goal in mind. To kill in anyway they could.
Warlock walks calmly into the fray. Pausing, he gives out a long piercing whistle. A giant bear barrels past him and Warlock reaches out to brush his fingertips across that shaggy pelt of dark brown fur. The bears eyes are a fierce honey brown, claws the size of daggers. One swipe of his huge paws will tear a man in half. His master watches with pride as the bear begins his rampage.
A white and grey she wolf trots past Armand, glancing up into his wolf amber eyes. The meat of a human thigh clamped between her teeth. The she wolf has her prize. Until the next time. A terrified warrior runs past…with a second wolf, as black as night, snarling at his heels. Then a third wolf joins in the hunt, his sable fur rippling in the wind…a howl of blood lust filling the air.....
Cabal of the Wolf calls her warriors..... Come join the clan of the WOLF. Be a part of a family.
Entry points is 5. Apply and find your home
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Perfection requires a touch of madness
This post has been edited 1 time(s), it was last edited by GuiltyPleasure: 11-20-2009 19:46.
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