Sunset Over Bethesda: A Horror-Western RPG – v.2!

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:laugh: Now for something completely different!!! :laugh:
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The Story:

May, 1875 ~ New Mexico Territory

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The town of Bethesda lies at the furthest edges of the territory and hovered on the verge of collapse when, almost miraculously, silver was discovered by a local prospector. In less than six months this quiet little outpost has grown into a wild, dangerous place crawling with desperate fortune-seekers, enterprising gamblers and other denizens of dubious moral character. Eager land barons are vying for a piece of the riches, laying the foundations for a new railroad station and a complete re-vitalization of the economy.

Wealthy young people from the best families in the ‘civilized’ eastern United States flock to its dusty streets, determined to transform it into a slice of cobblestoned, nineteenth-century elegance: a beacon of hope and triumph over barbarism. Immigrants from Ireland, Korea, Britain, China, Poland, Germany, Eastern Europe and India arrive by the dozens seeking religious, cultural and political freedom. The local Navajo, suffering the same widespread persecution as other tribes throughout the country, have stayed on uneasy terms with Bethesda for nearly three decades, but the influx of arrogant new settlers intent upon fulfilling the call of Manifest Destiny is stretching tensions to the breaking point and it is here that your journey begins.

Will you be an example of virtue, a slave to vice or perhaps a traveler on a path defined in shades of grey?

RULES:
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1) I will not accept any characters who are demons/angels or half-demons/half-angels. Race choices are human (includes shape-shifters), werewolves and vampires. There is no ‘vampire war’ here, sorry! This is the Old West! Why have werewolves vs. vampires when there are stagecoaches to rob, rich circles to infiltrate, towns to burn and cattle to rustle?!

2) The maximum number of characters a person can play in one RPG is four. No god-modding or Mary-Sues/Gary-Stus......everyone appreciates a well-rounded character!

3) If a player is unable to attend the RPG, don’t despair! I will NOT delete or kill off that character. Remember: we all have lives outside of this little slice of cyberspace! Some of us have to work 40+ hours or attend five college classes a week and take care of families. This RPG was planned with extremely busy people in mind! The character in question will simply be stated as sleeping, at the local pub.....et cetera.

4) No Bumping or one-sentence length posts. It's tedious and annoying for players to sift through 100+ page RPGs of "bump" and "plz u got 2 help her said joey"

5) HAVE FUN.

Name Guide Links
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Worried about finding the perfect name for your character? Here are some links that I find very useful.....
Character List:

- Doctor Lassen
** Doctor Lassen & siblings
**Various NPCs

- James the Hunter
**Jim "Shotgun" Roy
**Philip "Phil" Roy

-Father Coram
**Cyrus/Cy

-David Schofield
**Jameson "Schofield" McCoy

-MissRayne
**Evangeline Barrett

-Peril
**Eldon|Silas

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Name:
(Within reason, please! Names such as Envy Bella Crimson or Vinny Stampthenoob are unacceptable. )
Age:
(22 +)
Race:
(I do not allow characters who are demons, demi-gods or angels)

Gender:
(self-explanatory!)

Occupation:
(not everyone is rich….some of us have to be farmers and butchers, eh?)

Physical characteristics/Appearance:
(Be creative, please. It simply makes the RPG lose credibility when everyone looks as though they have stepped out of a music video.)

Biography:
(Time-period appropriate, but HAVE FUN! :D )
Please check your grammar by using Microsoft Word or any spellcheck program!



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The varied hues brought by the gathering twilight wove a tapestry of colors across the sky, carefully observed by the lone man perched on the rooftop of Bethesda’s largest hotel. He cocked his head and sighed, watching the latest procession of wagons and riders meandering towards the town like a thin ribbon. Bethesda had been so quiet once, the perfect place for a Union veteran to set up his private practice as a physician and surgeon. Shrieking laughter rose from an open window, followed by the crash of something sailing through the aforementioned window’s glass panes. The man leaned forward, peering down at the balcony below as a woman stumbled to its edge, clearly intoxicated and giggling while her paramour led her away. The man groaned in frustration.

Give her a month and she would be in his office, vehemently denying his diagnosis of pregnancy or bawling and begging for mercury pills. These unfortunate women only turned to this sort of occupation out of desperation, not desire, as so many people believed, yet they paid the ultimate price. Their reputations were forever sullied, but the men who funded their livelihood received nothing more than a hypothetical slap on the wrist. No one cared if they infected their unsuspecting wives with diseases which could be passed on to their children. It was seen as tragic, yet there were no arrests, no public beatings. Time was when a man who behaved that way was dragged through the streets and whipped, but not in this century.

“Pigs.” The man hissed.

He dropped from his perch onto another balcony, his olfactory system informing him that the boarded-up room it led to was currently unoccupied and had been so for at least several years. The air itself seemed stale as he effortlessly pried off a few of the wooden boards nailed across the broken window and caught a whiff before slipping through the chipped frame with soft cursing. He tumbled into the room, choking on a cloud of dust the impact stirred up from the oak-plank floor.

Wincing, the man stood, brushed off his trousers and took note of a decrepit vanity situated within the range of the moonlight, the single crack illuminated briefly. He stepped closer, bracing his hands on the smooth edges of the vanity’s open drawer. A pair of dark eyes stared back at him from a weary face bearing wrinkles at the corners of the sockets, though he otherwise appeared to be no older than thirty-five. The man ran a hand through his straight black hair, touching the glass. Where had the little boy in the mirror gone?

A creak, loud and grating, could be heard just beyond the door exiting the room. The man waited with baited breath and let his canines descend. If someone wanted a fight, they would get it…..for Doctor Donovan T. Lassen was not a man to cross.


OOC: Thus begins our tale!!!
 

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Ahhhh a RP that isnt a one sentence post. I have to join this.

Name: Jim "Shotgun" Roy

Age: 36

Race: Human

Gender: Male


Occupation: Bounty Hunter, Bartender, and Miner, with bootlegging, murdering, robbing, and selling narcotics


Physical characteristics/Appearance: Very tall man with a height of 6'1. Black slick hair, with a "Lemmy" styled beard (Ik Lemmy is not to the time period, but it's the only way Ik how to call it). A right crescant shaped scar around his right eye. Tan skin. Brown eyes. Short nose, rounded forehead. Muscular. Wears a variety of clothes, mostly black.

Biography: A man from Western Texas, Jim has been working as a bounty hunter as long as he can remember. He is known for his "Never alive" and for his use of killing his marks with a shotgun. He has been retired for two years, as he had enough money to do what he loves best. Selling whiskey and beer. He owns his own little saloon in Bethesda, which is known for his fair prices and his all around honesty. He is one of the closest friends to the Navajo, who treats them better than most wealthy men in town. He still works as a bounty hunter if somebody comes into his saloon with a price on his head, still following his old policy of shoot to kill. He, though an honest man, is also a crime lord. He robs from the rich.. He murders those who try to mess with him. He sells drugs to make money. And he also bootlegs things that aren't allowed in Bethesda. He still however, tries to be an honest man. Even though, life probably will never let him be an honest man.
 

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(OOC: Welcome aboard, James and Father Coram! I suppose I'll post Donovan's biography!!! Let's get this wagon train of terror and mayhem moving!)

Name: Donovan T. Lassen [spoil] Steal credit for Donovan and I will hunt you down![/spoil]

Age: Appears to be in his mid-to-late thirties


Race: Unkown


Gender: Male

Occupation: doctor, surgeon and undertaker, if required.

Physical characteristics/Appearance: Strong East Coast Native American facial features, copper complexion, brown eyes and straight, long black hair often tied back in a ponytail. Stands about 5’10 tall and has a muscular build stemming from his active lifestyle and certain nocturnal habits.


Biography:

Donovan was born in Salem, Massachusetts, the tenth of twelve children his Cherokee mother bore his Irish father. An abusive, arrogant, condescending man, Donovan’s father scorned those of his offspring who carried more pronounced traits of their mother’s bloodline, yet even those who carried less risked beatings and emotional abuse. As he grew to manhood, Donovan dedicated his life to the practice of medicine, blending the most modern findings with his knowledge of traditional healing herbs.

Yet the psychological and emotional trauma inflicted by witnessing the death of his mother, whom his father cruelly murdered when she caught him in an affair when Donovan was thirteen, and the childhood abuse haunted the young man, who fell into alcoholism. During the War Between the States, Donovan served with distinction, earning accolades for bravery above and beyond the call of duty as a field surgeon in the 76th New York State Volunteers, ‘C’ Company until he was mustered into the 147th New York State Volunteers after the 76th was disbanded.

Once the war ended, Donovan travelled to Oklahoma, offering his medical expertise to the tribes that had been forcibly moved there prior to it, including the Cherokee. Appalled by the squalid conditions, he moved back to the Eastern States and spoke out harshly against these injustices, though his words fell on deaf ears. Frustrated by his white countrymen’s lack of compassion or concern, the infuriated doctor packed his bags and headed to the untamed Wild West in disgust, settling in Bethesda, where he has remained for nearly a decade as a grudgingly respected member of the community.
 
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Name: Cy, Cyrus
Age: 36
Race: Werewolf

Gender: Male


Occupation: Hunter


Physical characteristics/Appearance: Brown shabby fur, Blood red eyes with sharp fangs and claws :eek:hmy:

Biography: Cy was rasied in a family that lived with the biggest clan of werewolfs' in this area of the maountians...There pray was normaly indian tribes seeking refuge in the mountians, But while they slept him and his family moved in for a meal.
 

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Donovan slowly eased his way towards the door, his steps barely audible. A hollow, rattling noise like the last tortured gasps of a dying person faintly reached his ears, intermixed with rapid panting. The doctor had just enough time to recognize the distinctive pattern as the handle turned and clicked. Rusted hinges grated in protest from lack of oil while the door itself swung away, permitting a gaunt humanoid to slink into the room.

It growled, crouching low to the floor and whined, cracking it’s joints until it was slinking into view of the single beam of moonlight on limbs too long for a human, though the hands and feet were undoubtedly the latter. Donovan retrieved the jar containing the sage-oil mixture from the inside pocket of his vest, flinging the object at the creature and the creature screamed in an unnervingly animalistic way, it’s countenance illuminated by the dim light. It arched it’s back, blinded from the contact of the sage-oil to its eye-sockets. It shrieked again, this time forming words with a reedy intonation.

“Son of the Blood-Eater, thou dost raise thy hands against me, I who walk amidst the living unseen?”

“Yep.” Donovan replied, quickly igniting a match, then throwing it into the puddle at the creature’s feet.

Flames erupted along the monster’s skin and it charged, maddened in rage. Donovan sprinted to the boarded balcony door, kicked it down and scurried onto the roof, watching the monster writhe in agony on the floor of the room. The doctor sighed. At least the fire would only adhere to the creature and extinguished once the damnable thing was…..

Donovan winced as the creature crumpled in on itself like a broken doll, it’s liquefying internal organs smothering the flames as the trunk split apart, sending flaming goo all over the abandoned room. He frowned. The bloody alchemy worked a little too well at times.

(OOC: Enter the action!!!!)
 
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Cy raced over the cool charred ground below him as he roared and leaped off of the tip he flew through the air, he was clean, for once! He rolled as he landed with a crash and the area around him shaped into a crater from the impact. He ran agian at top speed towards a group of bandits as he neared them he roared agian ah he lanched himself up into the air and back down onto the side of a cart laying on it's side.

He growled as he swiped away a citizen attempting to help him family stuck inside of the cart, he jumped down and swung his foot as he kicked away the last remaning bandits crushing them instantly. He let out his deep raspy voice to the family, shivering in fear at his presence he brung his foot down on the cart and peered into the open hole in the canvus where a small fat child was trying to escape.

He pulled him out with one easy motion, The child scremed and attempted to beat his paw with his tiny fists. Cy gessed that he was only about 7 years of age, He brung the child up to his jaws and ripped his head off gorgin on the sweet fresh flesh of the young child.

The mother and small 3 year old girl sat silently in fear before they continued to scream, Cy placed the headless body of the child upon the cart and he shouted into the cart "SHUT UP!" he smacked the cart with his paw, they both contiued screaming he roared agian in anger and pulled the cart onto it's wheels, Cy stood about the same height as the cart...

In a desperate attempt to escape he picked up the smaller child and threw her agianst a log that had been snapped and was now sharp. Her screaming seased as she met with the pole with a loud sqishy sound... The mother screamed agian and began to crya as Cy wolfed the rest of the fat 7 year old down his parched throat...

He picked up the corpse of the younger child and scoffed her instantly without even chewing, Although humans were small he was attracted to some and so he picked up the female and held her mouth shut while he said with rotten breath "You're comming with me!" he becokned her screaming and said "Scream and you'll end up no better than your children!"

He took her back to his cave where he...(We'll just leave it there ROFL)

(Bad rapist werewolf!)
 

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(OOC: Hey it's refreshing to see actual villains!)

The next morning Donovan awoke with a start at his desk, having spent most of the night helping many of the citizens to put out the fire in the hotel's abandoned room and treating several of the dance-hall girls for burns. The doctor's face turned red in shame. This was the first time in many years he had underestimated the potency of one of his alchemical mixtures. There were no casualties, praise God, but the third floor of the hotel was in dire shape. It would take months to repair the damage. Donovan straightened his tie, grabed his hat and coat, then headed in the direction of the saloon owned by James 'Shotgun' Roy.....he needed to get plastered and forget the whole mess.
 

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"One "Shotgun" Special coming up!" Jim Roy yelled out to one of his usual customers. He was known for his weird alcoholic drink concoctions. His "Shotgun" Special was whiskey mixed with some vodka with a slight kick of ginger. It packed a punch when mixed with the right amounts, and Jim was known for his attention to detail.

Jim finished mixing the drink and gave it to the customer. The man put a quarter on the table and started to down his drink. He motioned his hand to his partner, Phillip Roy, his brother. "Take the bar for abit. I'm going to go get down to work. If the doctor comes in, motion him to my office," he said as he walked away and patted Phillip on the back. Phillip gave him a thumbs up and went to work.

Jim walked upstairs to the door on the 1st right, which was his office. He opened the door and walked to his desk. His office was a messy, but a clean place at the same time. His desk, a nice mahogany desk, had a candle on the top, with quills and notes thrown about on the desk. He had two books in the corner on top of each other. One was Charles Darwin's Theory of Evolution, and the other was his personal journal. He sat down in his chair and looked around his office for what seemed like the 1,000's time.

There was a bed in the corner, with the covers thrown about and not fixed. Trophies of buffalo heads and other creatures adorned the walls over his bed. He kept a red couch near the door, which is where the doctor usually sat. He had papers scattered around, either letters from his associates, messages from his friends, things he wrote down, or messages left by the "Creatures of Evolution Gone Wrong" as he called them. He had a bookcase next to the desk, stuffed with books and other assorted objects and trinkets. He had a gun case next to his bed, which held his signature shotgun, which he had modified into a sawn-off shotgun. It also carried his Winchester Model 1873 rifle, one of his favorites next to his shotgun.

Jim always carried a Walker Colt in a holster on the right side of his belt, and a Colt Model 1848 Percussion Army Revolver, better known as a "Dragoon", on his left side. He put his feet, which were covered in brown leather boots, on the desk and grabbed the Theory of Evolution. He grabbed his glasses and put them on, which slid down a bit on his nose. He opened the book to the last page he was on and started to read.
 

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Cy rasied from his bed as he rubbed his eyes he picked up the female and placed her in one of his "Storage draws" that he used to keep food inside, he latched the door and walked out into his so called kitchen where laying on the stone worktops were carcusses from: Previous hunts, Battle opponents and some deer meat. He had one quite a few fights between other werewolfs before, And the winner took the body.

He agian exited his cave, into the sunlight. Although werewolfs' didn't like sun dosen't mean they can't go out in it. He jumped down and flew over the land below in enormous strides to another caravan. Where he gorged himself on bandits and cavillians alike, As he wolfed them down his throat one of the children escaped and ran to the nearest town in sight...Cy ignored him due to the fact that he would catch him, Or he would die of dehidration by the time he got there...

After he had finished he plundered the carts and took all of the wealth he had stolen back to his cave, As he did so he noticed the youg boy's body was no where to be seen so he just carried on looting!
 
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Donovan entered the Roy brothers’ saloon with his gloved hands stuck deep into the pockets of his coat. His nerves were frayed at the edges, he had still not received word from his brother and the urge to snatch the bottle out of the hands of the nearest clientele gnawed at him like hunger pains. Miss Monroe, the over-worked assistant of the town clerk, drunkenly slid an arm around his waist before proceeding to rest her head in the hollow of Donovan’s shoulder.


“Mhmm…..Mr. Roy is looking for you.” She drawled, her usually tidy hair slipping out of its bun on one side, absently slapping a few coins on the bar counter. “Get him a whiskey on me. Er...make it two!”

“I think you’ve guzzled plenty, Lily dear. Why don’t you go sleep it off back home? I’m sure Mr. Ogden will need your help soon enough…..” Donovan gave the plain-looking woman a kiss on her cheek, eliciting jeers from a few rowdy miners.


"She can't get nobody but a half-breed Injun heathen 'cause nobody sensible wants a spinster! You gonna drag her back to yer dirty hut?"


Lily tottered over to the men, shaking her fist. "Don't you say such things to him, you brutes!"


"What you gonna do, spinster? You gonna telegraph his warchief?"

The doctor was mercifully spared from having to start an all-out brawl by a voice calling his name. Donovan spotted Phillip near the far corner of the establishment and allowed the man to escort him up the stairs to Jim’s office. The doctor sighed as he let himself in and sat down on the couch, flexing his right arm.

“Sorry to interrupt your reading, Jim.” Donovan apologized. He harbored a great deal of respect for the man and the last thing he wanted to do was put a melancholy cast to his day. “I only slept three hours, so forgive me if I’m not as eloquent and coherent as I normally am. See? I’m already sounding as though I belong five rungs lower on the social hierarchy.”
 
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Cy agian exited his cave, He had never been so active during the day like this! He ran down the side of the mountian and across the hard dry ground towards the town named: Bethesda. As he drew close his accute sense of hearing picked up faint chatter as it began to grow dark...

He quietly moved along the roofs' of the building leading to the saloon slinking into shadows so he would not be seen. He stopped over the roof and peered through a hole down at the person below. A slither of spit hung from his jaws, Befor he could grab it, it fell and landed upon the shoulder of the man sitting in a coat, Just as he picked up his drink.
 

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Jim turned around to the doctor. "It's alright my friend. Evolution's wrong come to kill you?" he said with a chuckle. He put down his book on the desk. "My trust for these creatures has already far gone beyond the trust I would give to monsters like these. I only decide to keep them here for the sake of Katelyn. And you know how she is," he said with a smile.

He was talking of his "wife", Katelyn. She was one of the vampires, as she called herself, that lived in the town. Jim had the chance to kill her once, but couldnt. Something between stopped them. And so, they have stayed together. As of now, Katelyn is resting. Once the sun goes down, he can spend all the time in the world with her.

"So how goes your life doctor? Any interesting catches out there?" he said with a hearty laugh.
 

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"Honestly, I haven't touched a drop of whiskey today and you know how that sets me on edge. Can't say I'm well at all. I'm certain you saw the damage to Burt's hotel. It was me, Jim. I was tracking a few of those loud-mouth miners who were giving his dance-hall girls trouble and wound up cornering what I think - and I emphasize think- was a desert hag. They generally don't venture into towns....that's the odd part. I had to kill it fast by any means necessary, the creature was about to frenzy on anyone it could get their claws on. I just happened to drop in at the right time. Maybe Katelyn could--"

Donovan stopped mid-sentence as something slick dribbled onto his coat. Dropping his glass, he pulled the Colt .45 from his own holster, glancing up at a small hole in the roof.

"Werewolf!" he snarled. "God, I thought Zachary and his boys said they'd keep an eye out for rouge ones! I should have done it myself."

As he strode back over to the door and swung it open, Lily could be seen rushing up the stairs and racing around the corner, crying hysterically while carrying the limp form of a young child, who was wailing incoherently.

"Somebody help, oh help, please! I...I can't understand a word he's saying, he doesn't seem to know English! I don't know if he's hurt!"

Donovan slipped his gun back into it's holster, meeting the woman halfway down the hall to lead her to Jim's office. The child she held could have been little more than six, with wide grey eyes and matted auburn hair. The doctor recognized the poor boy's words as French, spoken with a Marseilles accent. Quickly, he took the boy from Lily and placed him on Jim's couch.

"Kid's raving about a wolf-monster." Donovan glanced at his friend, concern in his eyes.
 
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Jim went over to his cabinet and pulled out his rifle. "Give me ten minutes to keep him away. Katelyn and me will take care of this," he said. He walked out of the office and said,"Watch the child."


In one of the dark caverns of the mountains, there laid a small little home. One bookcase, one bed, and one small bed side desk with a candle and a letter. There lay on the bed a young woman. She looked around the age of twenty-four. Her face was perfect, with no fault. Her black wavy hair went down to her shoulders. Her perfect tan and naked body laid there, no breathing, no movement.

Her eyes opened, showing them to be blood red. She sat up from the bed and stood up. She lit the candle next to her and pulled the letter on the desk. It read,

I'll see you when you wake up tonight mi caramelo se elevó. I love you Katelyn.

Eternally Yours,
Jim

She pulled the letter to where her heart was. She closed her eyes and thought of him. She loved him as much as he loved her. She opened her eyes and put the letter back down on the desk. She got up and walked to the closet. She took out a nice black dress. She put it on and then turned to the cave entrance. She smelt something in the air. She took another deep breath and smelt something that she knew more than anything. The smell and taste of Jim's blood. Her pupils dimmed into small slits and then, she vanished. She was running towards the battle.
 
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Cy scaped the hard earth as he smacked down and ripped his flesh between his claws, After the inital whining was over he looked down to find it was quite large, Luckly he had enough time to lick it clean before a group of men came out of the local bar carrying pitchforks and lumps of wood with fire atop of the cindering wood.

He slowly but quickly climbed above the building just behind where the serch party lingered serching for traces of him he arched his back and showed his yellow blood stained teeth as he roared and lunged into the group of 10-20 men, As he landed he crushed the ribs of one he swiped his paw knocking a few on the ground and slicing them causing huge amounts of blood loss, He kicked backwards knocking another man onto a sharp splinter of wood pertruding from the building he was standing on not 30 seconds ago, He jumped agian landing on what looked to be the strongest man in the group, He snapped at his ocastionaly swiping his back leg around him as not to be attacked from behind by the other standing men, He wrestled with the human until he made the one fatal flaw that he had been waiting for, His arm buckled under Cyruses' strength, And Cy fell forward, jaws gaping open as he feel onto the mans face and neck mauling him to death instantly.

He howled as he withdrew his bloody teeth and howled agian in pain as a bullet wizzed into his back causing a huge amount of pain, He spun around to meet the eyes of a man holding a pistol, He growled and dug into the mans face with his eyes, As he slinked slowly over the corupse he had just created the man shivered and the croud grew silent and still. He slinked closer as the man slowly turned around and ran out of sigth, Cy reroted his attention to his chest as something sharp dug into him, Letting out another roar he went into a frenzie of rage, After 20 blood filled seconds the area was stained and there was no movement accept from Cys' breathing, Satisfied he dug his teeth into the fattest of the bodie and drew a large portion of meet from his entier body, He then walk/ran as fast as he could to the nearest watering hole just a mile out of town, He clean himself there and drunk quite alot, After falling hungary agian he picked off a weak deer from a herd nearby and left nothing but a few red stained bones by the watering hole, Now almost black with blood and dirt. As he ran as fast as he could to his cave hearing the serch party cry at the loss in the town and as a few gunshots rang out over the desert...
 

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A figure crouched low to the ground, surveying the cave network not a few hundred feet away through an old spyglass. Here amidst the old ruins of civilizations long crumbled to dust with the passing of time, any manner of creatures benign or malevolent could reasonably lurk within. The figure's eyes narrowed behind dark-lensed spectacles and he pulled the black silk bandana a bit higher up the bridge of his aquiline nose. He was far enough downwind to avoid detection for the moment. Lowering the spyglass, he quickly sketched the location with a charcoal nub, grimacing as the scent of blood wafted on the breese along with the distinct musky odor of a werewolf. The figure rose halfway when another scent made itself known, causing him to blink in mild curiosity.

"Interesting." He murmered to himself, catching the familiar variation of chemicals heralding a vampire and a human. The man shook his head. Donovan might become very, very cross if he got involved in this whole situation....very cross indeed. The figure dusted himself off, grabbed his Winchester and vaulted onto his Andelusian gelding effortlessly, absently patting the horse affectionately.

"I don't like this either, old friend.....though I'm not about to walk away." the man sighed, gently tugging the reins towards the direction of the myriad of scents.
 
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Cy reached the dark damp entrance to his cave and slowly walked in on all paws, He walked over to his makeshift kitchen and collected a deer leg and sat on his rock chewing the meat which he rarely did, He sat thinking about what had happened, After all he was a blood thursty pedatory creature but it made him think if hunting humans was worth the pain and agony he recived from these things they seemed to call bullets, He stood and wandered to the entrance and emerged from the darkness his breath filling the air with a low growling as his acute nightvision eyesight noticed a traveler riding towards hi he noticed the wet mark, He muct have been the one he spat on he arched his back and jumped off of the ledge landing just infront of the lonely rider still with an arched back and a crater shape around him growling.
 

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The figure on horseback calmly leveled the barrel of his Winchester and fired of a shot but the werewolf had dodged, taking a swipe at the defenseless horse. The rider deftly returned the rifle to it's sheath, while reaching to his left to pull out what appeared to be a calvaryman's sword partially concealed by his long black duster. The action caused the silk bandana to slide down, revealing a pale, high-cheekboned face sporting a week's worth of stubble. However, the most noticable thing about the odd rider was revealed when he snarled a curse at his adversary, exposing somewhat prominent upper canines. Without hesitation, he charged, swinging the blade in a graceful manner that came only from years of experience and digillent practice. He managed to give the werewolf a solid strike on the shoulder, though he quickly darted his horse out of the reach of the creature's massive paws.

"Didn't fancy running into a half-breed, did you?" he called over his shoulder, starting the Andelusian into a full-on gallop as he circled around his would-be murderer.


(OOC: Eeek, we seriously need Katelyn and Roy to get in on the action! Huzzah for bloody battles!!!!)
 
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(stop, Werewolf ownage time! XD.)

Cy stopped and leaped over the 2 shaking his shoulder to remove the blood that had run from his wound as he found his own blood a threat to him he crouched and growled as he rampaged forward as swiped his claws into the charging man and ripped a gsping hole into his clothes and slightly cutting his back but not enough to compare it with his own wounds.

He wined as he landed on his left front paw as he buckled and growled at the man for inflicting such a deep and painful wound. As he replied in a low tone "To bad i have alreayd eaten, But i may feel a little peckish after this battle" he said as he lunged agian knocking the sword out of the mans hand as it slid along the barren earth.

The strangers face dropped as Cy carged at him roaring! "Let'sssss See how you do now!" he said as he lunged and opened his large jaws fangs hanging down as his eyes shon dark red.
 
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