Post by Lucian on Aug 25, 2004 6:03:37 GMT -5
How long had it been, far too long, the world had changed. His kin had been hunted down, forced into hiding. He had been claimed to be dead, no, he couldn’t die. For far too long he lead the viscous attacks against the Vampires. Relentless, ruthless, sadistic. But now in this new time technology had grown and it helped benefit them. His return was quiet growing numbers of his Lycan hoard, he reclaiming his place as their Lycan Master.
Nights were dark, days seemed the same and he like so many other ancient Werewolves weren’t restricted to the limits of the moons sway, changing upon will and rage.
Eyes reflected the light of the moon as it came in through the grates up above them. This place was a safe haven for lycan kind, a home, and a place where they could rebuild their numbers. During his claimed death he’d spent the time searching for the key. The one who would be the beginning of the end. Vampires would suffer as much as they had. If he had his way non would survive, but it wasn’t that simple. A noise pulled him from his thoughts, besides the growls of two members of his hoard in typical fighting matches, at least it kept them entertained.
“Sir, I’ve something to show you.” Shifting from where he’d been lounging against crumbled wall he stood. Long hair falling against his neck, hand running against his cheek and scruffy tawny beard. Raze had been left in control during his absence, working with the technology with a man who was by far one a great asset. He was their inventor, creating the weapons they used against the death dealer. “Interesting. Very interesting.” His voice growled as he loaded the custom bullets into his desert eagle, ultraviolet, a great way to kill vampires. Ones he was sure he’d come across in his search tonight.
Nights were dark, days seemed the same and he like so many other ancient Werewolves weren’t restricted to the limits of the moons sway, changing upon will and rage.
Eyes reflected the light of the moon as it came in through the grates up above them. This place was a safe haven for lycan kind, a home, and a place where they could rebuild their numbers. During his claimed death he’d spent the time searching for the key. The one who would be the beginning of the end. Vampires would suffer as much as they had. If he had his way non would survive, but it wasn’t that simple. A noise pulled him from his thoughts, besides the growls of two members of his hoard in typical fighting matches, at least it kept them entertained.
“Sir, I’ve something to show you.” Shifting from where he’d been lounging against crumbled wall he stood. Long hair falling against his neck, hand running against his cheek and scruffy tawny beard. Raze had been left in control during his absence, working with the technology with a man who was by far one a great asset. He was their inventor, creating the weapons they used against the death dealer. “Interesting. Very interesting.” His voice growled as he loaded the custom bullets into his desert eagle, ultraviolet, a great way to kill vampires. Ones he was sure he’d come across in his search tonight.