A private Rp With Silverbeam and Donut
Vampire and Werewolf

Player: Silverbeam
Name:Rial Noblen
Age: Unknown
Bio: He's been wandering so long in his life, he has forgotten what little past he might have had. Feeling a bit weary he wishes to settle down and stop his wandering. Wanting to try and feel a bit more peace in his life and to control his wolf tendencies. He is mild at first, but can get heated up and ferocious. He is often quite a big puppy, especially when ti comes to eating a good steak or a squeaky ball. he can and is dangerous, although he does well at his self control. He want to gain total control, and berates himself for any slip ups.
race: Werewolf

Name: Yusay
Age: 124 but looks 20
Appearance:
Bio: Yusay has been along the blood suckers for some time now. He cant remember the last time he wasn't besides the night he was bitten. He owned about half of the city, but one day he would own it all, so he thought. He has no sight, as if he needs it anyway, and is tired of all the blood sucking, but he needs to feed at times.

Rial walked through the streets, his ears listening to any unusual city sounds. He was a little tired. the walk from the last city was quite a distance, and all he really wanted to do was find a nice place to settle down. he was tired of wandering and most of all he was hungry right now. His stomach growled and grumbled at him.

"Quite fella, we'll get something soon." he promised his belly. He took a sniff of the air trying to locate a food source. There were may different smells in the air, and any smells of food seemed old. he would have to venture further in to find a meal.

He sighed and walked on. Perhaps that was his fate, doomed to always be in motion, when all he wanted to do was stop.

Yusay was sitting at the top of a building where he had just drained one of his victims. The guys blood was dripping off his chin as he whipped it off with his hand. He quickly faced towarn the street below. "I smell pray.." he said aloud before jumping off the ledge.

He landed on the street with no sound what so ever. He smelled the air, and started walking. He could tell that something wasn't right, and that he knew he should fix it. A slender gary hair person cought his nose, and he stated folling him from a distance. Yusay couldn't see with his eyes, he smelled and knew the city good, pluse he could vision everything in red and white.

There was something about...He sniffed, but still too new to the town to distinguish what.... A person? Or perhaps not. He kept his ears open and pretended not to have noticed. he walked on his senses trying to pick up what it was that had set off his alarm bells.

The road was dirty and there was a slight wind going in the wrong direction in aid to help him pick up the scent. The darkness of the night seemed to envelop him amongst the brick walls.

Yusay kept following his next pray, not sure what made him follow this guy, but it did. He got closer and closer, as the street got darker and darker, but yusay could still see clearly, and he grabbed the guy tightly by the shoulder. "what are you?!" He said demanding to know some things.

Never seeing this guy before placed him on a slight threat watch and he was ready to fight if needed.

((the spelling is Prey not pray...unless he wants to talk to God. :) Oh and please give me an option to react ...Like he made a grab for his shoulder instead of initializing outright that he grabbed it. That way I can dodge, or whatever if need be.))



He felt the presence get close to him and jumped when the silent figure managed to grab his shoulder. He was so quiet and yet, he had an unusual smell...He did know one of the smells on him. Blood, this man reeked of it.

He twirled around and went into a fighting crouch. he looked over the new figure. He was lean and had muscle on his body. His skin was pale, although there was one confusing aspect to him. He had a scarf tied around his eyes. He somehow didn't give the feeling of a blind man that didn't know his surroundings.

He sniffed loudly, memorizing this ones sent in case of need. If he had to flee he would know if he followed or not by knowing it.

He growled a little under his breath..."You smell of blood, it's revolting!"

((I take it they have never met their species before? but would they know of them?))

((sorry and yea i have issues in using the wrong words from time to time..i apologize again, and yea, they know of, but never met..))

Yusay chuckled at this guys reaction. "One must eat.. right?" He said and smiled showing his sharp teeth. The agility of this guy, was one that matching his own, and he knew off hand that he wasn't human. "What might you be son.." Yusay asked as he just stood there looking down toward the new fella.

The sky was starting to cloud up a bit as if to rain. The moon light started to fade. There was only one other thing around them and that was stray cats running the same street.

"Well there's no need to ask what you are...blood drinker, of course a vampire. No wonder I felt uneasy when I walked in. Our kinds do not get along well." He snarled with a vibrating growl, showing his own fangs as it were.

He grew agitated and wary, and more than a bit nervous. When he got to nervous a bit of his transformation happened. Wolf ears popped up from his hair. He took a step backward, not sure as to what to do about this....this Vampire. As a werewolf of course he could fight, but he was by far still considered a pup, and not a very good fighter. A good tracker, perhaps, but he had no clue as to how well this one could fight.

(techno is cool...I especially like the good versions of where they take classical music and tech it out! ))

He smirked as he could tell this one was a bit young to do any harm. "Blood drinker.. haven't heard that one in a while.." he said as he walked a bit closer. "What you plan on doing?" He asked as he kept walking toward him.

He didn't feel much threat with this one so he was safe to keep moving toward him, if he could do harm that would be surprising.

he kept backing up, he was running out of room in the alley. There was another passage way but he would have to make a run for it.

"While I don't like your kind, I don't wish for a fight. Although I will with my claws if I have to." he gave a warning growl from the back of his throat, the hair on him bristling, his ears standing straight up.

Yusay popped his neck a few times, and stopped walking. "you don't like me.. but i didn't do anything yet.." he chuckled and stared backing up soon to be running off. "what might you be doing over here if i might be asking?" he asked wanting to help him out, he could sence he was week, and didn't fight ones that were not good opponents.

"I'm just looking for a place to settle, that's all. I don't mean to be any trouble. ...and it's not you personally, I just don't like what your kind has to do...Well I mean..the killing and ...ahhh.... well. uhm?" He started to ramble in his nervousness. A vampire was a powerful race, if he stepped on the wrong toe here it could be his last. He blushed, and took another step back.

Yusay looked at him. "Take this road, turn left... there a place called moodies, go in and ask for a room and that yusay sent you.. and enjoy.." he said then turned around and started walking away. He wanted to see what this little man could do so he helped him out, soon to benifit him in some way, posible training for the lad.

"huh? what?" he looked at him confused.

'why would he help me..surely he would just want to either attack or run me out? perhaps this is some kind of trap or joke?' his mind thought in a whirl of unknown.

"take it or not, place to stay and food.. or you can go bat to wandering these streets.." he said as he then turned and walked into the dark, and jumped up landing on the nearest roof, and disappeared. He was just trying to be helpful, and would fight him soon enough.

He nodded warily and continued to back off. the danger seemed to be past a the moment. Either this "Help" would prove to be in fact helpful or a trap was yet to be seen. He walked backward toward the corner of where the blood drinker had directed. When he got to it, he whipped around and pelted down the street.

A plan had been made in his head. He would check in at this place, but then sneak out and watch what would happen this night if possible.he walked up to the place. the neon sign Flashing the letters Moodies in the night. he walked in warily and looked for the desk clerk, sniffing out the new area.



((I'm gonna have to pull out for now.. I need to work on my art and get a job! Loves you guys.))