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Kry
Hero Complex
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06-14-2014, 04:07 AM
Bell
Bell is a vampire, he stands at a height of 5'9 and is around 412ish years old. His every movement cause the sound of silver bells to chime, though this is a thing that only other supernatural creatures can hear. There is no explanation for why or how this happened to him, only that it happened when he was first turned. Bell has been in this place for a few years, it's nice and his type of place. Somewhere along the way, Bell acquired a werewolf
RED
Red is a vargulf, a werewolf that is mostly mad. A werewolf that kills for the sake of killing and not to eat it's prey. He stands at a height of 6'0 in human form, and his wolf form is monstrous and huge. A hulking 6'8 size of muscle, claws, teeth and fur. Red had lived his days in a forest, plagued by nightmares and missing memories. It's unknown as to how exactly Bell acquired the unquestioning loyalty of Red, as neither will speak of what transpired in that forest when they met. The two were together a few years before they came to this place. This place that seemed like such a lovely place for people such as them to dwell.
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Bell was currently in the kitchen of the castle. Why was he in the kitchen, well, he was feeding his pet. Or rather, watching his pet feed itself, a grimace on Bell's face. The red haired man he was watching had just brought in this deer, and started munching on it. "Red." That tone was very stern, afterall, Bell was the beast's alpha, the master. "I've told you a billion times. Eat your messy meals outside. OUTSIDE!" He had only barely raised his voice, there was a pout on his face as he watched the man. Something about a grown man just eating raw deer flesh didn't sit well in Bell's stomach, but he found absolutely nothing wrong with the act of biting and draining blood from people and animals.
It was a bit different than just devouring their raw flesh, he supposed. Not too much of a difference but it was there. Bell tilted his head, and the sound of tiny silver bells chimed around him. It made him grimace again, sometimes he could ignore that noise, sometimes it irritated him to no end. His pet seemed to like the noise though. Bell was watching the red haired male intently, his eyes narrowing a bit when the vargulf suddenly stiffened, and then Bell heard it to. Someone entered the castle, and it smelled human.
Red was sitting indian style, without clothing, save for a black leather collar around his neck, the carcass of a large deer half in his lap and he was tearing at the meat rather voraciously with his teeth. Eating and munching rather contently on his meal. He didn't look up at all until Bell spoke, and then he gave his master a slightly apologetic look. He took Bell's scolding in stride. Though Bell was his master, their relationship bordered on friendship, just barely though. Red needed an alpha to follow, without that, he was very lost. He had been very lost. Not far from him on the floor lay a large black cloak, it was made of bear fur. Soft and supple, and so warm. Another had given him that. Long before he had met Bell.
The vargulf stiffened suddenly, his head up and turning to look in a direction. Someone had entered the castle. Their castle that they shared with other supernatural things. This thing that had entered was not a supernatural thing, it was human. He glanced at Bell, as if looking for instruction for a moment and was only met with a shrug. Red's master seemed inclined to remain where he was, and see if maybe the intruder found their way to them or perhaps something else would step forward and scare the intruder away. Scare them away or eat them.
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