Hunt Pick-Ups

[iprince]

I do believe this has gone on long enough.

Mem's been bloody terrible about replying to hunts, so I'm going to take a leaf out of FP's book and close it with a bit of a story-thing for each character and their happenings.

Everyone who participated in the hunt will receive five LC and Di, plus their original character.


Of course, the closing of the hunt also means plot-ness. Glee. <3

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The Signal Dims

It had taken much longer than Yuukuj would have preferred. Time seemed to drag on, his radio signal growing dimmer and dimmer until it was left to hum silently against the ignorant inhabitants of this little England town. Oh, they were here though. They were all still here, every last Euclides, Amuni, Defore...every last one of their creations. They wandered, they longed for home, but they couldn't leave. Not until he let them, and it wasn't time for that now.

"M'lord'ku!"

Arry's voice cut through the dreadful quiet of the spattering rain, thundering against the rickety roof of the shack. Yuukuj stirred, the threads of his mind snaking out to reach his servant.

Arry appeared at the front of the room, hunched over his lithe body, a twisted smile gleaming over his cracked lips.

"They've returned."

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Endenu - Greece

Upon returning to Endenu, Ayrul explains that they're looking for Kubiun, the female murdon leader. She's quite the feminist, but Endenu's seductive wiles should be able to capture her attention long enough to explain to her why she's needed back in england.

After Endenu's rather uncomfortable train trip, he found himself wandering the graceful sculptures and marble-white buildings of Greece, Ayrul ever present as his guide. Apparently the young...man(?) isn't yet ready to leave you to Endenu own devices. Good thing to, or he would have found himself in quite the pickle.

Their first day in Greece you happen upon a Euclides, a rather eccentric Oath who swoops down with fencing sword in hand and demands to fight! Endenu and Ayrul are rather shocked by the outburst, but the Euclides is unphased. He spends the next few minutes fighting off invisible opponents before suddenly toppling over with a cry of "A curse on both your houses!" He later explains his name is Shakaejre, and he's a constant performer for Kubiun...but she hasn't requested his services in quite some time. With some coaxing, Endenu and Ayrul manage to get Shakaejre to join their search for her.

The next day Shakaejre agrees to show his companions to her home...only to find she's not there. Instead, they witness a very angry looking scuffle between an Amuni and a Euclides. Although Shakaejre is unwilling to separate them, Endenu and Ayrul manage to keep them apart long enough to find out what's going on. The Euclides, a suicide mustildae, claims that the Amuni killed her. The amuni, of course, declares innocence.

Either way, Kubiun is missing.

The females join Endenu's group in hope to prove the other wrong, and are on very unfriendly terms during the entire trip.

Weeks pass during their search of Kubiun, and the group eventually runs into someone who knows something. A young cervine Defore, who's simply amazed that the group doesn't know where the murdon is. She left with Ayrul after all.

Apparently the gypsy's cards spoke of more than one rat.

The group turns on Ayrul, forcing him to show them to Kubiun. He does, and flees as soon as the location is given. The remaining Amuni, Defore, and Euclide hurry to find her.

Kubiun is found trapped amid some old ruins, bound by cursed chains. The group eventually manage to rescue her, and, salvaging her pride, she agrees to return with Endenu to England.



Name: Endenu
ID: DE041M
Gender: Male
Rank: Artisan
Breed: Equine
Type: Gold
Variation: Ninidia
Mutations: None
Accessories:
-Silver neclace with golden charm: swirls holding turquoise
-Golden tailband w/ silver swirl overlay
-Earrings (Some studs, some dangling)
-Leather pouch on foreleg w/ small dreamcatcher inside, rarely opened
Notes:
Endenu, being of the ninidia variation, lived most of his life with the Native Americans in the midwest region of the US. From them, he learned much, and gained a deep appreciation of nature. Because of this, the jewelry he crafts often is adorned with leaves and the like.
Endenu's childhood was relatively normal, though when asked about his father, he tends to be slightly bitter. Overall, he seems fairly indifferent towards his early family life. As an adolescent, he was mostly concerned with the art of his rank, and spent much time with the artisans in the Native tribes that he wandered between. His most prized craft is that of making dreamcatchers and adorning them with whatever baubles and such he may have access to, but he rarely shares these with anyone, and rarely makes them, except under special circumstances. For whatever reason, he views dreams and the manipulations of dreams to be extremely sacred.
He hides a small scar on his chest, between his front legs, given to him when he attempted to flee a challenge by another Defore. He refuses to speak of the incident to most, out of embarassment, but the cause of it was a lovely female defore that Endenu had been determined to seduce... until her mate had attacked him. For this reason, he treads carefully around males of his kind, though he can't resist flirtation with females.


Name: Abaekida
ID: DE033M
Gender: Male
Rank: Hunter
Breed: Cervine
Type: Plant
Variation: Cionre
Mutations: None
Accessories: None


Name: Reibikae
ID: EU162F
Gender: Female
Rank: Puppeteer
Breed: Mustildae
Type: Suicide
Mutations: None
Accessories: None


Name: Shakaejre
ID: EU156M
Gender: Male
Rank: Puppeteer
Breed: Chiroptae
Type: Oath
Mutations: None
Accessories: None
Notes: His 'runes' are a very sharp dialect of murdonese, and recite the first few lines of Hamlet's famous "to be or not to be" speak.
Notes: He's simply obsessed with Shakespeare. There's not a play, line, or sonnet that he doesn't know off by heart. He's got an actors blood, and is extremely dramatic.



Name: Haibi
ID: AM042F
Gender: Female
Rank: Bishop
Breed: Feline
Type: Promise
Mutations: Silver markings
Accessories: Bishop's miter, Leg warmers

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Daoniverusius - Ireland

Found Soyajikun.



Name: Daoniverusius
ID: DE040M
Gender: Male
Rank: Hunter
Breed: Feline
Type: Water
Variation: Hendunu
Accessories: Necklace. Bracelet (x2)
Mutations: Darker Coloration/ Head Fin. Gills.
Notes: Daoni was born into the Caravan of the Siren's Sea: a female-dominated Caravan which had taken over an uninhabited isle of the coast of Greece many centuries earlier upon the urgings of their Shaman, whom had taken a deep interest in Grecian mythology, namely the sirens, and the Chief (a female water lynx who had taken a strong liking to the Shaman) was more than happy to relocate to the isolated isle. There the Shaman was able to delve more deeply into the legends of the Sirens and would often spend far more time in the company of humans in the Grecian libraries than he did with his Caravan.

Soon, however, the females of the Caravan had found more fascinating things to do and within mere weeks of moving onto the isle they discovered just how lonely sea-faring humans could get. Foolish men would come to rest in the quiet harbor of their island and never managed to escape, lured away by what the few survivors claimed were Sirens or Water Nymphs. Their method had become a game to them, but it lured many curious Defore and Euclides alike, all fascinated by the stories of 'Sirens'. Female Defores were happily accepted into the Caravan, so long as they were of the Water type, but they had become defiant about accepting males into their Caravan and would only accept their company for breeding purposes. When the kits were born, the males most often went away with their sire, but on the rare occasion that the sire would not take his sons, they were drowned.

It was on one of these occasions that Daoni was born.

His mother was a Nindian Artisan, and his father an American Cionre Pioneer who had been scouting through the territories in the Grecian area. He never found anything of satisfaction beside a few amorous nights with the Nindian Artisan before he left to return home. Daoni and his two sisters were eventually born from that short union, and the other females of Daoni's caravan were not at all happy to discover a male had been abandoned in their Caravan.

Luckily, before they could drown the young Hendunu kit, the Shaman happened upon the session and took pity on Daoni. He adopted the kit and returned with him to his cove on the other side of the isle where the other females would not have to deal with a male's presence.


The time that Daoni and the Shaman spent together would be short; no more than three decades, but in that time the Shaman would easily fall in love with the boy's serene and mysterious personality as well as his seductive charm. Every chance he got, the Shaman would take Daoni back to the mainland with him (in their human forms for both were Hendunu Defore), dressing him up as a female and more often treating him like a lover than a son. Daoni was a clever child, and had no trouble noticing his mentor's affections and he happily returned them all.

Yet, it was due to this closeness that Daoni was able to see the obsessive side to his mentor that the rest of the Caravan never truly saw. In fact, Daoni would not have been in the Shaman's care for more than five full years before Daoni himself became the object of the Shaman's obsessive research.

In the quiet of the Shaman's cave, he taught Daoni as much as he could about the Shaman's abilities. He trained the boy to use Shaman-like healing techniques and, in later years, to manipulate water spirits in the slightest degrees. However, during the time on the mainland, the Shaman bought Daoni the most expensive voice trainer in the town and worked on improving the boy's voice throughout his childhood.

Daoni's training would go on like that for the greater part of the three decades the two would spend together: a continuous quest to turn the young Defore into the closest emulation of a true siren as was possible.


Daoni could never clearly recall the events of his and the Shaman's final day in each other's company. Due to the aftermath, he has no trouble believing he simply blocked out the traumatic moments of the afternoon in a desperate attempt to cope. Nevertheless, the day started normally enough: the two had gone to a nearby island to swim in the warm waters of the lake there, only to be interrupted by a gnarled looking Hag. From the beginning she was a rude disgusting example of humanity and Daoni would've been happier to turn and leave, but she had clearly stated her offer before Daoni could convince his mentor to leave. She called the Shaman by his name, claimed she had been expecting them...that she knew what they needed to complete the experiment.

The offer was one that the Shaman could not resist, his obsessive nature wouldn't allow it, and there would be nothing in Daoni's power that could stop him. So, grudgingly, he followed after his mentor as the Hag led them to her lair: a small, damp cave as hideous as the Hag herself.

Her conversation was quick and to the point, a blessing to the two Defores as her voice was like listening to nails screech over a chalk board. She told them that she was a Sea Witch and that she'd been expecting the Shaman's arrival for years. But the one and only thing that mattered to the Shaman was that she had the final piece to his puzzle, the missing link that would allow him to create the siren he was so obsessed with. She left the room for a moment, and returned with a small wooden box, which she handed to the Shaman with the utmost relief.

As the Shaman opened the box, a putrid gas seeped out from within it, poisoning the air around them. Gagging, the Shaman fell first for he was closer to the poison, but Daoni didn't have time to run nor would he if he was given the chance. Instead he launched himself toward the Shaman in an attempt to close the lid of the box before whatever it was inside had done too much damage. He succeeded in what he had attempted to do, but as the world faded into darkness he got one last glimpse into the Sea Hag's savage, hungry eyes and knew that it wouldn't be enough.

When Daoni's memory finally returned to him, he was sprawled in a pool of blood, staring listlessly at a mutilated form mere inches from his muzzle. How long he laid there, in the stench of death and rot, Daoni isn't quite sure, but at one point the realization that he was actually staring at his mentor finally dawned upon him. Yet he couldn't bring himself to move, to accept that he had lost the one person that meant everything to him. From there everything became foggy once more, and time itself seemed to start and stop. From the cave to the beach, his master in the hands of his anthro form. An eternity on the beach, last moments with the man he loved, and then the Shaman was sinking into the ocean. Daoni was abruptly on the move once more.


Name: Bradaigh
ID: DE035M
Gender: Male
Rank: Rancher
Breed: Lapine
Type: Earth
Variation: Cionre
Accessories: None
Mutations: None


Name: Jiordan
ID: AM036M
Gender: Male
Rank: Bishop
Breed: Cervine
Type: Shame
Accessories: Bishop's Mitre, Ivy bangles
Mutations: None


Name: Biseadoin
ID: EU163F
Gender: Female
Rank: Puppet
Breed: Feline
Type: Drowned
Accessories: None
Mutations: None


Name: Doscarte
ID: DE042M
Gender: Male
Rank: Chief
Breed: Cervine
Type: Iron
Variation: Ninidia
Accessories: None
Mutations: None


Name:
ID: Di277
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Size: Standard
Type: Fish
Rank: Top Shelf
Genes: S,Cb*,Co,Cr,t+,f!,m

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Sitiki’Laurbit - Egypt

After finally checking into the hotel room, leaving the steely German to himself, Tiki explains to Benji just what her job here is. Being a foreigner as well, there’s not much he can do to help. They decide to tuck in for the night (in their own beds, which didn’t help Benji’s bashful blushing anyway), and get started in the morning. And boy, do they ever.

Tiki wakes up to find a rather unwelcome presence stalking back and forth across her room. An Amuni. There are no words. Tiki returns to her natural form and attacks. Benji wakes up during the rukess and attempts to separate the pair, eventually succeeding after aquiring a few cuts and bruises of his own.

The Amuni appears worried out of her mind that Tiki is here to kill someone important to her. Benji, being a defore, doesn’t understand the rivalry between the two, so Tiki and Ibises explain…with a few colorful phrases thrown in for good measure. Benji suggests they put aside their differences…this Ibises was a native, and she might know her way around. Tiki agrees reluctantly.

The trio leave the hotel and rather quickly come face to face with another Amuni, a priest this time, cleverly disguising himself as a human. He recognizes Ibisis…and what Tiki is, and another scuffle, this one of words rather than actions, occurs. Finally the priest spurts out that he isn’t letting a Euclides anywhere near Amunuku.

Yes, that’s right. Amunuku. The very name made Tiki’s blood boil. He was to be the murdon she had to bring back to England? She’d bring him back all right….in shreds!

The Amuni seem to realize this, and the three are once again thrown into a scuffle. Benji breaks them apart tiredly, and they manage to wrangle out the purpose of Tiki’s quest from her. The priest reluctantly agrees to take Tiki to Amunuku.

Amunuku’s home isn’t easy to get to. He’s living in the middle of the desert in a tiny, unobtrusive little shack. Hardly the proper abode for a murdon leader. During their journey the run into a Defore shaman, who joins their group.

They reach Amunuku’s home after five days of hungry, thirty, tired wandering…and he doesn’t agree to return. Well, of course not! The rivalry between he and Yuukuj is stronger than even that between the Amuni and Euclide. He even refuses the presence of Tiki in his home!

…but he does end up in England, threw whatever persuasion Tiki and her companions managed to give. He’s a little late, but he comes.



Name: Sitiki’Laurbit
ID: EU160F
Gender: Female
Rank: Marionette
Breed: Feline
Type: Slaughter
Accessories: Black Chain
Mutations: Unretractable Claws
Notes: Tiki was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland and, although she’s worked on it, her voice still hints at this origin. Her mother was a member of a Castless trio who generally roamed near the coast, taking down most of their kills there instead of inside the city it’s self. However, the winters were cold and kills few and far between so the trio, having lost two bebes and feeling half crazed with hunger already, had no choice but to head into the city, which was currently controlled by Amuni.

This particular group of Amuni was quite strong, but not in the conventional way. This Church had rather questionable values, not exactly evil, but certainly not pristine, and this was probably how they’d managed to usurp the city as a whole from the Euclides to begin with. Lurking within this church was an Amuni with the ability to set curses upon other creatures. This church was horrified to discover that any Euclides, much less a trio of them, had the audacity to step one paw into –their- city and a confrontation was inevitable.

The curse set upon these unfortunate Euclides was one of restriction, each being bound in a different way and the more they had ‘sinned’ in their life, the tighter the bindings became. The binds upon the adults were fairly tight to begin with, as murder was a sin and that’s exactly what they did for food, and thus each time they killed the bindings tightened, and the three began a slow death full of nothing but suffering: they couldn’t hunt, moving was difficult and breathing was almost painful as the chains wound around their necks, legs and bodies, tight enough to start cutting into the flesh. This drove them absolutely mad, all besides one.

Tiki was to young to hunt, relying on her companions and mother for food, thus she hadn’t had the chance to sin, meaning her chains did not hinder her in any way physically, however they toyed with her mind, especially as she watched the torment of her family and the loss of their recognition of things around them, and her. And she was hungry, oh was she hungry, and everything was far to fast or strong for her to kill, so when the hunger pains became to much and the perpetual fatigue set in, she curled herself up into a tight ball to wait for death to find her, completely unaware that something had disturbed their little campsite.

The Amuni had decided that since the curse wasn’t working fast enough, that a ‘Crusaide’ was in order to rid all of Ireland of those worthless beasts, not to mention this was a battle that they were certain that none of their side would lose their lives to since it was only three incredibly weakened Euclides against all of them. They left their chosen church that night with high spirits and malicious intent, wrapped in a lie that they convinced themselves was nothing but truth, they were ending the suffering of another being, and that was a cause that would not leave blood upon their paws in the metaphorical sense.

It took half an hour at most for the Amuni to reach the campsite of the castless Euclides, and even less time for them to completely annihilate the opposition, with Tiki watching the brutal scene as it unfolded, having been roused from her slumber by the ruckus. And as the Amuni were picking over her home, looking for any hidden Euclides they knew not of, they stumbled upon a tiny ball of growling fur, which looked as if it were mere hours from death it’s self, the tell tale chain curled about her form, what a pity she heard one said, kill it like the others she heard another shout, but one voice, one that sounded strong, like a leader, suggested that they take her with them for an experiment of sorts, and this was the idea that was given a shot.

Tiki was raised by these Amuni who, even though THEY were the ones that decided to take her in, left no opportunity to torment her untaken. They looked down on her, talked about her behind her back, unaware of the fact that she head everything they said about her, some even shoved her or pulled her tail or chain, once an elder even decided to spit on her, and that did not agree with her and she attacked him, but stopped in total shock as her chain tightened, she had sinned and the curse was still active. She pinned her ears back as she heard the laughter, laughter which still haunts her head to this day as it marked the end of her hope. She resigned herself to this eternal torment, taking it without even lifting her head, choosing instead to hide herself away and stuffy the books that she found in the library this specific church housed.

She grew into a very beautiful, but very depressed young adult, and this is when her life changed. She learned that they had planned a special ceremony just for her and that it was to be held that night, under the light of the full moon and near the sea. In fact, as she learned later, the exact spot she had been found.

The ceremony was wonderful, all eyes were on her and no taunts or jeers were sent her way, and if was for her, no one else. It was a jolly night kicked off by a party complete with all the food and drink one could ever want, and, once everyone was satiated and had had their fun; it was time for the main event.

The Pope asked her to stand before him and close her eyes, which she hesitantly did, beginning to believe that this was nothing more then an elaborate set up, but once she did her ears perked as she heard him mutter something in a foreign tongue. She felt… different somehow, she couldn’t explain it, and then she felt her chains slipping from her and heard them as they clattered to the ground. A cheer rose up amongst the gathered Amuni which startled her. The pope reassured her that there was nothing to worry about, the curse was lifted and she was now considered an Amuni, as if that was enough to erase all the pain they’d caused her.

This was when she began to formulate a plan to make all this pain worth it, she had to avenge her family and get the ultimate vindication for all the years she’d lived with the Amuni. She spent nearly a year gaining their trust, acting holier then even the pope it seemed, and gaining more favor in the group, even the old Pope bought her façade, and this fact thoroughly amused her. It was time.

The church, having rid the city entirely of Euclides, slept soundly at night, every member falling into a deep sleep no later then midnight, except for one which they used as a watch man just in case, a job she’d taken several times in the past and took again tonight, ensuring that she would be the only one awake at the time she planned to have her revenge.

She slipped silently through the church, having learned every creeky board along with all the corridors and rooms, and made her way through each room, doing in each Amuni in the most silent of ways, placing a paw over their mouths and holding down them down this way with all the force she could must while slitting their throats with the claws of her other paw. But as she killed them just slitting their throats became not enough to satiate her, she started to carve a bit into each Amuni, mutilating their bodies more and more as she worked her way up the ranks, a pattern soon evolving.

She slunk into the Pope’s quarters and found him completely at peace, snoring in fact, and a sadistic smirk spread over her maw, she wanted this one to be fun. Her tail swished and jumped behind her as she leapt upon the pope, landing square on his chest, pushing all the air from his lungs, rousing a stuttering attempt at a scream as his eyes caught her, terror filling the old popes eyes as he say her paw coming down, those unretractable claws slicing a clean, rather deep cut vertically across his throat. He ears twitched and she giggled in morbid delight as he gurgled, attempting to speak but to no avail.

She began her task, laying out and mutilating the body, perfecting her ritual and giggling the whole while, completely unaware of the fact that the pope hadn’t cursed her, in fact it wasn’t even a Murdon that had cast the curse upon her and her companions, but something greater. She was fooled into this belief by remembering no other presence except that of this particular church’s members being there at any point in her life and she was blissfully ignorant to the fact that the strange feeling she’d had at the ceremony was created by the being who removed his own curse from her the night that everything changed.

And, having her blood lust momentarily satiated, she ventured from the Church and back to the shore, searching the beaches for an item that had played a major part in her life, and an even greater part in discovering what she truly wanted in life, her chain, her beautiful obsidian chain. It took her awhile to track it down, as it was halfway buried, but she let out a squeal of joy and grasped it gently between her jaws, pulling it from it's sandy grave and carefully repositioning over her body, making sure it stayed in place as she moved. Having this final task done she eagerly sought out foreign borders, anticipating even more delightful nights like the one that had just passed.


Name: Haerud
ID: DE034M
Gender: Male
Rank: Shaman
Breed: Equine
Type: Fire
Variation: Ninidia
Mutations: None
Accessories: None


Name: Ibises
ID: AM040F
Gender: Female
Rank: Follower
Breed: Feline
Type: Covenant
Mutations: None
Accessories: None


Name: Rahjnall
ID: AM035M
Gender: Male
Rank: Priest
Breed: Ursae
Type: Worship
Accessories: Golden cross necklace
Mutations: None


Name:
ID: Di281
Gender: Male
Size: Standard
Type: Teddy
Rank: Plushie
Genes: S,Cg,Cw,Cr,T*,F,F!,m

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Sangjaheil - Brazil

With Akoru as a guide, Sang enters the wild jungles of Brazil. Dangers await them at every corner, from venomous snakes to…gigantic weasel-things. Akoru seems unsurprised by the creature’s appearance and hurries to kill it, but Sang, recognizing it as a Euclides, stops him and speaks to it. Realizing he’s in the company of not one, but two Euclide, Akoru returns to the village. He won’t guide a maneater through the jungles.

During their trek, the pair meet two more creatures of the murdon…not Euclide, like themselves, but they weren’t Amuni either, which meant they were certainly all right in their books. And if they weren’t, Sang and his companion could simply eat them. They’re names were Sobann and Kalliyan, both Ninidian Defore.

Several nights pass in the quiet of the jungle, and the further Sang seems to travel, the heavier that medallion he purchased grows. Finally the jungle ends (if only for a short while) and before the group stands a mighty Aztec pyramid. Sang hears shouting in the nearby wood and races to investigate…to find the dark-eyed sailor and his native companion in the throws of a battle. The native knocks the sailor to the ground and raises a knife over his head…but before slitting his throat, the sailor has one last thing to say;

“You’re a traitor to Yuukuj!”

With that, the native kills him…and turns his attention on Sang. But before either one of them have a chance to react, something slams into the native’s back, knocking him to the ground. There’s a flash of white, and a splatter of pink and red color the area as the creature crushes the man’s skull.

Another defore. She shapeshifts quickly into the form of an old hag and turns on Sang,” Stupid boy!” she screeches,” You should have come to me first.” She explains that she lived in the house with the rocking chair, and produces an amulet similar to your own. She’s a worshiper of Jubeiriku.

She leads Sang and the group up the steps of the pyramid, where they come face to face with the murdon leader himself. Sang explains the situation, but Jubeiriku, in all his arrogance, refuses to acknowledge the petty Euclides. The hag shoots him a smile and nods toward the demon box, hanging off his waist.

Sang whips the box out, and with a clever incantation on the hag’s behalf, they suck Jubeiriku into it. Perhaps not the most conventional way to get him to come with them, but Yuukuj didn’t specify how they were to do it.



Name: Sangjaheil
ID: EU155M
Gender: Male
Rank: Puppeteer
Breed: Feline
Type: Blood
Mutations: Mane, wing-marks
Accessories: None
Notes: Born in France, under the guillotine. His mother was a marionette of great beauty and in turn saw that beauty in him and treated him as her favorite. Under her guidance, he learned to weave the mindgames so easy to the Marionettes but often abandoned in his Blood type. He is adept at using his mind and well as his claws and teeth as torture devices, quite skilled in his type's art.

While hunting, they were caught by an ancient vampire named Eris, a veritable archmage in the dark arts. He had developed an odd obsession with the young Euclides upon sight, entranced by his grace and savagery. He disposed of Sangjaheil's mother easily and trapped him with a silver chain, enslaving him for years as a lovely toy for his every whim. During this time, Sangjaheil gained an excellent control of his bloodlust, preparing to release it in all its savage fury at the exact opportunity to release himself.

Sangjaheil gained his chance at freedom when Eris, in his arrogance, challenged him to a game to find his heart. He sealed his magic for one day, to give his 'pet' a sporting chance. By the end of the day, Sangjaheil's combined bloodlust and careful study of the vampire's mind and weaknesses put Eris through enough pain and torture that he revealed the location of his heart. Sangjaheil destroyed the heart, and took hold of the Marquis's estate, living in the ornate theatre he had built for him.


Name: Jangsey
ID: EU157M
Gender: Male
Rank: Puppet
Breed: Mustildae
Type: Flesh
Accessories: None
Mutations: Furless


Name: Haennary
ID: DE035F
Gender: Female
Rank: Shaman
Breed: Cervine
Type: Light
Variation: Hendunu
Accessories: Bone amulet, Piercings
Mutations: None
Notes: She's very old...very "hag-like", and is way passed her breeding prime. Due to her hendunu heritage, she is capable of magic (mostly that relating to death and fortunetelling), and shapeshifting. She's skilled at both, but her fortay is magic.


Name: Sobann
ID: DE036M
Gender: Male
Rank: Pioneer
Breed: Cervine
Type: Water
Variation: Ninidian
Accessories: None
Mutations: Fins


Name: Kalliyan
ID: DE036F
Gender: Female
Rank: Hunter
Breed: Canine
Type: Earth
Variation: Ninidian
Accessories: None
Mutations: Mane


Name:
ID: Di280
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Size: Standard
Type: Naga
Rank: Voodoo Doll
Genes: S,Cy,Cr,Cg,F!,M

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Hajard - Russia

Found Teneurkujen.


Name: Hajard
ID: EU154M
Gender: Male
Rank: Script Writer
Breed: Lapine
Type: Fortune
Accessories: Four leather pouches, Belt, Lady's scarf, Several dice, Four gold rings on his toes, Earrings
Mutations: None
Notes: A rather comically jovial Euclides, one might go so far as to think him crazed considering how bold the lapine had become. Good luck tended to do that for fortune types, didn't it? Far too confident for his breed, this jackrabbit of equally bright coloration bounded from one Euclides to another, making little bets and after a roll of the dice more often than not scooping up and claiming whatever little token or item he'd won. In a nutshell, this script-writer was most often the very picture of confidence to the point of foolhardiness, though that could very really change if his luck ever left him. His goal... to win away a puppet master's tophat.


Name: Kaetibrina
ID: EU161F
Gender: Female
Rank: Puppeteer
Breed: Canine
Type: Zombie
Accessories: None
Mutations: Stitched together, Extra arm
Notes: The fifth arm is actually pieces of two Amuni, a heaven and a promise


Name: Ilja
ID: AM034M
Gender: Male
Rank: Cardinal
Breed: Canine
Type: Commandment
Accessories: Red sash
Mutations: None


Name: Zashab
ID: DE043M
Gender: Male
Rank: Artisan
Breed: Ursae
Type: Ice
Accessories: Leather bands
Mutations: None


Name:
ID: Di279
Gender: Male
Size: Standard
Type: Broken
Rank: Plushie
Genes: S,Cb!,F,t@,m


Name:
ID: Di278
Size: Miniature
Type: Teddy
Rank: Plushie
Genes: s,Cy,Cw,Cb!,F,t#,m

[iprince]

I apologize for those that didn't get stories. I sort of...wing it XD A plot hadn't developed through what roleplaying we did, therefore I couldn't come up with a detailed series of events. My apologies for that.

[saturnalia]

...GLEE!

Endenu is every bit as handsome as I thought he'd be, and the rest are all amazing as well! Thank you so, so much

*desperately needs to reorganize her LC creatures' pages* wheeee, I know what I'm doing this weekend

[Kitty Love]

Mem... all I can say is... I love you X3

Tiki is just .. SO PRETTY! I <3 her. And that Fire boy... hot stuff right htere! Glee! <3 And I knew Tiki had to find Amunuku, he did screw her over once before, lol. X3

[ferabird]

EEEeeeeEEEEeeeeEEE!

Lookit mah pretty BOY!

And all his new-found -friends-! Okay- they probably think he's annoying as hell.... but regardless! *squees* I heart you Mem! I shall go about paging, now that someone was sweetheart enough to help me find my pages.