Post by Selene on Apr 16, 2008 10:53:01 GMT -5
It has been one year. . .
One year since the fang and claw became one in Michael
It has been one year. . .
One year since the Elders were killed
It has been one year. . .
One year since the covens were devastated
One year since the Death Dealer walked in Day
It has been one year. . .
It has been one year. . .
And the wounds are no longer being licked.
Selene, now a true immortal and Michael, the hybrid have run underground, gathering those that no longer saw the lines that separated Vampire and Lycan, those that no longer wished for an interspecies war. They have reached strength after strength. Establishing networks and coven houses, they are strong.
But not all wish for peace, some keep the old flames burning bright, the Vampire coven, broken with the death of their Elders, was weak and an old exile returned to fill the void, his human blood saturated power overwhelming those that stood to his opposition. Now the vampires continue their war.
The Lycans are not ready to bow down to Vampire masters once again, a new pack leader has arisen, they bolster there numbers, make bolder moves then before, hunt the Vampire and in the case of there underground brethren, other Lycans.
But what of you? Do you howl at the moon before the hunt? Or do your fangs ache for blood, be it artificial or human? Or would you see peace, even if it means killing for it?
[/b]One year since the fang and claw became one in Michael
It has been one year. . .
One year since the Elders were killed
It has been one year. . .
One year since the covens were devastated
One year since the Death Dealer walked in Day
It has been one year. . .
It has been one year. . .
And the wounds are no longer being licked.
Selene, now a true immortal and Michael, the hybrid have run underground, gathering those that no longer saw the lines that separated Vampire and Lycan, those that no longer wished for an interspecies war. They have reached strength after strength. Establishing networks and coven houses, they are strong.
But not all wish for peace, some keep the old flames burning bright, the Vampire coven, broken with the death of their Elders, was weak and an old exile returned to fill the void, his human blood saturated power overwhelming those that stood to his opposition. Now the vampires continue their war.
The Lycans are not ready to bow down to Vampire masters once again, a new pack leader has arisen, they bolster there numbers, make bolder moves then before, hunt the Vampire and in the case of there underground brethren, other Lycans.
But what of you? Do you howl at the moon before the hunt? Or do your fangs ache for blood, be it artificial or human? Or would you see peace, even if it means killing for it?
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