LondonsGate

The city was in ruins. Everything was fire. The crystal, broken in a crushed heap before him. The Void stood in a black cloak with a spear at Ivallda’s neck. His white bone armor glistening with crimson blood. She was yelling at him to be brave, he was begging for her life. A moment later the blade slashed her throat and she fell to the ground a gurgling mess as red blood stained her porcelain skin. He crawled over the broken crystal and held her in his arms. “No no, please not like this.” Ivallda was gone, and instead lay a woman with white hair and amber eyes that held a fire to them. She grabbed his torn collar with one

Dusk Backstory He ran as hard and fast as his legs could take him. He lost a lot of blood though, and he felt himself slowing. The yells and shouts grew louder behind him. He glanced back, the bright lights of their torches lit up the dark forest around him. The iron pipe that broke in his shoulder prevented him from shifting, and he could not pull it out because it was so deep and, dare he say it, painful. He had never felt a pain like this before. He tripped, panting hard. He couldn’t breathe and his shoulder was on fire. He could feel himself falling into darkness. So this was it. This was the end. The last thing he heard were the

The thunder raged on above them, this creature of such strangeness curled up in the smallest ball it could form, it’s ears flat against it’s head. Once the thunder clap subsided and lightning lit the forest floor, she got a good glimpse of the shadowed form. She took a step forward, her head tilted curiously as she studied it. It was thin, with three toes on it’s front legs and four on it’s hind with two thumbs on the heel. She could see it’s spine through it’s slick black fur that seemed almost too thin. Its neck was long and thick with a Mohawk mane starting from the center of it’s bone white face

Tally threw her duffel bag on the floor and flung herself in her chair. Exhausted by the sudden turn of events she took the moments of quiet with great care. It was about that time where she had to begin to make herself look presentable. Realizing how shabby she must have actually looked, she stood and rummaged through her bag. She pulled out a red blazer, a scarf and threw it on then put her hair up in a bun. All that was left was her washed out jeans. “Fuck.” she hissed, grabbing a pair of black ankle length pants and some fresh looking black pumps. She would need to go shopping soon..was the only thought racing through her hea

Tallis was lost, she could admit it, but she didn’t want to. “Stupid bitch didn’t give me a map.” She hissed, going through the little packet of papers that she had snatched from the clerks hand, and there was no way she was going to go back there with her tail between her legs and ask for a map. No, she would figure this out. Peering into several classes, Tallis noted chemistry labs and people in white coats. She found herself surrounded by the stench of chemicals and the chiming of glass when heated by a burner. “Hey, are you lost?” that familiar scent that left her memory, and a voice of faint recogniti

She arrived at the High School midmorning, with her duffel bag over her shoulder and her favorite ripped jeans sagging at her hips. Her long black hair hung straight around her shoulders; her wrinkled and dirty Metallica shirt was ripped at the seams and hung loosely around her thin frame. Readjusting the bag, she gathered her courage and made her way up to the building, she was always like this. She could handle vampires, or massacre fae, but the one thing that made her nervous was approaching mortals. Things either went too smoothly, or not at all. Her goal at this time of day was to convince the people that she was the new History teacher

He was walking through the bazaar, hoping to find a mare to bid on when he saw on a platform surrounded by a swarm of men with money in their hands all reaching up to hopefully get to touch the woman dressed in rags on the set. He moved closer to the stage, and saw his childhood friend at the front of the stage. Evermore so he was interested and took a spot beside his associate. “What do we have here?” He asked gently, gazing at the woman with a fiery heart in her eyes. “A gypsy caught and is up for bid. Rumor is that if a gypsy is caught, and you break them they bring good luck and fortune.” His friend motioned aroun

The woman was beautiful, almost as beautiful as his own mother. She seemed to float toward him. Reflexively, he brushed his hand through his hair, removing his hood in the process. The moment she noticed him, he was frozen in the moment. His unicorn blood tingled in his veins, urging him to turn and run. Women, yes, unicorns liked women, maidens usually. But this one was different. She had a presence about her, one he hadn’t felt in such a long time. Just as when he is in his unicorn skin, his human skin is just as pale. His hair, shaved on both sides and long in the middle, giving him a mane effect with feathery tendrils of grey hair.