Schaydes slight form materialized as her body was thrown forcefully against a rough, stone wall. The impact was so violent it jarred the very foundation, causing bits of grey plaster and stone to rain upon her from above. Her concentration wavered as she wiped at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. The sight of her own blood staining her translucent skin with a crimson smear further ignited her anger. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision and get her attacker back in her sights. A pair of amber eyes narrowed at her in the darkness, hatred swirling in their depths like liquid fire. She prepared to melt into the shadows once more, but her assailant anticipated her thoughts. A feral growl echoed throughout the cavernous mansion, its few, lit torches casting silhouettes that performed a macabre dance to the music of bloodshed.
With preternatural speed, her assailant was upon her. Large, clawed hands pinned her arms above her head in a vice like grip, lifting her 59 frame off the ground so that she was eye level with the 7 foot tall beast. She turned her face away as her captor snarled, baring lethal canines so close to her face, she could feel the whiskers on his muzzle brushing her cheek.
Anger seethed deep in her gut at being held captive by one she has come to loathe. She turned her glare upon the beast, staring into the eyes of a very angry werewolf. Her chin lifted slightly in a display of defiance and her brow furrowed as she spoke through clenched teeth, her light, Romanian accent razor sharp with impatience.
Release me Rafe. I get it, youre pissed.
The werewolf snarled, his pearlescent fangs creating a startling contrast against the midnight shade of his fur. The fur was an even greater contrast when compared to the tall, muscular, dark haired man that had stood before her not twenty minutes ago.
Rafe BloodMoon, was not only devastatingly handsome, he was independently wealthy, for reasons unknown. Schayde had her suspicions. There were few explanations for vast wealth on Mercy Island, none of them good. Not only was the man wealthy and well connected, he had also been her lover for the past year. Tonight marked the death of what had been an intense but deadly relationship between the werewolf and the demoness a coupling that nay-sayers had doomed from the very beginning. Now Schayde found herself wishing she had given heed to those warnings. She had come here tonight to end the relationship once and for all. She had several reasons for wanting out; the fact that his pack held no respect for her as his mate, the lies, the mental and physical abuse, his inability to keep out of the beds of the female werewolves in his pack. She had no patience for tyrannical, unfaithful men, no matter how pretty the package.
Things had gone down hill very quickly, escalating into physical blows after Rafe slapped her the first time. Things only got worse and eventually, he had shifted into wolf form as his rage intensified. Now in a position she wanted desperately to free herself from, she struggled against his grip, but to no avail. His body kept her legs and torso pinned to the wall, his bulk seeming to grow heavier upon her chest with each passing second. Schayde gasped, struggling to breathe beneath the suffocating weight.
Dammit Rafe
..I mean it
..get
the hell
off me.
Rafe smirked, which in his current form, looked more like a snarl. Pleased with her discomfort, but having no real desire to kill her, he eased some of his weight off her, allowing her to breathe a bit easier but making escape impossible.
Why would I want to do that? he asked, each word edged with a slight growl due to his lupine form. So you can plant another round house in the side of my skull? The last part was said with a great deal of annoyance in his tone. He didnt like it when she defended herself. It proved that he had not yet broken her spirit, something he would just have to work harder at. He detested disobedience from his woman.
Schayde laughed weakly, the sound echoing down the vast corridors of the mansion. Flames in a nearby fire place sputtered briefly then flared back to life. Rafes eyes narrowed at her, knowing she was attempting to use her Demon magic to escape his hold on her. He knew if given the chance, shed vaporize into the shadows, making her impossible to capture again.
Its your own damn fault I had to knock you on your [censored]. Maybe you shouldnt have tried to tear my throat out.
Rafe growled in angry denial at her accusation and shook her slightly. However, werewolves often forget their own strength. Schaydes head bounced against the rough stone wall at her back. Her vision swam with the impact and she moaned softly as her head lolled to the side. Blood continued to trickle from the cut on her lip, but it was the oozing gash on her side that had cost her the most blood.
Struggling to maintain consciousness, she tried to summon the strength to taunt him over the fact that she had inflicted at least some damage upon him, despite his obvious advantages. If she could just hold on a little longer
..maybe find an opportunity to de-materialize
..escape
..but she was so tired
..
Something wasnt right
. the knowledge seeped its way through the haze clouding Rafes mind. Sensing that Schaydes injuries were more serious than he originally thought, his fury melted into genuine concern. He hadnt meant for things to take such a violent turn. It all happened so quickly, and when the beast takes over, rational thought is the last thing on his mind. Easing his body away from hers, he lowered her to the ground, shifting back into human form. Schayde lay before him, her broken body wracked with searing spasms of agony. He took note of the pallor of her skin. Normally, her complexion was a creamy white, but now it had turned a terrifying shade of grey. He had no way of knowing how much blood shed lost, but he could smell it and knew it had to be more than what was safe, even for a Demon.
God
Schayde.. he rasped, How did we let things come this far
his voice trailed off as her lashes fluttered against her cheeks. He reached out to touch her face but she jerked her head away. Perspiration dotted her forehead from the effort and her skin was clammy to the touch. She was going into shock. She leveled her gaze on him beneath lowered lashes, the affection she once felt for him replaced by pure, undisguisable disgust. Mustering what strength she had left, she managed to rasp through her damaged vocal cords.
You
..you let it come this far. This
will not be forgotten. I will not
.rest
.
Rafe looked as though he was about to argue and Schayde knew she must act quickly, for her strength was fading fast. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she rolled away from him, her slender form melting into the shadows as she did so. Rafe moved to grab for her but it was too late, she was shadows and darkness now. He stood slowly, knowing it would be pointless to go after her. Though he could sense her presence moving through the mansion toward escape, he could not pin point her location.
Feeling the burden of reality come crashing down upon him, he strode to the balcony and stared with unseeing eyes at the landscape before him. The full moon rode high in the sky, casting its reflection upon the restless sea below. He remained there for several moments, listening to the lonely silence within the walls of his mansion. Only when he could no longer sense Schaydes presence, did he launch himself from the balcony, changing form in mid air. His massive claws ripped up chunks of damp earth as he hit the ground running.
He needed to hunt. He needed the thrill of battle to exorcise the memories of tonight, of the past year. Despite his violent nature, inability to control his rage, and desire to dominate her completely, he had cared for her. Now she was gone from his life, a fact he was not pleased about. He was even less pleased with the fact that her reasons for leaving him were completely justifiable. There had been many times where he had not been gentle with her emotionally or physically. Someone was going to suffer the consequences of his misdeeds tonight, and he didnt particularly care who. One thing was certain: He would bide his time, he would find her, and he would bring her back, willingly or not. The sounds of his rage carried on the wind as he melted into the night.
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Kings Row 8 months later
Present Day.
Schayde ducked her head so that half her face remained hidden behind a curtain of red hair as she locked the door to her estate and headed toward the Gish. She walked freely through the streets of Kings Row, her attire allowing her to blend in with the people on the street. So long as she wore her hair down, it would cover the small tattoo behind her left ear; the mark many villainous mercenaries were branded with after serving time in one of the Prisons near Mercy Island. Memories of her last visit to the Islands assailed her but she shook them off quickly. She had to hurry, or she would be late
.
Five minutes later she sauntered through the doors of Pocket D, loud techno music pulsing through the joint. The vibrations of the music were so strong she could feel them through the soles of her stiletto boots. She surveyed the area, looking for the tell tale red and blue neon glow marking the boundaries between the Hero and Villain sides of the club. With a determined stride, she straightened her shoulders and made her way to the Hero side, climbing the stairs to the bar on the upper-most level. She paused at the top of the landing for only a moment, taking in the sight of a rather diverse crowd. Heroes and Villains a-like both costumed and in civilian attire, mingled at the bar and on the dance floor. The low thrum of conversation served to help calm her nerves.
The sound of a meaty fist connecting with flesh and the clatter of overturned bar stools brought her out of her private thoughts. In the far corner, a fight had broken out between a rather large thug and a much smaller fellow in brightly colored spandex. The big guy had thrown the first punch, but it was the smaller guy who had the upper hand. With his speed and agility, it wasnt long before the little guy had the larger fellow sprawled unconscious across a table. Two burly bouncers came into her line of sight and she watched as one of them questioned the victor while the other hefted the thug over his shoulder and tossed him out into the street. Schayde shook her head smiling slightly and approached the bar.
As she came into view, Chilly, the bartender glared at her. Bout time you showed up woman. Git back here, you got work to do.
Schayde offered what she hoped was a pleasant smile and nodded as she took her position behind the bar. She wiped her clammy hands on a towel and picked up a bottle of Bacardi. She twirled the bottle in her palm, flipped it upside down, and balanced it on the tip of her finger. This gained her applause from several bystanders, many of which had already indulged them selves a great deal. She continued to entertain as she served her first few orders. She gritted her teeth and smiled as she catered to a gaudily dressed man whod had the nerve to reach over the bar and slap her leather clad behind. Yup, this was going to be an interesting job indeed.
((Feel free to join in, lets see what kinds of adventures this leads to))
((Schayde the Shadow Stalker on virtue server Tall and slender with well proportioned curves, she has shoulder length hair, almost burgundy in color. At first glance, she appears to possess Demon-like qualities; gently sloping horns like that of a ram, crimson eyes that display alternating shades of red when her moods change. But then one looks beyond obvious features they notice the vampire-like quality of her ears, the delicate yet deadly point of her fangs, the fact that she does drink blood on occasion (but for enjoyment or healing not necessity), and her ability to tolerate only minor amounts of sunlight before suffering from a death-like paralysis. She is the eldest of 5 children, having 4 brothers, each of them having a different father. Her mother is Human, but an ambitious one at that. Myserae chooses her men based on power and their rank, and she has shamelessly used her children as bargaining chips to get what she wants. She also refuses to tell Schayde anything about her father, preventing her from making sense of where her mixed qualities come from. As you can tell from the prologue, she has a history with Rafe Bloodmoon, and a violent one at that.
Schayde Scrapper on virtue server for rp purposes, this character is the same person as the one listed above. They are identical in appearance. This allows for Schayde to be in both hero and villain locations in the game, validating any scenes where the villainess appears in places where she normally would not be able to (i.e. Kings Row). This also enables her to live in Shadow Manor, a small estate (sg base on hero side) on the outskirts of Kings Row. At present, Shadow Manor consists of my hero characters, some of which will make appearances in this storyline, and 1 friend, but more are certainly welcome to join the ranks. RP is strongly preferred in members and there is no requirement for how often members need to play to join.))
To answer your questions, there aren't really many rules to this RP, as I don't want to place alot of restrictions on people's creativity. I do ask a few, minor things: