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Plot | Lyndon, a 500 year vampire lives alone in the forest. He kills people (obviously) and is a wanted criminal. Though your character (vampire or human) hunts him down for a remarkable price. Though they meet and became best friends. (yay :P )
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[align=right]Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
Oh God I'm sick of sleeping alone
OC;;
Sounds good.
IC;;
Told bluntly, kill this vampire, and we might just spare your little brother. Who had been bitten and turned into one of them, in a family brought up to hunt and kill these creatures. She couldn't risk them killing her brother, slowly by exposing him to the sun.
She couldn't watch it, she couldn't do it. They could regulate his thirst, do anything. But she wouldn't allow him to die. So, here she was. A crossbow in hand, silver sword resting on her belt. A hunter out on the prowl for prey.
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Lyndon sped faster and clinged to his dinner's hoodie. He sensed the blood assail through the man's sensitive body. "Get away from me!" The middle-aged man cried with mercy. Lyndon's fangs bared out of his gums. Exposing clearly to the man. Before another sound was made. Lyndon inserted his fangs into the man's neck. He could feel the sweet crimson substance fill his body when the man started to begin getting limp and weak.
After a few pleasured moments, Lyndon threw the man's body into the river flowing quickly by. Feeling stuffed Lyndon leaned against an oak tree while watching the man's body cleanse and decompose in the river.
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[align=right]Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
Oh God I'm sick of sleeping alone
OC;;
There was a cry, and her ears picked it up. With a quick muttered prayer under her breath, she pressed on. Chocolate brown hair framing a pale face, eyes that looked like mud and a rather athletic build, and she supposed they were family traits.
Adapted to hunting her prey.
IC;;
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It was an extraordinary windy night. Trees branches swayed constantly, Lyndon could hear the wind whistle through them. His black hair covered his face, his eyes burning right through it. Lyndon flew himself on a branch, on the tree he was leaning against. His legs dangling on the edge watching immensely at the forest with his gifted vision.
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[align=right]Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
Oh God I'm sick of sleeping alone
OC;;
IC;;
Seeing her target, she loaded bolts into her crossbow, and shot a couple at the vampire, going in Daryl Dixon style and aiming to kill him as quickly as possible. She would draw her sword unless she had to.
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One of the arrows fixed between Lyndon's sleeve and the tree trunk. Ripping the arrow out from the bark, freeing his arm, Lyndon threw the arrow on the ground, with a muttered. He squinted at the direction the arrow had come from. A figure stood in the shadows. Suddenly another arrow inserted right in his hand. With a yowl, he pulled in out. Pain throbbed in his hand, his blood started to pour out without any problem. Lyndon use his vampire speed, running with immense speed behind the figure. "You messed with the wrong guy, little girl," He growled.
[align=right][sub]"Oops." She called, driving an elbow back as she reached for the sword at her side, spinning round as she drew it. Pointing towards the vampire, she twisted her sword so the blade was flat in her palm.
"You first."
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Lyndon smirked and collected the two arrows before flinging over to a tree branch, though he wasn't that hungry, he'd loves to play with his prey. He threw an arrow over to the girl's direction, it span like a whirlwind. Then threw the other directly at her.