Realistic or Modern This Concrete Jungle

[Malhyanth]

This roleplay is for Malhyanth and AnnaWinters ​

Please do not enter this RP unless expressly invited.

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This roleplay is a fantasy roleplay based around a modern styled world. Within it, humans, as they al the always have, believe themselves to be the predominant species; top of the food chain; masters of all they survey.​

This is not the case, however. In the shadows, beings of mystique and folklore stalk. Though they may appear human, their movements are animalistic. Their skills are beyond comprehension. Their appetites are for something more...​

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Hard boots clanked against the flooring of the alley as the legs powering them pushed on, undeterred by the sirens and shouts from behind him. Long legs pumped, adrenaline surged, but he fought his natural instinct to change. Around him, there were too many witnesses, too many pathetic humans. The white man with the bloodied face and arms kept going, ducking into any multitude of alley, before he came to a dead end. The fire escape against the building seemed far too high to reach, but those legs bunched below him, and he forced himself up, one hand capturing the edge of the metal framework. With one arm, he hauled himself up, the other flung out once he was high enough to grip the barrier, and pull him over onto the floor of the escape.

The man breathed for a moment, his heart racing. He had been stupid!!! But the young upstart had deserved it. However, tearing out his heart and liver to devour appeared to be something frowned upon here. Perhaps he'd need to move on sooner than he'd anticipated? He slowly got to his feet, careful not to make too much noise on the clanging metalwork as he worked up the multiple floors to the roof. The sky was pitch black, and not just from the night sky; deep, bruised clouds loomed, and the werewolf could feel it in the breeze, sharp, cold specks that danced upon the bare flesh of his arms, where he had lost his coat to the hounds the police had released. It pisses him off; it had been his favourite leather biker jacket, and had served him well. But the loss of his jacket had been worth it to see the fear on that boy's face. He'd thought himself the biggest wolf on these streets. Turned out he was nothing but a mere pup, bordering on adolescence, and the Bone Collector had seen fit to teach him a lesson he would not forget. He'd eaten his heart, his liver, to prevent his Dark Master wanting anything to do with the body. He served a higher power, seeking the strong to give to his Master, to twist to the Dark One's desire.

Mounting the wall at the top of the escape, the pale man found himself on a flat roof. Around him, sirens blared, shouts as the dogs they were using to hunt him refused to follow the trail. A wolf packed full of adrenaline? Good choice, little pooches. Up on the roof, it was quiet. Eventually, there may be helicopters seeking him, but he was calm now, his heart settled, his gait calm; he would blend in... once he got this blood off! On the roof, there were a few water butts, presumably for the owner's small roof top garden. The werewolf liked it; nature trapped in the concrete jungle, just like him. He'd brought the wild with him; he'd come from somewhere beyond where most of these young wolves knew. Most of them had probably never seen a forest, beyond that park in the centre of these skyscrapers, and high rises. Using the freezing water to start to cleanse his arms, a crack above his head stopped him. Rain came down in a torrent. He opened his arms to the rain, and felt it run over him. He wiped his face quickly, so his grey vest would not be stained beyond the few flecks that had dripped from his face. The heavy rain would drench out any blood on his clothing; a simple grey vest, revealing arms as white as a moon, tight black Biker trousers, his boots, combat duty issue. His arms were broad and strong, scarred like the rest of him. The tented flesh of deep, aggressive scars on his torso and back pushed through the drenched vest on his body. Around him, sirens continued to blare, but the shouting and barking had stopped.

Crossing the roof to the edge, the man looked about. His scarred face held eyes, a mixture of white-blue and deep pink, never still as he focused on the world around him. His straight nose sniffed, but the rain was depressing all scents. His eyes could make out no one in the alley below. It was a good 7 storeys, but the wolf didn't have time to walk back down all those stairs; and that would also potentially put him in sight of yet more people that shouldn't know he existed. He took a deep breath, stepped back, and walked forward with purpose, his large hand planting on the slick concrete slab, his body following it over the edge. Freefalling like this was always quite a peaceful feeling; it was like he was a raindrop. He sank down with speed, and braced for impact, booted feet touching down, knees bending, and springing him back to a walk. His dreadlocks clacked together, their bone decorations bumping into each other as he walked with purpose out of the alley. The only stares he received were due to his clothing in this pouring rain. Just a tank top and heavy trousers, to protect against this downpour? Madness!! His scarred face simply looked at them with little interest. He walked on, until he found a small diner, one of those 24/7 types, with all kind of riffraff and vagabonds. Fitting, the albino decided.

The bell above his head made him flinch down, but he soon flashed a jovial grin to the girl behind the counter. He sat himself down at a booth by the window, and asked for a coffee when the girl approached.

 

[AnnaWinters]

Her footsteps always had been silent, because that was how she remained alive. Lately it was getting harder and harder to hide from the humans in the city that she now called home. It had been quite a few decades since she last had been in a city and she already missed the fresh air of the woods. Sadly it was harder to hide in plain sight, in cities it was easier to feed. Most of her kills would be seen as gangs that wanted money, even when she used violence. It was fun, yet she preferred the times where a whole town would fear her. Where they would tell stories about monsters, sadly that no longer seemed the case and she also feared what humans could do.


It was late during the day, the thick clouds holding back the sunlight as she always chuckled at the idea that vampires burned in the sun. She did wonder who had imagined that silly myth, it was to be laughed at. The truth was far from interesting, it was only direct sunlight that made her feel like she was far too hot. The rays would also make her veins stand out on her pale white skin, freckles appearing darker and her enhanced powers would be less potent because the sun would hurt her eyes. Hence why she always had sunglasses with her.


Yet today that seemed silly, the clouds were overcast and were so dark that it seemed like they had a purple edge. A storm was coming and she already could feel the electric charge that was all around her. She was really hoping for a lightning storm, she always loved how her enhanced eyes made her see how the flash of light went down to the earth and how it affected the area around it.


Yet there were other things that she loved more, the screaming of her victims for example. At first she went for innocents, but lately they would draw too much attention. Now she went for the scum of the city, and where she was, they were plentiful. Around her neck she wore a necklace, one with the tree of life as she always had a soft spot for symbolism. Yet that wasn’t something that she wanted to admit too soon.


Today she was following the scent of a young wolf that had dared to get onto her side of the city. The pup really thought that he owned the place and so she had done her research. Searching for the best way to get rid of him. She pulled the hood of her long cloak on her head, just as the rain started to poor down, hoping that the wolf was nearby. Yet the pup never even moved towards her, that made her suspicious. So when she rounded the corner, the stench of a fresh kill wafted toward her. Wrinkling her nose as she frowned at the sight. Slowly advancing towards the body as it didn’t take her long to realize what had happened. ‘I hope he suffered’ she thought right before she looked around. Snarling at the realization that the newer scent wouldn’t be around long enough for her to track it.


The rain pouring down as it made her cloak feel heavy, her ears only picking up the rain on the material as she sighed. Memorizing the scent without showing the face of the monster, her thirst was bad enough already. It had been a few days already.


Her eyes moving over the mutilated body before she heard the cops return, they were there in the distance and so she took off. Faster than any human could move, blending into the shadows. Luckily her footsteps never were seen. She knew they probably wouldn’t even go after her, yet she didn’t want those dogs to find her scent, it was hard enough already. And to be honest, the rain was starting to bother her.


She seemed absent even to her own mind, and so she went into the first diner that came to her path. Pulling the hood from her head when the scent hit her, for the moment the shadows under her eyes became darker, the blood flowing towards it. Yet she was able to push it back, there was no need to get the humans to suspect and so she looked around. Her eyes falling onto the man with the dreadlocks, his skin even paler than her own. His aura obviously showing that he was of strength.


She removed her jacket, placing it onto he hanger close to the door, only to reveal her long wavy brown hair, her hazel eyes onto the man and she licked her lips. The scent of fresh human blood temptingly powerful around her, making her eyes appear even lighter than before. “You do realize that the boy was mine right? I actually was waiting to do what you did… It was a bit sloppy.” She said as she went to sit down next to the other wolf. A thing that not many vampires did these days. Hoping that he would turn his head so she could asses him more.

 

[Malhyanth]

The werewolf was disgusted by this thing he'd ordered. It was watery, tasteless, and generally gritty. He was beginning to wish he'd made more of an attempt to find somewhere with decent coffee. He'd had to add cream and sugar, which he never normally did, to give it any sort of flavour. He stirred it idly, and watched the world hurry by in the downpour outside. He liked the rain. Rain was a refreshing cleansing of the world; especially in the city. Dust and pollution hung in the air like a veil, and when it rained, it was all washed down, and suddenly, the air was clean for the first time since the last rainfall. He loved the feel of raindrops on his scarred skin. Spending the time drying his dreadlocks was always a pain, but it couldn't be helped, and he had to make sure they were dried properly, to avoid anything horrid happening to his scalp.

As he sipped his now mostly hot cream and sugar, with a slight tint of gritty coffee, a young thing walked in, and an eyebrow raised at the scent that followed it. Decay. He knew straight away this one was here for him. Had he killed on someone's patch? Not that he really cared. He was, as noted, a vagabond, a delinquent, and someone that really couldn't care for rules other than those made by his Dark Master. He watched her, her smooth movements, admiring the shape of her curves, the bounce of her brunette hair, and then here eyes. Yes. There was something very dead about the way those stared. Her expression suggestion she hadn't expected to find him so easily. Shame. He didn't mind she had, she looked tasty, in her own way. He leant back in his seat, lounging in her presence. She seemed used to being respected, but the werewolf didn't know her, and he couldn't judge if she should be respected from the way she sat and spoke like they'd known each other forever. His brow, slim and pale like silver on his white skin, rose once more in response to her inviting herself into his booth, and he took a draught of his coffee before he responded to her.

"Puppy should 'ave kept 'is mouth shut." The accented voice was gravelly and deep, but it held notes of amusement, and his flickering, mottled eyes simply stared at the girl. A long nailed hand, thick like claws more than nails, tapped against the porcelain of his coffee mug. "I don't take kindly to being 'arrassed. Young upstart should 'ave noted 'is place." His sharp grin was twisted by the long scar that ran down the left side of his face, through eyebrow, over cheek, and ended in the top lip, leaving his face a perpetual smirk. The other scar that traversed his face was across the bridge of his nose, biting into both cheeks. Around his neck, a large band of scarring, notched, raised, and angry looking, like rope burn that had dug in ferociously into his skin for many years.

"What does a Flea 'ave to do with a Wolf? Dealing out punishment? That is the place of 'is Kin. Especially if 'e is being nought but a cock-sure little brat." He eyed her, flexing his muscular shoulders, his extreme height struggling a little with the booth seat, as it scrunched him up in it. His dreadlocks slowly dripped onto his bare skin.