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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/vicemiddle.png] Death Rattle [ˈdeth ra-təl ] noun. † A low-pitched gurgling or rattling sound sometimes made in the throat of a dying person. There was darkness here. A deathly cold that ran deep into the bones of a creature. A type of frost that few could fully shake off, even when they left the land of ice and fear and wandered back to the warm arms of the only ones they felt could love them. Even in that warm embarrass the chill remained, settling deep inside of them. It only came out at the weakest times, playing on the doubts and fears of the poor creature- following him around until it ran him straight to Death himself. It was then the twisted spirit- some say a wraith, others a shade- took the remaining warmth from the shriveled soul before throwing him into the coldest layer of Hell. Having finally fed the creature wandered back into the darkness, hiding himself in the ring of death that surrounded this graveyard until the next soul happened to wander by. It was at this time that Vice made his way toward the cursed ground. He was a demonic looking creature, though his eyes held a kindness and nobility that was not often seen in this day and age. Even then there was a darkness hidden behind the recess of his eyes, a twisted nature that was hard to control certain days. Even with that darkness though- or maybe because of it- a deadly attraction ran over him. An unusual appearance, a dark past, a twisted nature hidden behind dark eyes, it all added together to make an amazingly sexy freak that was damn fine on the eyes. A thick body, quite obviously compact with muscle and eyes showing he was smart enough to take care of his own problems. No fear radiated off of him as he wandered through the cursed ground, only a mild curiosity filling his eyes as he took in the area. This place was a mystery, something he wanted to solve. Vice was a man who did not like surprises. He didn’t enjoy wondering what was going to happen. If he were human he would be the kid sneaking around the house, finding the presents, and slowly opening them and closing them without anyone ever knowing. On that fateful Christmas day there would be true surprise in his eyes as he looked at the presents he already were there. It wasn’t that he wanted to spoil the surprise it was that he didn’t want to be wondering what he was getting into. That was the reason why he was wandering here now. It wasn’t that he was looking for a monster; it wasn’t that he was looking for death; it was simply that he had heard the rumors and he needed to know the truth behind them. He didn’t do surprises. The unique looking creature wandered with the gait of someone who knew where he was going. His silky smooth skin almost seemed to shutter in the moonlight, the colors ranged from a deep set onyx to a glowing emerald. He was usually only this colorful in direct light, normally it was a calm black, splashes seen here and there. He had a Doberman looking frame, though much larger and bulkier than any dog would be. A pinstripe rode down both sides of his spine finally coming together and racing down his furless tail that trailed along silently behind him. A row of spikes, built into his spine, raced along his back. They rattled silently, moving up and down- to show agitation or just because he was bored was unknown. A set of large dragon like wings hung around his chest. The talons clasped together to make a small cape- the only thing he really had to keep him warm. There were many oddities here; it was expected in a place like this. But Vice held a uniqueness that was more than just a little strange. He took this in stride and adored the attention that it caused him. The confidence radiated off of him, even now in the desolate place full of death and destruction. It would be surprising if he found another creature to enjoy the evening air with- and maybe that was what he secretly wanted. Even though Vice was a social creature, his privacy and solitude was something he enjoyed. Sure he wouldn’t turn down a bit of company, especially if it came from an attractive witch who wandered his direction. Letting out a deep sigh the freak felt a shiver run down his spine, and though the spikes suddenly stood at ripe attention he made no other motion that he had shuttered. There was a deathly cold here that he did not fully understand, and very slowly he was beginning to wonder if maybe venturing this direction had been the wrong choice to make. Wrapping his wings closer to his body the brute took another step forward, not knowing he had come to stand directly in the center of decay that littered at his feet. A hiss of cold swept past him, and as his head jerked to the left and emerald eyes narrowed to slits, the whisper raced to his right. Turning himself as quickly as he could Vice stared at the empty wasteland, an unsettling feeling of fear striking him suddenly. A voice whispered into the wind and he could have sworn he saw a shadow pass in front of him. Without warning a cloud passed over the moon and a darkness settling over the earth. Vice… The death rattle sounded. Muse;; Eh... Word Count;; 907 Authors Notes;; Intro to Vice! Also the first thing IC I've written in 3 months. Oh and I was Very distracted! Copyright;; Vice and this post are both strictly © to Freedom. Table made and © to Prism of The Crossfire. All theft will be found and dealt with strictly.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Cespar---MIDDLE.png] His paws made no sound on the soft terrain as he meandered through the graves. Cespar wasn't sure why he had come here, the most forsaken region of this land. There was an evil here that did not sleep, that let you feel it's presence to scare you away. Maybe the beast had wanted something to do, some excitement in his life. Battling a supernatural being would certainly ease his boredom. He had been wondering for some time, and it had been so long that he couldn't quite remember the reason, all he could do was speculate. He did know that he laft his boyhood home because of a tragedy his mind had erased from his memeory. A lost loved one or an irreparably broken heart, but it was painful enough that his mind saw fit to erase it completely. Cespar looked around at the dismal setting, smiling ruefully to himself. The scene that laid itself out before his sulfur eyes was bleak, gray and colorless. He knew that he would be spotted instantly, if anyone so much as glanced his way. THe fur that covered his body was vibrant emerald and sun yellow, making him shine in this somber environment. The many tombstones made him feel as if he was being watched, that soemething would jump out from behind one of the multiple headstones at any moment. The beast shook out his spring tinted coat, getting rid of the ominous feelings along with the debris that had gathered in his coat. I need to get out of here was the thought that ran through his mind. There was a sudden gust of wind hat brought the scent of bodily decay and Ces wondered if someone had died here recently. Shivers went down his spine and he decided that he had overstayed his welcome, not that anyone was ever welcomed here. More like he had worn out the spirits tolerance. There were few that the spirits let stay here without disturbances, those were the wolves that you never wanted to meet, they were the ones that felt comfortable in the god-forsaken place. The spring touched brute picked up his pace, and changed his direction. He wanted to get out, not go deeper into the graveyard. When he turned Cespar spotted a creature that he had not seen before, most likely because he had blended in with the background. This monster was large, with onyx skin not fur and two large wings that looked like they should belong to the devil himself. His first instinct was to run in the opposite direction, but curiosity made him stop."Hello? Who are you? And why do you look so frightened?" a deep voice sounded, and Cespar realized it was his own. Some impulse made Ces call out to this freakish stranger. A closer inspection of this animal however had shown his that he was scared, or at least shaken. If this was one of the wraiths that walked this place freely Ces was preparing himself to bolt. However, if his was jsut a frightened soul looking for a way out of this hell then he knew that he wold be happy to have the company. He stood there rooted to the spot waiting for this demon to answer, his eyes of sulfur watching intently. [ooc//: so I'm trying out 3rd person lol let me know how it goes :3]

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/vicemiddle.png] Vice would never admit it, not even to himself, but when he heard the strangers voice come from behind him he almost jumped completely out of his own skin. His emerald eyes opened wide in honest fright and he could feel a chill running down his spine as all the spikes stood up on edge. Without warning his large wings opened up to their full width and if the moon was still visible then they could have very well blocked out all light. Turning to face his suspected enemy Vice's lips opened wide in a deadly smile, clearly showing what his fangs could do. As he spin, he really did look like a demon coming out of the grave. Though his skin was silky smooth, the dull light around him gave him a almost a slimy glow. With his wings and the spikes that ran down his spine- throw in his thick body and ridged muscles that twitched under his skin and the bony smooth tail that flicked back and forth like an agitated cat, Vice definitely did not look like someone you wanted to meet in a dark and haunted cemetery. After a few moments though his wings slowly dropped down and came to wrap around himself again. The spikes lowered slightly, though still remained slightly upright. The deadly grin lowered slightly, until a good matured smile graced his lips instead. In a matter of moments, as long as it took for his eyes to adjust and come to realize that this green and yellow fellow was not here to harm him, he had turned into a completely different creature. Sure, he was still as unusual as he was before- but now instead of wanting to run from the freak one might want to ask him what the hell he was- and Vice was someone who would answer to the best of his knowledge. Remembering the brutes words Vice scoffed slightly. "Frightened? Who's frightened? What are you talking about? Who are you anyway?" He wasn't getting angry, but like any other guy with an ego complex and a thirst to prove himself Vice wanted to appear completely and totally in control. Puffing his chest out slightly, the back of his mind told him not to chase this stranger away because he very well knew that there Was something here and that two would be much more likely to make it out than one. He was just about to say something of the like when a loud crack sounded from somewhere in the dark and blind instinct made Vice turn toward the sound. If he was going to die it was sure as hell not going to be with his back turned. Moving silently, he slowly backed up until he was standing shoulder to shoulder with his new found friend, his large head working in constant motion and his ears flawed out to catch any sound. He could feel something watching him and he did not enjoy the sensation one bit. Turning down to the vibrant colored wolf his brow raised slightly. "One, my name is Vice. Two, nice to meet ya, hope you're looking for a little rough and tumble with some otherworldly ghost slut. You know though we might even run into Fred and Daphne out here. Mhmm... Daphne. I love her. Oh yes! And three! Could you seriously stick out in the dark any more!" Muse;; Supernatural! Word Count;; 563 Authors Notes;; Do you not normally do third person? I thought it was great! Copyright;; Vice and this post are both strictly © to Freedom. Table made and © to Prism of The Crossfire. All theft will be found and dealt with strictly.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Cespar---MIDDLE.png] This guy's reaction was to be expected in a place like this, to jump three feet out of your skin. Even though it was a normal response to my sneaking up behind him, it still made me jump a little. My body had been tensed to run, and I almost did because the creature had extended his wings to their full length, while giving me a grin that could've killed anybody of pure fright. Once he got a full look at me he seemed to relax. I did the same, because I saw in his eyes that he had no intention of hurting me. His facial expression turned from one of fear, to one of nonchalance. He was going to cover it up. "Frightened? Who's frightened? What are you talking about? Who are you anyway?" I laughed, just ignoring the moronic move to seem in control. I was a guy too, and I had done that many times myself, but I figure here, in the creepiest if places, admittance of fear was okay, even by a guy's standards. Guess I thought wrong. My jaw widened to respond when a loud crack sounded from the woods. My head snapped towards the direction, and I felt the strange beast do the same, while getting alongside me. I smirked thinking that this guy had the same idea I had earlier. Two heads are better than one. I stood there looking for a source of that noise, even though I knew I would find none. The creature turned to me, his brow raised, and his cavernous mouth opened to speak. "One, my name is Vice. Two, nice to meet ya, hope you're looking for a little rough and tumble with some otherworldly ghost slut. You know though we might even run into Fred and Daphne out here. Mhmm... Daphne. I love her. Oh yes! And three! Could you seriously stick out in the dark any more!" Good he was blunt, we wouldn't be wasting any time with words tonight. I just wanted to get out of this hellhole alive, and this guy was going to help me. A chuckle escaped my mouth at the fur comment though, I would never be stealthy because of it. "Well, one, my name is Cespar. Two, glad you're here, I'm pretty sure that we're going to need to stick together if we want to survive whatever this is. And three, no I probably couldn't but you can't help genetics. Mom was yellow , dad was green and TADA! their child was a combination and brighter than the both of them. SO getting over the fact that you could see me from a mile away where do you figure is the fastest way out of here?" my head turned towards him as I said it, smirking at him. I decided to make another smart comment about Fred and Daphne but another crack came from behind us, and closer. I whipped around, probably hitting Vice in the process. My sunny eyes scanned the trees and headstones, I saw nothing but a menacing laugh came out of nowhere, telling me that this thing didn't want us to leave anymore.

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/vicemiddle.png] Vice let out a small smile as his new found friend was able to banter back. It seemed that this wolf could give just as well as he could take and it was a comfort for Vice to know that he wouldn't have to be fighting and arguing over the stupidest things to get his point across. For one, Vice was a naturally born leader with a very bad attitude. He loved to control the situation because it made him feel in charge. When it came to finding out information though- that was a very different matter. He had a smooth mouth and his exotic look worked with women but men and pups especially were on edge with him. He needed someone softer, nicer, to tag around with, who would bee a challenge and whom he could trust at the same time. Maybe it was time for Cespar to try out. Vice was about to respond to the toxic colored brute, the same time Cesper was about to speak yet before the two of them could battle of words the same deathly sound came again and Vice was knocked slightly in the side was Cesper turned around- his eyes wide. Glancing at the brute, Vice fought back the temptation to rip into the furry hide that was now near his face. Maybe it was jealousy or maybe it was because he simply was ticklish but the feeling of fur, no matter if it was soft or course, on his silky like skin made a shiver run down the doberman like wolf's spine. Gently the spikes rose then flattered as he tried to reign in his own control. It was obvious his partner had not known, and from the way he was standing now that had a lot more to worry about than some bullshit argument that Vice wanted to start just because he had gotten a chill. Growling at his own stupidity it turned into a surprised yelp when out of no where a very large and very non colorful specter appeared before him before disappearing all together in a blink of an eye. Surprise and real fear shuttered through him as he felt the cold begin to creep into his skin. He felt his jaws part and his voice ring out, hating himself for the vapors of cold that whispered out from between his lips. "D-Did you see that?!" Shock and amaze was clear in his voice was he looked behind him at Cesper before looking back in front of him again. There were NO! such things as ghosts! I mean there couldn't be, could there? Why had he never seen any before in his entire life? Could this one bit of land really be haunted? As the thought hit him he suddenly realized he was more terrified of being on haunted land than he was of ghosts inhabiting the world. Forcing his teeth to quit knocking together he glanced once more at his partner, silently hoping that he was just as scared as him. There was something that he had not expected though hiding behind Cesper's eyes. The sudden realization that they could very well get out of this. Vice didn't know if it was because in the end he was not alone to fight off the hell beast or if it was that Cesper for some reason had given him a strength that he could not give himself. Silently he hoped that it was the former, it m,ade him feel like less of a coward. He was not a chicken, not in any sense, but who the hell knew what this Thing wanted to do with them? Vice was not born to be some bitches dinner and he would not stand for laying down to die. It was time to get out of here. "Ces," the nickname pronounced like "Sess" rolled easily off of Vice's lips, surprising even himself at the familiarity of the sound. "If Army of Darkness has taught me anything in my life it is that we don't split up and that I need to find myself a Boom Stick!" His knowledge of things human was odd, and he offered no explanation- highly doubting his partner would get the reference. But quoting things had always given Vice a feeling that he was doing something worth while. I mean if the tv said it, it had to be real, right? "Now I don't know which one of us is supposed to play the black guy, and which one is supposed to play the virgin- but I have no desire to find out. Why don't we just meander on out of the crap pool and find some pretty tramps to dame about... oh darn, it's the other way huh... oh well!" The humor was clearly replacing the fear that he felt. A cocky smile spread along his face even as his wings raised up into the air making himself look much larger than he was in real life and the spikes along his spine stood at perfect attention and stayed there. The fur-less tail wrapped around his legs, twitching back and forth, it was the only thing that showed even a little bit of unease on the demonic looking wolf. Grinning at Ces, Vice took a step forward, jumping back with a loud yelp as a perfect circle around the pair lit on fire- slowly snaking its way toward them. Looking up in desperation into the darkness, Vice shuttered when he saw a set of pearly whites salivating at them and the same sickening laugh strike forward once more. "Oh fuck..." Muse;; Country & Work Word Count;; 926 Authors Notes;; Hehehe, I'm at work. XD. Two, Ces is flipping Awesome, I love him! Three, Ashy why don't we rp more- I love your writing! And finally, please do not think me racist- my black guy comment was making a joke on bad horror movies where the black guy is always the first to die and the virgin is always the only one who survives. Oh and if you haven't seen Army of Darkness it is an awesome old school B rated horror movie with Bruce Campbell. His Boom Stick is his shot gun! lol. Copyright;; Vice and this post are both strictly © to Freedom. Table made and © to Prism of The Crossfire. All theft will be found and dealt with strictly.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Cespar---MIDDLE.png] "D-Did you see that?!" My eyes wide, I looked back at Vice. I hadn't seen anything. Maybe the spirits were doing different things to us, because he didn't seem like he was hearing a deep and menacing laugh, the kind that makes a grown wolf want to cower under a rock and not come out for twenty years. He turned to me with the same look that I was giving him. Shit was goin' down was all I could think. But I was determined not to go down with it, and I wouldn't let Vice go either. I shook my head at Vice, silently letting him know that I didn't see anything. "And I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that you can't hear that insanely scary laughter coming from the forest?" it was still there, quiet, but loud enough to get my spine to tremble. "Ces, if Army of Darkness has taught me anything in my life it is that we don't split up and that I need to find myself a Boom Stick! Now I don't know which one of us is supposed to play the black guy, and which one is supposed to play the virgin- but I have no desire to find out. Why don't we just meander on out of the crap pool and find some pretty tramps to dame about... oh darn, it's the other way huh... oh well!" ....What the fuck? I gave the weirdo a questioning look but at the same time saw that his words had given him confidence. Despite the awful feeling in my gut I laughed at his cocky grin. "Dude you gotta know that no one but you ever knows what the hell you're talking about!" my deep laugh sounded in the graveyard, giving me some confidence as well. We both moved to step forward to get the fuck outta that hell hole, when a circle of fire erupted in front of our faces. The grin died on my face, leaving only worry and fear. I heard Vice swear, and I was pretty sure that I saw a set of sharp looking teeth snap at us through the flames. "Good feelings gone," I spoke to no one in particular. Looking around on the ground for something to cover the flame, all I saw was dry leaves and stick. Dammit, and the flame was too high to jump. Letting a low growl rumble throughout my frame I bared my teeth at the snapping jaws. Was I scared out of my mind? Hell yes. Was I ready to let this.. thing get us? Fuck no. With a shout, and a tone of voice a lot more confident than I felt I yelled at the creature. "WE AREN'T AFRAID OF YOU! YOU CAN'T PHYSICALLY TOUCH US SPIRIT! SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR HEADS YOU COWARD!" it was as loud as I could, and it was quite sudden. I felt my hackles rise up, and with my size, I knew that it could be a scary sight. I looked at Vice to see if we could figure out how to get out of this one, when the flames faded away. My eyebrows climbed my forehead, the rumble in my chest, stopped. There was no way that I could scare this thing with just my voice. Looking at Vice again, I heard a whisper in my head. You're aren't out of this yet foolish boy. Your nightmare is just beginning! and my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates (well whatever those are anyway). "Man did you hear that? Something just talked to me, and I'm damned sure that that wasn't you. So which was is the exit out of this hell hole?"

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/middle.png] Ooc;; Imma just jump in herrree, lemme know if I need to take this post out or something |: It was turning out to be an excellent day. The sun was covered, and the sounds of the annoying birds that plagued the rest of Sententia held their silence quite well. The white royalty would have applauded the pointless creatures if he could have. Xenios Tsarr Vasilias easily wound his way through the beaten path were wolves idiotic enough to come through, on what he would call his territory, came. Xenios chuckled to himself, a great day indeed. His heavy footfall lazily roamed the land daily- some of the specters here knew him well, as their murderer. Females were no better alive than they were dead. He could feel the thickness of another's presence in the air- it was obvious that one could never be truly alone here in Capulus Mortem- there was always something, there, watching. And most of the time it was Xenios himself. He chuckled with a sick tone behind it- there were wolves here, and that was obvious. Living, wolves. Xenios fed off the company that was presented to him. And that was meant in the most literal sense. He never really meant to intrude on good conversations, but in the thick mist and the eerie scenery it was quite easy to scare the shit out of innocent bystanders. As he weaved his way through the rest of the trees, Xenios found himself looking back at the pointed wooden daggers. His electric green eyes could easily spot the two intruders- toying with his victims. Perhaps he would toy with them, no? After all, it was quite easy to mistake a ghost with the bloodied king himself. His crimson stained throat and electric eyes, mixed with his misty fur easily presented itself as a spectrum to the strangers, riling them up a little before the real fun started. "D-Did you see that?!" Xenios quietly, slowly crept his way towards the seal sleek, larger creature that perhaps deemed himself a wolf. The thing almost made the white royalty gargle in disgust, but he held his breath. The winged "rat" was large, but Xenios stood maybe a centimeter taller. However, the wings did impress him slightly, running with green veins that matched the color of his irises. The stranger rambled on about things unknown, and when Xenios had heard enough of it his silent snarl stretched toward the stranger, who obviously noted his presence. And then Xenios scurried away, silently. His scent was masked- he had basked in the scent of dead flesh and the thick mist for so long that it was nearly impossible for a good nose to sniff him out. "Oh fuck..." They had arrived at the very flames that had birthed Xenios himself- the pit that all demons crawled out of at their birth, when they shoved their mothers back into the flames, consumed forever. Xenios circled the fiery pit that had finally been discovered. They would spread the secret, or be thought to be going crazy. Either way, Xenios would have an increased population, and he did not like that. The only solution, in this case, would be death to them all. "WE AREN'T AFRAID OF YOU! YOU CAN'T PHYSICALLY TOUCH US SPIRIT! SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR HEADS YOU COWARD!" Xenios felt a snarl of anger shoot through his body- How dare the coward speak to him in such a tone! He took great personal offence, as he cackles through the flames, the laugh of an insane man. The voices in his head increased so much when he was around his birthplace- was that his mother's bone he saw in the flames? He told himself to not be foolish before he felt himself drift somewhat, his body used by the death to convey a message. He slowly tip-toed next to the toxic colored stranger. "You're aren't out of this yet foolish boy. Your nightmare is just beginning!" He spat the words like poison into the boy's ear before standing before the flames, facing the two intruders of his mother's grave. His head was down, and his beastly fur crackled with energy, as his tail whipped violently in the air, raised with dominance. A low, violent snarl erupted from his throat as he lunged at the toxic wolf, aiming for his spine with dangerously sharp teeth. "You shall pay for your ignorance! Your words shall suffer in silence, just as your soul! Xenios was in a rage, and if his death grasp managed to work, he could throw the boy into the flames, where his innocence and ignorance would be sent to hell, with the paranormal world they lived in.