Blood and sounds of the night RP

Pyu was in his room eating a steak when he sniffed someone entered the mansion. He left his room, with the steak in his mouth, and follwed the scent of the stranger. Pyu stops when he gets in front of the room he's at, because he knows it was a high ranking vampire's room. Pyu sat like a guard dog.

*He sits in the chair in front of the desk, looking around a bit cautiously, unsure of what will happen*

"Welcome sir. I am Darshku. I'd like to hire you for your sevices. I have someone I want dead. And I'd like you to bring his corpse here. The target is a genetically altered vampire. I want to study it. Are you interested in the job. I can pay you well." He said getting straight to the point.

"Vampires I can do, where is it, how strong is it, and is it a full moon tonight? Answer these questions, I'll take the job."

"It is very strong. Immune to sunlight and garlic and is partially resistent to silver. It should be hideing in the city. I'd wager neer some of the less high class hospitals. Easy pickings for it. And yes it is a full moon tonight my canine friend." He said grinning revealing his fangs. "Remember I want this thing in relitively one peice. But diffinately dead."

"You'll have it dead, the Ashunke Omek assures you....." {The Ashunke Omek is the name of the Mother Wolf, A.K.A. Full moon, I thought her up one morning when I stared at the full moon as I was waiting for the bus and literally saw the head of a howling wolf on the face of the moon...}
He waited to see if he had anything more to say.

"Good. Be carefull." He said nodding. "Would you like my aid to join you?" He asked as what appeared to be another noble walked him. He looked to be a teenager and had light brown hair. "His name is Marken."

"What can he do and how well?"

"Put quite simply I can Kill well. I'm a Vampire Werewolf hybrid." Marken answered simply with little emotion.

"You'll do." *Matt looks emotionless* "Where's the closest way outta here with no windows?" he asks.

"To your right. Pull on the lamp tossel. I'll open a trap door leading outside." Dashamru said from his desk.

*Pulls the tassle, a door swinging open* "Thanks...." *He heads down the hall.*

Marken follows him silently keeping to himself. He was however curesous about this person. His sent was familiar.

"So........how long have you worked here?" he asked, making smalltalk.

"Since I was very young. A human killed my parents. But I managed to escape. I spent a few weeks on the street on my own. The master of the house found me one day. I was very weak. He took pitty on me and took me in and aided my training. And now I assist him in his work." He siad with only a hint of emotion here and there.

"mmm, interesting..." *He gets outside, and as the moonlight hits his body, he begins to change into a werewolf-like beast crossed with the blackest nightmares, his fangs and claws were longer and sharper, his eyes tinted red, and he grew bigger, his sleeves tearing off, and his belt broke, his robes just fitting his body*

"So you can't controle you change I take it. I am in complete controle of mine." He said in his nonemotional voice. To him it was merely a fact. He changed himself. He developed a slight muzzle and and a think laer of furr with more devloped fangs and claws.

*He laughed in a deep gravvely voice* "I am no mere werewolf, I am an Ashunke Omekin, a Child of the Moon Wolf Herself."

"Hmmmm. I've heard of your kind then. Oh well. Lets just find a way to get our vampire and kill it." He said.

"We are famed warriors, and when the moon turns red, we are unmatched in power and fury....."

"Ah yes. I've also heard you referred to as the monsters of the red moon." He said in his ever emotionless voice.

"Monsters?! Who said that?! Speak!" *He wheeled around, anger etched on his face*

"Honestly can you think of no one who would call you such? Why those your kind have attacked. The survivors left behind." He continued still emotionless.

(I love these RPs so mind if i joun?)


Name:Jaram Krell
Race: Full Werewolf
Age: 65000 yeasr, appears to be 20
Color: Greyish black furr, always wears long black trench
Eyes: Firey red, as the sun in a telescope
Weapons: A jet black Bastard sword, and two sawn off shotguns, and a daggar strictly made of bone and human skin for the hilt, the blade drenched in blood over centuries
Qualities: he always seems kind and gentle, but is truley an evil force whom will slay all who decide to venture far enough to cause any type of harm or become a threat in any way possible
Bio: hated for whom he is, one who cannot take the form of anything but hiself, he decides to kill anyone who poses even a small threat to him, kind and gentle is his ways, though he is shuned by most, he has asumed the role he is best suited for, a creature for hire, a Mercenary

"We have attacked no one, we WERE attacked, by black soldiers who wished death upon us......" *His voice was a hiss as he spoke, and motioned to the scar on his muzzle* "I got this from their general....a constant reminder to the pain and deaths we suffered......" *His voice hinted sadness and pain*