Demon Bark... the last breath. (DIEING!...some one do CPR!)

(A/N: I am a really bad speller, and spell check doesn't catch everything. If you want to bare with me. )
[what i am looking for] Anything but Human. vamp's, lycan's, half breads {<3} what ever you want to be.
[Story] A thousand year's after the end of man kind the human's have dwindled away leaving the 'storybook' world to thrive on with the remains of a civilization that had always been lacking. Sadly, just as in the past the vamp's and lycans are battling for the dominant position for the hand full of survivor's. Can they learn to go exists before a looming force cleans the world of it's last breath, or is the saying true... there history is domed to repeat it's self!
[setting] The remains of New York. summer time
[technology] modern weapon's. (a/n please no light saber's or star trek stuff. please.)

((A/N: the people in green may be the bad guy's. please treat them as any other Rper. Don't god mod and ask before engaging in there slaughter... unless they attack you first. Because if you all kill my bad guy's.. there go's the story. Again thank you.))


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She used an old cloth to wipe off the window closes to the park. Golden eyes watched the bird's fluttering around thinking over the idea that the animals and the "storybook" race had survived, she found it funny but her smile quickly fell as she turned back to the apartment. Fuck it, it had taken her a good portion of the night to knock out that wall and burn the ugly furniture. Pulling her long sandy blond hair back into a ponytail, she pulled on her long Cole gray duster and butted it up. Covering up the short white summer dress and matching stocking. Grumbling something about needing a drink she grabbed her hand gun of the old dresser, strapped it to her thigh and headed to the door. She pulled on her army boot's, laced up the Hot pink laces and left her new apartment, locking the door behind her. It would take her another day to get it just the way she liked it... to make it fill like home and to get the human "remains" out of room's. Letting the main door slam behind her she headed down the side walk letting the night's air swirl around her.

-Cold gray eyes contrasted against the long locks of black hair that
pressed against her pale cheek. Her hair was cut strangly. One side was
longer and fell over her right eye, the other tapered shorter closer to
her ears, both sides slanted and short towards the back. The heavy
sound of leather boots was muffled partly by her baggy black pants that
partially covered them, frayed on the ends. They had chains that
crossed on the sides, as well as two studded leather belts held them
up. On the side of the belts were black holsters of some short blades.
She was hardly subtle, as her long black coat made her slim form a
little bulkier. Her hands in her open black treach, she leaned back
against one of the parks many trees. The cold breeze was nice against
her chest which was more open. She wore a ripped fishnet shirt, her
stomach revealed with a slight hint of abs shown by her hip hugging
pants. She wore a " shirt" of sorts over the tattered fishnet. Grey
with a wide neck, that had a stretch material that covered only her
chest, the rest only covered by fishnet. Two safety pins were holding
shut a trendy tear in the middle.

Grim's eyes eyes peered out
in almost a shy manner as she looked across the park, eyes almost a
reflective silver in the moonlight as she watched a girl across the way
as she seemed flustered about something, strolling down the sidewalk in
a bit of a hurry. She wondered quietly where she was going. Keeping
quiet, but not necessarily hiding, she continued to lean against the
tree, only about 20 feet from the path the other woman was taking

-A faint pink arose on her cheeks. The girl looked at her. Getting over her initial shock, Grim's eyes lowered slightly untill the girl was passed her. Did she notice Grim? She looked her way anywho. She bit her lip lightly, and after a few minutes lifted her head once more. The girl was crossing the park for some reason or another. Grims eyes scanned the area around her,trying to sense if anyone else was near by that might be a threat.The other girl seemed to be alone,yet had this air to her that wasnt as delicate as Grim first though. Deciding to stay put, Grim's eyes slowly return to that of the girl, thinking she would be passed her by now.

-Grim could feel the other watching her, and wondering if she was bothering her, she let her eyes fall down to her dirty leather boots. Did she offend her maybe? Grims scent was..off. It was similar of one who smelled like split blood. Of both factions. Grim liked to think she was careful with her blades, they slept in their sheathes at her side, but it was possible there was a trace of either Lycan or Vampire blood on her clothing somewhere. Grim wasn't an agresive type, but she was likely on the defensive end of fights with both factions for good reason.

Grims eyes slowly lifted to look up at the sky that filtered in through the tree branches above her.Silver reflected faintly in her eyes as the moonlight hit them. Tomorrow night, she thought to herself, was the full moon. She relaxed a little more as she stared off into the heavens, watching gray clouds drift over the moon, changing the amount of light that hit her, giving her eyes almost a glitter.

-Grim waited a good 20 minutes before she returned from her cloudy daze. She could sense where the other went. Looking now to the closed door of the Pub the girl entered she debated whether to follow her. Pushing her boot back against the tree as leverage, she pushed off it and hopped forward, slowly making her way across the grass. Doubt filled her mind as she stared at the door from across the way. She had never been in that Pub before. She usually avoided people all together, as it seemed anyone who could smell blood started a fight with her for one reason or another. Maybe she should leave this one alone, and wander else where? Her feet still seemed to be moving forward, despite this thought pattern.

Uhg, Whats wrong with you? She thought to herself. She knew going in there was asking for trouble with her track record. She had to leave town many times before, relocating every few months. And she was getting close to that point with this town as well. What if family members of either factions family were in there, and recognized her? She blinked, and before she knew it, she was in front of the door. Hesitating, she found herself opening it, and entering the tavern. The smells of the bar filled her senses and she withheld from coughing. The sheathed short swords were cleanly visable on her slender hips, as she stood just right in the doorway, looking around casually.

-The Blush was more visible this time, cleanly embarrassed. " No.." She wasnt sure if the words left her lips, or if she was just thinking it loudly as possible. She let the longer side of her hair fall back over half her face as she looked to the man who approached her asking for her to hand over her weapons. She hesitated as she fumbled with her belt, trying to get the snaps to come off. Finally getting them undone, she handed over her twin blades and moved past the door man to the opposite side of the bar as that girl. Taking a corner seat, she rested her elbows on the table with her head turned from the girl, forehead resting in her palms as she waited on a bar maid.

-Her uncovered gray eye stared up at Tom, as if she was startled by his presence, yet she could sense his coming. " I Uh.." She paused, having not thought to much about what she would order. Her eyes flickered over to the menus in front of her. " Anything sweet really" She concluded after a moment. Maybe something a little strong as well. " Something sweet and strong. Any Suggestions?" She straightened up in her seat a little more, not feeling threatened by him. Her right hand went to rest by her belt out of habit, from wearing her swords constantly. She felt uneasy not to have them by her side, but regardless of weapon, she was a strong fighter. Just not a speaker.

Tom started at her for a moment before shaking his head... \"give her the elven wine.. number two\" Daf muttered finishing off the water. Tom looked to Daf then back to Grim before nodding and heading to the back to grab a bottle. Daf glared at the woman for a moment before pulling a wallet from her pocket and laying some cash on the counter to pay fro the wine and the water. Pushing her hair behind her ear\'s she looked around the empty pub, her attention being pulled back to the woman at the end of the bar.




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(on the other side of town.. in a old run down office building)
\"sir?\"
he looked up from his book and glared at the young demon with dark ebony eyes. \"what?\" he sapped, folding the corner of the book before laying it on his desk to give the demon is full attention, witch made him shutter and take a step back...
\"we.. um.. we sent the parcels out this morning.. and.. and.. the army is gathering\"
He pressed his lips and looked him over.. \"fine\" he snapped picking up the book again he spun the chair around to face the back window... soon he would squish this sad little population.. and start rebuilding something grate.. something no one had ever seen.

-Grim started to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. Maybe she should just shut up before she made more of a fool of herself. She slipped down a little more in her seat, determined to stare a whole through the wall. She hoped the drink would ease her fried nerves. So many thoughts raced through her head. Why was she still here? What if someone picks up her scent? What...What if. Her nerves were getting the best of her. Her right hand, that was by her belt pushed hard into the pocket of her coat to try and calm herself

" I'm Fine" She was glad her head was turned from the other woman. Her voice faked confidence. "..Thank you" She added, looking to the bottle in front of her. Taking a slow breath, she pulled her hand from her pocket and grasped it around the cool glass of the bottle. She'd never had this drink before any rate. Picking up the bottle she lifted it softly to her crimson lips and tilted it, parting them slightly to allow the strong liquid to pass as she drank from the bottle.

-Grim gave a little shiver to the taste of the drink. It gave her goosebumps yet warmed her inside at the same time. Before she had noticed, half the bottle was gone. She blinked a little to herself, feeling more relaxed. Come to think of it, Grim had never drank before. This would explain her inexperience of this bar. The taste of the drink its self was smooth, but the warmth gave her comfort despite is strength. Before she noticed, the bottle was empty. Shaking her head a little, she looked at the bottle in her hand. Huh. Odd. Pretty bottle. Colbalt blue. How nice! She was hardly aware of the other girl until she heard the slam of the door. Loud that person was. She turned her head to look over to the girl, but no one was in her chair. It slowly clicked in her head it was the woman who left.

Oh! She thought to herself. She owed her money. Getting to her feet she walked to the door in a bit of a trance. The door man had to stop her, to remind her of her weapons. She accepted them, and with a little help from the door man fastened them back to her belt. She opened the door, and stood just outside it, letting it close behind her. Man the moon was bright. She squinted a little, feeling very warm and content. Maybe she would go take a nap. She started to walk in a lazy manner down the side walk, forgetting about the woman and the money for that moment

-Grim seemed oblivious to the woman, not picking up her scent. Grims eyes were half closed, thinking about a nice warm bed. Mm... So cozy. Something ran in front of her,and she nearly tripped over her own feet before she came to a staggered pause. She looked at the creature by her feet, a mere frog. Slowly kneeling down she brought her face almost to the frogs level. " You're green" She stated, looking at it. It merely croaked in response. Being leaned over, with her face so close to the ground it wasnt a hard leap for her to fall over forward. Luckly the frog moved before she fell on her face

-Grim laid there for a few moments, before she felt someone touch her. Her eyes flickered open before looking around a bit. Before she was half aware of it, she was on her feet. " Huh?" She heard a voice. She found the body connected to it quickly enough. There was warmth in Grims cheeks, but this time it was from the drink. " Oh, Its you" She stated plainly, as if trying to remember something. What was it? Oh right. Her hand fished around in her pocket, trying to grab her money pouch. " I owe you...for ..something."

" Mkay" She mumbled agreeably. She looked around herself a bit, unsure. She moved around so damn much,all her old locations came to mind instead of her current one. She had lived in so many places it was hard to bring the latest one to mind. She was slowly becoming aware of her lack of control, due to the drink. " I'll uh...Find it. Its..Ok" She moved her arm, so that she was no longer leaning against the woman. Her sense of smell was returning to her slowly. That woman smelled familair.. why was that? Huh. She smelled nice. Interesting lady. Grim took a few steps forward, following the frog that was crossing the sidewalk

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