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In the middle of night, the full moon shined brightly in the cloudy, ominous sky. It was around this time, that werewolf, vampire, gargoyle, and many other creatures of the night haunted the humans who dwelled on the island, abducting men and women alike, stealing them away to who knows where, with only a rare few ever returning with the tale of barely escaping a life of sexual slavery.
And on this night, were a pack of werewolves, currently engaged in a battle within what is known as a timeless battle between the vampire and werewolf races, hunting a sole vampire, in an attempt to defeat it, and take her male slaves for their own, and further expand their territory, not to mention their choice of mates.
However, not long after the pack began their march through the dark forest, with trees nearly dead, and several spots of marsh all about, a young member of the brood diverged from the pack, having caught the scent of the vampire her sisters and kin did not due to her strange, uncanny gift, which could only be explained as magic. Which, in all consideration, was not far from the truth...
None of her sisters followed her as she darted off without a word, quite used to the youngling's rebellious behavior. Thusly, she was on her own, her nose leading her on the hunt towards her vampire prey, leading her through the unfamiliar territory, hopefully to the monster's den, where all of the men would be kept. However, it was likely not in Siehydra's interest to capture a man, so much as it was to defeat the monster on her own, and gain such renown among her clan that would rival the pack leader. With such a glory to boast, Siehydra would be able to challenge the pack leader, and prove her worth to everyone, once and for all.
Thoughts of ambition are a thing that cannot be avoided in werewolves, even to such extent as to say that Siehydra was not ambitious at all. The tan skinned werewolf had no interest in claiming the title of pack leader, which was what 'everyone' wanted to be. And in the eyes of her kin, Siehydra was viewed as lazy, and flawed. Especially by her own mother... The Pack Leader, who, as the pack leader, gave her the title of, "Six," The meaning of the term coming from such belief that when a woman gives birth to her sixth child, that very child would be nothing but bad news to both herself, and everyone around her.
Despite Siehydra's distance from most of her kin, and how little she cared of them, her very blood could not deny the disgrace cast upon her. She would destroy the vampire, rip off the haughty noble's clothes, and dominate her as her kind was born to do. Keeping her pace, with the intent on humiliating the monster as if she were nothing but another human to rape. And with the scent of victory on her fur, all of the fools will stare in awe of her greatness.
Twigs and leaves cracked under her paws as she ran on all fours through the forest, intent on beating her kin to the vampire's location, before she skidded to a halt when she came into a clearing. Before her was the granted sight of a small castle, situated within the thick marsh to keep out any would-be trespassers. But, despite the ugly location, the masonry of the castle was magnificent; jet black stone, with yellow light coming from the windows, granting slight glances inside, where Siehydra could see that the interior of the dark vampire home was just like she had been told, luxurious, and fit for a queen.
The marsh was poisonous, and the only way to the castle was the wooden bridge, which was held high in the air, preventing access.
But, this did not stop the athletic werewolf by any means.
Leaping to a nearby, sturdy tree, landing on the highest branch she could reach, Siehydra climbed the tree, until she reached the top, where she leaped against the trunk with such speed that would be missed within the blink of an eye, before pushing with all her might, and hurling herself over the marsh with naught but her brute strength in her arms and legs, flying through the air with her claws out, before she caught the top of the bridge, holding onto the side with her claws, before pulling herself up with flawless speed, her whole body curling into a ball, and spinning as she slung herself over, and started to fall back down to earth. And right before the moment of impact, Siehydra stopped spinning, unfolding her body with perfection, and landing on all fours, her upper half low to the ground, breasts resting against the stone ground she now found herself on, and her lower half sticking up in the air, her ass presented with
Now within the castle grounds, the vampire awaited Siehydra inside...
(/opening scene; now it's your turn. You can be creative with how she breaks into the castle as well, whether it's just crawling into a window that might be the vampire's bed room (), breaking in with force, killing any foes along the way, or sneaking in.)
(Remember, it's freeform, so don't hesitate to be awesome, so long as you stay in-character.)
And on this night, were a pack of werewolves, currently engaged in a battle within what is known as a timeless battle between the vampire and werewolf races, hunting a sole vampire, in an attempt to defeat it, and take her male slaves for their own, and further expand their territory, not to mention their choice of mates.
However, not long after the pack began their march through the dark forest, with trees nearly dead, and several spots of marsh all about, a young member of the brood diverged from the pack, having caught the scent of the vampire her sisters and kin did not due to her strange, uncanny gift, which could only be explained as magic. Which, in all consideration, was not far from the truth...
None of her sisters followed her as she darted off without a word, quite used to the youngling's rebellious behavior. Thusly, she was on her own, her nose leading her on the hunt towards her vampire prey, leading her through the unfamiliar territory, hopefully to the monster's den, where all of the men would be kept. However, it was likely not in Siehydra's interest to capture a man, so much as it was to defeat the monster on her own, and gain such renown among her clan that would rival the pack leader. With such a glory to boast, Siehydra would be able to challenge the pack leader, and prove her worth to everyone, once and for all.
Thoughts of ambition are a thing that cannot be avoided in werewolves, even to such extent as to say that Siehydra was not ambitious at all. The tan skinned werewolf had no interest in claiming the title of pack leader, which was what 'everyone' wanted to be. And in the eyes of her kin, Siehydra was viewed as lazy, and flawed. Especially by her own mother... The Pack Leader, who, as the pack leader, gave her the title of, "Six," The meaning of the term coming from such belief that when a woman gives birth to her sixth child, that very child would be nothing but bad news to both herself, and everyone around her.
Despite Siehydra's distance from most of her kin, and how little she cared of them, her very blood could not deny the disgrace cast upon her. She would destroy the vampire, rip off the haughty noble's clothes, and dominate her as her kind was born to do. Keeping her pace, with the intent on humiliating the monster as if she were nothing but another human to rape. And with the scent of victory on her fur, all of the fools will stare in awe of her greatness.
Twigs and leaves cracked under her paws as she ran on all fours through the forest, intent on beating her kin to the vampire's location, before she skidded to a halt when she came into a clearing. Before her was the granted sight of a small castle, situated within the thick marsh to keep out any would-be trespassers. But, despite the ugly location, the masonry of the castle was magnificent; jet black stone, with yellow light coming from the windows, granting slight glances inside, where Siehydra could see that the interior of the dark vampire home was just like she had been told, luxurious, and fit for a queen.
The marsh was poisonous, and the only way to the castle was the wooden bridge, which was held high in the air, preventing access.
But, this did not stop the athletic werewolf by any means.
Leaping to a nearby, sturdy tree, landing on the highest branch she could reach, Siehydra climbed the tree, until she reached the top, where she leaped against the trunk with such speed that would be missed within the blink of an eye, before pushing with all her might, and hurling herself over the marsh with naught but her brute strength in her arms and legs, flying through the air with her claws out, before she caught the top of the bridge, holding onto the side with her claws, before pulling herself up with flawless speed, her whole body curling into a ball, and spinning as she slung herself over, and started to fall back down to earth. And right before the moment of impact, Siehydra stopped spinning, unfolding her body with perfection, and landing on all fours, her upper half low to the ground, breasts resting against the stone ground she now found herself on, and her lower half sticking up in the air, her ass presented with
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grace,Now within the castle grounds, the vampire awaited Siehydra inside...
(/opening scene; now it's your turn. You can be creative with how she breaks into the castle as well, whether it's just crawling into a window that might be the vampire's bed room (), breaking in with force, killing any foes along the way, or sneaking in.)
(Remember, it's freeform, so don't hesitate to be awesome, so long as you stay in-character.)