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Welcome to the town of Coup De Ville, a monsters paradise where everyone is welcome, and violence is not all that uncommon. There are creature's from almost every Creed and Religion that you can imagine, Folk Lore, and Mythology alike. If you've heard of them they're likely here. This story will be molded along as people join and will be assigned roles after the first three posts so try to be descriptive so we can get an Idea of where your character fits into the story.


I only have three rules really.

1. Proper Grammar and Punctuation, and try to post at least one well written paragraph per post.

2. No God Modding and such, unless both parties agreed upon what's happening.

3. Violence and Smuttiness is highly smiled upon. :3333


Roles -

The Warrior Poet Vampire (Kadaz) Played by Nightmarish
The Devil's Favorite Werewolf (Reagan) Played by BlisteredBlood



Setting- Coup De Ville is a city akin to New York or LA and is teaming with creatures. Like all big City's it has a grand Arena where most of the sports events and concerts are held. This story starts off at a Concert of a Demon band Called 'Engaged to Death' They're a mix of horrorcore and metal and usually attract people with the most primal instincts towards violence and sex....Have fun.


 
Hearing the blare of the guitars and the beating of the drums filled his mind and his heart with pure aggression as he circled around the center of the mosh pit. Looking around at the demonic and monstrous faces around him he could see bad intentions written all over damn near everyone. Their aggression built along with his as the band built into it getting everyone ready to go nuts. This one was a vampire, one of the only few that he'd seen here, not that he was bothered by it. His slitted orange eye's peered out into the darkness of the pit, as he turned his shoulder length dread locks swayed, causing the cowrie beads at their ends to rattle together like beads. The chocolate skinned undead man had a sinister smile on his own face as he prepared to let all hell break loose in this place.

The spiked wrist buckles on his his forearms where so sharp that the shined even in the dim light. There was also the glint from his fangs when he smiled. The leather vest he wore had no shirt under it, revealing a myriad of tribal looking tattoos all over his chest, shoulders, and back. Black paintedfinger nails slowly became claws, and his feet adjusted themselves in his shoes for more leverage. Standing 5'11 and weighing a solid 190, his muscles where defined and showed that he would not be an easy target. As the lead singer kicked off the song with a growl, the vampire tilted his head back letting out an inhuman screech, charging into the fray.


Rushing towards two trolls, he raised his forearms ramming into them so fast he couldn't be seen at first. Ducking down he grabbed one under the waist before he could go skipping away. Locking his hands together he lifted and threw the troll into the crowd, receiving a laugh of delight from the behemoth. Feeling a sharp elbow jam into the side of his head piercing his skull, the vampire pulled away, the hole revealing it's self to be so big it exposed his brain cavity. Being knocked away from the demon that had elbowed him he let out a scream of excitement. Stopping himself as the floor became slippery with blood and alcohol, he began to throw wild punches at the air. Throwing a left right combo with his eye's closed he hopped up and did a spinning back kick, snapping the neck of a large ghoul. Charging around the pit he longed for an opponent who could give him a challenge.


 
At the sound of the beating of the drums, the angry riffs of the guitars and the insane howls of the lead singer, Reagan's eyes of the harvest moon narrowed before he gave out a snarl of his own before he rushed into the mosh pit, wasting no time at all in making his presence felt. He might have been only 5' 9" tall and weighed 180 pounds, but this werewolf wasn't any slouch as he took hold of the first person he could grab, this being another werewolf that - what he felt - had no business even being in here. Snarling voraciously, he exerted every ounce of force as he could, through the other male clear across the pit as easily as if he was nothing more than a 20-pound sack of potatoes, furiously barking out angry words in German, something in relation to that male's parents being related.

The other male simply snarled back at Reagan before he rushed at him, looking to shove him back into the pit, but not without a little more violence at first. Grinning wickedly, Reagan waited for that other male to come forward and before he got close enough, Reagan sidestepped him before sticking a boot out to trip the other male, sending him sprawling out onto his back. With the same grin, Reagan walked over and once again grabbed the other male on the ground, picking up back up onto his feet before sucker punching him cleanly in the face, sending the other male staggering back into the crowd once more.

Soon enough, Reagan began to smell blood. Looking back, he spotted a vampire that was swinging for the fences and grinned at him and spread his feet out a bit, almost as if he was waiting for that vampire to come at him, even as his shaggy but short brown hair fell in front of one of those golden irises of his.
 
Kadaz thrashed his arms left and right, stopping he began to swing his arms, vertically like Helicopter blades. Stopping he noticed the sight of a werewolf eye balling him from across the pit. Normally vamps and weres hated each other, but Daz cared nothing about that stupid blood feud. It was an idiots quarrel that no one ever won. The wolf looked a bit tough and Kadaz was curious to see what he was made out of. As two goblins tried to pancake him from both sides, the vampire's body evaporated into a cloud of dust the disappeared outwards. The cloud reformed behind the werewolf, Kadaz standing poised behind him.

With both of his hands he pushed the wolf as hard as he could, the spikes from the people dancing around him tearing at him as he knocked the were forward. Rushing towards him Daz continued to push him violently roaring like a wild animal as he and the wolf went sprawling across the pit. Rushing the wolf into the crowd, Daz sped in front of the were with inhuman speed. Grabbing the were by the shoulders, Daz spun and flung him into the crowd with so much force a demon chick had gotten her forehead busted open from clashing legs with the wolf.

Backing up away from the wolf, Daz opened his mouth protruding his foot long tongue, with a 12 ball piercings in it, one for every inch. A rock golem behind him was heard by the vampire, and he quickly side stepped to avoid getting crushed by the behemoth. A wall of creatures where trying to turn the rock golem over but the beast was too strong and held them all back. Sliding away on the blood covered floor, Daz built up his momentum by running at the armor clad giant from a distance. When he finally reached him he jumped into the air, so face, that it seemed like he teleported into the golem with a loud bang. With such force Daz had just barely managed to topple the golem who fell slowly to the ground, only to have a wall of creatures rush to help it back up. Raising his hand, Daz extended the index and little fingers while holding the middle and ring fingers down with the thumb. As he raised his metal horns high into the air he was met with a scream of approval by everyone around him along with pats to the back.
 
Reagan knew about the so-called "blood feud" between the two clans, but who was he to care about it? As far as he knew, the whole concept of the "vampires vs. werewolves" thing was so blown out of proportions, that it made him nearly sick to his stomach every time he was reminded by his elders all about it. But fast forward to here and now.

Reagan kept his eyes on the vampire, but before he knew it, there was a cloud of dust that had formed where he was supposed to be, even as two goblins came in from the sides trying to sandwich him. No doubt they were stragglers that were shoved into the mass of insanity but others who wanted to see some carnage. Soon enough, Reagan felt the vampire's presence behind him, causing him to glance back over his shoulder just as he felt the vampire shove him forward, sending him towards the crowd then skidded to a stop. But before he knew it, he was then grasped by the shoulders yet again before he was literally airlifted into the crowd courtesy of the vampire yet again!

Cursing angrily in German once again in the air, he came into contact with the crowd, landing into in the sea of people, crashing his knee against a female demon's forehead. Looking down, he was held up by at least several dozen hands before looking down to the crowd and demanding that they guide him back into the pit. "Over there! Over there!" He shouted out to them over the booming music. Soon enough, he was returned into the pit at his demand, placing him back down onto his feet.

Once down, Reagan glared furiously at the vampire who was now standing strong all by himself. But soon, that glare soon became a grin as he stepped over to the vampire with a purpose as he stuck his hands out to him and then shoved him hard in the chest, sending him back a few feet but not hard enough to drop him to the ground. Oh no. He was going to have some fun with him first, as the crowd began to holler and whoop in their direction as Reagan then suddenly charged at him quickly, latching his hands around him and then hoisted him up onto a shoulder before carrying him over to the crowd and then throwing him into the crowd, leaving him there to stand there by himself before he turned to the crowd once more, gesturing back to himself as if he was demanding someone to come at him.
 
Daz had been dodging and side stepping, a group of zombies that came snarling at him. Their mouth's where drooling with the desire to bite into something. Two of them bit into him, ripping chuncks out of his arms. Bashing them over the head with his forarms, he stabbed at them with the spikes on his wrist. Hearing someone sneak up behind him over the blare of the music, his eye's began to glow as he went into a brief predatory mind state in which his senses heightened. All sounds where cut off aside from the werewolf behind him. Turning to look with a shocked expression, he felt the hard shove to his chest, knocking him into a punch throwing cyclops with bone spikes on his knuckles.


Gasping out in pain as he felt himself be stabbed repeatedly in the midsection, Daz backed up in surprise. Feeling himself be hoisted off of the ground he was in shock as he was thrown into the crowd, eying the wolf as he was hurled away. Landing in the crowd he was carried off for a few moments, until he was grabbed by the crotch by a Succubus, she vanished appearing floating above him. Her horns where like that of a goats and her feet where cloven like a goat aswell. And besides the red skin and tail....Hell even with all that she was hot as hell! She wrapped her tongue around his leg and slid it around suggestively.

Giving his ass a pinch she shoved her number down his drawers. Dragging her hand out of his pants slowly she let her sharp nails trace across his skin, leaving bloody cuts that soon healed. Hissing at her softly and licking his lips, Daz, accepted her offer in a manner of speaking. The crowd carried him away from the mystery succubus but Daz had plans to find out more about her a bit later on. Motioning for the crowd to set him down he slowly got to his feet. A tall vampire with a mohawk and a trench coat approached him with one bright blue eye and one brown. Dapping him up, the guy was shouting and motioning to him that he was awesome in the mosh.

Shooting him a thumbs up and a grin Daz bolted off, shoving his way swiftly through the crowd back towards the Mosh pit. Wondering just how tough this wolf was, Daz wanted to try him a bit. In front there was a large group of badass looking orcs breathing heavy with spikes and steel toes and the like. They looked like they wanted in on the mosh but didn't have enough courage or an excuse to dash in. Daz thought what the hell, from the looks of them they would liven things up. Centering his mind on their location his eye's began to glow again, and he roared as a wall of telekinetic energy shoved the group into the mosh pit, sending them into a frenzy. As the orcs entered the fray acting insane everyone else seemed to react. Blood began to splatter in the air, and the screams of pain echoed. Watching with a smile Daz thought Alright you skinny mother fucker, show me somethin! With a chuckle Daz, stood on the edge of the space that separated the pit from the crowd. His was high as he wondered if things would get extreme enough to make the wolf turn.




 
Reagan simply shrugged to the crowd when there was no one that was coming out his way. It was a rather disappointing moment for him, but soon enough all of that came to a screeching halt when he felt specks of blood spattering onto his clothes and skin. Looking down, and then sniffing at it, he recognized that that came from someone somewhere, but what was causing it? Looking across, he spotted two orcs that looked as though they were going to town on each other, much to the delight of the crowd and strangely after a little while, to him as well as indicated by a grin on his face.

But what he didn't know was that they were under some sort of trance that was making them do all of that. But again, who was he to care? They could tear this place asunder and Reagan couldn't care any less. But the one thing he knew for sure was if those two were coming this way to get their hands on him, they were going to be in for one hell of a shock when they saw his altered form.

Sure enough, he saw the two orcs coming his way, causing him to start backing away slowly at first and before they toppled onto him, Reagan dodged out of their way then rolled back up onto his feet near the crowd. Some of the other gatherers here were demanding that he get out to them and get them out of pit however they so chose, while a few handfuls of them were demanding that he turn towards that form. Snickering and pointing at them as he looked towards the crowd, he shouted out if they wanted to see him tear those two apart. When he got his approval with a resounding approval, Reagan swung a fist up in the air again and snarled his question again, getting the same but louder approval from them.

At that point, Reagan soon cupped his hands over his mouth and drew in a deep breath before releasing a piercing howl up to the ceiling above him, one that seemed right in time with a high pitched wail from the lead guitarist when he broke into a solo. Soon enough, Reagan dropped down to one knee and placed his hands out onto the bloodstained ground and within moments as he felt an adrenaline rush surge through his body, the metamorphosis took place right in front of them. His teeth were gnashed tightly together as his canines literally grew into inch and an half long fangs, his body mass began to ripple with steadily increased muscle which tore through most of his clothes save for his jeans - which soon became tightly fitting shorts now - accented with dark grey fur and his physical features adopting that of his beastly state. his current form was a staggering 6' 10" and looked as though it was about 300 pounds worth of monstrous proportions.

Once the transformation was completed, Reagan emitted a hellish snarl as he aimed his eyes towards the two dueling orcs. Without hesitation, the massive werewolf rushed towards the two with a primal instinct then stood up onto his feet. Once up and within striking distance, Reagan lifted knee up and connected it directly into the first orc's stomach, driving the wind right out of him then backhanded him, dropping him to the ground below.

Looking over to the other orc now, Reagan lunged at the other orc and took him down rather easily then pinned him down to the ground. Without wasting time, Reagan drew one hand back in a fist but grinned savagely as he uncurled his fingers, unsheathing half inch long blackened talons. Mercilessly, Reagan would then proceed to hack and slash these claws of his all across the face of the second orc he had down at least a good 15 to 20 times before he stopped. Soon enough, he stood up onto his feet once again and emitted the same deathly snarl to the crowd once again.
 
Watching as the werewolf transformed into his Feral Form Daz raised an eyebrow in approval of what he saw. This dude really was no joke, protruding his tongue in excitement as he watched the wolf go to town Daz went berserk himself. Seeing that the fray was picking up, he charging in swinging his arms over head loosely like battering clubs. Making contact with the various bodies that where trouncing about. Screeching at the top of his lungs as he thrashed, he felt himself being elbowed and hit with fists, Daz could feel himself being hurt. A rib was cracked and a deep puncture in his left shoulder.

As his wounds quickly began to heal, Kadaz went insane screeching as loud as he possibly could and thrashing with all his might. Bodies began to drop from the force of his swings all around him. Running up on the blood spattered floor his movements where so fluid he appeared to be gliding. Charging 20 yards across the football field sized pit, he spotted a Troll, another Cyclops, a large bull demon and a Harpy flying shoulder level with the three behemoths. Jumping up into the air, Daz preformed a drop kick on the harpy, spinning his body in mid air, for a spinning back kick to the bull demon. The vampire wasn't done yet as he switched his leg over preformed a crescent kick that kicked the Cyclops in the chest and slid off of it into the trolls face.


All four of them where knocked to the ground, only to be helped back up by a wall of people. The music suddenly died down as the Lead singer took control and separated everyone. "Now it's TIME.....For the WALL OF DEATH!!! We need mother fuckers on this side, and mother fuckers on that side!" Immediately the crowd split into two different factions, Daz with to the right side. Everyone around him was screaming and cursing at the other side of the wall, violence was sure to follow. Looking to the other side of the pit, who did the Vampire see before him but the werewolf he had traded shots with earlier. Licking his fangs like a demonic fiend, Daz crouched down and bore his teeth roaring at the wolf.

The vampires claws elongated as did his teeth, like a warrior on the battlefield his mind was like a hawks. Even though he dived into the midst of a thousand birds he would never loose sight of the one he first targeted. "Eins, Zwei, DREI GO!!" The bad erupted playing a really grinding beat that made Daz want to tear someone's limbs off. Charging across the pit it was like two factions of warriors going into battle. Running towards the other side of the pit, Daz's body moved like he had been shot out of a canon. Going into airborne flight like a missile he sought to crash into the wolf with so much impact it would be like getting hit by a truck.
 
Watching as the werewolf transformed into his Feral Form Daz raised an eyebrow in approval of what he saw. This dude really was no joke, protruding his tongue in excitement as he watched the wolf go to town Daz went berserk himself. Seeing that the fray was picking up, he charging in swinging his arms over head loosely like battering clubs. Making contact with the various bodies that where trouncing about. Screeching at the top of his lungs as he thrashed, he felt himself being elbowed and hit with fists, Daz could feel himself being hurt. A rib was cracked and a deep puncture in his left shoulder.

As his wounds quickly began to heal, Kadaz went insane screeching as loud as he possibly could and thrashing with all his might. Bodies began to drop from the force of his swings all around him. Running up on the blood spattered floor his movements where so fluid he appeared to be gliding. Charging 20 yards across the football field sized pit, he spotted a Troll, another Cyclops, a large bull demon and a Harpy flying shoulder level with the three behemoths. Jumping up into the air, Daz preformed a drop kick on the harpy, spinning his body in mid air, for a spinning back kick to the bull demon. The vampire wasn't done yet as he switched his leg over preformed a crescent kick that kicked the Cyclops in the chest and slid off of it into the trolls face.


All four of them where knocked to the ground, only to be helped back up by a wall of people. The music suddenly died down as the Lead singer took control and separated everyone. "Now it's TIME.....For the WALL OF DEATH!!! We need mother fuckers on this side, and mother fuckers on that side!" Immediately the crowd split into two different factions, Daz with to the right side. Everyone around him was screaming and cursing at the other side of the wall, violence was sure to follow. Looking to the other side of the pit, who did the Vampire see before him but the werewolf he had traded shots with earlier. Licking his fangs like a demonic fiend, Daz crouched down and bore his teeth roaring at the wolf.

The vampires claws elongated as did his teeth, like a warrior on the battlefield his mind was like a hawks. Even though he dived into the midst of a thousand birds he would never loose sight of the one he first targeted. "Eins, Zwei, DREI GO!!" The bad erupted playing a really grinding beat that made Daz want to tear someone's limbs off. Charging across the pit it was like two factions of warriors going into battle. Running towards the other side of the pit, Daz's body moved like he had been shot out of a canon. Going into airborne flight like a missile he sought to crash into the wolf with so much impact it would be like getting hit by a truck.
 
Sophia had been all over the place looking for something that could keep her attention. As well as some place that would accept her. This place was at least interesting. And she could make some decent money. Oh yes, there were other witches here--that much she knew--but she was taking a lot of business from them. It might have been that she was hot, that she was talented, or even that she worked for less money. She wasn't sure what it was, but she was doing well enough to warrant sticking around for awhile longer. She licked her full lips as she looked around.

The redhead was never much for concerts like this, but it was a bit more exciting when you didn't know if you'd be attacked or not. The music continued to blast and surround her as she moved a bit in the crowd, many monsters pressing against her as she listened to the music more than the vocals. She couldn't understand them anyway. And then she turned to the scene that was starting up as two rowdy ones started a fight that damn near killed a demon girl.

She made her way over to the injured woman and knelt down, holding the girl's skull and reciting a spell that would be painful as all fuck but would heal the bone. When she was finished, the demon looked mostly like her old self. Sophie left the girl her card and watched with interest as the two continued their little fight. She wondered if they knew she could stop them both with a snap of her fingers. For now, however, she would continue to watch, a barrier around herself. She did stand out nicely as a redhead in a short black skirt, knee high black boots, and a white tank with a leather jacket. The other demon girls and others looked a bit more fierce...and decorated. It was the fact that she wasn't moving as she watched that really set her apart from the rest, however.
 
Soon enough, Reagan could tell the intensity in the place was beginning to build. He didn't care which one of these low-class bastards came his way while he was in his feral form, but the one thing that would matter is if someone made any mistake, they were sure to pay for it in full. Two goblins came at him followed by another one of those huge rock golems, making Reagan snarl voraciously at the trio coming his way.

"Oh, so you motherfuckers wanna play too, huh?!" Reagan spat out viciously. "Well come for me if you're coming! I'll tear you little bitches apart!" He added as he was soon met by the three coming at him like he demanded them to. The two goblins ran to his sides in an attempt to grab for his legs, but Reagan only smirked beastly as he jumped back from the two towards the bloodthirsty crowd. It turned out to be a bit of a bad move on his part when he felt a minotaur hook his arms up from underneath, holding him there securely before calling over to the rock golem.

The golem in question simply smirked at the sight, seeing a defenseless werewolf thrashing about like a caged animal - quite literally - trying to break free from the minotaur's iron grip. Without hesitation, the golem marched over quickly and stopped before unloading heavy handed blows into the werewolf's stomach and face, making Reagan either nearly puke his guts out or crack his skull. Five more shots like this soon followed before the minotaur felt the werewolf go limp, having sunk into unconsciousness. Seeing that he was all bark and no bite, the minotaur simply dropped Reagan facefirst into the ground.

The werewolf would remain that way for about several moments, his limbs twitching on occasion. But after about five minutes of trying to wake up fro it, Reagan's eyes slowly opened as he strained himself to get up onto his feet. But there was now something completely different about him when he opened his eyes, something that really began to say that those two imbeciles shouldn't have done that. There was nothing but pure unadulterated rage blasting through each vein, artery and capillary now, and with it, came a look of hatred blazing freely in those harvest moon colored eyes of his, breathing heavily through tightly gnashed teeth.

Much to the minotaur's shock, he watched along with the rock golem as the werewolf began to stand up onto his thickly padded feet. Once there, Reagan first looked towards the minotaur first with that same incensed look on his face before he threw his hands out quickly, grabbing him by the horns then dragged him out into the pit. From there, the two began to wrestle each, the minotaur screaming for someone to get this batshit insane werewolf off of him, but oddly enough, there was no one in the crowd that was willing to go and help him. This kept up for a good couple of minutes before Reagan got the minotaur to stop moving around with a well placed kick to the junk as he still held onto his horns, getting him to drop onto both knees.

As he continued to hold him there, Reagan began to exert every ounce of force he had in his body, pulling at the horns the minotaur had harder and harder still, looking to either break his head open or rip those horns off of his head. Soon enough, a bone chilling crack echoed out as Reagan forcibly ripped those horns out of the minotaur's head with a vengeance. The result would get a pained bellow out of the minotaur but a crazed delightful amount of glee from the crowd as Reagan held the bloody horns for all to see and witness.

But no. Reagan wasn't done here yet. He looked towards the rock golem who was now back away from him mostly out of fear, wondering what in the hell he was going to do with those things. The answer would come in the form of the werewolf throwing those things at him, catching the golem off guard when they tossed directly into his eyes, making the oversized stone monster stagger about blindly.

Soon enough, Reagan began to notice the music was starting to die down, causing him to look about slowly in his altered state still when he then noticed the lead singer coming out to separate everyone and then announced something called, "The Wall Of Death". Reagan simply narrowed his eyes at the singer, wondering just what in the hell he was talking about, but the instructions were relatively simple to understand. One group of crazed motherfuckers here, the other group there. Nodding simply, Reagan soon took his spot on the left side of the room. As he scanned his eyes around, who else did he see but the vampire he had crossed paths with earlier. Despite his head was ringing from those stone fists he took to the face and stomach from earlier, Reagan was still all hyped up on his own adrenaline, not even caring if he was in pain. he simply pointed at the vampire and growled at him in a feral manner, looking to rip his head clean off of his shoulders before emitting a war cry like snarl at him.

When the countdown began, Reagan's body dropped down onto his hands and feet, snarling even angrier at the vampire, showing his intentions to him with bared fangs and teeth. From the word "go", Reagan released his restraints on his hostility, tilting his head upwards and howled deliriously to the ceiling before he charged in after the vampire at a speed that seemed right on par with anyone of his species. Soon enough, he saw that the vampire had launched himself high into the air, looking to crash into him.

"YOU'RE MINE, YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKER!!!" Reagan snarled up to him as he pushed off both hands and padded feet, launching himself up after him with talons extended out and ready to brawl.
 
As much as events like these were good for business, Sophia really could have done without the violence. She watched in relative horror as the minotaur and the golem ganged up on the werewolf. Before she could do anything to help, she was distracted by someone trying to touch her, she snapped her finger and his hand caught on fire. As he screamed and tried to put it out, she managed to get away, but she'd lost sight of the man. She hoped that he wasn't dead. It was getting a little too intense on the ground here, so she closed her eyes, hugging herself and then disappeared, reappearing higher up on a fence, watching the whole thing go down as the wall of death was formed.

Well this was turning out to be quite a drag. Sophie sighed and pushed some of her crimson locks out of her face, watching the action below, preferring to be the one who cleaned up and out in the aftermath. In the midst of it all, there was the werewolf and there was the vampire, and the looked ready to kill each other. Briefly she wondered if she should intervene. After all they could both easily end her. And even if she did separate them from the group, there was no guarantee that they would be able to stop once they'd begun. If she were to remove one....that was a stupid idea. He'd just be a crazy bastard and try to kill her.

No, the best thing to do was watch and wait...and heal them both for a nice fee.
 
Hearing the werewolf's declaration of violence Daz's smile intensified to the point where he looked madly insane. His eye's where so large it looked inhuman and the twisted smile on his face didn't help. Letting the senseless berserking essence of this 'slaughter mosh' take him over he laughed shrilly like a mad clown. Throwing up his metal horns again towards the wolf, he groaned with mind numbing pain. The impact had broken his spine, cracked his neck bones, and fractured several of the vampire's ribs. But oh how good it was to be undead, these things where so trivial.

In a near instant his bones all snapped back into place and healed with a loud wet crunching sound. Screaming into the werewolfs face, he dug his claws into his collar bone as the fell towards the ground. Flipping the werewolf over so that he would land onto of it. Daz rapidly threw punches at his face, there where so many of them his arms appeared only a blur. Kicking off of the wolf and taking flight before he hit the ground with him, Daz hovered above in the air.


Dropping down out of the sky like a Hawk he zoomed towards the werewolf. Showing animal like flexibility Daz turned over so that his back was facing the ground. Placing his left hand ontop of his right fist, he pushed down with his left hand he slammed his right elbow into the wolfs ribs. Once he heard a crunch he continued to do it. Vanishing for a moment he was now using his top speed, too much for even an alpha wolf. Daz's maker had been an ancient, thus even though he wasn't 1000 yet, his stronger blood put him on equal standing with an elder. Flurrying his punches at the wolfs face again, he knew he would heal but he enjoyed painting his face red anyways.


Wrapping his legs around the wolfs chest he placed his hads upside down on the ground behind him, flipping the wolf into the air. The next moment he was coming at the wolf from the side, twisting his entire body and slamming his shin into the wolfs midsection so hard that his leg broke from the force. As he fell back towards the ground he hissed with delight to see what the wolf would do. Screeching again, he saw a bottle of blood tequila flying through the air. Catching the bottle he popped the top off and drank it all down. Tossing the broken bottle on the floor and laughing as seconds later a troll slipped and fell on top of the shattered glass.
 
Upon impact, Reagan knew for sure that he had the advantage. As much as he wanted to push it to the point where he would leave the vampire on the ground in bloodied mangled mess, he was soon met by the sounds of the vampire's bones cracking back into place. Cursed undead scum, he thought venomously as he locked eyes with the now crazed vampire.

But before he even got a shot in, Reagan was soon subjected to an onslaught that would see him wail out in pain at first when he felt those claws of the vampire's sink into both sides of his collarbones as the two crashed into the ground. The impact itself rattled his entire body, nearly popping out a few rib bones as well when he was launched into the ground.

As he was trying to get himself up to get back into this, he saw the vampire crash into him yet again with a high powered elbow drop right into his stomach, violently cracking and eventually collapsing the right side of his rib cage, nearly causing the werewolf to black out from the excruciating amount of pain. Yes, he knew he would be to heal after something like that, but the drawback was that he would require a great deal of food in order to restore his stamina from healing so much. Didn't matter if it was hamburgers from Burger King or even if it was freshly skinned dear meat from the woods, but he knew he was going to require it either way and lots of it.

Struggling to get up after he saw the vampire vanish before his eyes, Reagan was once again subjected to rapid point blank shots to his face, nearly shattering his upper and lower jaws each and every time. But, at least the most he would get out of it was maybe a tooth or two knocked out of he werewolf's mouth before he was dropped back to the ground. Once again and without even a chance to react, Reagan was once again launched hard into the sky, his eyes closed for the most part before he was met with a vicious shin to the other side of the werewolf's ribcage, shattering at least three of them on impact before he collapsed hard onto the ground, unconscious for a longer period of time.

Soon enough, the healing factor that all werewolves were "blessed" with soon took hold of him, mending the damage he had suffered at the hands of the vampire little at a time, restitching wounded flesh, mending shattered bone and even - if it called for it - damaged organs almost to the point where the wounds weren't even placed upon him in the first place. Hell, he even regrew his teeth from where he was smacked around like one of those punching dummies that kids used to play with all the time to boot.

Reagan remained out on the floor for a good several moments before he lifted a hand up and pressd it down on the ground firmly then lifted his wolf-like head up, snarling at the vampire yet again as blood could be seen drizzling out of his mouth. Slowly, the werewolf stood up onto his padded feet once more before drawing in some leftover mucus through his nasal cavity which lodged into his throat for a brief second, emitted a loud hawking noise then angrily spat it along with whatever blood was in his mouth onto the floor.

"You're pretty good, fuckface." Reagan growled at him before he leaned forward a bit with his talons extended outward. "But I'll show ya that I'm even better!" He added before he launched himself after the vampire with a primal fury, matched only by the amount of speed he used to throw himself at him with. From there, once Reagan got within striking distance of the vampire, he clenched his right hand into a fist then fired a savage uppercut under the vampire's jaw, knocking him at least a good several feet into the air at first before he pushed off of his feet after him. From there, he uncurled his right and left hands from their fists, exposing a shimmering set of blackened talons.

From there, Reagan executed a vicious series of slash attacks on the vampire, starting from his face and working down to his upper body before turning around in midair and fired his right foot out at a downward angle, kicking the vampire down to the floor where the werewolf would soon join him, landing in a mount position followed by a raining of blood scattering onto the floor. Aggression filled punches rained down hard on the vampire's face, each one driving down harder and harder still, not even caring if he knocked a tooth, an eyeball or something out. About fifteen of these blows connected hard before he snarled at the vampire once again then sank his fangs hard into the vampire's right shoulder, nearly tearing it straight off the bone when he picked him up with his mouth then began to shake him about from side to side like a ragdoll for maybe a few minutes before he spat him away.
 
Turning around slowly Daz's brow raised at the sight of the werewolf coming back at him. Normally a were would have left him alone after an onslaught like that, but this one was coming straight for him. Kadaz imagined that his was the son of the alpha male of his pack, and was inherently stronger than the average werewolf, just as himself being the progeny of an ancient was more powerful than the average vampire of his age. Daz didn't have time to move as he felt a fist blast into his jaw.

The vampire's mandible bone had been completely shattered by the punch. Feeling his brain and spinal cord jar and snap, he began to fly into the air motionless, had he been human his head would have exploded. Just as his injuries had began to feel Daz felt a series of painful slashes dig into his body. Normally cuts where useless against vampires, but to any creature that knew what they where doing, and how to make them loose the right amount of blood, he could be severely weakened and become vulnerable.

As the slashes from the wolf's claws covered his face and chest, he felt a foot slam into his mid section. The squishy sound of one of his organs bursting ran in the vampires ears, as he was too hurt to even make a sound of pain. Falling down his tongue hung from his mouth as he tried to keep from vomiting up his insides. Feeling the werewolf crash down ontop of him the vampire went limp, and didn't react to the punches that where destroying his face.


It was a gruesome sight as the werewolf began to tear at the vampire, and people in the crowd where going crazy. After a certain point there was a bit of alarm that Reagan was going to kill Daz. As his limb body was shaken about his mangled corpse landed on the floor in pieces like dog meat. The vampire didn't move even as his body parts where trampled upon and kicked around in the fray. The vampire's face had been so badly beaten that you couldn't even recognize that he was a man...or even human.


As his torso was knocked out of view the wind seemed to pick up bringing in a chilling breeze of fresh air that filled the stadium. After about a minute of uncertainty, Daz appeared fully healed and restored. Cracking his neck he chuckled out loud as he slowly descended back into the pit, not being interested in any one other than the were wolf."The song's almost over dude...Let's fucking KILL EACH OTHER!" Charging forwards Daz opened his mouth and extended his fangs. Ducking under a claw swipe he bit into the the underside of the werewolfs arms as he dodged.

Sucking the blood out quickly, he swallowed a mouthful of it. That last attack had taken more out of him than he thought and he needed a little drink to boost himself back up. Sliding on the slippery floor he moved back front of the werewolf. Arching his hands like spears he began to rapidly jab them into the wolf, Biting him repeatedly on the face neck and arms as he cut and slashed at him with his own claws. It had been quite a while since Daz had such a good opponent to fight with they would definitely have to do this again. As the song picked up near the climax, Daz bit into the wolf's arm shaking his head savagely like a pit bull, punching towards his face with his free hand.

When the song reached it's climax with the lead singer letting out a bone chilling growl. Kadaz drew his hand back running the werewolf through the chest. The vampire paused in shock as he felt the wolf had a final move of his own.

 
For just a few moments, Reagan remained tensed and ready to uncoil yet again, knowing with absolute certainty that that vampire was going to come on back without a scratch on him. He wasn't sure when or where he was about to show up, however. For all he knew, he could appear right out of nowhere and then sucker punch him out of nowhere. At least, that was what he was told about them in the past. After all, they made the perfect assassins.

It would be a full minute before he sensed it, making Reagan turn his attention towards that smell. It was that damned vampire yet again, all healed up from the werewolf's thrashings, smirking at him after cracking his neck back into place. At his suggestion to just all out destroy each other, Reagan flashed him a grin before he nodded in reply. "Now you're speaking my language!" Reagan snarled at him before he rushed forward again, talons completely extended once more. Just as he got within striking distance once again, Reagan slashed his right hand out, looking to rip anything out of him he could get his hands on. But the thing was, he swung on and missed.

"What?!" He shouted out before he looked around before wailing out in pain once again when he felt those fangs of the vampire's sink into the underside of his arm. Looking down, he saw the vampire there and attempted to take a swipe at him, only to come empty again! Soon enough, Reagan put his arms up over his face as much as he could to at least try and defend himself from being sliced and bitten into, but it was proving to be the werewolf's undoing as he eventually lowered his arms, resulting in him getting bitten there and then bashed in the face by the vampire.

When Reagan tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head from the punch, he then felt the vampire's hand punch a hole right through his chest, causing Reagan to pause with a gasp as he froze. Looking down, he saw the shocked look on the vampire's face and only glared at him savagely. "Not gonna do the job, huh?!" Reagan snarled out to him. "Then I guess I'll have to do it FOR YOU!!!"

Slowly, Reagan raised his arms in a X, catching the vampire's stuck arm and holding it there, preventing him from using it to push in any deeper than it was already. With him still holding onto the vampire's arm, Reagan lifted him up off of the ground with nothing more than pure adrenaline that was still heatedly pumping through his veins, even if some of it was spilling out from the wound in his chest. With a hard shove of his crossed arms into the vampire's trapped one, he kept pushing harder and harder at it, eventually getting it to break with the amount of force he used. Once Reagan's hands were up high enough, the werewolf brought them back down with a tremendous amount of force and speed, ripping his talons through the vampire's stomach area, nearly eviscerating him.
 
Feeling his arm snap the vampire shrieked in pain, and made a even more disturbing groan when he had been slashed across the stomach. Looking down to his guts hanging out from his open stomach his look of pain slowly turned into a smile as he drew his arm back preparing to attack him again he noticed that the song had ended. Suddenly there was the friendliest smile across Kadaz's face, and he had wrapped his arms around the wolf embracing him in a hug like they where brothers.

"Good moshing freund..You are from Germany ya? I can taste it in my blood...I like your country. You all always did know how to party."

The vampire said as he pulled away from the wolf. Kadaz's accent was strange, it was heavy but unrecognizable as being singular, sounding more like a fusion between different dialects. There was African though the specific region was difficult to determine; but there was also French, Indigenous tone from the Americas, Cantonese, Mandarin, and oddly Ukrainian. As the band slowly left the stage and the intermission came about. Daz smile never left his face for an instant he was heavily intruded by this werewolf. Normally when he met a lycanthrope they madly attacked him with no real care about whether he paid any mind to the feud or not.

This one seemed to go about things in his own way, and he seemed to be very strong. It wasn't just the moshing and fighting with Reagan that told Daz that he was strong but it was also in his blood. "Come we should go do the drinking now!" The vampire said as he reached upward grabbing the wolf by the collar and rushing off towards the bar with a smile. Stopping his head snapped to the side in a blur after an intriguing scent on the air caught his attention. Being a nosferatu...He could sense when there was something he would like around it was a...instinctual sort of thing.

Setting his eye's on the witch that seemed to be scoping himself and Reagan out from across the room, his curiosity grew. Licking his fangs he would have approached her, but he could tell she was a witch; it was something about the aura that humans had when they dabbled in magic that gave them away. Deciding it best not to approach her, he had no desire of being a frog that would burn in the sunlight. "I think she is liking you mein fruend." Daz said with a laugh as he approached the bar. The anthro bunny behind the counter was certainly a sight for sore eye's with her spiky decorations, pert breasts and skimpy outfit. Ordering himself some blood whiskey and a bottle of vodka for the wolf he turned around to see if Reagan would approach the human.


[[Sorry about the wait you guys. ^^;]]
 
Amused and, frankly, amazed, Sophia watched from her little place as the vampire whose stomach had been gored and whose arm had most definitely been broken readied himself for another attack, healing almost instantly and then draw the were into a hung instead. She raised an eyebrow noticing that a good deal of the violence had stopped when the music did. It was difficult to stop staring at them after all that. It was almost like watching what humans had dubbed "reality tv." It was awful...but you just had to know what happened next.

She was a little surprised when the vampire turned and seemed to look right at her. Blinking a little, raising her eyebrows, she returned the gaze, keeping cool. What did he want, she wondered. No matter. She could take care of herself if he decided to try anything. Though she really wished she wouldn't have to. He seemed to be trying to get the were to look at her as well. Rather than wait to see if this would be auspicious or not, the redhead gave up her place as a wall flower and moved into the crowd, disappearing behind a large troll and reappearing just an instant later at the other end of the bar, ordering a glass of brandy. She was going to need it if the concert-goers wanted her help.

Speak of the devil, up came the girl from earlier. "Can I help you miss?"

The demon woman pointed to what appeared to be her date. He was in bad shape. With a nod and a long drink of her brandy, Sophie turned to face him, recited an incantation and moved her hands over him without actually touching any part of him and then released him good as new. After a gruff thanks, they bought her another drink and went on their way.

"Gee, thanks kids," she grumbled, whispering a little something about impotency in the future before smiling at the bartender and just sitting back, enjoying her drink.
 
For the most part, before the song ended, Reagan's arms were still outstretched behind him, each of his talons stained stained a crimson red as he looked at the vampire with a look of pure and unbridled aggression, his breath ragged and hard. He was waiting for the vampire to make the last move before he noticed the band had now begun to leave the stage. What was even stranger to him was when he then felt the vampire draw him in for a hug, and there wasn't a single hint of aggression in the air now. Strange, he wondered. Here they were nearly ready to rip each other's heads clean off to the insanity the music provided when after that, the vampire was as friendly as a cat.

Still, at least the two stopped before any more carnage broke out. Nodding his reply to the vampire with a small smirk on his face, he was half about to slowly take the vampire's arm out of his chest before he felt him do it for him anyway. No doubt that was going to require some mending on his end, he figured. Oh well. At least it'll heal properly, he figured.

"Da, komrade," Reagan answered him plainly. "But you are also forgetting that I'm also part Russian as well. Very equal mix, I might add." He added with a bit of a grin. "But you're right. The night is young, there are beautiful girls around us and plenty of alcohol for all." He concluded as he extended his arms out and looked around the general expanse of the area before suddenly getting tugged along by the collar, making him growl at him with a bit of aggravation in his face. Just because he might have been a damn good mosher sure as hell didn't give him any right to just drag him around as though he was a little pup. It was annoying.

But upon arrival at the bar, Reagan's aggravation was soon squashed as he looked over to the bar with a nod of his head and a smile over to the vampire as he made his way over to whoever it was he had his eye on while he went over to the counter and settled into a seat. However, his words would indeed ring true when he began to pick up on the smell of a human female here, making him veer his eyes over to the side where he spotted her also. But unlike the vampire, Reagan didn't exactly have the acute senses that dictated to whether or not she had magical properties just yet, but all good things come to those who wait and with plenty of practice as well. As far as he knew, it was just a regular human female that was at the bar looking a tad out of place in a place such as this. Glancing back at the vampire's words, he simply arched a brow at him before he shook his head with a smile before knocking his hand down on the counter towards the barkeep, informing him that he would like to place an order for himself, consisting of a vodka stinger with a whiskey back. After he acquired his drink a short while later, he decided to move over to the female in the area, seemingly ignoring the fact that his chest was still healing after getting the vampire's hand driven into it then nodded his head to her in greeting before he spoke.

"What brings you here?" He asked her directly on approach.
 
The redhead was happily enjoying her drink, curious about whether or not her time here would be worth all the trouble, when along came the were from earlier. Curious, she turned to him as he nodded at her. She became well aware of the scent of blood and the healing process he was going through as she caught sight of more of him. His question threw her for a loop.

"Well that's an odd thing to ask," she said with a smirk, holding up her glass and shaking it a little as if to say, "Duh." She chuckled a little and took another sip of her drink, watching him with stormy grey eyes. "Who are you that wants to know?" she asked, tilting her fiery head. She found his eyes to be utterly fascinating. The golden color was uncommon in humans, and it was often rare in weres. To have that kind of color, she imagined, he must be relatively pure as far as power and lineage went.

Then again, she didn't know all that much about weres, so she really wasn't the one to consult. His fighting had been quite impressive--but his aggression had been unchecked. Far more people could have gotten hurt. And if her first customers of the night were any indication, she couldn't make a ton of money off of them. But she might have free drinks for the rest of her life. Shrugging it off, she gave him her full attention, curious to know what he might want with her.
 
Reagan only gave a bit of a snort before he turned his head to the side a bit and smirked somewhat. It wasn't really so much a hard question to ask a person, especially if they stuck out worse than a big toe in a convention of snapping turtles. He would then shrug his shoulders a bit before looking back at the female, aiming his eyes of gold down to her before he took another sip of his drink while crossing his arms over his broad chest. She definitely had quite a bit of spunk in her. That much was hard to find in this area that mostly "doms say this and subs do that". Either way, she had his undivided attention now, even as a few random patrons came by and swatted him on the back from his awesome mosh with the vampire from earlier.

"Reagan." He said simply to the redheaded woman while quirking a brow at her and then pointed a finger at her in return. "And who is this lovely lady I am addressing?" He asked as he then moved his hand that was holding his drink off to the side then leaned forward to take his other hand and curl it around hers with a bow, kissing her knuckle respectfully.
 
Well, at least he had a sense of humor, she thought to herself. His name was different too. Unique was the word she'd been grasping for. Clearly, this night was only going to get more interesting. "Sophia," she said, nodding her head in greeting, raising an eyebrow as he kissed her hand. She chuckled and shook her head. It never ceased to amaze her that men still found that charming. Well, at least he wasn't being presumptuous...yet. Besides, he was still kind of bleeding.

"Oh there's no need for such formality. Or familiarity," she teased, gently removing her hand from his grasp. "But let me do you a favor, yes?" She moved her hand to his chest, just over the wound, but not touching him. She whispered something in Latin and her hand glowed blue, his own healing process speeding up with the aid of her magic. Once it was all healed, she said a little something extra to remove the blood and pressed her hand there.

"One freebie for the man with the golden eyes," she said, standing closer to him quite suddenly. After a moment, she smirked and removed her hand again, turning to her glass and emptying it. Ordering another, she sat back down and moved some hair out of her face, wondering if he had known that she was a witch, or assumed that she was simply a human.
 
No need for formality? Reagan pondered to himself as he listened to Sophia with another quirk of his brow and a shake of his head despite he was clearly smiling at her. Well, can't say I can agree with it, but at least I don't plan on arguing with her about it. He thought with the same smile on his face and nodded at her once more. Soon enough, he would see her hand nearing the ragged looking wound on his chest and uttered something before watching her hand glow unnaturally and after some time, he would see that his wound would seal up entirely by both his own healing factor and whatever spell she wove over. Looking up to her when she then used another spell to dissipate what blood was there as well, he simply smiled at her before nodding his head at her once again even as he saw her come a little more closely to him.

"No, no, no." He answered with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand. "I don't feel that's fair." He added as he kept his smile on his face. "I feel as though there should be a degree of payment that we can agree upon, wouldn't you say?" He asked as looked over to his drink and then downed the rest of it rather easily, hissing through his teeth as he brought the glass down onto the counter beside him then turned his eyes back to her.
 
She could tell he was old-fashioned--at least in his manners. Not that it was a bad thing, necessarily. Just it was easy to tell. As if the hand-kissing wasn't a dead give-away. It surprised her that he didn't argue, however. A pleasant surprise. He didn't seem to be shocked by her abilities, which was, admittedly a little bit of a let down. Then again, it was nice to know that someone existed that didn't automatically judge a book by its cover...entirely.

Taking up a fresh brandy as he downed the rest of his drink, she was surprised that he actually wanted to pay her. Unless it was a come-on, and if it was, she couldn't resist a little smirk. "Oh? You want to pay me for my talents? Well, well. I wonder what you would pay me with, Reagan." She took another sip of the drink and savored the taste as she felt the alcohol spreading heat through her system. "Make an offer."
 
"I'd ask what manner of magician are you, but then again, what's the point? I don't ask about your profession, and nothing is said about me in return." Reagan answered with a nod of his head and the same smile on his face before it became a bit of a smirk as he once again crossed his arms in front of his chest then quirked a brow at her interestingly as he stepped a little bit more closely to her, almost to the point where his arms almost came into contact with her chest, mainly because of his height and overall width in his altered form.

"Since you've already done me a fine service of mending my wounds, I feel as though I am indebted to your service. That said, is there anything you would like me to do for you?" Reagan then spoke with a nod of his head. "Besides, a woman of your many talents possibly has some need for someone who also has a great deal of talents himself." He added as he lifted a hand up and gestured it towards her.
 
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