full moon,, open to all

[Jade]

Spend half as much, kills you in half the time
Oh pull on the baby, red number make it hard to hear
Hard to see and hard to sit around
Nothing's gonna kiss you like the kiss that's gonna get to you

Slim legs white as snow shone bright by the moon's reflection; black leather boots covered up to the lonely girls knees. Tight leather shorts with a loose bright red peacoat keeping her comfortable. A smudge of blood stained her pallid face, her usual gray eyes had a hint of red from recent feeding. If you managed to look close enough at her black boots you could see splatters of blood still dripping onto the dark green grass. The moon was so very full that during sunset, when Jade first arrived at the grave-sight, she could see it coming out. The sun was saying its last goodbyes to this side of the world, while Jade stalked an old woman placing flowers on her husbands grave. It was a civil thing to do, the poor woman would want to join her lover in the ground, no? Jade is not one to play with her pray, she came up fast behind her, leaving the wind a moment to catch up. "Вы тоскуете без вашего возлюбленного?" Such fools, they never seem to understand the lovely Russian speech. The woman had no time to gasp or ask what was said, Jade bit into her aged neck and drained her fast. It was a passion of hers to watch as the color drained from their eyes, turning gray while filling her own red.

Jade kept her vampire life in secrecy, it was Corinth's way and he was always right. So she left a decent amount of blood in the body and bashed it up a bit, breaking the ankle and a couple ribs making her death seem to be an old womans fall into the rocks outside of the cemetery. Leaving the body at the fraud scene she made her way back to the graves. Jade preferred the older area, the stone were much more unique and she could smell the bones below, instead of the more fresh rotting corpses. Having such a heightened sense of everything wasn't always lovely; rotting flesh doesn't smell appetizing no matter who you may be. Well, perhaps if you were one of those ill-mannered wolves.. She giggled to herself, fangs still flexed and fully dominant.

Breathing in deeply, out of comfort - she rested on the ground next to a massive gravestone shaped as a cross, kind of ironic she figured, for the one carved into her backside is facing the opposite direction. Smiling in the dark, she rested her head on the base of the statue and stared up at the moon and the stars.

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[Rowan Erika Breedlove]

You can Treat this like another All I'm saying

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Rowan knew the moon hovered somewhere above her, its pale light only shown briefly through the thick canopy that crept over the sky. Like bony fingers, the branches seemed intentionally to bow overhead, weaving themselves with their neighbors making a nearly impenetrable ceiling. The night chill sent shivers up her spine, she was unsure if it was due to the nature of the night, or an uncanny sense of the unnatural. Her mind of course twisted all sounds and scents that the normally beautiful night air would offer. She walked here and there, as the slightest breeze would rustle what undergrowth there was. Small animals must have been circling, snapping twigs, only to spark the wolf in side.

It was near midnight as she sat in the local cemetery that hidden deep within the city. No one kept up with it anymore, as being littered with fallen branches, dead leaves, and plenty of undergrowth such as ferns, moss, and some tall grass. The cemetery itself was old and many of the graves were only marked with stones and discerned by sunken plots of earth where the bodies lay. As for now, Rowan sat next to the founders of the town. Those who live near the ancestral resting place have been griping about vandals knocking down tombstones. “Sounds and screams,” they say emanate from the long forgotten plot of earth.

The clothing she wore gave little protection from the breeze. She tugged at the loops of her low rise skinny jeans wiggling her rear on the top of a grave. With a grunt she touched her side, yesterday night she had gone to The Underground again. Her opponent she thought was weak, a human male. She was wrong when it turned out to be one of her own. This slightly miscalculation caused her two fracture ribs and a purple, black bruise on her left side. She jumped slightly at a giggle and turn a bit, wincing out, slowly standing onto of the tomb with her heels. She growled stiffly at the sight, hate being caught off guard. "hey!"

Rowan's true colored eyes showed with annoyance. A fucking vampire, oh joy...

Rowan's Outfit

[Jade]

Spend half as much, kills you in half the time
Oh pull on the baby, red number make it hard to hear
Hard to see and hard to sit around
Nothing's gonna kiss you like the kiss that's gonna get to you

Jade played with her knifelike nails, she grew them out purposly to file them to a point, gave her an advantage in combat. Scraping the statue she lay resting against, the bone-chilling sound echoed in the silence. She felt very content in this morbid resting place, the fresh scent of blood still speckled on her leather boots helped too. The feeling after feeding was just so - so very lovely to say the least. Indescribable. It seemed to strengthen everything about her. Yes, she was used to this spectacular feeling but it never got old. All she knows is killing and feeding, besides the arts of passtime Corinth taught her. Ah, dearest Corinth - where may you be now? I miss you so. Alaska must be a great place for him, staying night for thirty days a year. Then again, does it not stay light for a long period as well? Jade shrugged at her own thoughts. It is a good thing she does not mind being alone. Glancing up she watched as a couple crows broke away from the forest, cawing wildly. I suppose I'm never truly alone -

Her thoughts ceased; she smelled that vile scent she's known since her early turning in the nineteenth-century. Just the repulsive scent brought back the memory. She was a 'newborn' and was going on a feeding frenzy because nothing had ever tasted so good.. She had planned on clearing out the whole miniature town, no one would miss it anyway. Jade had spotted a man running away into the woods, so she chased him and before he could scream she had him pinned to a pine. Then the same wretched smell tore at her nostrils as he quickly turned into a wolf and put up a fight. Her being a 'newborn' then, was very unskilled and clumsy with her new-self, so it was a good thing Corinth was not far behind to hear her call. But that was many years ago..

Jade kept her relaxed spot on the ground, laying against the cross statue. It smelled of female and her heartbeat jumped when she had spotted Jade, so it wasn't hard for her to assume she brought no trouble. "привет" She coughed, forgetting to change her mindset to the local language. "Hello." Her tone was slick, the kind of slick that you could replay over and over in your mind trying hard to forget. Sizing up the girl she grinned, curious at the dogs wonderings. "You come to visit graves often?" Jade laughed at herself, being so damn casual in conversation, but what else are you to say to a bitch?

Jade's outfit.
((P.S. I totally used your outfit maker, it's awesome!))

[Rowan Erika Breedlove]

You can Treat this like another All I'm saying

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"привет" then a cough as she spoke English, "Hello." Rowan didn't know the other language, it was so foreign to her since she's never been out of state or even across the seas. She normally stuck close to the pack, looking and motioning newly werewolves; didn't need a rouge out there stirring up trouble. She slip down of the ground landing with a heavy thump. You would think that they she fell she would of stumble, but being a fighter she had to had grace and balance. She rose up smoothly and growled softly, she knew when she was being sized up.

She clammed her self seeing the vampire's grin and comment, "You come to visit graves often?" "Don't lose your cool Rowan." She shut her eyes for a second and breath in deeply and out. Slowly she opened her eyes, the black orbs seem to swirl with color as falls back over her original eye coloring. She grin herself, "Yeah I do, so many things just seem to happen in the graveyard." She stepped forward and crushed a twig under her left boot. "Things goes bump in the night, you just never no what you'll find."

She crossed her arms for a bit and wince slightly, loosing the grip. "so do you come to feed often?" She glance over the woman, her eyes quickly scanned her; black hair, pale skin like any vampire she would think and white fangs. She sniffled and looked at the fresh stain on her boots, "So where did you get the blood from?" She stiffen at the answer, as her nails fine to point like sabers. "choose wisely your answer."

Rowan's outfit

[Jade]

Spend half as much, kills you in half the time
Oh pull on the baby, red number make it hard to hear
Hard to see and hard to sit around
Nothing's gonna kiss you like the kiss that's gonna get to you

You see, Jade was in a perfectly fine mood. Why must mutt's always be so foolish? She had no intention of provoking a fight, a fight that she would win easily anyway. The bewilderment on the small dogs face at her Russian tongue made Jade grin. Jade half-listened to the raspy voice, her attention span was gaining boredom. So she turned her head to look over the forest to the left of her as she licked a smudge of left-over blood off her bottom lip. They were already a bright red from her favored lipstick, so for all anyone would know it was just her tasting her cosmetics.

At the sound of the breaking twig whilst she felt the bitch's and herself's space between each-other shorten, her attention was pulled back again. Her head snapped back to glare at the female, the tone of her voice just reeked with sarcasm. "So do you come to feed often?" What an idiotic question! Of course she feeds often or else she would not be in existence! Jade's thin brow raised at the dog's questioning of the speckled blood on her boots. She scoffed aloud, laughing at the things threat. "You truly must be a fool." She spoke so fast and in such a dreadful tone, meant for as a simple warning.

дурак! Her fists clenched and released, spreading her deadly nails. To threaten yet alone a vampiress especially after feeding with full blown fresh power rushing threw her veins, so very foolish it made Jade almost pity the beast. Jade slowly stood up, she was nearly a whole foot taller than the little thing before her. A bold smile flashed her fangs, "Look, дурак. I will let your threat go in pity. I would destroy you easily" Jade giggled, raising a brow. "I'll let your foolish threat go for you clearly have no idea just whom you are threatening." Calmly she smoothed her peacoat releasing the creases created from sitting for so long, keeping the mutt in sight at all times.

[Rowan Erika Breedlove]

You can Treat this like another All I'm saying

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"Look, дурак. I will let your threat go in pity. I would destroy you easily" "I'll let your foolish threat go for you clearly have no idea just whom you are threatening." Rowan groan, her shoulders and arms slumped down as though being dragged and pulled by weights. This is the problem with with vampires. The reek and smell of arrogance and egotism. Rowan's scratched her side and said nothing else. What can she say? The mood was killed and she didn't wish to speak anymore.

She turned on her heels and stuck her hands into her pockets. She stepped up onto one of the crumple tombstones and howled. It was sweet, long, and loving as she listen. Once her song died down, faint yelps could be heard. Glancing of to the side she watched as she small furry body, bounce and weaved through the stones. Fonzo yelped out a bark and wagged his tail causing his whole rear to wag. She laughed sweetly at the sight and dropped off the edge. She picked him up and laughed more letting him lick her. "Fonzo.."

She mood dropped a little as she looked to the female vampire, "I can see why you bitches are alone. You think so highly of y'all that y'all can't even stand each other." She turned away and started to walk, "Have fun with your lonesome life, vamp." Vamp that was all she can call her, she didn't know her name. She thought about asking, but physically she shrugged.

[OOC:sorry for the shortness. . .]