Once, long ago, when man were just coming into the middle ages, humans lived alongside some of the world's most powerful creatures. The middle ages was a great time of plenty for the people. A time of prosper for their species and for their companions. Living with them, in harmony, were dragonsenormous reptiles with fiery breath and leathery wings, at peace with the dominate species. The middle ages belonged to man. There was no conflict between the two species for many years. But, it was not all easy. Although this was a great time of prosper for man, their dragons were far worse off. They fought in bloody battles, were shown minimal affection by their masters and nearly always slept in cold, damp basements, cellars, or outside. When they won battles, they may have been given a pat, but when they lost, they were often beaten by their handlers. They were taken for granted and could sense it. A cold feeling it was. It haunted them for years before they decided that they had had all that they could handle. A rebellion was formed among many of the city's dragons. While some stood by their masters, they stood no chance against the enormous alliance that was the rebellion. They were brutally and mercilessly slain by the rebels.
The day the rebellion struck was marked in a sea of blood and a city filled with the dead bodies of humans and the dragons that stood against the rebels to protect their masters from a violent death. The loyal had failed. The age belonged to the rebellion. The alliance was strong, traveling the world in search of others of the human species and those dragons that wish to join them. The humans they found faced the same fate as those back in the city. The world was overtaken by dragons, the new dominate species. Over the years, the dragons had searched the globe in vain for mankind. It was twenty long years of searching for the last of them before they gave in and called off the search conducted by the rebel alliance. They had finished off the human species and had claimed the planet as their own. The world now belonged to dragons.
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Topic: Animatedlives -a vampire-(meer)kat rpg (Read 7 times)
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Animatedlives -a vampire-(meer)kat rpg « Thread Started on Jul 6, 2009, 5:02am »
Everything had been normal...
Once in a time, the Kalahari had been so peaceful like always. Everything was fine, Nature took care of everything. The meerkats were very happy with spending there life in a group or alone. Lone males were roving and looking for the hottest females in the desert. The Kalahari had been a place which they called "home", they felt safe there. Until something supernatural, abnormal and deadly appeared to be living in their home place. Something with pelts in every imaginable color, wings or no wings. And teeth. Big teeth, sharp, fang like. They were creatures that would change the Kalahai forever, and they would play tricks with Nature.
Until they came and changed our lifes forever...
The vampire-kats almost invaded the lands, and nothing would ever remain the same... These immortal creatures that lived forever made the Kalahari their home. Some of them lives in peace with the normal meerkats around, but most were only looking for blood. They wanted to use the many meerkats as their supply, and one by one they began to suck them dry. But the normal meerkats were stronger than they ever thought or dreamed of: kept strong by the memories of how the Kalahari had been before, some of the meerkats escaped. But they never were the same.
Slowly they were changing...
The meerkat that had escaped, felt their bodies changing. Their teeth grew longer and sharper, designed to cut through any imaginable skin. Their pelts became darker, almost black. Their eyes became emotionless, and the meerkats lost their grip on sanity. One by one they became silent killers, striking at night and sleeping at day. Some of the meerkats, however, managed to be stronger than the vampire blood in their veins. They did become vampires, but they kept their sanity and lived like normal meerkats.
Cute babies became little monsters...
The meerkats that had survived the attacks of the vampire-kats began to live their lives again. Some of them breed with another meerkat. That had been one of the mistakes they had made. Their babies were beatiful, really cute, but their personality was like any other vampire-kat. They all became little monsters, craving for blood and to kill anyone who came near them. Only their mothers were allowed to come close. And when they suckled, they didn't drink milk, no the little pups aimed for the vein and suck the blood out of their weak mothers. Most of the mothers got much pups, four or five, causing them to die quickly of bloodlos.
Even a vampire can blood dry...
The skin of the vampire-kats: soft but still strong, like metal. Their bodies were as cold as ice, and their emotionless glance was said to kill anyone who looked at them. A normal meerkat wouldn't be enable to do any damage to a vampire-kat, but they could hurt [i]each other. Like any other meerkat, there were stable groups with fights for dominance. The sharp tooth could easily slice through the tough skins of the kats, and caused much damage. Blood was streaming out of the body, although it didn't stream through the veins anymore. Blood is vital for the survival of the vampire-kats, and if they loose too much they'll die. That was exactly what happened to the unlucky ones.
Changes in the vampires...
Over the ages, the vampire-kats changed. Some of them appeared on day, they were called the daywalkers. Some of the vampires got white skins and wings. They could fly. Some could even tell your fortune, although they mostly lied. For some time they even tried to fit in with the normal meerkats, joining their groups and trying to live on insects. And some tried to stop drinking with blood, all of them died except one. The oldest of the vampire-kats has all the knowledge about the curse, and maybe even knows a cure. But he went missing ages ago, there are rumors that he's hiding in the Dark Canyons, refusing to come in daylight, but nobody ever found him.
What side are you on? Are you a blooddrinking demon or an innocent meerkat?
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