Hello my name is Shadow Wolf22, and I do not own Darkstalkers they belong
to capcom, but I do own my Ocs.
Demona(OC): He really doesn't
Donovan(OC as well): Trust us on this one.
Shadow Wolf22: I'm not going to argue with them on this one, but I do own them o.k.
The air grew cold, as the last few moments of twilight faded. The streets were still, the threat of the Darkstalkers still fresh in human minds. The darkstalkers of course had been gone for three years now, and only the faintest of their presence lingered. An occasional sewer creature, ghost, or demon bats were all that stalked the streets, or so most people though. On a night like tonight however not many would chance it.
Ricky Loben had no choice in the matter. Ricky raced down the empty streets, down ally ways, and any other path that would get him home sooner. Ricky cursed himself under his breath, Why had he stayed at Michelle's house so late? Remembering his girlfriend's smile told Ricky why, Because she is so hot and digs you, idiot! Ricky couldn't help but smile at that thought. Whatever his parents might do, it was worth it. Ricky stopped just down the road that ran to the church, behind his house. He caught his breath, not realizing he had run the whole way.
"Hooowoo!" came an eerie call that sent Ricky jumping four feet off the ground.
"What the .." Ricky began but was cut off by another call, this one closer, to close! Ricky thought as he once again began his dash toward home, into the dark created by the buildings. The buildings, mostly ruins seemed to loom over him.
Then he saw it, matching his pace. He couldn't tell what it was, because it was clothed in shadow, but he was sure he didn't want to know. He ran lungs burning, screaming for oxygen but he dared not stop. Ricky looked again and it was gone, but Ricky knew better.
The creature leapt, tackling him brutally. Ricky punched and fought, but found his fists hit muscle, hard as steel. In a blur of movement others appeared, creatures about seven feet tall, covered in hard, guard hairs and softer under fur. They were humanoid with long claws where the human fingernails would have been, and the head was clearly lupine. Werewolves he thought, pausing to look at the bright full moon that shone in the night sky. They each had a different fur color, except two browns that resembled each other enough that he thought twins. One of the browns had tackled Ricky and now stood proudly over the eighteen-year-old boy, its sharp teeth inches from the boy's throat. The other brown walked with inhuman grace to face the brown that pinned him. He snapped viciously and the other turned leaving Ricky all but forgotten to join against the other in battle. Ricky looked around and saw the fight had drawn several others; they stood around the two browns watching intently. Only a black and white werewolf stood watching. Ricky knew it was stupid but he tried to run, the ebony and ivory wolf simply watched, some emotion, Ricky wasn't sure, what burned in his eyes.
Suddenly a strong, clawed hand pulled Ricky backward and he knew he was dead. Ricky tensed afraid, but was determined to see his killer, he turned and found himself looking into eyes that glowed with intelligence, they were the blue-green of the sea and had the same look the other wolf had. Ricky suddenly figured out what that emotion was, it was sorrow, then she ripped his throat out. As the life pumped from his open arteries, Ricky listened as they chorused " Hooowoo!" all except the black and white who looked pained, then Ricky Loben lay still, dead.
Jon Talbain snapped awake, the call echoing in his ears. He looked down at his hands, the long dagger like claws had replaced his own human fingernails, and his body was covered in the coarse guard hairs of the wolf. Talbain was a werewolf. Talbain felt the instinct and mind of the wolf rise within his own. The wolf wanted to answer the call, to run, prey, and be as he saw it free. The man quickly struck the wolf down, back into the darkness of his sub consciousness. The wolf had his uses, but the man needed control in that moment. Talbain was ashamed the call had allowed the wolf to get so much control, even for a moment. Talbain got to his feet, leaving behind the sheet he had used as he slept on the floor; he had long ago learned that hotel beds were not for him, because cleaning people tended to ask to many questions about finding strange blue-gray and white hairs in the bed.
As a werewolf, Talbain was a bit short, just over six feet but more than made up for it in strength and speed. In fact he could easily fight an opponent three to four times his own size. At that moment Talbain was glad his height was not that of the norm, the room's ceiling was not very high so he was sure to duck as he headed across the room toward the balcony.
He stopped momentarily to watch the sleeping form of Felicia. The cat woman slept silently, her mane of luminous blue hair lay across her back like a second sheet. Talbain found himself staring, she was beautiful, and as he listened to her slow breaths and steady heart beat it reminded him how much he loved her. She had shown him that his blood was not cursed and that yes, his life did have meaning. She had given him a reason to fight.
He wished he had been a man because he wanted to kiss her, but the werewolf's muzzle would not do. Talbain was pulled away from his reminiscing as the howl once again cut the silence of the night. Humans, he knew would blame the sound on the wind, but deep down they would know, but only he knew the call for what it was, the announcement of a victorious hunt. One hunt to many, Talbain thought as he stepped on to the balcony, the wolf paid him one brief visit to announce the all clear, after all who could use a wolf's senses better than a wolf. "Good-bye Felicia, I'll be back for you, trust me!" he said to the sleeping form in the bed. Then Talbain bound over the balcony railing and was indifferent as he fell eight stories to the ground below landing with a soft thud and disappeared into the darkness.
Demona(OC): He really doesn't
Donovan(OC as well): Trust us on this one.
Shadow Wolf22: I'm not going to argue with them on this one, but I do own them o.k.
The air grew cold, as the last few moments of twilight faded. The streets were still, the threat of the Darkstalkers still fresh in human minds. The darkstalkers of course had been gone for three years now, and only the faintest of their presence lingered. An occasional sewer creature, ghost, or demon bats were all that stalked the streets, or so most people though. On a night like tonight however not many would chance it.
Ricky Loben had no choice in the matter. Ricky raced down the empty streets, down ally ways, and any other path that would get him home sooner. Ricky cursed himself under his breath, Why had he stayed at Michelle's house so late? Remembering his girlfriend's smile told Ricky why, Because she is so hot and digs you, idiot! Ricky couldn't help but smile at that thought. Whatever his parents might do, it was worth it. Ricky stopped just down the road that ran to the church, behind his house. He caught his breath, not realizing he had run the whole way.
"Hooowoo!" came an eerie call that sent Ricky jumping four feet off the ground.
"What the .." Ricky began but was cut off by another call, this one closer, to close! Ricky thought as he once again began his dash toward home, into the dark created by the buildings. The buildings, mostly ruins seemed to loom over him.
Then he saw it, matching his pace. He couldn't tell what it was, because it was clothed in shadow, but he was sure he didn't want to know. He ran lungs burning, screaming for oxygen but he dared not stop. Ricky looked again and it was gone, but Ricky knew better.
The creature leapt, tackling him brutally. Ricky punched and fought, but found his fists hit muscle, hard as steel. In a blur of movement others appeared, creatures about seven feet tall, covered in hard, guard hairs and softer under fur. They were humanoid with long claws where the human fingernails would have been, and the head was clearly lupine. Werewolves he thought, pausing to look at the bright full moon that shone in the night sky. They each had a different fur color, except two browns that resembled each other enough that he thought twins. One of the browns had tackled Ricky and now stood proudly over the eighteen-year-old boy, its sharp teeth inches from the boy's throat. The other brown walked with inhuman grace to face the brown that pinned him. He snapped viciously and the other turned leaving Ricky all but forgotten to join against the other in battle. Ricky looked around and saw the fight had drawn several others; they stood around the two browns watching intently. Only a black and white werewolf stood watching. Ricky knew it was stupid but he tried to run, the ebony and ivory wolf simply watched, some emotion, Ricky wasn't sure, what burned in his eyes.
Suddenly a strong, clawed hand pulled Ricky backward and he knew he was dead. Ricky tensed afraid, but was determined to see his killer, he turned and found himself looking into eyes that glowed with intelligence, they were the blue-green of the sea and had the same look the other wolf had. Ricky suddenly figured out what that emotion was, it was sorrow, then she ripped his throat out. As the life pumped from his open arteries, Ricky listened as they chorused " Hooowoo!" all except the black and white who looked pained, then Ricky Loben lay still, dead.
Jon Talbain snapped awake, the call echoing in his ears. He looked down at his hands, the long dagger like claws had replaced his own human fingernails, and his body was covered in the coarse guard hairs of the wolf. Talbain was a werewolf. Talbain felt the instinct and mind of the wolf rise within his own. The wolf wanted to answer the call, to run, prey, and be as he saw it free. The man quickly struck the wolf down, back into the darkness of his sub consciousness. The wolf had his uses, but the man needed control in that moment. Talbain was ashamed the call had allowed the wolf to get so much control, even for a moment. Talbain got to his feet, leaving behind the sheet he had used as he slept on the floor; he had long ago learned that hotel beds were not for him, because cleaning people tended to ask to many questions about finding strange blue-gray and white hairs in the bed.
As a werewolf, Talbain was a bit short, just over six feet but more than made up for it in strength and speed. In fact he could easily fight an opponent three to four times his own size. At that moment Talbain was glad his height was not that of the norm, the room's ceiling was not very high so he was sure to duck as he headed across the room toward the balcony.
He stopped momentarily to watch the sleeping form of Felicia. The cat woman slept silently, her mane of luminous blue hair lay across her back like a second sheet. Talbain found himself staring, she was beautiful, and as he listened to her slow breaths and steady heart beat it reminded him how much he loved her. She had shown him that his blood was not cursed and that yes, his life did have meaning. She had given him a reason to fight.
He wished he had been a man because he wanted to kiss her, but the werewolf's muzzle would not do. Talbain was pulled away from his reminiscing as the howl once again cut the silence of the night. Humans, he knew would blame the sound on the wind, but deep down they would know, but only he knew the call for what it was, the announcement of a victorious hunt. One hunt to many, Talbain thought as he stepped on to the balcony, the wolf paid him one brief visit to announce the all clear, after all who could use a wolf's senses better than a wolf. "Good-bye Felicia, I'll be back for you, trust me!" he said to the sleeping form in the bed. Then Talbain bound over the balcony railing and was indifferent as he fell eight stories to the ground below landing with a soft thud and disappeared into the darkness.