darkSpyro

This is a sort of an alternate universe remake of the original Weres Vs. Vamps rp. It will not follow the same plot as the old one, but it is the same basic idea. It's basically a fresh start for anyone who was part of the old rp, and anyone can join in at anytime.

Story: Werecreatures and Vampcreatures have been at war with each other for several generations. It all started with their early ancestors, except no one is sure of the particular reason. The newer generations only know that they were raised to think of the other race as the enemy, as it is what their parents were taught, and so on. Weres and Vamps alike are trained to aid their race in winning the war, but no one is really sure of what the fight is even about. It is a mystery that most don't care enough to explore. However, there are select few individuals who not only want to know the answer to the age old question of why it all started in the first place, but actually want the fighting to stop.

The Vamps: The vampcreatures are not your classic, old-school vampire. These vamps are not undead, immortal creatures that can only be killed by specific means. These are living, breathing creatures that can be killed by the same means as any human. They still have the increased strength, speed, etc. They still have fangs and drink blood, and they are still nocturnal. Vamps typically feed on animals they find in the woods, although some feed on people. Since vamps only require blood for survival, they have a habit of leaving their food laying around, often still somewhat alive. Anything left alive, human or animal, becomes a vampcreature within the following night. Vamps can be human or animal, but can not shapeshift.

The Weres: The werecreatures come in many shapes and sizes, as well as any animal that hasn't gone extinct. Their inhuman abilities vary depending on their animal form. Some are stronger, others are faster, and some can breathe underwater. They are not immortal, but all of them are nocturnal. They can be killed by any normal means, much like a human, and have no real special weaknesses. Most of them have three forms; human, animal, and a hybrid of the two. Some only have two forms; either human and animal, or human and hybrid. It is pretty rare for a werecreature to have only one form, which is always the hybrid form, but it is not unheard of.

Clans: Both species commonly live in clans, or a small to somewhat large camp of their species. Some are loners, however, and very few decide to live among humans. Camps can be anywhere in the wilderness, with the forest setting being the most common. Some camps use tents as shelter and move around depending on the season. Others are stationary and use cabins as shelter. Bigger clans are usually stationary. All clans consist of a leader, a general, at least one healer, several hunters and scouts, with the majority being simple members.

• The Leader: The leader is the one in charge, along with any spouse they may have. They run their own camp and make their own separate rules. Some leaders are more strict than others.
  
• The General: The general is the leader's right-hand-man. He, and possibly his spouse, have dominance over everyone, except the leader. He is the one in charge when the leader isn't around.
  
• The Healer: The healer is the doctor of the camp. They are highly skilled and have extensive knowledge in medicine. They lack the equipment of a human doctor, however, and mainly rely on herbs and old-fashioned remedies. Despite that, they still manage to do a great job. They typically don't have any fighting skills, and even during a war, attacking one at all is a capital offense on both sides. They are essential for survival, and are sooner made slaves than killed.
  
• Hunters/Warriors: These are the best fighters of the camp, aside from the leader and general. Their main job, during a time of peace, is to gather food for the camp. During a war, they are the first line of defense.
  
• Scouts: These are the rangers and trackers of the camp. It is their job to know the lay of the land, survey the area for trouble, alert the camp of intruders, etc. They do know how to fight and are by no means weak, but they are not the first line of defense.
  
• Members: They have the most numbers of any camp, and they generally have no specific job. Mainly, they populate the camp and care for their family, abiding by the rules of the camp. Majority of them know how to fight and can back up the hunters during a war, but generally do not venture far from home.
  
• Assassin: There has been no record of a known assassin for several generations, but they are a blessing to have in any camp. Their skill in combat is uncanny, rumored to be greater than that of most hunters, perhaps even greater than the clan leader. Little is known about them because they are extremely rare. It is said that those who somehow acquire this rank keep it a secret from others, even their own kind. (I've decided to leave this as an option for later on in the rp. Characters may become one as the story progresses, but we won't be starting off with assassins.)
  

Camps: (I will do a brief description of two camps, one for each species, that will essentially be the main camp for that species, depending on whichever species you want to be. There are several camps, but we will start with these two, so please start off your character in one of these two camps, unless you are a loner. I will personally be controlling the leaders, generals, and other minor characters within the camps.)

• Were Camp: Leader - Amos - male werebear. General - Rayne - female werekangaroo. Their camp is deep within the forest, by a small lake. The camp is of medium to large size, with stationary cabins. The leader's cabin is up on a small hill within the camp, with the general's cabin at the foot of the hill.
  
• Vamp Camp: Leader - Gytha - female vampire. General - Cale - male vamphyena. Their camp is within the forest, northeast of Amos's camp. They live at the base of a small mountain, by a river that flows down from the mountain. Some like to explore the mountain caves, and some paths have already been lite up by torches.
  

Rules:

• I am the GM and Dragon-outcast is the co-GM
  


• No Godmodding. No Mary-Sue type stuff. Just don't be overly powerful, have all your attacks hit, dodge everything, etc. You get the idea.
  


• Try to keep things PG-13. I know there will be fighting, and therefore a certain amount of blood, but try not to make it too gory.
  


• This is set in modern times, but appearances from humans are sparse, visits to the city are seldom among most, and most weres and vamps aren't crazy about technology. It isn't unheard of, but it also isn't common. Techies are allowed, but just be aware that others will likely think you're crazy or something.
  


• Loners are allowed, although I rather there not be too many of them. Assassins will be an option for later on in the story. I may come up with some sort of test or challenge that characters will have to pass in order to become an assassin.
  


• No leaders and generals for right now. If you really want to have your own camp, then wait until later. For now, we will be starting off with only two camps, and go from there. It will just make things easier starting out, and hopefully make everyone less scattered.
  


• I will not put a limit on characters, but you need to keep up with all of them. Don't have a character be important or do something important, and then just forget about them.
  


• If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. I don't mind explaining things.
  

Character Sheet: (delete what's in parenthesis)
Name: (last name not necessary)
Age:
Species: (were or vamp, and what kind)
Role: (this is your job in the camp, like hunter or scout)
Appearance: (picture or description, but include credit for a picture)
History: (not really necessary, just put anything of interest or importance)
Other:

((This seems like a really cool idea))

Name: Tangath
Age: 21-24 no one knows for sure.
Gender: Male
Species: Werejackal
Role: Warrior
Appearance: Just search up a jackal. Find the darkest one. For hybrid form, just imagine it as a humanoid jackal. Also, he wears a belt in hybrid form, with a long katana, and some knives (a few throwing knives, and a saxe knife). In human form, he is an average 21 year old, with black leather jeans, and a black shirt, and a black leather jacket. And black hair.
History: Not much is really known about him, he just kind of appeared one day, pretty banged up, asked for help, and doesn't talk about his past.
Other: He has always dreamt of being an assassin, once learning about the role, and has been training in the ways of how to be an assassin. Now all he needs to do is take the test to see if he truly deserves it.
His katana is made from a black metal, and his knives, and it's harder than most of the other warriors swords.

ooc: You skipped his age, and I just realized that I completely forgot about gender when making the character sheet. x3 Since you left out describing his human form, I'll assume he doesn't have one, correct? And I just thought of something different I could do with the assassin role. Instead of making it a possibility right off the bat, I may change it so that it's something that can be acquired later on in the rp. I might do that instead. So your character can like start off as a warrior, and then become an assassin later on.

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ooc: You skipped his age, and I just realized that I completely forgot about gender when making the character sheet. x3 Since you left out describing his human form, I'll assume he doesn't have one, correct? And I just thought of something different I could do with the assassin role. Instead of making it a possibility right off the bat, I may change it so that it's something that can be acquired later on in the rp. I might do that instead. So your character can like start off as a warrior, and then become an assassin later on.

((Yes, he doesn't have a human form

Also, that sounds good. Plus, he'd do better as an assassin.))

ooc: Alright. Well, I'll probably make some sort of test that characters have to pass to become one, but that will be later on. Anyway, accepted.

((Yay!

So, when should we start? Also, should we wait for more people?

ooc: I was going to at least wait for D-o to join before starting. I don't know how many more people might actually join, but we'll probably start once D-o is ready.

Name: Rayan (Ri-O-n
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: WereSnake
Role: warrior
Appearance: A tall woman, with hair died a lavender. She has green eyes in all forms, and retains a small amount of her hair in hybrid form. In animal form, her scales are the same shade as her human form hair, and she has green scales on her underbelly. Her hybrid form appears as a humanbeing with scars like her animal form, snake teeth for nails, and snaketeeth. Always keeps her bow with her.
History: Has been in her clan since she was extremely little, as her mother was a Weresnake being and her father was a Weresnakeas well. Her mother died in labor, and her father introduced her to the clan's warrior system.. He was brutally murdered by Vamps, but Rayan accepted this. She doesn't feel angry towards the vamps, but will still kill any vamps that endanger her. She uses he fathers fangs as daggers incase any enemies get to close.
Other: her father was close to becoming an assassin, and she wishes to become what he dreamed of being.

ooc: Dying her hair a different color is fine, but it wouldn't affect the color of her scales. Also, what kind of snake is she? I mean, it doesn't really matter, I'm just curious. Snake teeth for nails? So she has claws? This seems odd to me, since snakes don't even have limbs in the first place. I know you meant that for her hybrid form, but it still seems odd. Her mother was human?It's rare enough for weres to even interact with humans, but having relationships with them would generally be frowned upon. Also, if that were the case, she would be weaker to other weres in comparison, since she's half human. I remember a similar character that was of human descent being rejected in the original rp. I rather not have half humans in this rp.

Ooc: U'll fix one, and explain the other two. She dies her hair to match her scales. I wanted to give a more human feel to her, give her limbs, but not overdo the humanity. The snake teeth claws was to reinforce her being an werecreature. I'll fix her half humanity part though.

ooc: I don't know of any purple snakes off the top of my head. I mean, I'm not a snake expert or anything, but I doubt there are any purple ones. But she doesn't need to be half human or look more human to actually be humane. Weres obviously look human in their human form, and they can have human personalities. Their animal forms should look like any normal animal, and their hybrid form is simply a combination of the other two forms, but they usually show more animal traits. Honestly, having limbs and claws seems more lizard-like to me than snake-like, but it isn't like against the rules or anything. It just seems odd to me.

Ooc: Ok.... It's just how I wanted to make her.

Name: Shard
Age: 24
Species: Were-Dire Wolf
Role: Loner blacksmith who also preforms mercenary work as a hired hand.
Appearance: Shard (credit to original artist and copyright Fire Emblem all that legal stuff) He usually wears a black T-shirt and slacks.
History: He's actually quite the foreigner which is why most clans don't accept him and he lives out on his own in a home built with his own two hands in the face of a mountain. Long ago he was the bodyguard of a young 'princess' almost out in the desert where he used to live. Since he came from a great family from that wealthy position, he had received the best of training he could possibly receive from his clan's society and although his body wasn't the strongest or the fastest or the most iron tough, he had grown to a point where he could almost beat anyone in the clan save the Leader and the Leader's daughter. He and the daughter became....well, quite close and since the daughter would always be rash and do things on her own outside, Shard had much experience in the field dangerously fighting off hordes of vamps or even fellow weres. Long story short, on one of those outings, the daughter fell in battle and the cause was blamed on him. Cast out, devastated, and heartbroken, he changed his name to Shard, because his life had been fragmented and broken. Now he lives alone, refining and mastering the art of a weapon smith and forging all sorts of items.
Other: Versatile in many weapons, his favorite being a one edged curved scimitar called a saber and the other being a chain whip made by 14 small metal bars linked by chains with a weighty metal dart almost like an arrow tip at the end.

ooc: Alright, we are all set to go now. Let's get this started.

It was early evening, and most of the were camp would have been up by now. Some were still in the process of getting ready for the night, others had already started their usual activities. Leader Amos was of course still in his cabin at this time. The old werebear usually slept in later, and often at times didn't care much for socializing with his clan. He normally only came out of his cabin and addressed his camp for important matters.

Other than that, he left the typical, every night activities to General Rayne. The werekangaroo was hardly considered to be any more friendly than Amos himself, but she was still young and vibrant. Rayne was always busying herself with something, taking her job as general rather seriously. Naturally, she was one of the first weres up, already busy with work, and making sure everyone else was doing their jobs as well. Rayne was currently assembling a hunting party to gather food for the night.

As Rayne stood tall and firm in front of her cabin, hands clasped behind her back, she stared down the line-up of hunters before her with a stern look in her dark brown eyes. Her short, dirty blonde hair appeared messy as usual, since she never cared to tend to it. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, no shoes as usual. She liked to walk around barefoot. Rayne was slightly muscular, but not very buff. She was strong, of course, and knew how to take down virtually any hunter in the camp, but she didn't look as intimidating as some of them.

"Alright, hunters, listen up," Rayne spoke loud and clear, with a strong voice that could be heard over most of the noise in the camp. "We need a fresh supply of food, so head out and get anything you can find. Stay within the territory. I can't stress this enough. I don't want a repeat of last time. Your job right now is to hunt for food, not vamps. If you happen to see one on our turf, then alert one of the scouts that will be patrolling the area. Do not attack and kill the vamps. If there's only one, they're here for a reason, and we need to interrogate them to find out why. Several vamps of course constitute for an attack, in which case the camp needs to be alerted at once. Do not try to take them all on yourself. Remember, just hunt for food. That is your only concern right now. There will be plenty of chances to kill vamps later. With that said, head on out! Make sure to bring back plenty of food for the camp!"

Tangath had been at attention during the entire speech, felling the hatred for vamps because of his long past tempting to take over, and the bloodlust ((not like how a vamp lusts for blood, more like wanting bloodshed)) for the vamps' blood was getting very high, but he told himself he needed food, not vamps.

With that, he headed out, grabbing a bow and a full quiver of arrows along the way.

Rayan took out her bow, the sleek, smooth wood allowing her hand to brush over it quickly. Although she was a warrior, she often took part in the hunt, and today was no different. She had stood there, listening to Rayne, and she felt any breaking of the rules on her part should be severely punished. She pushed a bit of her hair out of her eyes, and thought about her respect for Rayne. Eayne was a strong woman, ans Rayan wished to be like her, even surpass her as an assassin.

Shard trudged along carrying a large suitcase in one hand. He had a backpack on and a saber sheathed on his left hip. Finally, he smelled the odorous stench of a great many werecreatures nearby. This was most likely the camp he was commissioned to bring weapons to. Shard held a hand off the pommel of his sword and held it up in the air, to signify he posed no threat. Shard watched for the edge of the border, where he expected most camps to surround him with pointy objects and then let him through after roughing him up a bit. He sighed, but business was business. He needed money.

With the hunters dismissed to go do their job, Rayne was about to go do another task. However, before she could find other work, a peregrine falcon swooped down from the sky towards her.

"General Rayne! General Rayne!" The falcon called out. She paused and turned to face the bird. As the falcon stopped to land, he shifted into his human form. "General Rayne, I have news to report!"

"Well, spit it out already!" She insisted.

The werefalcon cleared his throat. "I was patrolling the area when I spotted three figures in our territory, approaching the camp."

"What did they look like? Were they vamps? Are they armed?"

"They appear to be armed, but they're our kind, ma'am. Should I send them away?"

Rayne sighed. "Negative. If they're our kind, then get a scouting party together and meet them. Do not attack. Yet. I want to know why they're trespassing before we take action. Keep a close eye on them and bring them to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Is there anything else I should know about?" She questioned the scout. However, before he could answer, something else caught the general's attention. She could hear the sound of growling close by, which sounded an awful lot like the werepanther guards had found a visitor or intruder.

The two werepanther guards that normally stood at the camp entrance met up with Shard. They defensively held up their spears and pointed them at him. They blocked his path to the camp as several wereleopards rushed up to surround him, swords and axes in hand.

"Halt!" One werepanther growled. "What business do you have trespassing on our turf, stranger?"

Rayne sighed an glanced at the werefalcon. "You go deal with the trespassers you saw. I'll deal with this." She told him. He nodded and flew off to gather a scouting party to meet up with the other intruders.

Rayne then approached the group of werecats and gave a stern look to the werewolf that had just arrived. She noticed he was carrying a large suitcase. Perhaps this was the were that Amos had told her about. She knew weapons were supposed to be delivered, but the leader didn't bother to give her the details about the individual delivering them, most likely because he forgot.

"Wait." She said to the werecats, holding up her hand. "Lower your weapons. He may very well be the one I've been waiting for." Rayne then narrowed her gaze on Shard. "Excuse me, did Leader Amos ask you for weapons by any chance?"

As she hunted, Rayan spotted a deer. She aimed her bow, her arrow directed at it's heart. A nouse was heard, and the deer bounded away. "Crap." She muttered under her breath. She turned into her snake form, and hid in the trees. She sptted three weres that she couldn't identify.

The three unknown weres casually walked through the forest, heading towards the camp. They were all female, appearing to be in their early to mid twenties.

The first was rather tall with a muscular build. Her hair was jet black and tied up in a ponytail. Her eyes were indigo blue. She wore a black leather jacket, leather pants, and leather boots. Carried on her back was a big, brown leather bag that appeared to be crammed full of stuff. A broad sword could be seen sheathed at her side. Based on her appearance, there would be almost no doubt that she was a hunter or a warrior, especially since she smelled like a large cat.

The second was the smallest of the trio in both height and size. She was a few inches shorter than the first female, with a rather petite frame. She appeared to have no visible muscle mass at all, like she had no strength in her frail-looking body. She had straight, brown hair that went down to her waist, with bangs that covered her forehead. Her eyes were a light sky blue. She wore a long, simple, blue dress that nearly touched the ground. The dress had long sleeves as well. This girl carried a smaller backpack than the first, but appeared unarmed. She seemed too small to be of any threat. She smelled like a feline mixed with a strong tuna smell.

The third was as tall as the first, but then again, she was wearing high heels. She appeared as skinny and frail as the second female. Unlike the other two, her body type had lots of curves to it, appearing as if she walked right out of a fashion model magazine. Her hair was a vibrant red, and was a little bit shorter than the second female's hair. Her eyes were emerald green. She wore a dress as well, but a tight, bright red one, with no sleeves or shoulder straps. Her dress stopped at her knees. She also wore make-up. She carried a smaller bag on her back. Around her waist was a quiver of arrows, and with so few remaining, it appeared that several had already been used. In her hands was a long bow. This girl may not have looked like a threat, but it could be easily assumed that she knew how to use that bow. She smelled like a small canine of some kind.

"I wonder what this new camp will be like!" The brunette grinned in anticipation.

"Well, Abby, if it's anything like the last ones, we won't be staying there very long." The redhead replied.

"I hope we do, though. It'd be nice to have a permanent home for once. Traveling is fun, but I'd like to stay in a camp. Wouldn't you, Roxy?"

"Eh, traveling is fine. But then again, hanging out with you two is much more fun." Roxy grinned. Then she nudged the dark-haired girl with her elbow. "Right, Nadia?"

"Don't touch me, Red." She snarled. "It's your fault we're even in this mess. You got us in trouble at the last camp."

"Oh, yeah, like it's all my fault. You didn't exactly help us to not get kicked out by trashing the place. Seriously, Nadia, you need anger management." Roxy snickered.

"I wouldn't have gotten mad, if you hadn't--!"

"Okay, enough!" Abby hissed at them. "We're getting close to the camp now, and I don't want to set a record time of getting kicked out before we even get there. So try to behave this time, okay?" She asked nicely. The other two sighed and nodded slightly. "Good!" Abby smiled.

Shard sighed as he put down the suitcase and held his hand up as he was surrounded. When everyone was dismissed he nodded to Rayne. "Yes ma'am. I have the weapons that were requested to the Leader of this camp." He lowered his arms and picked up his suitcase again. "I hope you don't mind if I stay for a few nights to distribute them all." Shard asked sort of lazily. If not, he'd have to rush to get his payment again, and he wasn't usually the demanding type.

Rayne nodded. "That's fine. You're welcome to stay here as long as you need. I'll take you to a guest cabin. Amos will pay you once he's ready. You'll likely see him later tonight. In the meantime, I'll take care of anything you need."

Meanwhile, the werefalcon had gathered up a party of scouts to greet the other guests. His orders were to take them to general Rayne for questioning. As the group drew closer, they could hear voices. The trio were obviously having a conversation amongst themselves.

"If we're getting close, then we should have been found by now. I mean, seriously, it's like scouts sleep on the job when they should be guarding." Nadia scoffed.

Roxanne shot her a glare. "Scouts do not sleep on the job! At least I don't anyway!" She snarled. She then sighed. "But I guess these scouts just aren't that skilled." She then flipped her hair with an arrogant smirk. "This just proves that this camp needs an expert scout like me. I would have been fully aware of trespassers by now."

Abby sighed and shook her head gently. "Well, they'll find us--"

"Stop right there!" The werefalcon cried out as he and his group of scouts surrounded the trio.

"Pretty much now." Nadia finished her sentence.

"Well, it's about time." Roxanne huffed.

"You three are trespassing. I'm to take you to my general for questioning. So come with me." The falcon told them. He then turned to leave. The other scouts insisted that the ladies follow him. Abby shot them both a stern look before Nadia and Roxanne could say or do anything. Then the falcon began guiding them to camp, with the other scouts keeping a close eye on them.

Rayan almost immediately took a liking to the second, brunette girl. She turned in to human form, got out her bow, and yelled from her spot, "State your business! I would not like to harm any of you but will not hesitate to do so if you propose a threat to the camp. So, I ask again, what is your business?" Her arrow was aimed at the red-head.

The group paused and then turned to face Rayan. Nadia growled defensively, her hands balling into fists. Abby silently and gently placed her hand on her shoulder to keep her calm. They couldn't afford to cause trouble now. Roxanne just huffed and felt offended that the arrow was specifically aimed at her. She thought the girl was lucky that she didn't have her own bow ready to fire.

The werefalcon sighed. "It's okay, Rayan, I'll handle this. General Rayne sent me to get them. She wants to interrogate them back at camp. Just go about your business as usual." He told her. The other scouts were already issuing the ladies to head on to camp.

"Hmmm.... Ok. See ya later, Abby, Nadia, Roxy." Rayan stated as she leapt from her branch, rolled, and stalked back into the bushes. She almost immediately saw a trio of squirrels. She didn't know any werquirrels, so she shot theem.

"Why that little snoop!" Roxy growled. "Listening in on our conversation, learning our names, and how dare she call me by my nickname! When I see her again--"

"Let it go, Roxy." Abby interrupted, covering her mouth before they got into any trouble.

"Besides, she wouldn't be able to call you by your full name, genius, she doesn't know it. Neither one of us called you Roxanne." Nadia pointed out.

"Enough talking. Just keep moving. You'll have plenty to say to the general." The werefalcon told them. The scouts hurried them along, making threats to hurt them if they kept talking. Abby kept Nadia and Roxanne calm while reassuring the scouts that they would behave.

Before long, the group arrived at camp. The werefalcon could already see that general Rayne was busy. He wondered if he should interrupt her or not. "Wait here. Keep a close eye on those three." He said to the group.

Instead of bothering the general with this, he went past her and headed straight for the leader's cabin. He just hoped that Amos was in a good mood today. He knocked on the door rather loudly, as the leader was usually a heavy sleeper. "Amos, sir! We have a situation!" He called. There was no reply. "Amos! Sir! It's important!" He shouted louder. While the falcon seemingly went ignored by the leader, he had gotten the rest of the camp's attention.

Tangath had just come back from getting the biggest deer he had ever seen, almost 5 feet tall, and was heading back to the camp. When he got back there, however, he saw the three newcomers, and the werefalcon trying to get Amos's attention. Odd, thought Tangath, after a few knocks, Amos is usually up by now. Tangath dropped off the deer to the kitchen and started heading towards the leader's cabin.

"Thanks. I look forward to the business." He said as a one who was a traveling salesman should. He picked up his stuff and followed Rayne. Shard didn't have many misgivings about this camp. Actually he was kind of surprised that the General would come out to the border, but well, each clan has it's own style of running camps. He wondered what Amos would be like. All he knew was he was a werebear so he did have this image of a big muscular man with a deep manly voice issuing orders and sitting on his throne of power. Well, I have quite the imagination. Better go see if I'm right.

Rayne led Shard to his new guest cabin. "Here you are. I'd give you a tour, but I have other business to attend to. Just let me know if you need anything." She said quickly. Then she hurried off to where she heard commotion about the new arrivals. She already noticed that the werefalcon was trying to get Amos's attention. She wanted to hurry over to him before Amos got mad.

After a moment of banging on the door of the leader's cabin, it swung open wide. There stood the infamous leader himself, Amos. As expected, he was a tall and muscular sort. He towered over the werefalcon, almost as if a giant was addressing a dwarf. He had dark brown hair, and a long, bushy beard. Even his arms and chest were hairy. His left eye was dark brown, but his right eye had been sewn shut with a huge scar over it. He clearly lost it in a tough fight. Amos was shirtless as usual, showing off his old war wounds with pride. He wore a pair of denim shorts and brown leather boots.

"What is it?! What's with all the banging and yelling?!" He shouted at the falcon. As expected, he had a very deep and very loud voice.

The falcon gulped and took a step back, intimidated by his leader. "S--sir."He stammered. "N--new arrivals." He stated, pointing a shaky hand towards the three women.

Amos grumbled something under his breath and turned his gaze to the women. "Darn whelps. Always bothering me when I'm busy and whatnot." He huffed as he walked over to the newcomers. As he walked, general Rayne quickly met up with him and followed him to meet up with the women herself.

Tangath changed direction, towards the newcomers, as he saw Amos and the werefalcon start heading towards the newcomers also. "This is gonna be good." He muttered under his breath.

Shard blinked, watching the scene unfold for a few seconds. Well, I wasn't too far off then. He thought, watching them. Then he went inside. The guest cabin seemed comfortable enough. The air was stale though so he quickly put his stuff down and opened a few windows and got a few fans to start turning. After that, he sat on his bed and unloaded all his crap out. After he was done, Shard opened his suitcase and inspected the weapons to make sure they were all in pristine condition.

As Amos headed over to the women, Rayne stayed by his side. She stayed silent with her hands behind her back. She had a look of dignity about her as she followed her leader. Amos stopped in front of the redhead first.

"Who are you and what's your skill?" He asked plainly.

"My name's Roxanne. I'm a scout." She said with a smile.

"Hmph. Scout. I don't need more of those." Amos huffed. Then he moved past her and looked at Nadia. "And you?"

"Nadia. Hunter." She replied simply. Amos was quiet for a moment. He towered over her, but she didn't look the least bit intimidated. Instead, she stared him down. Amos smirked. Then he held up his right hand, facing his palm towards her. "Hit me." He told her.

"Seriously?" She asked, eyes wide. He nodded. Nadia then grinned. "Okay, suit yourself." She then hit the palm of his hand as hard as she could with her fist. Amos didn't budge, but his hand had been pushed back. He chuckled a bit.

"Now you I like." He said. Then he stood in front of Abby. "Now what about you?"

The brunette immediately grabbed his hand and started shaking it enthusiastically. "Oh, Abigail, sir, but everyone calls me Abby. I'm a healer. It's a pleasure to meet you! I hope we'll be invited to stay here, if that's okay with you, and--"

Amos growled quietly as he pulled his hand away. Abby frowned slightly and remained quiet. "Friendly types like you annoy me." He grumbled. Abby frowned further. "But... You are a healer. No leader in their right mind turns down a healer. You can stay." He gave a slight nod.

Abby then started to hug him. "Oh, thank--!"

"Just don't touch me!" Amos growled, backing away. He then cleared his throat and turned his back to the women. "Since you three came together, I'll assume you'll stay together. So you all can stay. For now. Get on my nerves and I may change my mind. But if you behave yourselves, then we should get along fine. Rayne, take care of 'em." He said. Then Amos headed off back towards his cabin.

"Yes, sir." Rayne replied. "Ladies, come with me please. I'll take you to a vacant cabin."

Tangath saw the entire confrontation. "Hmm," he said, thinking "This'll be fun."

Rayne led the three women to a large cabin that could easily house a whole family. "Is this okay with you ladies?" She asked.

"Oh, yes, that's fine." Abby smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, sure." Nadia replied.

"I don't have a problem with it." Roxanne said.

"Great. You three can stay here together then, since you don't mind."

"Whatever." Nadia muttered as she headed inside.

"I call the nicest bedroom!" Roxanne stated as she headed in.

Abby turned to Rayne and smiled, giving a slight nod. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Yeah, sure, you're welcome. I'll let you get settled." Rayne muttered. She then walked away without another word.

Tangath walked toward the cabin and knocked. "Hello?" He asked.

Shard blinked as he watched from the window the three newcomers, frowning as he realized they were right next door to his guest cabin considering the guest ones were the only vacant ones at the time. At least theirs were closer to the actual camp. He hoped they didn't make too much noise.

But, now that he was done inspecting everything, he decided to wash up and then take a little tour around this here camp.

The door to the cabin immediately opened. There stood Abby, smiling from ear to ear. "Oh, a visitor already? Hi! I'm Abby!" She greeted. At the sound of her voice, the other two walked up behind her.

"Oh, look, we're popular already." Roxanne said with an arrogant smile.

"Nadia scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I don't have time to socialize. Gotta unpack first." She muttered. Then she walked off before even introducing herself.

"Oh, right. I need to do that, too. See you later." Roxanne said as she gave a slight wave to Abby and Tangath. Then she walked off as well.

Abby sighed and watched them leave the room. "Guys, be civil! You can't just leave a guest hanging like that!" She called to them, but there was no reply.

Tangath looked at Abby "Don't worry," He says "I'm used to having people leave because I'm too boring. Anyway, where are you from?"

Abby turned to face him and smiled once more. "Oh, everywhere!" She answered. "Well, okay, technically not everywhere. I mean, we grew up in the same camp, but then we had to move. So we travel around to all kinds of camps, but those two are so difficult that we kinda get in trouble and sort of end up getting kicked out. But it's okay because we get to meet all kinds of new people along the way, and traveling is a lot of fun. But having a permanent home is nice, too. I hope this is a camp we can stay in." She then gasped. "Oh, sorry! I hope I'm not bothering you by talking too much. I have a habit of doing that sometimes. It usually annoys people. Then they tell me to shut up, but somehow I just keep rambling on, kinda like now. Heh, sorry. Again." She chuckled nervously.

Tangath chuckled too. Odd, he thought to himself I haven't smiled, nonetheless laughed, in ages. "It's okay," he says "I like listening to people's stories. It's fun to listen to their life."

Abby beamed, happy that she wasn't bothering him, and also happy that he found other people interesting. "Isn't it, though? I love talking to other people and learning more about them! Like their favorite color, music, what their role is, what their hobbies are, what their life has been like, if they've traveled anywhere, and-- Well, I won't bother you with all the questions I could think up. I mean, you get the idea, there's a lot to learn about a person. And I usually ask every question that pops into my head until they finally get sick of talking to me. I guess I get too nosy, but I'm just curious about other people! I find others to be very interesting!"

Again, Tangath laughed, happy this girl came to the camp. "Well, if you want to know.." He said teasingly "My favorite color is black, my favorite music , well, any music, I'm a warrior, hoping to be an assassin, and I like to see how fast I can run. I don't like talking about my past though." He said, the smile gone.

"Oh, really? That's all very interesting." She smiled. Abby's smiled faded slightly when he mentioned he didn't like talking about his past. "That's okay. I understand. Some things are just hard to talk about. My sister is like that, the one with the dark hair and leather outfit, she doesn't tell anyone about her history. She also hates it when I sometimes blurt things out. Actually, my best friend, the redhead, she can get pretty mad about that, too. They're both like so secretive compared to me. I just like ramble on forever until I've revealed everything, like my favorite color being blue, that I love pretty much any music, I'm a healer, I love helping people and cheering people up, and I also love to read and learn new things. Like I've learned how to work with tools and fix some simple things because my sister breaks stuff so easily. But, anyway, I'm rambling again..."

For the, what? Fourth time? Tangath laughed. "Well, you definitely cheered me up." He said with a smirk on his face. "Do you want me to show you around the camp later today?" He asked.

Abby grinned wide. "Oh, yeah, that'd be great! I'd love to get to see more of the camp and get to know the people here. Nadia and Roxanne, my sister and best friend, they should come along, too. Except they probably won't because they're too busy unpacking, actually I should do that, too, but I can take care of that later. I could ask Nadia and Roxanne if they want to come along, too, but Nadia isn't very social, and Roxanne can a little self-absorbed at times. They probably won't feel like exploring any until they've taken care of their stuff."

I nod. "Well, I was hoping it could just be you and me." I say, hoping Nadia and Roxanne wouldn't want to come with us. "You go put your stuff up, I cam wait."

With Shard clean and washed up, he headed out, looking for Rayne and ready for the 'tour'.

"Well, alright. Carrying this backpack around all the time can get tiresome. I'll ask Nadia and Roxy if they want to come, but I think I already know what they'll say. Just, uh, wait here. It'll only take a moment." Abby then hurried inside.

She immediately went to a vacant bedroom and put her bag on the bed. Then she went to find her sister and friend. Just as she suspected, they were unpacking in their new bedrooms.

"Nadia, do you want to--"

"Whatever it is, no. I'm unpacking first. Then we can hang out. Okay?"

"Alright." She replied. Then Abby went to ask her friend. "Roxy, do you--"

"Can't talk now, Abby, too many things to unpack. I have to find room for all my stuff. We'll hang out later."

"Okay, see ya." Abby replied. Then she walked back outside. "They didn't want to come. I knew they'd be too busy."


Rayne was over in front of her cabin, currently talking with Amos. They were talking rather quietly, and it was hard to tell what they were discussing.

Tangath smiled. "Well then," he said stepping out of her way, "on we go. Oh, I almost forgot, my name's Tangath."

Abby suddenly gasped. "Oh, I can't believe I forgot to say what my name was! Where are my manners? My name's Abigail, but everyone calls me Abby. It's nice to meet you." She smiled.