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Deity City, a beautiful place filled with arts, romance and life. Humans live happily in there little city, getting along with there life's. But it is not human land, the city is on the coast, surrounded by miles of thick woods. This is Lycan territory.
The werewolf's mostly stay out of the city though, stick to the mountains and woods. Only going in to Deity City occasionally on nights of a full moon to hunt. Aside from this they keep well out of the way of humans and the humans do the same, keep from the woods. A sort of unwritten pact it has been just fine that way.
The Lycans here have there own laws, ones that say immortals can not live along side the mortals, even if they can appear as humans they do not. To them it is a totally different world, for any immortal to mix and socialize with the mortals, live among them as one, that is wrong. A disaster.
So they keep to them selfs as it should be and until now all has been OK between the lycans of the woods and the humans of Deity City.
Then they came.
A few months back, new residents came to Deity. A coven of vampires, driven away from there old home settled in Deity city, some, including there leader, making a home of the Theater. These vampires did just what the Lycans of the woods were so against, lived in the city with the humans, as humans.
Well the Lycans did not like it, not only were these other creatures of the night moving in on there territory but they were having a wonderful time in that city doing exactly what they pleased and breaking all the laws that the Lycans believed in so much. Getting the two separate worlds of immortals and mortals mixed up.
Something has to be done. The lycans want rid of the vampire pest but the vampires like Deity City, they don't want to leave. The humans are still just getting along with there life's for now unaware of most of what is going on.
Coyote brings fire « Result #1 on Mar 7, 2009, 2:24am »
Long ago, the Fire Beings were the only people who had fire.
They guarded it closely and wouldn't share it with other tribes or animals.
This didn't matter so much in spring and summer, but in winter many young children and old people died from the icy cold.
Just before the next winter, some of the animals called a meeting. "We can't let our children and grandparents die from the cold this year," said Squirrel. "We have to get fire from the Fire Beings to keep warm."
"How can we do that?" asked Chipmunk. "The Fire Beings won't share it with us".
"Let's ask Coyote for help" said Frog. "He's crafty and cunning, and he'll know how to get fire".
Coyote listened and thought about the problem. Then he smiled a cunning smile.
"There is a way to get fire from the selfish Fire Beings" he said.
"How? How can we do that?" asked Chipmunk.
"We'll take it!" answered Coyote slyly. "I have a plan. Follow me!"
Coyote lead the animals to the Fire Beings' camp on top of the mountain. The others hid in the bushes while Coyote walked into the camp.
"Who's there?" screeched one of the Beings. "Someone's trying to steal our fire".
"It's all right," hissed another. "It's only an old moth eaten coyote". "Huummph! Moth eaten indeed," thought Coyote, but he didn't say anything. He lay down by the fire and pretended to go to sleep, keeping one eye half open.
Three Fire Beings sat nearby. One was huge and ugly - with a small bald head and big rolls of fat around his stomach. Snot dripped in long slimy strands from his nose. The other two were old hags, with eyes like red stones and clawed hands like a vulture.
After a few minutes, a banging noise started in the bushes. It was Coyote's friends.
"What's that horrible noise?" cried the fat ugly Fire Being. "Who's there?" The three of them went to investigate.
Seeing his chance, Coyote snatched up a glowing piece of fire and ran off down the mountain as fast as he could. Realising they had been tricked, the two hags screamed and chased after him. The big fat bald Fire Being just stood there, with more snot dripping from his nose.
The hags were old, but they could run like the wind. They nearly caught Coyote. One of them stretched out her claws and touched the tip of his tail. The heat turned the hairs white.
Coyote threw the fire into the air towards Squirrel. She caught it in her tail and scampered off over stumps and boulders. The fire scorched her so badly, that her tail curled u
p over her back. She was almost caught, until Chipmunk bounded up beside her.
"Me! Me! Throw it to me!" Catching the fire, Chipmunk turned to run. One of the hags clawed her back leaving three stripes down it. Chipmunk threw the fire to Frog, but one of the Beings grabbed his tail.
"Let me go!" yelled Frog. He squirmed and struggled so much that his eyeballs bulged and he thought his heart would burst.
With one last mighty leap he tore himself free, leaving his beautiful long tail behind, still wriggling in the hag's claw.
Frog threw the fire to Wood and Wood swallowed it. The Fire Beings hit Wood and kicked him and cut him with their knives, but still Wood didn't spit out the fire.
At last the hags gave up and went home, mumbling to themselves: "Oh dear, I think I broke a nail". "Never mind. We'll have frog's tail soup tonight." "Mmm! That sounds nice".
Coyote called all the animals together to teach them how to get the fire from Wood.
"Fire is a gift for everyone. If you rub two dry sticks of Wood together very fast Wood will get itchy and give you some fire. From now on you will be warm in winter".
"I told you Coyote was cunning" said Frog.
"Yes, but I wonder what frog's tail soup tastes like?" asked Squirrel.
And that is why today, Coyote's tail has a white tip, squirrel's tail curls around over her back, chipmunk's coat has white stripes and frog has no tail.
Sukhu and Dukhu « Result #2 on Feb 26, 2009, 5:22am »
A man had two wives and had a daughter by each of them. Dukhu was the daughter of the elder wife and Sukhu was the daughter of the younger. The man loved his younger wife and her daughter
Sukhu more than the older wife and her daughter Dukhu. The daughters' natures were just like their mothers'. Sukhu was as lazy and ill-tempered as Dukhu was active and lovable. Furthermore, Sukhu and her mother hated the other two and treated them badly anytime they had the chance.
The man took ill, and died in spite of every kind of treatment. The younger wife inherited all his property, and she drove Dukhu and her mother out of the house.
Dukhu and her mother found an empty hut outside town and occupied it. They made a living by spinning thread. One day when Dukhu was spinning outside her hut, the wind blew hard and carried away her wad of cotton. She ran after it but couldn't catch up with it. When she began to cry in desperation, she heard a voice in the wind, "Don't cry, Dukhu, come with me. I'll give you all the cotton you want."
So she followed the wind. On the way, she met a cow, which spoke to her: "Not so fast, Dukhu. My shed is covered with dung. Wash it clean for me, and I'll help you later."
Dukhu drew water from the well and got herself a broom and washed the cowshed clean as clean could be. The wind was waiting for her to finish. As soon as she finished, she went with the wind again. They came to a plantain tree, which stopped her and said, "Where are you going, Dukhu? Can't you stop a minute and pull down all these creepers from my body so that I can stand up straight? It's hard to stand bent down like this all day and all night. Please."
"I'll be glad to do that," said Dukhu, and she tore down all the creepers that were smothering the tree.
The tree said, "You're a good girl. I'll help you some other time."
"I didn't do anything special, really," said Dukhu and hurried on, for the wind was waiting for her.
Next she met a horse and it said, "Where are you going, Dukhu? This saddle and bridle cut into me. I can't bend down to eat the grass. Will you please take them off for me?"
Dukhu took off the saddle and bridle. The horse was grateful and promised her a gift.
The wind said, as they moved on, "Do you see that palace there? That's where the Mother of the Moon lives. She can give you as much cotton as you want." With that, he left her there.
Dukhu walked towards the palace. It seemed deserted. She felt afraid and lonely. She stood there in front of it for a while and then decided to go in. Timidly, step by step, she walked through the rooms. Not a mouse stirring, not a living soul anywhere. Suddenly she heard a noise behind a closed door. She went up to it and knocked softly. A voice said, "Come in."
Dukhu pushed the door open and saw an old lady working at a wheel. She was luminous as if the moon was specially shining on her.
Dukhu bowed to her, touched her feet and said, "Granny, the wind blew away all my cotton. If I don't spin, my mother and I will starve. Will you give me some cotton?"
"I'll give you something better than cotton," said the old Mother of the Moon, "if you are deserving. Do you see that pond out there? Go to that pond and dip in it twice. Only twice, not three times, remember."
So Dukhu walked out of the palace and went to the pond and took a dip. When she rose out of the water, she had been changed into someone very beautiful. When she took a second dip, she was covered with silks, pearls, and gems. Her sari was muslin, and she had gold necklaces so heavy that they weighed her down. She couldn't believe what was happening to her.
When she ran back to the palace, the old woman said, "Child, I know you are hungry. Go to the next room. I've food there for you."
The next room had food of every kind, the best rice, the finest curries, sweets beyond her dreams. After eating her fill, she went back to the old woman, who said, "I want to give you something more," and showed her three caskets, each bigger than the next. "Choose one," she said. Dukhu chose the smallest one and said good-bye to the old woman and left the palace.
As she retraced her steps, she met the horse, the plantain tree, and the cow. Each wanted to give her a gift to take home with her. The horse gave her a young colt of the finest breed; the tree gave her a bunch of plantains yellow as gold and a pot full of old gold coins; and the cow gave her a tawny calf whose udders would never be dry.
Dukhu thanked them all for their wonderful gifts, seated herself on the colt with the pot of gold and the plantains, and found her way home, with the calf walking close behind her.
Her mother, meanwhile, had made herself sick with anxiety, not knowing where Dukhu had gone and when she would come back. She was beside herself with joy when she heard Dukhu's voice call out, "Mother, where are you? Look what I've got!"
When the mother had recovered from her shock of joy, she couldn't believe her eyes. The muslins, the jewels, the gold coins, the plantains, the horse, and the calf---she looked at every one of them over and over. She was speechless.
After a while she found her voice and asked her daughter how she came by all these fabulous things. Dukhu told her the whole story about the wind, the cow, the tree, the horse, and the old Mother of the Moon, and ended by saying, "That's not all. Here's something else she has given me: this casket!"
She then showed her mother the casket. They thought it would be full of more jewels, pearls, gold, and silver. But when they slowly opened it, out of it stepped a most handsome young man dressed like a prince.
"I've been sent here to marry you," he said to Dukhu, without wasting an extra word.
Soon a date was fixed, kith and kin were invited, and a great gala wedding was celebrated. The only people who did not come to the wedding were Sukhu and her mother.
Now, Dukhu's mother was a good woman. Though she had suddenly come into wealth and status, it hadn't gone to her head. She still wanted to be friends with Sukhu and her mother. So she offered Sukhu some ornaments, as they now had heaps of them. But Sukhu's mother was offended. She put her fist to her cheek and hissed, "Why should Sukhu take your leftovers? She's not going begging for jewels! If God had wanted to give my daughter jewels, he would have kept her father alive. My Sukhu is lovely as she is. She needs no ornaments. Only girls who are ugly as owls need fine saris and necklaces to make them look good."
But she didn't forget to make discreet inquiries to find out how Dukhu had come by her great good fortune. Once she learned where Dukhu had gone and how she found the Mother of the Moon, she said to herself, "I'll show her! She is trying to rub her good luck in my face. I'll make my Sukhu a hundred times richer."
Then she brought Sukhu a spinning-wheel and made her spin in the outer yard where the wind was blowing. "Listen to me carefully, Sukhu, my dear," she said. "The wind will blow away your wad of cotton. Then don't forget to howl and wail till the wind asks you to follow it. Be courteous to anyone you meet on the way. Go wherever the wind takes you till you meet the Mother of the Moon."
One of the requirements of every commencement speaker is that they offer some advice. Well, get ready, It here it comes.
Soon you will be leaving wow power leveling the company of those who think they have all the answers-your professors, instructors and counselors-and going out into what we like to call the real world. In time you will meet up with other people who think they have all the answers.wow gold These people are called bosses. My advice is: humor them.
A little later you will meet additional people who think they have all the answers. These are called spouses.wow gold My advice is: humor them, too.
And if all goes well, in a few years you will meet still another group of people who think they have all the answers. These are called children. Humor them.
Life will go on,wow power leveling your children will grow up, go to school, and someday they could be taking part in a commencement ceremony just like this one. And who knows, the speaker responsible for handing out good advice might be you. Halfway through your speech, the graduate sitting next to your daughter will lean over and ask,wow gold "Who is that woman up there who thinks she has all the answers?"
Well, thanks to the sound advice you are hearing today and that I hope you will all pass on, she will be able to say,wow power leveling "That is my mother. Humor her."
Having a ready-formed plan « Result #4 on Feb 14, 2009, 9:54am »
there was once an artist whose name was Wen Tong. He was famous for his bamboo drawings.wow power leveling, A lot of people asked him for one of his bamboo drawings.
People wondered why Wen Tong could draw so well. Actually, Wen Tong loved bamboo so much he had grown various bamboo around his house. No matter what season it was and no matter whether it was sunny or rainy,wow power leveling, he used to go to the bamboo forest to observe how they were growing.
He carefully observed the length and breadth of the bamboo poles as well as the shapes and colors of the leaves. Whenever he found something new, he went back to his study and drew what was in his mind on paper. wow power leveling,After a long time, the images of the bamboo in different seasons, under different weather conditions and at different moments were deeply imprinted in his mind. Whenever he stood before the paper and picked up a painting brush,wow gold, various forms of bamboo came into his mind at once. So, every time he was drawing bamboo he appeared confident and at ease. All the bamboo he drew looked like real.
When people spoke highly of his paintings,wow gold,he always said modestly that he had just put the images of the bamboo imprinted in his mind in the paper.
the phrase "having the images of bamboo ready in one's bosom" means having plans or designs ready in one's mind before doing a certain job so that its success is guaranteed. wow gold,It also means being calm and sober-minded in dealing with things.
death of me - A Twilight RPG « Result #5 on Feb 9, 2009, 8:12pm »
M A I N P L O T *
Forks, Washington has always been a place where things have been simple. Recently, with the influx of vampires, people have failed to notice those that have gone missing. The werewolves can't hurt the Cullen clan. They've not broken their contract, they've not hurt a soul. But it's open season on vampires. With everyone in a whirlwind of vampiric chaos and death tolls in Forks rising, the Volturi still haven't shown their faces to stop the madness.
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Following a trio in Italy, the Volturi are winded and tired. Their bodies go forever, but their minds, caused by blackness in their tracking and the inability to see the ones being tracked, are growing weary, ready to return home. That is when a sense comes. the smell of a creature closer. He's bleeding, wounded. He's what they're hunting. The fourth to the group, making it a trio that's on the loose, rather than four. His words lead them all to Forks, where the Volturi come armed, ready to kill.
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They carry no scent. They are close. Two males, a single female, each varying in size, each meek and unwilling to become part of a group. What are they? What could be dangerous enough to distract the Volturi when they were clearly challenged by such scary numbers that have climbed in Forks?
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This RPG is set during the time of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight novel. But it's in your hands now if you, the player, will simply play out her series plot or deviate from it. Only you can tell ... or can you?
S U B P L O T
The Volturi have their eyes on the main prize that exists in the Cullen family; namely, Edward Cullen. With Edward's unique ability for mind reading, the Volturi have their sights set on him. They percieve him to be one of the weakest links in the Cullen family and are looking to exploit any weaknesses he may possess.
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Knowing that Edward has not yet taken a vampire mate, the Volturi send one of their own ranks, a woman capable of blocking any mental abilities another supernatural being can use against her. This makes her the perfect tool against Edward and his family. This woman has had expert amounts of training in her ability, and years to practice with it. She has set justice to many of her kin at the orders of the Volturi and followed them faithfully. Not only is she a defense mechanism, but she is a lethal killing machine. Her goal is to try to take Edward under her wing and convert him to her cause through whatever means possible. The Volturi have made it clear to her that they could care less whether she seduces him or not, and how many casualties will rest in her hands in the process.
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With this woman loose in Washington, seeking out Edward specifically, Edward's relationship with Bella could become very complicated, very fast.
A Twilight RPG Rated R (US), 18+ (UK) All Levels Welcome Brand New || Canons Needed
Darkness Returns « Result #6 on Jul 16, 2007, 5:13am »
Year to date is 2007. Humans rule the world. The way of darkness is becoming unearthed. Tired of hiding in the shadows they start to show their true selves.
The lycans not wishing to hide upon the full moon. The vampires thirsting for the hunt.
Some humans become hunters to destroy those that wish to destroy us.
The vampire coven has split into two groups. One group who thirsts for human blood. Another who wishes to live in harmony with the day walkers and have connections with local blood banks and butchers.
Kris sighed and shook his head. "You've had way too many martoonis. I should have stopped you when you were on your third one, but no, i decided to let you have... what was it, six, seven, something like that?" He scooped her up into his arms like a child. He left enough money to pay for all her drinks. When they were out of hearing range of anyone he whispered to her, "You know, for a vampire, you sure do get a lot of drinks. That stuff should taste like mud to you after a while, but I guess your different than most of us."
Kris put her on his black motorcycle, one of her legs on each side. Then he got on in front of her. As he started it up he said to her, "Now do us both a favor, and hold onto me tight. And also give me directions to this house of yours."
Appearance: very pale skin, can see his veins, skin is translucent and seems to shimmer or shine, muscled, but not huge, very handsome
Attire: normally wears blue jeans, a white t shirt and a black leather jacket, all of which make him irresistable
Powers: a little telepathic, strong and fast, like most vampires, but he's stronger than most
Personality: very charming, easy to fall for, funny, charismatic, clever, and seductive
Sexual preference: Straight
Romantic interests: Jen, but she doesn't return his feelings right now
Occupation: rich from being alive for so long, so doesn't have one
Likes: plays the piano, loves women, drinking alcohol, clubhopping, dancing etc, and being the hero
Dislikes: religion, loose women, and being in the center of attention
Pets: a cobra
History: made 300 years ago, remembers all of his human life. wa made by a woman named Caroline, who was killed soon after. met a woman named Jenna in Europe and discovered she was a vampire like him
Jenna leaned back, and into him. "Hmmm, I missed you." She was intoxicated and she knew it. But she didn't care. She'd always loved Kristopher, that was never the problem. The thing was, that he was wild and uncontrollable. She was more often calm, cool, collected, and always in control, but when he was around, her wild side came out more often.
She whipped around and pulled his face down roughly to her face and kissed him hard. She giggled, "You shouldn't have done that." Then, she sniffed at the air, "Kris, the sun's rising in a few hours. I own what used to be an abandoned mansion. No one knows i've rennovated it. We should go there before we get burned to a crisp," she said so low and fast that humans wouldn't be able to hear. She tried to stand, but collapsed onto the ground. She laughed at herself, "Spose had toe much ta drahnk." She slurred as she pulled herself back up onto the stool. "Help me," she whispered.
Kris sat watching in the dark corner of the room. Dear God, he hadn't seen her drink like this in years! She only drank this much when she was upset or worried. He chuckled and silenlty stood up and glided over to her. Then he slid his arms around Jenna's leather-clad waist, "Mon cher," he murmured, "That's more than enough to drink." He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. He was also wearing a leather jacket, but not for warmth, just to look cool, especially on his hot, black motorcycle. He waited patiently for Jenna to realize who he was.
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