make you wanna S C R E A M

[BRIAN BARTHOLOMEW GORE.]

B R I A N
You know I make you wanna SCREAM

The full moon was fading in the black night, the tinge of dawn approaching the horizon. The bright circle of the moon slid into hiding once more, and the large black figure in the woods twitched. Slabs of muscle rippled under thick black fur, scarred skin stretching taut with each motion. Vicious glistening fangs dripped blood to the ground, and a shudder rippled up his frame as he paused, large padded feet hitting the ground as his massive body towered, swaying. The moon disappeared further, and the great beast's golden eyes closed before he collapsed to his knees, the impact of his several hundred pounds hitting the ground easily audible. He snarled to himself, his ears twisting backwards as his entire body began to mutate towards the form he no longer really liked.

His bones snapped and crunched, rearranging themselves as his fur fell off in waves, the muscles reverting back to something more human. His jaws snapped and shrank, fangs disappearing into blunt human teeth while his eyes went from golden to mocha, shrinking to fit his changing skull. His ears moved down his head, back to a normal position, and he shook himself as he braced on his hands, the claws disappearing into normal nails. He loathed the transformation that brought him back to human form. A growl pushed past his lips, sounding much like the gargantuan creature he just was, and he stood up, his scarred skin stretching over his naked, muscled, and tan frame. Wild black hair hung past his jaw, mocha brown eyes flickering and his nose flaring, his senses easily enhanced. A small patch of beard clung to his chin, and he scoffed softly, looking around. No one was around for the moment. At least, no one that he could smell or see...or hear for that matter.

His lips twitched and he licked them, walking forwards. Being naked was something he was used to. After all, he preferred his animalistic half more than his own human self. He hadn't been in real contact with human society for the longest time, even though he knew English and German fluently. The German was merely because he grew up in Germany. However, he hadn't been in Germany in over one hundred years. It was hard to think, but Brian, the muscular and scarred male, was one hundred and sixty years old. His eyes flickered over the lands, and he snorted, walking onwards.

He had no true home, nor did he care. What clothes that he did have, were stolen from merchants and unsuspecting people. Not that he wore clothes all the time anyway. It made him feel too human, and that was something that displeased him. His head shook as the dawn air chilled his skin, the bumps rising along it as his teeth nearly chattered, but he bit down and prevented them from doing so. He would be in his 'home' soon enough. Just some cottage in the woods that he'd taken up residence in due to the fact that the humans that owned it weren't around. Nor were they alive for that matter. He'd taken care of that.

Words;; 530
Character mood;; wary
Muse;; Good
Lyrics;; Scream - Avenged Sevenfold
Listening to;; mp3 player
Tagged;; open
Notes;; eh. it's a so so post. working on getting into his character.

[ELIZABETH KAY TILLSBURY.]

Taking off through the trees, the beast grunted loudly, chasing down its prey. The deer stood no chance against the creature, it's teeth and claws sharp enough to cut through metal. Nothing could stop the beast, except sunrise.

Elizabeth still wasn't used to the aching pain that occurred every once a month. The transformation to and from her werewolf form was the worst pain the girl had ever felt. She could feel all her muscles and bones rearranging to fit back into their natural form, leaving her panting for breath.

It was only her second transformation. After sneaking out of her house in the dead of night two months ago, the seventeen year old had taken it upon herself to learn all she could about the horrible curse that had been placed upon her. She hadn't learned much since she didn't know any other werewolves, although she had learned on her own that her senses were greatly enhanced.

Self-consciously covering her naked body she wandered back to where she had hid her clothes. Exhausted, Effy dressed, tossing a few of the layers away, much too tired to actually put all of it on.

And that's when she smelled it. It stunk of human, but there was something different. Something off. Following the scent, she found herself staring at a cottage. And an extremely naked man.

Gasping, Effy quickly turned, blushing brightly. Having never seen a naked man before, she didn't know what to do. She couldn't just go up to him, that would be rude, but he was definitely where the scent was coming from.

Keeping her eyes focused on the ground the young girl made her way to the cottage. Taking a quick peek up, she called out to the man.

"Excuse me, Sir! I was wondering if you had any food to spare." She didn't need food having eaten her fill of whatever animals she found last night. But it was a much better introduction then 'Hello you smell funny, why?'

[BRIAN BARTHOLOMEW GORE.]

B R I A N
You know I make you wanna SCREAM

His nostrils flared, mocha eyes wild, the beast inside writhing as he scented someone else on the air. Normally, he would have ignored it, except this time, it was a female. Oh, he knew it was a female. And it was a werewolf. He felt the animalistic snarl building up in his chest at the mere thought of a female werewolf. A bitch. That was the last thing he ever wanted to encounter. It wasn't that he completely hated females, no. He just hated female werewolves. The reason to that was locked in his past. A young man from two of the wealthiest people in Germany, ready to wed a stunning female as an arranged marriage. One hundred and sixty years ago. It all changed when his bride-to-be bit him. And it all went to hell from there. His first transformation had occurred in the same vicinity of his parents. The only things they found from them were various pieces of their bodies. Brian had fled the country and made his way to England slowly. But, it was obvious why he hated most females, if you knew him. Alas, no one really knew him, except for the black towering beast he was, and even then, they were killed before they could even utter a scream.

His scarred arms bulged somewhat as the scent grew stronger, and he stopped walking. Did he care if she saw him naked? No. Why would he? His body shifted it's weight as his muscles stiffened in his arms and legs, preparing him to launch out and attack the girl. Six foot one of pure scarred, tan, muscled near perfection. His head shifted slightly, catching her sounds as she walked closer, and he didn't move, instead, he grit his teeth tightly together. It wasn't the same one that turned him, but regardless, she was a werewolf, and female, and that just had bad news spilled all over it for her, sadly. He was more animal than man, though he was perfectly aware of how to act human. "Excuse me, Sir! I was wondering if you had any food to spare." His eyes snapped over to her as she spoke, and his hands balled up before unclenching, his lips twitching in a snarling type of noise. "You are a werewolf, you should have been able to catch some on your own last night," he uttered in rumbling tones. His muscles stiffened, threatening to unleash on the poor girl, his posture defensive. He didn't care that she was young, if she didn't utter an acceptable reason for him not to chase her off or attack her, he would.

Words;; 448
Character mood;; kinda ticked
Muse;; Good
Lyrics;; Scream - Avenged Sevenfold
Listening to;; mp3 player
Tagged;; elizabeth
Notes;; don't take him personally, he just reaaaaaally doesn't like females...

[ELIZABETH KAY TILLSBURY.]

Why didn't he excuse himself to get changed? Any other person would have scolded her for approaching while they were in such a compromising position or have felt rather ashamed and rushed inside to change. This man did neither. Instead he stood there, seemingly unfazed by the whole situation.
Noting how much larger he was than her, Elizabeth kept her distance. Even if she was a werewolf she had not learned to control much of her talents and if he attacked she would probably be horribly injured.

Eyes still focused at the ground, she quickly looked up. He knew she was a werewolf. He knew it! But how? Forgetting about her safety or the fact that he was still in his birthday suit, Effy stepped closer, eyeing him.

"How did you know that? Why do you smell like that? You smell... well you smell horrible, but besides that... what are you?" She questioned, her eyes narrowing. He smelled distinct. Familiar. Something she couldn't put her finger on until she stepped closer.

The scent. The smell. It smelled like her. The way she smelled just after her first full moon. It was almost too easy and yet the girl had overlooked it completely.

Taking one step closer, Elizabeth smiled up at the man.

"You're a werewolf too? I haven't met anyone else like me. I've been roaming these woods for two months and I haven't seen anyone else. Do you live with other werewolves?" Effy asked, getting much too excited.

Being alone for two months had made her crave human contact. She was not the loner type. Interaction with other people was a main part of her life and to go without so much as a hello for so long was making her antsy.

[BRIAN BARTHOLOMEW GORE.]

B R I A N
You know I make you wanna SCREAM

The ripple of motion ran all along Brian's frame as he watched the young female, his fingers clenching tightly again. "How did you know that? Why do you smell like that? You smell... well you smell horrible, but besides that... what are you?" Again, the tension rolled through his frame as she stepped closer, his throat letting out a guttural snarl far too alike his other form, and his scarred skin stretched taut as his feet shifted, splaying slightly. He wasn't one that liked contact, and the closer she got, the more tensed his muscles became, and the more his fingers itched to grab her throat. It wasn't her words that offended him, merely her presence, and his own was becoming more terrifying by the second. He didn't want to deal with her, nor anyone else for that matter. "You're a werewolf too? I haven't met anyone else like me. I've been roaming these woods for two months and I haven't seen anyone else. Do you live with other werewolves?" His teeth bared in an animalistic gesture towards her, his anger pouring over, causing his German accent to lay on his words as he spoke.

"I do NOT. Verevolves. I may like my other half, but I refuse to be near other volves. I normally fight them and kill them," he hissed out dangerously. His accent caused most of his Vs to turn to Ws, and most of his Ws to turn to Vs. If she knew what Germans sounded like, he most definitely was sounding like one at the moment. "I suggest you leave, voman. Before I tear your throat out," he snarled. His hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and though he was unclothed, he was still dangerous looking, standing with a wickedly evil glare in his eyes. Werewolves had ruined his life from the beginning, so it was no wonder he was so hostile. Being in contact with another werewolf simply triggered the urge to fight, because he'd been fighting others for so long to stay alive. It was why he was so scarred. He was lucky that there were hardly any on his face, but his body was littered with them.

Words;; 368
Character mood;; dangerous
Muse;; Good
Lyrics;; Scream - Avenged Sevenfold
Listening to;; nothing
Tagged;; elizabeth
Notes;; he's not a happy camper >.o

[ELIZABETH KAY TILLSBURY.]

Having never once left the country, the man's thick accent was completely new and foreign to her. If the situation had been any different, meaning he wasn't threatening to rip out her throat, Elizabeth might have inquired where he had obtained such a fancy accent.

But sadly this was not one of those moments. It was a moment that most people would run, flee, hide, and cower. He was not a man to be messed with, that much was for certain.

But what was also for certain was that Effy didn't have much else. Being alone and afraid had made her down right crazy and now, this man was all she had to cling to when it came civilization.

If he wanted a fight, she would give him one.

Looking up at the man defiantly the seventeen year old tried to stand up straighter. He was still much taller than her and much more intimidating, but she needed this.

"I have been through more in the past two months than I have in my entire life. I lost everything. Do you think that a little threat to rip out my throat is going to scare me? It would probably hurt a lot less than changing into that... thing." Tears welled up in her dark brown eyes as she spit out the word 'thing' like it was poison.

Elizabeth was careful to take a step back at this moment. She may have been crazy, but she was not dumb. The closer she was to the forest, the easier it would be to escape if the man attacked. Having no idea if she could possibly out run him, she simply decided that the best way to survive was to stick to the tight squeezes. Places the man would not fit.

"You don't always have to be an animal you know." The peasant girl mumbled under breath, her muscles ready to sprint at the slightest movement.

[BRIAN BARTHOLOMEW GORE.]

B R I A N
You know I make you wanna SCREAM

The large scarred male twitched his lips as the younger female stood defiantly, a gleam in her eye. To him, it was a challenge, and one that he would take with teeth bared and claws out. Metaphorically of course, seeing as the full moon had already gone away, leaving him in his bare state at the moment. "I have been through more in the past two months than I have in my entire life. I lost everything. Do you think that a little threat to rip out my throat is going to scare me? It would probably hurt a lot less than changing into that... thing." A dark laugh rumbled out of his chest as he heard her, and it soon turned into a snarl that poured from his lips like liquid sin. "Oh, but I can make it hurt so much vorse than the change you have to submit to every full moon," he uttered, his words bubbling and seething out.

She'd gone too far in his mind, but, he'd never had tolerance for much contact anyway. If he was more civilized, this wouldn't be going as bad as it was. His muscles rolled under his skin as she stepped back, which kept him from lunging and trying to kill her. "Two months. Two months is NOTHING," he spat out, straightening to his full height. "Vhen you live for one hundred and sixty years as I have, then...THEN you can complain," he snarled out. No, it wasn't a pity party he was trying to create, just a blunt truth.

His muscles remained tense, but he slipped out of the attack posture, his arms resting at his sides as his mocha eyes focused on her, near black from the pupil widening to consume them. "You don't always have to be an animal you know." His attuned ears caught her words, and he let out a laugh...a loud, sharp sound that was far from funny. "Oh, but I do..." he uttered in a dark tone, his accent still thick upon his words, much like it always was when he was angry. "It keeps the ridiculous humans away, and saves me from being killed. It has alvays saved me. Only the strongest can survive in this vorld. You had better learn that fast, or you won't last long," he hissed out. His tones weren't loud as they had been. Instead, they'd slipped into a seething, dark whisper. One that screamed danger, even though he was nowhere near going to attack her. A warning, if you will.

Words;; 423
Character mood;; dangerous
Muse;; Good
Lyrics;; Scream - Avenged Sevenfold
Listening to;; nothing
Tagged;; elizabeth
Notes;; he's so...mean... but he was made to be like that. seriously, don't take him personally. he's just an ass like that.

[ELIZABETH KAY TILLSBURY.]

Body still tense with the anticipation, Elizabeth studied his every move, the slightest twitch sending her heart into another spasm of quick beats. The idea of getting into a fight horrified her. She had been brought up a proper girl, and fighting was not proper.

Especially if it involved a naked man.

But all thoughts of fighting dissolved when the man disclosed his age. A hundred and sixty? That couldn't be possible. Elizabeth hadn't thought that the bite would change how long she lived.

"You're a hundred and sixty years old? How old can we live." Voiced strained with emotion, she shook her head in disbelief. She didn't want to watch everyone she loved die on top of leaving them.

Elizabeth couldn't deal with this anymore. She needed a hug from her mother. Possibly a good strong drink as well. But seeing as she couldn't really do either she would just have to settle with a nice good cry.

"Right sorry. Didn't mean to bother. I'm going. It was... interesting meeting you. I won't come around again. Sorry." She mumbled absent-mindedly, the tears already welling up in her eyes. Waving a little, she turned slowly hoping she could find her way back to the little area she had cleared for herself in the forest.