» Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:52 pm
She is the night, dark and terrible, swift of foot and anger, born of unholy temptations waged between fires and war. She has come to you, and in your desperate self-hatred you have welcomed her. She has taken you now in that ancient way, and you are consumed in her essence, and on this night she has kissed you with dark fangs and you feel the fire of the dread conversion coursing now through your veins like the call of many serpents slithering out of your heart toward the cold but passionate mouth that savaged you.
But in that moment, that horrible moment before the conversion has you, the other has come down to this crypt, a wounded dog, feral and insane, full of foamy salivations, its savage red eyes bathing the crypt in fire. And gutteral noises meet the hiss of fangs bared wide and your own voice, muffled though it is, cries out for her not to leave you. And though she is fast, she is far too eager, for though she seeks to protect her new prodigy on this night, she is too quick, missing the fell beast by a hairsbreadth, giving the werewolf a moment to close the distance between a world of pure vampirism and a new world, the world of perversion and the bent. The world of the twisted, the off, angled, and just plain wrong. The world of two poisons burning within, entangling, merging, devouring only to BE devoured; down ... down into the one thing, a new thing, a thing never before seen, a hybrid no world could prepare for. Not theirs under their sacred moon, not your lover's under their terrible Blood Curse, and certaintly not the flesh world in all of its pathetic taint and weakness. There is nothing that could prepare itself for you now.
You are become new. You are Wolvire, you are death remade, and there is nothing above or below that can stop you.
-------------------------------------------- by Skystorm77 ------------------------------------------------
Wolvire (A New Monster Class Defined by Skystorm77). The Vampire blood kills you within 24 hours, and for another 2 days you are just a vampire. But then you become a werewolf after two more days, and the first time you're only a werewolf except you can only drink blood, you can't eat any animal meat or anything. But on the Full Moon of the next cycle, when you transform, you really are not at all the same anymore. Now you develop huge bat wings capable of flight, the body of an 8'-tall muscle-enriched werewolf, with huge claws/talons, but even more terrible huge vampire fangs that protrude 7 inches down past your mouth and up like a Sabertooth Tiger's. You are 10 times stronger than a vampire, and you can't die like a werewolf. You are lightning fast. Silver weapons (if they can even hit you) only revert the wolf form, leaving the bat-vampire forms intact for that night. On the night of the Full Moon, your hunger is 10 times stronger, so you need to kill like 10-20 victims to quench your thirst. Your only true weakness, the one that can kill you if someone should think of it: Sunlight reflected from any silver object. It puts the double-wammy on you, hahaha...
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