Is it too late to join?  I really want to do an rpg, and i havent been on for a while so i dont want to just jump in and ruin the whole game, because to be honest, im not a very good story teller.

Ok thanks!

Name: Tex Hoffman
Species: Regular Werewolf
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Usually wears plain white t-shirts with black leather jeans.  He is very muscular and has a short brown buzzcut.  He has brown eyes and a goatee.  He is somewhat unpleasant to be around because of the intimidation of his looks.  He is a very serious man and doesn't like to fool around.  He is very straight foreward and somewhat thuggish.
Weapons:Carries a gattling gun on his back, a knife in his right boot, and a Glock.

"You mind explaining to me exactly why you place our coven at risk by openly attacking werewolves?! Why even bother with a neanderthal like valiant?" Ashryn asked furiously as he entered the practice room where Joo-Eun and Striker stood.

He was normally calm, driven by discipline born of 200 years of experience.
Ashryn allowed his anger to show quite plainly, knowing brutality tended to be the one way to acquire the attention of young vampires. He hated thinking that way, that was the problem with vampires like Valiant. Ashryn was loathe to admit that although loyal to D, he felt the old vampire had grown far too complacent with his position to truly address the issues plaguing the coven. The werewolves were admittedly a major part of that problem, but Ashryn felt that open warfare against them was an invitation to extinction.

Something had to be done...

Ashryn looked into Joo-Eun's eyes, allowing some of his anger to dissipate.
"See that your actions reflect those loyalties then, child. These are dangerous times, even for our kin. It would not do to make more enemies then we can handle."

With that, he turned and left the room, seeking out Audrey, who would by now, be feeling the urge to feed soon.

Fort lifted his sore body off of Daphne and lied down next to her in his bed. They were both huffing and puffing after the recent....activity. Luckily Fort had remembered to take his clothes off BEFORE this time, so they weren't ripped to shreds. The condition of his room, however was looking like Daphne's did last night.

Fort looked down at his chest, he thought it hurt a little for some reason. There were several scratches here and there, as well as 4 parallel ones running down his cheek. He wiped the blood off and smiled as he turned to see Daphne smiling back at him.

"You're bleeding." Daphne said laughing softly as she regained her breath.

"So are you." Fort said and pointed to a bite mark above her left breast that was beginning to heal. She pulled the sheets up to cover herself and laughed again. Her smile made Fort's heart stop. He wanted to stay, but it was time...

Fort looked at the clock on the nightstand and nodded. He was almost here. He stood and redressed and rearmed.

"Um...Where do you think you're going?" Daphne asked as she stretched

"Our guest is almost here. I gotta pick him up at the airport. Care to join me?" Fort said extending his arm. Daphne shook her head and rolled her eyes but took his hand and got out of bed. Fort watched her dress and he almost pounced on her. "Damn you Luna Eclipse." He thought to himself...

-

Fort and Daphne stood next to Daphne's Diablo facing the exit of the airport. Fort would sneak up and grab Daphne's butt every now and then. He would slap him repeatedly afterwards.

The Doc stode out of the exit drawing much attention. He was tall, had very black skin, long thick dredlocks with various charms hanging amognst them, an old red and blue robe also with charms and foul smelling trinkets, an a gnarley old staff with a rattler at the top. He didnt have to look for Fort. He knew where he was and walked right up to him, his staff rattling the whole way. Daphne rolled her eyes when she realized that Fort had called a witchdoctor, they were somewhat notorious.

"Wookiemon." The Doc said and extended his hand.

"Doc." Fort said and took the skinny, bony hand and shook it. It was like shaking the hand of a skeleton.

"Payment is in order?"

"Yes it is."

Daphne looked at him and noticed something strange, other than th eobvious of course.

"No bags?" She asked.

The Doc looked at the attractive Daphne, then at Fort, then at the moon. He realized it was the Luna Eclipse and smiled at Fort. The wookiemon had gotten a mate.

"I trabel light wolfie." The Doc said and patted a gallon sized red pouch hanging from his belt. Fort leaned into her ear.

"Its a Bag of Holding. It can fit nearly an infinite number of things and reduce size and weight to practically nothing. Its extremely rare and valuable. If you're around the Doc when he dies....pick it up." He said and looked back to the Doc.

"Shall we?" Fort said and waved his hand at the Diablo. The Doc looked past Fort and at the two seater car. Fort realized the problem and made an apologetic face at the Doc. The Doc rolled his eyes and reached into a small sac on his belt. He sprinkled some metallic looking dust on himself and muttered an insane incantation. Before Daphne and Fort's eyes the Doc shrank to the size of a 3 1/2 action figure. Fort had seen this before and knew the drill. He picked the doc up and put him on his shoulder.

"Ok," Fort said and rubbed his hand together "back to the conclave."

Daphne blinked, open mouthed at the Doc for several more moments before Fort grabbed her butt again. Then she proceeded to slap him again.

"Ash, come to my chambers."

"Yes, sir."

Ashryn knocked at the door, and entered as the twin doors opened and closed themselves.

"What is it, D?"

"How's our guest?"

"I have not checked on her. Should I go now?"

"We'll go together. Her bloodlust is increasing, so she'll probably need to feed tonight."

"I understand, sir. Where will we take her?"

"I have some ideas...."

The two left to go see their new inmate.

Audrey was growing frantic, her hunger was becoming all consuming. “So much for control,” she gasped as she started walking around the edge of the room touching the wall with her hand to try and calm herself.

At that moment the door opened and Audrey launched herself on the first to enter. She had Ashryn pinned to the ground and she opened her mouth to bite him. However he easily evaded her by rolling himself over and throwing her to the ground on her side.

“I must feed!” Audrey snarled as she saw a second vampire, one she could feel was much older. This had to be the coven leader.

-

Joo-Eun turned to Striker, “Now I am ready to spar.”

Striker grinned, “Excellent.” He tossed her a sabre, “Let’s make this fast and furious.”

Joo-Eun lifted a delicate brow, “Oh you won’t know what hit you.” She got into position and balanced the blade in her hand.

“You’ve got that the wrong way, I intend to cut you down to size. Oh wait, you already are small.” Striker sneered.

Joo-Eun loved trash talk, it always made fighting interesting. Striker immediately went on the attack as she’d expected. She deflected his blows easily but she knew he was only playing.

Joo-Eun pivoted and ducked. As she spun she nicked the knee of Striker’s pants with her sabre. “Thought you’d look better in rags, suits your status.”

Striker laughed, “I’m just going to fit in with fashion.” He lunged at her and managed to slice the edge of her shoulder.

“Is that the best you can do? I’ve had worse wounds hunting rats.” Joo-Eun taunted, “Oh wait you are a rat.”

“You really think so?” he flashed her his fangs, “You know rats like to bite.”

“So as you can see you’ve just clarified my assessment of you,” Joo-Eun smirked.

Nick loved the weight of the sword hanging in its scabbard on his back.  Yes, he was quite sure that he was old-fashioned, but he did like his swords.  They were more honourable in combat, he thought.  He stood beside Paul, and surveyed the area, muscles tensed like coiled springs.  As of late, he had learned that it would be best never to relax; that's always when the enemies seemed to pop up...

Paul saw Nick tense up as if prepared for someone to jump out and attack him.

"Woah.  Settle down Nick.  You are in your own conclave."

Nick laughed and relaxed.  But he immediately tensed up again.

"I smell Loxley.  And Nikoli.  And someone I don't recognize."

Paul sniffed.  "Hm.  I smell the new person too.  He's a were.  But it doesn't smell hostile.  But Loxley and Nikoli don't mix.  We should go and see."

"Mmm.  Well I feel like going wolf.  Shall we?"

"Let's.  First there buys lunch."

They both transformed taking care not to shred any clothes.  And they were off.  After much bumping and shoving and dodging they had arrived.  Nick transformed back rolling on the ground.

"I believe you owe me lunch ."

Paul plodded up to Nick still a wolf.  But sniffing the air he changed back. 

"They're this way."

They jogged up and saw Nikoli walking away from a fuming Loxley.

"I smell trouble brewing."

Paul was surprised when the other were got up.  He didn't expect that. 

"Hey Nick.  Our guest has gotten up."

"So he has.  Let's get him out of here before he is drawn into a confrontation."

Nick and Paul walked over to the other werewolf and promptly took him out of there before something bad happened.  He tried struggling but he was a little weak so he gave up.

"Let me go."

"Ah it speaks."

"I'm hungry."

Paul piped in.  "Well hello hungry how are you?"  He chuckled to himself.  The new werewolf looked him strangely.

"That wasn't even funny.  Now please I need something to eat."

Nick asked him, "Can you walk?"  The man took an experimental step.

"Yah but not for long."  Paul and Nick slipped his hands around their necks.

"To the mess hall!"

The young vampire lunged at D's throat, intending to feed on him. D stood with no look of fear on his face as Audrey suddenly stopped in mid-air. D's powers were at work.

"Not a good idea. Come with us, and you shall be able to feed. Any chances at our necks will be severe."

"I... understand."

"Good. Then catch yourself."

D let Audrey down, who then met with the floor. She got up, apologized to Ashryn, and followed the two.

D stopped by a room where he heard swordfighting. The two fighters suddenly froze.

"We're going out to let her feed... remember what I told you about werewolves."

"We got it, D."

"Good. Oh, and Striker, try raising your saber a pinch more."

The two resumed, and Striker followed as D said. Joo-Eun's blade would have cut off his head if he hadn't raised it that little bit.

Loxley returned to the conclave after his little spat with Nikoli. It was hardly a fight and Loxley was annoyed that the wolf on the ground had played dead. As he strode through the conclave a few of his pack mates sneered in his direction and pointed. Clearly the rumours about him being the Omega were running rampant.

Loxley heard a whistle and turned, it was Paul, “What do you want?”

“Crispin wants to talk to you,” Paul replied.

Loxley ground his teeth, “Fine.” He snarled as he headed to the Alpha’s quarters.

-

Anita stood in the conclave’s massive garage awaiting the return of her son. She smiled as she heard the throaty roar of Daphne’s Diablo. The sleek black car pulled up and Anita was surprised at what she saw.

Nathaniel emerged from the Diablo with a miniature man sitting on his shoulder. “Witch doctor,” Anita verbally corrected herself. She watched as the witchdoctor returned to normal size. He bowed when he saw Anita, “You ‘ave ingrained yourself with tis pack,” he said to Nathaniel.

Anita was surprised to see a faint blush on Nathaniel’s cheeks. Anita turned to look at Daphne, she didn’t appear happy. She seemed to be deep in her own thoughts. Nathaniel was so busy talking to the witchdoctor that he hadn’t seemed to have noticed.

Anita walked beside the younger she-wolf, “What troubles you?”

Daphne blinked and looked awkward, “How much does Nathaniel know about the Luna Eclipse?” she whispered.

Anita raised a brow as she understood what trouble the younger she-wolf. She placed an around Daphne shoulders, “Perhaps we should talk in private.”

Daphne gave a nod and left Nathaniel to talk with his strange guest.