My throat burned like I was inhaling smoke, drinking acid and drowning in cleaning fluids. My nostrils flared, and my eyes changed from their normal blue to a deep, bloody scarlet colour. The only reason I didn’t snap her neck and drink her blood that second was the fact of who she was. She was Sarah Sparks, my long-time girlfriend and twin sister to the boy who was crouched beside her, tears dripping down his face.

I didn’t know what made me madder; the fact that I wanted to drink her blood, or the fact that she was dead, because of me.

Jacob Sparks, Sarah’s brother, caught my eye and saw my tortured ex
pression. He tossed me a pair of car keys and whispered, “Get away from here.” I tossed them back.

He gave me a totally confused ex
pression and I explained in a hoarse voice, “Running is faster.” He and I both knew that it would be dangerous for me to let loose so near blood, but we both also knew it was dangerous for me to be near her any longer.

I spun around on my heel and took off, stripping while I ran. If that hadn’t been my last pair of clothes, I probably would have just exploded. But it was my last pair, so I decided I should keep them.

When I got at least twenty meters from where I had been standing, I exploded. Literally. My body exploded into another, another body covered in fur and feathers. I was a wolf. But not a normal wolf; I had enormous black wings sprouting from my back, and feathers genetically sewn into my fur in various places. Not to mention the fangs that extended over my lower jaw, and was dripping highly toxic venom.

I was a hybrid. Stolen out of my own house at the age of fifteen and transformed into a creature that didn’t exist up until now.

Name:  Josuha Schmexypants Banks

Age: frozen at 15. :P

Gender: Male

Personality: JoshuaBanks. :P LOL

Species: Werevangel. (Werewolf/Vampire/Angel)

Power?: None. He's not pure blood.

Themesong: For the nights I can't remember.

Picture/Diion: Tall, muscular and slightly tan with longish black hair and hard indigo eyes. Red Mark shaped like a serpent wrapped around a crescent moon. Black wolf ears stickig out of his head, and a black wolf tail.

Enormous black wolf with black feather sewn into his fur in various places. Giant black bird wings. Poisonous fangs. His mark is copied onto his flank.

Other: He just killed his grilfriend <3

Name: Lydia  

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: Lydia is a very quiet girl. She will speak every so often, but she still enjoys others company, even if she doesn't show it. She can be very snappish of she feels threatened, but she is usually nice and peaceful once you get to know her. 

Species: She is a Grim. (Will explain)

Power?: She can turn something biotic (alive, such as a flower) dead by touch. She cannot kill people. (Well, at least the mortal ones.)

Themesong: She is the Sunlight by Trading Yesterday

Picture/Diion:

Lydia is the normal height at about 5ft 6'. She has black/blue-ish tinted hair, and very grey eyes. She isn't very pale, but she still has a colour tint to her skin tone. Her hair goes a little bit past her shoulders, and she is usually wearing blue-jean shorts, a converse t-shirt, and black Vans tennis shoes.

 As I said, she is a Grim, which is a giant bear like dog that symbolizes death. She is a black dog. Dur.

Other: None

BRB DINNER 

(( I know. I'm such a rebel, I put a black sock in with the white socks. 8D ))

((Accepted Spear))

(( Omg. o_o Baby grey socks. ROFL.

-hops up and down- I wanna STARRRRT <3 ))  

(( Then start, you great goof :P ))

(( .... ;c I am not a goof...

I don't know where to start.. Setting? ))  

(( Well jeese. o_O ))

Lidya was hiding under a large shady oak tree in the park. She stared at a flower with a pretty much emotionless ex
pression. Right now, she was in her Grim form. She reached out a paw, and touched the flower lightly, smiling as she watched it wither away. She looked up and twitched her ears. Someone or something would die soon. She looked around intently. She got up and shook out her fur before padding around the tree to lookout for anything dying.