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Name: Sero

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown

Appearance: 1445636.jpg

(Human, Vampire, Werewolf, Dragon, or Werepyre): Dragon

Bio: Sero, a dragon born from the heavens and power from the almighty. Sero's father and mother was a god and goddess of all dragons, even his evil uncle who was the god of darkness. Sero's homeworld lived in the mountains where dragons roam freely and wherever they please. Sero was sent to earth because of the violent war between the vampires and the werewolves. Sero wanted to end the tyranny by destroying all vampires, and werewolves.

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(-Glares at DN-)

 

Marcus paused for a second, and turned around. "So I can leave right? Like, go home?" He figured that if he just left, they would kill him. It's not like he was going to tell the world werewolves existed. Then again... He glanced at his wound from his little fight with Fang. He smirked; that was all the proof he would need.

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"Yeah. These "hidden wings" have more flight power than I can take. And Marcus, you can, but now, I don't think I can. My mother knew from all along, & my dad left me & my mom when I was a baby. She's probably crying right now." He explained. He got into mid-air, & the wings started flapping.

 

Going to the living room(Current Flashback):

"Look's like Alex's gone. I'm sure he'll return." She said. She then got happy. "He's gone. THE HOUSE IS FINALLY TO ME!" She started to party.

OOC: Now i'm declaring BS on myself.

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"Okay Fang, but are you sure you don't want a lift?" Caim looks at Fang worried about his injuries thinking one may be severe. "I can drop the three of you off at the bottom of the mountain or anything just say it and I'll take you there. Though if you insist not having me take you, I'll come by this mountain every morning if you need to see me for my help."

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Red shook her head. "I can't take flight except off a cliff or something. Warfang looks a little tired and I doubt he wants to put forth the effort it would take to get airborn from a standstill-"

She glanced at the older Werepyre, who nodded in conformation.

"Fang's the only one with an issue, since he obviously can't fly." She glanced over at Warfang, who evidently took from her expression she was also wondering where they were going.

 

He paused and spoke with a hint of tiredness in her voice. "We've stayed too long in our old hideaway. I thought we could look for a new place by the mountains to the East. Some dragons used to live there, but it's deserted now, and we haven't observed anything going there in the past year or so."

 

Red nodded slightly. "That's... a fair distance, but we can make it in maybe a day and a half of travel." she hesitated, and glanced over at Fang, flicking her eyes over her bandages. "Actually, counting that Warfang's nearly dead tired, Fang's injuries, and the unreliability of my wings, maybe we should take two or three days to get there. We aren't in too much of a rush." she offered.

 

The other eight werepyres gathered around them, looking around awkwardly. One yawned slightly, as if he were tired from the exertion.

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Red paused momentarily. "No particular offense meant to you personally, but we rather like to rely on Dragons as least as physically possible. For security reasons also, it would be preferable that you wouldn't know exactly where we went either. You're an odd dragon, I'll give you that; I didn't even know before that they had vocabularies larger than "Savage", "Maul", "Kill", "Burn", and "Rape", so thanks for showing me that there are a couple with higher mental functions. That said, you haven't particularly gained our trust either, and we would rather prefer to not owe you a favor."

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"Call it excercise for me. I understand if you want me to know anything, but I can drop you off close to your destination and cut the time a bit. I want to do something to help and show that you can trust me atleast. I don't care if you don't trust me but atleast let me show you a quick way from here to the mountains in which you have to get in a certain air curent to make the time I can alone. I know the exact spot where the curent starts and I'm the only one to fly in it."

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Without bothering to say another word, Marcus left. He was now at the bottom of the mountain, only a 30 minute slide if anything. As soon as he reached the bottom, his hand dived into his pockets. About a couple seconds later, he pulled out a grey Razor. His cellphone. "Thank god this wasn't crushed or anything." He flipped it open, and looked through his phonebook. Finding the number, he called it. As the number rang he slowly walked towards a nearby tree. He waited for a little bit, then someone answered.

 

"Hello?"

 

"Dude, you'll never guess what the hell just happened to me."

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Fang watched Marcus leave. Oh well, he was getting annoying anyway. He looked at Red and Warfang. "You have a good point there Red, and Caim, I still don't trust you. I think it would be better if you didn't know where we were going, or when we would get there. And please, don't slow down because of me, I'm sure I could keep up."

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ooC: Dark Necro...I'll think about it. Although not accepted yet.

 

Ic:

WarFang was gone from the cave in an instant. Before Marcus could tell what he saw, the giant Werepyre suddenly appeared behind him and quickly snatched the cell phone and easily crushed it into pieces. "You never looked trustworthy. If you try that again, I WILL suck you DRY."

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(Merciful, that was, quick?)

 

Marcus aimed at one of WarFang's wings. "What? Ever heard of two phones? One personal, one work?" He checked the ammo in the gun, before closing it back in. "No matter how fast you are, I still get to clip you. Wouldn't that, I dunno. Kill your 'mission' or whatever?" Honestly, if they didn't leave him, he would kill them. He had the power, he just had to wait.

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((Vampires and Werewolves are super-fast so a Werepyre would be as fast as their speed added up.))

 

"Silver Bullets won't work on me, pal. For you see, I was once a vampire, not a werewolf." WarFang said. "Although you may have the power to kill some of those others, you don't have the power to kill me."

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"No, it's simple logic really. Since you are both species, you must have both weaknesses. In this case, you're still weak against silver." He paused for effect. "Also, see this wound? It's too large for a regular wolf or bear bite. That puts you and your friends here into a rather... Bad zone?" He was using all he had with him against the beasts. After all, it's all he could do.

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Red chuckled a little. "Let him try and threaten Warfang. He's the Alpha of our little group for a reason, after all. If he wanted to, he could pop his skull like a grape." She seemed a little amused. "At worst, those little bullets might poke a couple holes in his wing membrane. He's had them ripped by Dragon Claws countless times before, plus us Werepyres regenerate quickly. Not to mention the human's probably making the stupid mistake of assuming because some Werepyres are vulnerable to Silver, that ALL Werepyres are."

 

She paused thoughtfully. "Though Warfang might be in trouble if he's too sure of that fact, anyway. Vampires are weak to objects of devotion, like a religious symbol wielded by a believer, or a sword wielded by a knight who truly believes that it could kill anything. I've never heard of a gun working on that principle before, but you never know." she shrugged.

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"Mhm." Red nodded. "It depends on what you were originally, of course. For example, I was a Werewolf imbued with Vampire powers. Therefore, it doesn't matter how much belief you might have in your weapon, it's still no more likely to kill me. On the other hand, Silver burns me still. Not as much as it would a true Werewolf like Fang, but still enough to severely harm me, or even kill me given a large enough amount. Warfang was a Vampire imbued with the gifts of a Werewolf, so the opposite is true with him." She paused again.

 

"For the record, Garlic doesn't actually hurt Vampires all that much. Their bodies can't digest it, so they break into hives and other allergic reactions given too much exposure, but it's hardly a potent weapon to use." She chuckled. "I should know, anyway, Werewolves tried weaponizing the Garlic thing for years."

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(Not so sound like a royal-pain in the ass, but just because a werepyre is both a vampire and werewolf, doesn't mean it's more resistant to it's past weaknesses. It's like combining a turtle and a frog. Sure, it has a shell and scales, and it can jump, but it's too heavy to jump far, and it's slower. You can't simply combine two races and say it doesn't have any weaknesses of it's origin races. Excuse my example, it was made on the spot, but you get my point. EDIT: Blazing ninja'd me.)

 

Marcus coughed. Odd, he hadn't caught a flu before. "As I was saying. Just leave me alone, and nothing bad will happen. To ether of us." Before he could continue, he felt a wave of pain wrack his body. He dropped his gun, and held his head with his hands. "The hell... Is happening!" He coughed twice more, before redirecting his attention to WarFang and the cave above.

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