Not even a chuckle was heard in the streets as the crowds routinely floated about. Feathers upon their attire were brushed by the slight wind, and the ripples in their dresses were stirred by the specters passing. The drained, pale perplexity of the people matched the melancholy setting: no vibrant features nor expression. This city was drowned in a mist of gloom, and the only thing that could be heard was the vulgar echoing from the foul alleys. The smoke of cigarettes snaked upward into the thickening mist, and only sheepish smiles washed upon their lips when sharing the daily jest with one another. The only thing interesting was the new shade of gray plaguing the city, or how the never ending mist actually succeeded in building up its bloating quilt.

God, I haven't roleplayed on here in so long. I've gotten pretty lazy, but I can survive. xD

Rules:

1. Semi-lit and up, please. ❤
2. No GMing, PPing, Mary-Sue's, Gary-Stue's.
3. Keep it PG-13, people. :0
4. This is an Subeta anthro RP. Soyeahhh.

wow.

SKELETAL TEIM? Of course, it is.

Name: Age: Gender: Species: Orientation: Marital Status: Personality: Appearance: Other: You can add onnnn~

But I prefer you describe them in paragraphs. Ohyes. -nod-

LIKE WHUT I'M ABOUT TO DO. c:

Frenkul

This wasn't new for the Glacier Warador. Snatching the eyes of a resident and using them for her own allowed her to admire this place, and what was left of who she had stolen from had been crammed into the piles of junk in the alleyways. Stealing body parts from others and using them for her own was a routine, and she had to keep up with her schedule, or else something would rot. Frenkul surely didn't want that to happen. She wouldn't want to be hopping around on one leg, so she had to find a fresh one after a long while passed. 
She took this daily torture rather than the eternal burning in Hell. Fortunate for her, Hell gave her an option. She gladly took this one, and had grown used to the issue after a long while. However, Frenkul still found it a tad bothersome. What would happen if hosts became scarce? She'd be in a great mass of trouble.
Frenkul didn't fear the consequences that much, however. She knew she was deserving of any punishment given, and she was thankful that Hell actually shown some mercy, for a change. She grunted, wriggling the slowly decaying fingers of her right hand. Ashes from her hand slowly trailed behind as she walked, but Frenkul did not fret. Her eyes were right on a fine pair that a woman was using to skim across her book's pretty font. 
Frenkul slowly tilted her direction towards the woman, and when she made it over she pulled the book down. She allowed the woman to look at her in scorn, and Frenkul's toothy grin formed as the woman met narrowed eyes with her.

"Ahem! I'm terribly sorry to bother you... <i>dearest</i>. I only want to chat with you about a specific something." The Warador's smile grew so intense it looked as if it were to break off her face any second. "Who are you, exactly? Why would you wan--" "Oh, I'll explain later, sweetheart. It'll all be over, soon." Frenkul cooed, tugging on the woman's wrist and forcing her into the desolate. After a short period of time, the book had found itself on the ground with its pages sullied. A near thread drew upward away from the book and up to Frenkul's hand, as she gingerly began to sew the new fingers on. A chipper whistle escaped Frenkul's lips as she continued, and her eyes kept on the battered face of the woman she had mislead despite the needle she should have been paying heed to. The victim's face was tarnished by shards of glass, and the blood upon her cheeks rolled downward to the ground. "Haha. B-e-a-utiful." Frenkul examined her new fingers, taking much pride in how they appeared. Frenkul then actually <i>skipped</i> out of the alleys, as if she had committed nothing. Her whistles turned into slight singing, and the people of this melacholy town suddenly looked at her in apparent disgust of this alien behavior. The Warador was acting perfectly 'fine' before she had gotten those lovely little fingers.

PFFSSHH. I guess I'm gunna add Insomna in, later. If anyone joins. :1

ooc; Id love to join. Btw, love Frenkul, very sinister ;) I'll join with my pet Khal, as he'd be best in this setting. I'll post my... post when I'm finished writing it~ C: Khal Sorry if its crappy xD I'm bad with intros.

With a fancy, and incredibly expensive cigar between his fingers, a well dressed man exited a rather hush-hush building in the confides of an alley. His deal had gone through, and much to his displeasure, would have to leave the idiots in that building alive for the time being. Walking out of the alley, he look a lighter from his pocket and lit his cigar; but careful not to get any ash on his expensive alligator skin jacket. Other than the fact he had to be here on business, he hated it here. It was so... bland. Where was the night life? The bright lights? He didn't even see a bar yet. Very distressing. That's were he found his food. Just as he thought of food, his stomache began to growl; but not like any normal person's gut would whine for food. His was more like a bloodlust, and being to hell and back, he had grown accustom to the annoying pains it brought him, and the slightly altered appearance. Horns poked out of his hair-line, his teeth grew pointy and hiss eyes turned from blue to red. Though with a look over at all the people, he found; or in this case, smelled something... delicious. Quickly crossing the street, he found the body in the alley. Frowning, he bent down and dipped his finger in her blood and licked it. "Hmm, still warm." Sadly, he would not eat this one. He preferred his food alive, loved to see fear in their eyes before they died. Then he wondered who would kill in a dreary place like this. Surely there wasn't any criminals - besides him - in this town. Determined to meet this person, he followed a different smell. It wasn't long before he came across a happy looking warador girl, prancing in the streets. It was her, the smell of the corpse in the alley coming off of her as clear as day. To him at least. So carefully, but casually, he walked up to her puffing his cigar and making smokes rings he smiled at her. "So why'd ya do it? Got bored?" Didn't blame her, he'd do it too just to get some excitement.

ooc|| Yay, an anthro roleplay! 8D I've never been that great at originality, so I probably won't be able to compare with Frenkul. Sorry. D= Anyway, I'll be using Levi. He's my favorite, but don't tell the others. xD Also. sorry if his profile is a bit off. I noticed it when I made the link. I'll try to fix it, if I can.

bic|| Levi didn't like this city much. It was dark, gray, and gloomy. Miserable. Everyone was just a rat, busy making money to feed themselves and their families. Nobody gave second glances, nobody cared. It made him feel like he had no purpose, as though if he were to die, someone else would just take his place.

He pulled his black jacket more tightly around himself, conscious of the gun hidden at his side. He snarled as someone accidentally stepped on his foot. That was the other thing: the crowds. The sidewalks had their own lanes. Watching some people, he thought they needed vests or something with brake lights and turn signals on them. Flicking back his green and violet hair, he retreated briefly into an alleyway simply to get away from the people.

He took a deep breath, and the smell of death clogged his sensitive nose. He covered it immediately, ralphing up his breakfast in a nearby trashcan. Pulling his shirt over his muzzle, he looked around for the source, and saw it almost immediately: the dead body of a woman laying motionlessly on the concrete. There was no point in calling 9-1-1; she was already dead--that much was obvious. Still slightly shocked at his sudden discovery, he backed out of the shadowed alley and into the crowd of people. He much preferred the smell of other, live beings to the smell of dead things.

Levi spotted two other pets, a glacier warador and a twilight hikei. He approached them, but didn't speak; rather, he hung in the background, knowing he wasn't being very inconspicuous but not really caring, either. The smell of death still lingered in the air, but it was still so strong in his nose that he couldn't tell where it was coming from. He tried not to throw up again as he sagged slightly against a wall.

ooc: YEY. ❤ Awesome pets, btw. c:

Frenkul came to a halt as the Hikei spoke. She knew he was directing it to her. Frenkul turned her head, looking at him. Did he see? She kept eyes out for eye-witnesses, and she had seen no-one in the alleyways when slaughtering the woman. But she hadn't a care, she was killed by the law, already. She couldn't be fried, again. "Bored? Well... I used to do it in order to ease boredom." Frenkul shrugged, smile actually fading. "Now I have to do it, or else I'd rot. I can't admire my prizes, anymore." Her attention soon directed to the Hikei's eyes. "Might I add... nice eyes. If I hadn't gotten these mismatches, earlier, I'd definitely take those. Haha..." The smile reformed, soon after. But as she admired and envied what was his eyes, she felt a tad annoyed. Most like another attentive presence. It was watching them. She pulled her sights off of Khal, and looked around a bit. "God, if the word spreads, this routine'll be much more difficult."

He was surprised to see what the girl looked like. It wasn't everyday he talked to a... ragdoll? She was obviously not from here, and very different. More pleasing to the eyes than anything else here. Khal took another puff of his cigar, but nearly choked on the smoke when she mentioned she'd rot. "Rot? Seriously? Wow, you must have made someone real mad to end up... err. in whatever situation you're in now." At the moment, he was rather appreciative he only had to eat the living, then steal parts from the living. His ear flicked from under his curly brown hair at her mention of his eyes. He frowned. "Hateful things. Its not even my true eye colour. They only turn red when I'm hungry." He grinned as he looked at passers by. Non really looked... good enough. Khal highly doubted that the girl would be found for a long time, nor did he think it would cause too much of a problem. Turning his head around, Khal noticed someone leaning against a building, looking awfully sick. Did he find the body? Probably. "Poor kid, must have found her."

Levi's ears pricked as they spoke, and his eyebrows met in a mix of confusion and alarm. Rot...? he thought. What the hell is this person? He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Damn. And all he'd wanted to do was to go home. Oh well.

His ear flicked in irritance at the hikei's comment. "Yes I found her, and I'm not a kid, thank you," he growled, folding his arms stubbornly across his chest. I wish this damn city had some sort of breeze, he thought bitterly. The death-smell is just hanging in the air, even thicker than the smog...

"Actually, I preferred the option of rotting--rather than burning in the pits and getting jabbed at by the imps like the rest of them." Frenkul grumbled, adding on. "Hell luckily gave me those two options. You know I took the second. They said I picked the easy way, though. Despite being called as 'coward' and the repetitive rotting, I've gotten used to it all." She then placed her hand upon her chin and observed his eyes more. "Red, huh?" Frenkul's concentration on the color of his eyes was soon interrupted. "What? Ack, of course." The Warador slapped her forehead. "At least I tried to find a good place." She said, looking at Levi. He looked pale, and she knew the reason. Khal pretty much pointed it out, too: the dead woman. "Huh. I can take your nose if it's bothering you that much." Frenkul actually suggested. "My sense of smell's slowly fading, anyway."

Levi's lime green eyes flickered over to Frenkul as she spoke to him. His eyes narrowed suspiciously; she must've been the one that killed the poor woman. Well, there wasn't anything he could do now. Judging by what she said, she was already dead anyway.

At her last comment, he wrinkled his nose and growled, "No thanks." I think I can live with it.

Khal snorted. Of course he was a kid, to him anyways. But he decided to drop it for the sake of dropping it. Or just in case the guy annoyed him enough he'd eat him. Personally, it smelled nice. Finishing off his cigar, he threw the remains of it on the ground and stamped out the embers. "I'm glad I haven't been to Hell, I'll be happy with my curse if it means not being poked by... imps." Her gaze made him a tad uneasy. But only for a moment, since her attention was diverted to the guy who looked sick. "Good answer. You'd look funny without a nose." Khal chuckled to himself, putting his hands into his pants pockets.

"Ah, alright." Frenkul said to Levi. "But if you continue with that attitude, I might just take it by force!" She shifted her eyebrows and her smile widened slightly. Frenkul looked back at Khal. "I never been in the position, but I can see it's a tad.. er... annoying. That is why I picked the other way. I would never want to be in a fire the rest of my days, being poked at by little demons." She said, placing a hand upon her temples. Frenkul pulled her hand away, and looked back at Levi, imagining him without a nose. "He would." Frenkul replied, laughing slightly. "Now that you mention it, a Warador would look weird with a nose like that, too."

Levi's gaze was diverted again to the hikei. Giving him a sharp glare, he snapped, "At least I don't look funny all the time."

Then the warador spoke. "...I might just take it by force" was the comment that stuck out in his head. Not likely, he thought, but he didn't say anything; he didn't fancy challenging this undead... person. His gun probably wouldn't have any effect on her.

ooc|| Sorry my posts are short... I'm having writer's block. Dx

ooc; I may bring in another pet later, possibly Arc. Not sure yet though xP

Khal put up his hands in defense to Levi's 'insult'. "Hey, I just saved you from loosing a nose. No need to get hateful on me." He rolled his eyes then stared out at the crowds. So bland. He hoped they didn't taste bland; wouldn't make a very good meal. Then he could always wait until he returned home and dispose of a lackey or two that weren't doing their jobs properly. Rubbing his chin, he wondered if he'd make money if he put a bar in this town. Then he realized he was busy enough already. "too bad." He thought, returning his attention to the two oddballs next to him. "I'd say 'lets go get a drink' but something tells me they don't have a place to do that here...".

Frenkul noticed Levi's expression, and smiled. "No need to be uneasy. You've been saved." She said, fixing her hat. She looked around when the hikei spoke. "Ironically, they do have a place for that. Drinks are as dulled as the city. The damned coffee doesn't even have a bitter taste to it. Tastes just like water, for Luci's sake. But I must admit, they make fine wine." Frenkul replied, kissing her fingers like a chef.

(I might bring in another, too. I'll be Hal.)