Supernatural(not the show)

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(I'll just put my characters before we start roleplaying)
Name: Gabriel Noblis
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Quiet and prefers to keep to himself, he can be quite talkative though when he isn't paying attention to what he says. He's a secretive guy that would rather not have others knowing his business, he believes that only one should worry about oneself, nobody else.
Appearance(human): He has black hair with blue eyes. He wears baggy jeans, that fit unlike some boys in the neighbor hood, and usually some kind of band t-shirt. Most common include: Creature Feature, Linkin Park, and Three Days Grace. He wears fingerless black gloves that cover a strange marking that has appeared on him when he turned 15.
Appearance(wolf): Slightly larger than normal black wolf that can change to stand on it's hind legs.
Age: 16(I always rp that age for some reason...)
History: He lives with his normal family with his normal sister. He's fairly popular in school and around town, but neither for a good or bad reason. He's just known. He's had a notmal childhood, until the 14th birthday. He began getting huge pains in his head around 14 and his body and mind started to act strange around 15. He has black-out that he can't remember but always finds himself in a different place. He began to grow afraid of the black outs and now tries to resist them, taking pain killers as the strange paw like marking on his hand burns and feels like it's making his body implode. He hasn't told his parents or even sister about this, in fear that they would send him to the loony bin, which they had done to his older brother.

(Tired of typing xD Your character Ash?)

The wolf tried to jump out as soon as Ashe did, but caught his foot on something and delayed his exit. He jumped out just in time before the ship hurtled a bit farther and crashed, the explosion's winds caused his parachute to move him a bit farther away from Ashe. He snorted, knowing he probably wouldn't be able to find the vampire without a trail of scent leading to him. The blast had spun him around a bit and caused him to lose sense of direction. The wolf snorted and mumbled, "Your problem now!" and shoved the controls back over to Gabriel as they were landing. Gabriel found himself parachuting towards the ground, and he wasn't prepared for it. He yelled as he was dragged across the hot desert floor until he finally freed himself and the parachute flew back off into the sky, abandoning him. Gabriel panicked, where was he? How did he get here? Where was Ashen? He was breathing heavily from the massive scare of sudden ground rushing towards him. He had sand stuck to his skin, which was also red from where it was rubbed on the floor. He forced himself to sit up and looked around to see nothing but desert all around him.

Ashe hit the ground with a thump, landing on his feet, the parachute covering his body, enveloping it in the silky grayness that was its fabric. The Darkness wrapped around the chute, then Ash'es sword tip ripped throguh the fabric, as he sliced his way out, he looked about the dusk, his low-light vision helping him out in this situation. He looked about the area, a tumbleweed rolling past, a few rocks, and some lumps in the sand, paying these no heed, he searched the horizion for Gabriel, but to his dismay, he could not see him, or his furry friend.

Unbeknowst to Ashe, his landing had stirred things in the sand, and the lumps quivered, their mindless hungry gnawing at their stomachs.

Gabriel picked himself up from the ground with a grunt of pain. He stumbled a bit and almost fell back down. He looked around once more, hoping that he would catch some kind of sight of his vampiric friend. He spotted some shapes in the distance, but nothing more. He wondered if he should move or stay where he was. He was about to debate for a little bit, but it was interrupted by howls in the distance. The shapes in the distance were growing bigger and bigger by the second. They screamed and hollered in what seemed to be rage. Gabriel turned, planning to run, but tripped over a sudden hand popping out of the ground and grabbing his ankle. He cried out in pain and fell back on the ground, he began to kick at the head that popped out like a daisy after it. The head groaned and was about to bite Gabriel, when it was suddenly plucked from the ground like a weed. There were loud and happy yips and hollers as wolves surrounded him and the zombie. The wolves flung the head into the air and dug at the body in search of more parts to play with. They fought over the torso and a lucky wolf made off with an entire leg. Gabriel tried to use this to run, but there was more of the pack then he had thought, he was surrounded. What seemed to be the biggest wold stepped forward and spoke, "You...you're like us..." Gabriel was stunned into silence. "Speak Pup..." the alpha spoke again, "Your pack?"
"I-I don't have one!" he spoke. He felt the wolf inside him grow giddy at the sight of the pack. He felt the wolf want to come out, jump around, and hunt with them. He managed to suppress it though. The wolves around him laughed hysterically and the alpha silenced them with a snarl, "Nonsense. Every wolf has a pack, whoever bit them's pack they belong to. Now, you're pack mutt!" the alpha grabbed a piece of the zombie and ripped it to shreds. Gabriel swallowed and decided to lie.
"I-I'm from...Eagle pack!"
"Eagle pack?" the wolf asked, confused, "Never heard."
"Well, it's pretty famous. It took down nearly all of the vampire race! You know! Territory of the free, Pack of the brave!"
"Vampire race?" "They did that?" "Soo cool!" the pack members yipped happily.
"Tell me more about this 'Eagle Pack'" the alpha said enthusiastically, like a child hearing of a superhero. Gabriel hid a smirk, they were buying it.

Ashe walked over the sand, his hands behind his head, sighing inwardly, he had to find some sort of civilazation here eventually... But until then here he was, lost in the Mojave, seperated from his Werewolf friend, and in very hostile territory at that. Werewolves didn't take to kindly to anyone not of thier 'Pack', or at least, anyone that was a non-werewolf. "Bloody Hell, I need shelter soon...." He murmured as he staggered through a bit more of the desert till' coming to a abondoned cave, although it had more of those wierd sand lumps around the outside, and more then a few on the inside, not caring he went in, sighing in relif at the noticable differance in tempature, and the not so stinging winds.

Gabriel told the pack the many achievements of the Eagle pack, how they defeated the entire ghoulie armada in less than 2 days, how they took over all of north and south america, and how he had stolen a airship in attempt to get back to his pack. He left out the part about Ashe, not knowing how they would react if he told them about him. They would probably murder me and then go hunt for him...he thought. The wolves yipped their approval, which seemed to irk the leader a bit.
"We should bring him back!" "Yeah!" "Have big Feast!" "Feaaast! "Feast! Feast! Feast!" they chanted while running in circles around him and the leader. The leader snarled, attempting to silence them, but failing to. The pack yipped excitedly and two wolves came to Gabriel's shoulder's, "Come brother! Run!" Gabriel was forced to turn to his wolf form, and run with them. The wolves formed a circle formation around him, escorting him. They seemed to run forever before they came to what looked like a village.
Gabriel was horrified to see bodies littering the floor, human and zombie alike. Some were being eaten by even more pack members that had stayed at the site. Gabriel swallowed as the patrol members howled the news to the pack and the rumors of his story spread quicker than a wildfire. He was surprised to see that a lot of the pack members were talking to him, asking for more stories. He caught occasional glares from the pack leader, and knew something was coming...something bad.

Ashe had collapsed gratefully at the back end of the cave, being deadbeat tired and such. He rested against the strangely smooth wall, at suck slightly into the soft sand, digging a smallish pit for him to rest comfortably in. Slowly he closed his eyes letting his exhaustion from the past few days over come him. However, unbeknownst to the British vampire, his tremors throughout the cave alerted its deadly inhabitants, slowly the sand lumps moved, sand streaming off the top, has the decomposed bodies of human and werewolf alike arose, their hunger drawing them to the semi-cool flesh in the back. They shuffled forward, sand falling from various wounds and liaisons on their naked bodies, the clothes they once wore long ago eaten by scarabs from their master. Ashe murmured, turning over, then brushing a bit of sand off his shoulder woke up thinking that he had rolled onto his chest. What he saw was the mauled face of a black-haired werewolf, its ghoulish muzzle scarred into a snarling motion, from having most of its lip tore off to the side. He gaped slightly time seemingly slowing down for the vampire, has rolled while the werewolf took a viscous bite of where his head used to be. He made the mistake of looking up while rolling, he had a panoramic view of the rotting insides of the werewolf, before finally coming to a stop, in the middle of the decrepit horde. He let out a groan the zombies would envy, if they were still thinking, and drew his sword, its normal silvery sheen muted in the dark of the cave. Time went to a stand-still neither side moving till' finally, the werewolf let out a wheeze, most likely have been a roar, if not for the gaping, ragged hole in the beasts throat. It then shambled at Ashe, raising its claws in a crude clubbing attempt. Ashe merely severed its rotting head from its shoulders with a sicking 'shllecckk', its head hit the sand with a wet thump, followed closely by its body, then time came to a normal pace, or so its seemed, and the Zombies all charged as est they could, meaning they shambled.

Gabriel flinched when the wolves brought forward a dead human corpse. The pack howled for him to eat, his body stepped forward, but his mind screamed, No! He realized that he was no longer in control of his body, his eyes were forced to look at the alpha with a sly grin, he was going to eat first. The alpha roared his disapproval and charged towards Gabriel.
The wolf had taken over Gabriel completely just in time, to Gabriel's horror. The alpha leaped towards them in an attempt to shove him past the corpse, but the wolf had already leaned down and taken a bit. He was smashed into, dragging the corpse with him. The wolf managed to push the alpha off and it turned into a game of tug o war with the corpse. After a few moments of pulling there was a ripping sound and the corpse's arms were torn off. Gabriel held the bigger share. The alpha snarled his disapproval and tried to smash into Gabriel once more, the wolf would have none of this. The wolf merely side stepped as the alpha blew past and grabbed his neck and pinned him to the ground, closing his jaws tighter and tighter until the alpha stopped moving. The pack stared at him, the wolf, who merely smirked and tore into the leader.

EXTREMELY Disgusting part you could live without THIS IS A WARNING SPOILER BUT YOU'VE PROBABLY SEEN/HEARD/READ WORSE!:P:

The pack was silent for a few moments, before they erupted into cheers and yips and howls of approval once more, "New leader! New leader!" they cried into the air that could probably be heard all over the desert. The wolf smirked a wolfish smirk and joined with a long and loud howl that over came the noise of the pack. Gabriel, no the wolf, was leader of the feral pack.

Ashe heard the howls as the Zombies drew closer. "Frackin' Werewolves... Sorry Gabriel Mate, but those Feral Wolves are probably Cha-Cha dancing around a fire-pit full of Human and Vamp skulls....." He muttered under his, quickly slicing up on of the Zombies. The 9 others continued their slow morbid walk towards Ashe, as he dismantled them, bits of rotten flesh and gore splattered the ground, and soaked the sand into a brackish black mud. He spun, his sword cleaving through the torso, but with a sicking crack, the blade dug into the spine of the zombie, and to Ashe's dismay, was stuck. "Great...... What I wouldn't give to have a pistol right now...." He uttered under his breath, tugging the sword, and only succeeding in pulling the zombie closer to him. A Groan gurgled from its mouth, as it reached its desiccated fingers towards him, bits of bone visible to his eye. Ashe simply muttered "Shut up you bloody zombie." and swung it around clubbing it into another, knocking his blade free, and the unfortunate zombie's head clean off.

A monstrous groan came from behind Ashe as yet another zombie rose from the ground. It was about to lunge when several arrows whizzed past the vampire's ear and into the zombie's skull, it got a nose piercing and a lip piercing before the arrow struck the throat and pinned the zombie to the wall behind it. It gave a gurgle as it continued to live, another arrow again shot at it and struck it's forehead in the center. "WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND IS DISTURBING MY SLEEP!?" a voice called out. In the center of the room a tall young man with a five o'clock shadow and old fashion peasant type of clothing stood with a glittering silver bow in his hand and a basket full of arrows strapped to his back. His hair was a brown mess, and his eyes glittered an emerald green, "What the hell happened to my aim!? Just how long has it been?" His image shimmered a bit, "Please! Just a little more!" he seemed to beg to the bow. His image faded and the bow dropped to the floor along with the bag, but the arrows had disappeared with the man. If one looked at the zombie, they would see that the arrows there too had disappeared on it leaving only puncture wounds. "GODS DAMN IT!" the voice screamed and the bow seemed to shake a bit, after the voice finished throwing a fit it finally spoke to Ashe, "So, who are you and WHY are you disturbing me? I am Jacob, more commonly known as Jake."

(NEW CHARA TIIIME Spent all day thinking about him xD Heheh... possessed bow..>:3)

Gabriel licked his muzzle as he sniffed around, he had a small portion of the pack with him, just two other wolves. The wolf had told the pack that there remained one vampire, and he wanted to thank them for the feast by allowing them to have the glory of the final kill. Now he just needed-no! The wolf was surprised to find that the human had finally realized that he had taken over, and witnessed everything he had done. He smirked and asked, Enjoying the ride kid?
As if! Give me control back NOW.
Why should I?
Because! If you don't i'll blurt out your lies to the pack
that would get you killed
who says i'm afraid of dying? the wolf was surprised by a rushed wave of willpower and was knocked out of control. He fought against the wave, but was pushed out. Gabriel, the real one, smirked. He was in control now, AND he had a pack that would temporarily do what he said. Until they found out he was lying ripped him to shreds...