Jillian looked back at her brother, then out of the window. "It's almost time" she whispered, staring at the setting sun, at the sky colouring in red. How many times will she meet this sad colour again? Was she meant to suffer for eternity, being a creature between human and demon, unable to have friends, unable to have any chances in her life?
She looked back to her brother and pressed her head tightly against his chest. She felt tears in her eyes and quickly looked away. She felt embarrassed by showing so much emotion to Lucian, embarrassed and helpless. "I'm scared, Lucian." she whispered quietly. "I don't want the moon coming out. It will come over me again. The beast will come to me again, controlling me. I'm scared."

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Sure you can have your own conversations...maybe a conversation between Tylian and his son? Would be interesting...

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Vincent closed his eyes letting the music flow from the instrument resting between his kneese. It was almost time to feed. The haunting melody he played seemed to fill the room, and slowly spill over into the other rooms. The large house was his alone, but it was owned by his large family, and they occasionally came to visit.

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Here's my character, Jillian's mother;

Name: Evelynn

Race: Werewolf

Age: Unknown

Personality: Refined, likes expensive things. Rather ruthless, has high levels of self control, in and out of wolf form. Can be violent.

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Tylian walked into the mansion, accompanied by his usual group of guards. In a room upstairs, he could hear his son play the cello. He hid a smile that crept up. As much as he hated to admit, he thought his son was a rather fine musician. Too bad, he wasn't as good as other things. He was brilliant, yes, like his father, but he wasn't as ruthless or cunning. He turned around behind him and waved at the two of the guards who were escorting a group of hooded and restrained people. He called out, "Vincent. Son, your father's home." Tylian and Vincent both knew that Vincent wasn't Tylian's son and Tylian wasn't Vincent's father. Essentially, Tylian was his sire.

(Gwen, is it ok if we have Vincent's mother and Tylian's wife killed by the werewolves?)

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I was cured all right.

(I wonder... is there a way I could join in?)

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((yeah ... that's fine with me ... I was wondering how that was going to work out anyway:) ))

Vincent heard his father come into the mansion, and finished the music he was playing.He carefully stored his cello back in its case and walked downstairs. "Welcome home father." He said bowing formally to his father. He straightened and eyed the hooded and bound beings that had ben lead in. "I see you brought guests." He saud dutning his aritocratic grey blue eyes on Tylian

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"Yes," Tylian said. "I was hoping you can dine with me tonight. I'm sorry I haven't been able to stay with you recently." He was mostly busy leading raids and attacks against the werewolves. They do take a lot of time. All the planning and scheming and bribing and plotting and assassinating and poisoning.

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Vincent nodded, "I would be honored. Please, make yourself comfortable. " He lead they way to what was considered the dineing room. "So, are you going to keep them in a daze?" He asked knowing that even if Tylian releaced his hold over them he could always distract his own prey.

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Sure you can join...just give me your suggestion and a bio for your character

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"Oh my Jilian. Why should you be scared of such things that you have no control over? have not we discussed these things earlier on and how many times did I say not to cry because of this?" he continued caressing her hair, let her face in his bloated bosoms. When she pulled herself away from his arms, he saw her got blushed. "This is neither my demand nor yours but for once it will be out, we should be ready. For we will need to suppress our immortal appetizing lust for tonight like every night or else we could get caught off guard when vampires attack. For the last time, Jillian, never get scared when I am with ya. I look after you always. I had vowed long before to my parents as long as the blood in me keeps flowing down, none ever dares to hurt you.

His mood changed to happiness when he saw the moon started to slowly rise up. "Prepare yourself, we go out"

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Jillian nodded. "I'm still scared of it. Why me? Why I am such a beast, a monster, half human, half wolf? I'll be never accepted in this world, neither by humans which are scared of me, nor by animals. I never wanted to be a werewolf. I never wanted to be a member of all this, to be involved in this senseless war."
She stared out into the sky, at the rising moon. Soon, she could feel the pain rising inside of her, she felt how she was losing control over her body as she fell down into Lucians' arms. She looked up to him, her face changed into an expression of pain as she was holding on him. "Lucian...don't leave me alone now..." she breathed hard and screamed as she felt her mood changing. Her body was trembling as her face and her expression changed. Hair started to grow on her body. She was still holding on her brother. "Don't...let go...please...don't leave me alone...don't leav..." she couldn't speak further as her transformation continued.
A few moments later, she laid on the floor. Her human form was gone, instead a rather small grey wolf laid on the floor. She looked up to her brother and wanted to say something, but everything she brought out was a desperate howling. She knew her brother would soon endure the same, turning into the same monster as she was.

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Evelynn stood up on all fours and stretched, her lean muscles rippling under thick fur. She prowled out of her room, and into the room where Jillian and Lucian had just transformed. At the sight of the moon shining through their window, the fur on her back stood on end and she let out a soft howl. The bloodlust was rising in her throat, and she suppressed it with a shake of her canine head. Evelynn did not think of herself as a monster, unlike Jillian. She had long ago accepted that she could do nothing to halt the transformations, and so made the most of them. Trying to convince her daughter that lycanthropy was not something to be scared of was proving difficult, however. She thought of herself as better than her daughter with disdain, as she had accepted she was a wereolf and her daughter did not. Of course, Evelynn tended to think of herself as better than everyone, giving her an air of cold aloofness, but despite this she was forever loyal to her pack.

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(how about a peace-loving vampire friend who helps Vincent, even when he finds out about him and Jillian?)

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(Yes, that's a good idea...only need your bio now )

Jillian stood up from the floor and bowed her head as she saw her mother entering. She knew what she was thinking of her. She had tried to tell her so often she was not the monster she thought of her. Jillian slowly took a few steps backwards, a sign of giving respect. The window opened. Jillian could feel the wind blowing through her fur, she felt how she was losing control, like she had done often. She was not able to accept this animal inside of her, so she was not able to control it. She jumped on the board by the window and stared outside, howling into the night. It had happened. Her will was gone. The beast inside of her had come out, taking control over her again.

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Evelynn acknowledged the respect with a flick of her tail and leapt across the room and onto the window ledge. The touch of the moon on her face filled her with a feeling of limitless power and she crouched, her muscles bunching up, and then sprang out into the night, running fleet-footed to the forest.

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