Ah, yes. Vampires. Like therianthropes... except nothing at all like them.
Whereas therianthropes are more dictated by their current form than by anything else, vampires are controlled by nothing but themselves.
Vampires are an odd bunch, really. Much like therianthropes, they are not necessarily evil. However, they are, in general, highly solitary creatures, as opposed to the varying mentalities of therianthropes such as Lycanthropes and werebears. This is not to say they are loners. Merely isolated by choice. Many who meet them would call them genial.
The usual feeling you get from a vampire depends on how they acted in life. A good
Rest in Peace, You True Hero by crazydude2344, literature
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Rest in Peace, You True Hero
Tragedy has struck,
A hero has passed.
A man whose deeds,
Remain without a rival.
Inspiration,
He shall forever act as.
Dedication,
He immortally exemplified.
Humility,
Call him a paragon of it,
But he would have denied it.
Determination,
In the face of danger,
Not once, not twice,
Not even thrice,
But more than can be counted.
A hero has passed,
One of strong will,
And yet of a gentle spirit,
An arm always extended to help.
An Eagle's majesty,
A lion's courage,
A fox's cunning,
All with a hound's loyalty,
His passing,
It is a tragedy.
But, let us not mourn him.
Let us not feel sad.
Let us celebrate him.
Celebrate
Swashbuckling Gentleman Part Two by crazydude2344, literature
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Swashbuckling Gentleman Part Two
Two weeks have passed, and Zelsri's clothes finally arrive, much to my disappointment. A large quantity of them(explaining the great delay). I had rather begun to enjoy this free show, but, alas, not all great things are to last.
Save for her penchant for nudism, which I highly appreciate(and enjoy). At least it is more comfortable for me to be wearing pants, now.
I show her the sights around town. While walking, we meet a friend of mine.
"Osalnosor, how goes your life," Actrofin, a bemustached half-Bencorian-half-Belgos, says.
"Hello, Actrofin. I have been quite well," I say.
"Well
Swashbuckling Gentleman Part One by crazydude2344, literature
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Swashbuckling Gentleman Part One
I am walking through the forest, singing a powerful tune in my incredibly deep bass voice, carrying my inctricate, priceless cane, dressed in a suit, and wearing a monocle.
A female grizzly bear ambushes me. I must have, accidentaly, come too close to her cubs.
"Oh, Sorry, Madame Bear," I do declare.
She, however, does not relent.
We stare at each other for thirty minutes. We battle for twenty hours, honorably, with no clear victor. She, out of respect, bows down and joins forces with me. We walk to my house, and I sleep.
The next morning, I pull out a moose leg from my refrigerator
Swashbuckling Gentleman Prologue by crazydude2344, literature
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Swashbuckling Gentleman Prologue
My actions may be outdated, and my ideals a bit old-fashioned, but you will be impressed and love me nonetheless.
This is the credo of the gentleman adventurer.
There are certain requirements;
1: Impressive Facial Hair
2: Bare-Knuckle boxing
3: Predilection with either big-game hunting or bull-fighting(or, better yet, both).
4: Eccentricity
5: Exuding manliness
6: Body hair that symbolizes said manliness
7: Capability to beat large animals with either melee weapons, or, better, your bare fists.
8: Your foes either respect you or cannot help but love you.
9: You must be cultured. Well-read, well-educated, well-dr
Date: Two Years Before Exarchy
Venue: Bencorian Grand Concert Hall
Event: Annual Symphony Festival
I am nervous, honestly. There are few greater honours than being allowed to compete in the Annual Symphony Festival. My mother is an adjudicator, but that is a greater detriment to me than a benefit(she is a really tough critic, especially of me). Seventeen composers and their ensembles(a combination of an orchestra and a concert band) are chosen. The seven greatest composers in the world adjudicate. The competition is clean, but difficult nonetheless. Our adjudicators are my m
Blanrok, Maestro of Bencorians by crazydude2344, literature
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Blanrok, Maestro of Bencorians
My people are Near-Human, like the Belgos and Ancorians, and, together, our races were the first three in that group, out of the more than dozen now. What distinguishes us from our kin is our hearing. We have bat, dolphin, and elephant genes inserted into our genome, much like the Argow do with hawks, eagles, sharks, and pit vipers; however, we resemble our human kin quite heavily, though with some differences.
Our hearing is incredibly sensitive. It would, however, be foolish to assume that loud sounds cause us great pain. On the contrary: we can withstand louder sounds than other race
I love her,
Yet I think she hates me.
All I want
Is for her to be happy.
Do her friends think,
I am Dangerous?
They say I scare her.
Do my feelings form to fast?
Or do they think I would hurt her?
Why would I want to do that?
I've been manipulated, torn, broken.
Why would I do that,
To the person I love most.
Smart and Kind,
Sweet and Pretty,
These describe a lady I know.
Strong and Patient,
Considerate and Compassionate,
These describe a lady I know.
Capable, She is a survivor,
Understanding, she can listen,
And that is why I can relate to her.
She is a far better person than me,
Though both of us have been through a great deal.
And that is why I love her.
Now, She is in pain,
And I want to help her,
Yet she keeps me away.
I screwed up somewhere.
I cannot go near her,
Simply because I love her.