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Hey i wante to start a vampire/action/romance rp here in the fourm so if anyone wants to rp with me heres my first entry (the rp will take place in this post) In a holy city, surrounded by high walls, its people lived in harmony with their god. One day, when the sun was usually high, dark clouds hung low, casting dark shadows across the town. The towns’ people had come out, despite this unusually strange weather and gathered in the town square. They had gathered for a special town meeting by the town’s high priest. He stood on the center podium, starring out over his children. Beside him, chained to a stone cross was a young man. His skin was a white as snow, and his lips were carved into an eternal frown. Barely visible on his faded and cracked lips were two sharp dagger like fangs. His eyes were cast down, as if to hide himself from the stares of the town’s people. “This…this monstrosity was found hiding in our highest bell tower, waiting for the chance to feed on one of our fellow brothers and sisters!” Yelled the priest, casting an arm towards the young man. The young mans eyes cast up and looked at the priest. The priest could tell from the boys eyes that he was to weak to try and fight, and he gave the boy a sinister smile. Turning back to the town’s people, the priest continued. “We have gathered here today to pass judgment on this sinful soul.” Reaching into his cloak, the priest pulled out a small glass vile. He held it high, so that all could see what he was holding. “And the punishment we cast upon him is this! Out most sacred treasure, holy water!” With that, the priest uncorked the glass vile, and cast the sacred water onto the young boys face. A ripple of pain crossed the boys face, and a blood curling scream echoed forth from his pale lips. His mouth twisted into a painful grimace, as the holy water burned at his skin. He cast his head up to the heavens as if hoping that some mystical force would come down and help him. Slowly the pain of the sacred water subsided and the boys head hung limp. Cheers of joy echoed through the towns people. They shouted for more punishment. “Beat him!’ shouted one. “Behead Him!” Cried another. Soon crueler and crueler punishments were shouted. The boy winced every time he heard one of the punishments that he might receive at any moment. Slowly, he cast his gaze across the crowd, seeing their cruel faces grinning evilly at him. He looked across the crowd several times, in hope that someone would come to save him from these horrible people….
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