[Timmy] Akashas Revenge
Established:
27/07/2006 at 09:53:01
Clan Description
Werewolves are such cowardly creatues, they attack us as we sleep, and they say thay do Gods work.
Do not be fooled, we have existed for aeons longer than you, we are the true rulers of the world, you need to hide under guise of humanity, yet we do not hide our true selves.
We know who we are and we accept it.
Any applications are accepted, only rule is no attacking allied clans, and donate gold if you have any spare.
The chronicles of Akasha
Pale white skin, covered by strands of golden brown hair. Akasha was the first of her kind and embodies everything entailed by the word Nosferatu, an undead queen whose beauty far surpasses that of any other.
From within the crypt, a loud shriek could be heard, Akasha had awakened, led by a raging bloodlust. Through the dimly lit corridors and hallways she embarked until she reached her feeding chamber, once within she saw how her children ripped through the bodies of their mortal captives, tearing limb from limb, screams of pain filled the hall and brought a smile to Akasha’s face.
Is she one that fate has given up on or is she one that has been given and embraced a gift ? Man lives life for personal gain, not to better himself and thus they have a fear for death, what separates the two is that vampires do not fear death, they respect it, for death is not the end of life, it is truly the beginning of something far greater.
Vampires live not with a fear of death, but a fear of living a life without purpose, only a select few were deemed worthy by Akasha and they were allowed to join her legions, those that were not were killed and used as food for the ever growing army of her undead minions.
Dropping to the floor below, she heads over to a young man chained and bound to the wall, she lifts his head so they he may look deep into her eyes, then with one swift movement, she strips the cloth from his neck and buries her fangs into his supple flesh, gulping down every drop of blood she can until none remains, a pool of his crimson now lies at his lifeless feet. With a subtle wave of her hand she unleashed her brethren to do as they please with what was left of his body.
She watched and was delighted as like a pack of rabid dogs they tore at him, stripping flesh from bone as though it were not connected. A sinister smirk crossed her now dark and blood stained lips, her children were now strong enough to fight.
The rise of the next full moon would see Akasha and her clan strike back at those who tried to oppose and suppress them.
Do not be fooled, we have existed for aeons longer than you, we are the true rulers of the world, you need to hide under guise of humanity, yet we do not hide our true selves.
We know who we are and we accept it.
Any applications are accepted, only rule is no attacking allied clans, and donate gold if you have any spare.
The chronicles of Akasha
Pale white skin, covered by strands of golden brown hair. Akasha was the first of her kind and embodies everything entailed by the word Nosferatu, an undead queen whose beauty far surpasses that of any other.
From within the crypt, a loud shriek could be heard, Akasha had awakened, led by a raging bloodlust. Through the dimly lit corridors and hallways she embarked until she reached her feeding chamber, once within she saw how her children ripped through the bodies of their mortal captives, tearing limb from limb, screams of pain filled the hall and brought a smile to Akasha’s face.
Is she one that fate has given up on or is she one that has been given and embraced a gift ? Man lives life for personal gain, not to better himself and thus they have a fear for death, what separates the two is that vampires do not fear death, they respect it, for death is not the end of life, it is truly the beginning of something far greater.
Vampires live not with a fear of death, but a fear of living a life without purpose, only a select few were deemed worthy by Akasha and they were allowed to join her legions, those that were not were killed and used as food for the ever growing army of her undead minions.
Dropping to the floor below, she heads over to a young man chained and bound to the wall, she lifts his head so they he may look deep into her eyes, then with one swift movement, she strips the cloth from his neck and buries her fangs into his supple flesh, gulping down every drop of blood she can until none remains, a pool of his crimson now lies at his lifeless feet. With a subtle wave of her hand she unleashed her brethren to do as they please with what was left of his body.
She watched and was delighted as like a pack of rabid dogs they tore at him, stripping flesh from bone as though it were not connected. A sinister smirk crossed her now dark and blood stained lips, her children were now strong enough to fight.
The rise of the next full moon would see Akasha and her clan strike back at those who tried to oppose and suppress them.
Clan members: 4
| Name: | Level: | Rank: |
| Dagonna Inanna Rose Dravin | 11 | Mokuba |
| Sumerian_Haze | 6 | Angel Of Death |
| bluetooth | 1 | Tea |
| gwein | 1 | Servant Of Darkness |
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