The Wandering Hound

Well, I should have guessed someone was going to catch up with me someday. I’m Damon Mancini from New York City. I just came to Cardiff a year ago and set up as a bus boy at a local pub. Also,if you must know, I was born a werewolf. Since we are talking, feel free to ask me anything. (Independent RP Blog of OC)

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To see a witch doctor

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"Hello, mate." Damon dropped the bag and hugged his long-time friend, "It is good to see you." Damon released William and smiled.

Damon motioned to the chairs that were set out as was customary for their regular meetings. As he poured the rum, he starts to explain everything that has happened in the past three years: meeting Hamon, the old vampire, the baby, everything. However, when he started to explain the new werewolves and their strange ability to control their change his gaze lowered as he became more serious. “I need you to do something for me… I don’t like asking, but… I need some way to activate the change. I don’t like having some wolf having more control than I do.”

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William sat in his usual seat and listened to his friend explain the past few years to him. He sipped his rum throughout the tale, finding it interesting to hear all this and with the look Damon had this was something of importance. “Why don’t you ask this…Aurelius fellow to help you? He seems to have helped your Russian friend out with his problem.” 

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Damon shuddered at that thought; he could not forget Aurelius's eyes, there was something that made him feel uneasy. "I can't do that, I would trust him about as far as I would trust a blood thirsty vampire pirate. He makes me feel uneasy, his tone, his walk, his talk. Something about him feels ancient, dark. I would think he would turn me into a slave before he would help me...:"Damon trailed off deep in thought and concern for his friend Hamon. "I don't know what they did, but something has changed within him... and I don't want to change."

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To see a witch doctor

The soft wisps of salt water sprayed Damon’s face as his boat skated across the surface of the ocean. He had commandeered this boat from a buddy of his, a werewolf that was very generous when he had a few drinks in him, when he was in New Orleans. He only travels to this side of the globe when there is a vampire outbreak or when he needs supplies for the myriad of special enhancement drugs, non-addictive- at least so he says- and specifically for purebreds.

On the horizon, there was a small, peaceful island and a little shack with only one… crazily interesting man lived. Damon had meet the shaman when he was washed ashore after killing a nest of vampires masquerading as pirates. The mission was a success, but a sudden storm sunk the ship and almost drowned Damon. When the shaman found him, he had ten broken bones. The only thing that kept Damon from dying was his purebred abilities. For there years the Shaman nursed him back to health, but for a price. He Damon had to do oddest jobs: collecting sea turtle shells, hunting great white sharks, and the occasional herb induced trance to test the quality of the herbs, even when Damon wasn’t ready. He would walk up with a large bump on the back of his head from when he would fall back after smelling the herbs. The drinks were the best part, half the time Damon didn’t even know what was in them; some of the drinks tasted like sweet mango, others were so hard they made Damon wheeze and cough. 

Every three years Damon would come back and see his friend for more potions that would increase his combat and regeneration abilities. However, this time he had a special proposal for the Shaman, one that would give Damon a edge over the new werewolves that challenge him and all purebreds. 

As the island got closer and closer, Damon maneuvered the boat to avoid the reefs and the sand bars until he came ashore. He sounded the boat horn three times and stepped off the boat with his bow strung across his back and some herbs in his bag. He couldn’t wait to see how the shaman would react to his proposal. 

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William was laying back on the soft sand in front of his shack when he heard the ocean spirits telling him someone was getting close to the island. He of course knew who it was thanks to the ever punctual three year cycle of the werewolf. So he stayed where he was in the warm sand with the gentle smoke circles rising ever higher above him from his pipe. 

In all seriousness William was glad that he had found the werewolf on his shores. It was nice having someone to test out his herb concoctions and fetch his various items when needed. Plus Damon was a good friend as well.  

Hearing the horn made the shaman stand up and watch his friend make land. “Damon!” He smiled happily, arms open and fully expecting a hug. The herbs in the bag were already clear as day to him and he chuckled softly.  

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"Hello, mate." Damon dropped the bag and hugged his long-time friend, "It is good to see you." Damon released William and smiled.

Damon motioned to the chairs that were set out as was customary for their regular meetings. As he poured the rum, he starts to explain everything that has happened in the past three years: meeting Hamon, the old vampire, the baby, everything. However, when he started to explain the new werewolves and their strange ability to control their change his gaze lowered as he became more serious. "I need you to do something for me... I don't like asking, but... I need some way to activate the change. I don't like having some wolf having more control than I do."

[theshamandoesnotlie]

"Ah Christmas time. Gotta love the true meaning plus the gifts. Speaking of gifts if anyone is wondering what to get me. Rum is always on my list, that and socks. I always seem to loose my socks." 

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"Well then you should start opening your gifts from me, William! That incredibly large one is from me!" Damon said as he pointed to a red wrapping paper covered gift with a gold ribbon. "Hope you find it as amusing as I do."

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To see a witch doctor

The soft wisps of salt water sprayed Damon's face as his boat skated across the surface of the ocean. He had commandeered this boat from a buddy of his, a werewolf that was very generous when he had a few drinks in him, when he was in New Orleans. He only travels to this side of the globe when there is a vampire outbreak or when he needs supplies for the myriad of special enhancement drugs, non-addictive- at least so he says- and specifically for purebreds.

On the horizon, there was a small, peaceful island and a little shack with only one... crazily interesting man lived. Damon had meet the shaman when he was washed ashore after killing a nest of vampires masquerading as pirates. The mission was a success, but a sudden storm sunk the ship and almost drowned Damon. When the shaman found him, he had ten broken bones. The only thing that kept Damon from dying was his purebred abilities. For there years the Shaman nursed him back to health, but for a price. He Damon had to do oddest jobs: collecting sea turtle shells, hunting great white sharks, and the occasional herb induced trance to test the quality of the herbs, even when Damon wasn't ready. He would walk up with a large bump on the back of his head from when he would fall back after smelling the herbs. The drinks were the best part, half the time Damon didn't even know what was in them; some of the drinks tasted like sweet mango, others were so hard they made Damon wheeze and cough. 

Every three years Damon would come back and see his friend for more potions that would increase his combat and regeneration abilities. However, this time he had a special proposal for the Shaman, one that would give Damon a edge over the new werewolves that challenge him and all purebreds. 

As the island got closer and closer, Damon maneuvered the boat to avoid the reefs and the sand bars until he came ashore. He sounded the boat horn three times and stepped off the boat with his bow strung across his back and some herbs in his bag. He couldn't wait to see how the shaman would react to his proposal. 

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Damon let out a growl as he stuck his head out the window to see a small black figure floating off into the city’s skyline. He knew it; the vampire was lying all along. There was no secrete organization of Vampires. At least, that is what he wanted to believe. However, he could not get the fear and hate he saw in the vampire’s eyes out of his mind.

Damon refocused on the moment, the same vampire has escaped from him…. twice. Not a very good record for a exiled hunter with a reputation to build. His mind started to race with all the end games this vampire could be playing him into. He wanted to hunt her down, but the suspicion of a hidden vampire order that wiped out whole towns stayed in the back of his mind. He would have to find some way to dig up information. He could only think of one place to go; The Wing and Fang. It was a underground vampire nest and pub, where all the scrum of the vampire world is. They would have to know something. Damon shrugged as he shooed away notion of fear; he would be walking into the single place where no werewolf, let alone a purebred, was allowed. He would most likely be attacked and killed…. or captured. Only one way to find out. 

Damon found himself outside The Wing and Fang, it was situated in the lowest part of the Red-light district. The smell of iron was thick in the air. Damon could tell it was from the fresh blood. The vampire feeding toys were moaning with pleasure or pain, he didn’t bother to try to distinguish the two, as fangs pierced their necks and dank their crimson blood. Damon strode on in, not minding the glares from vampires as they looked up from their feeding. His smirk was as wide as his ego, he was about to risk his life after all. 

The pub was a feeding frenzy, more humans giving themselves over to the vampires for the euphoria feeding brought. Cups of blood were being dispensed to the patrons, while they spilled more blood from their drunken stupor. Damon let out a laugh as he reached the bar, he motioned for the bartender who was too busy filling up glasses to notice at first. However, after several seconds he came over. “What can I do you for boss?” 

Damon was shocked that the bartender did not notice his purebred scent, but they were in a sea of blood and iron. Damon couldn’t smell anything. “Actually, I’m looking for information, what do you know about a the Convent?” The look Damon got back from the bartender was not a good one, he felt another confrontation about to come his way.

Sera flew a ways away, when she felt something had gone horribly wrong, she could sense that the mutt was in danger. Not only that she smelt fresh blood, She flew to where it was coming from and changed back finding a rack of clothes in an alley way, surprising was that all the clothes fit well and actually looked to be in good condition. She grabbed herself a plain looking outfit as all of them were relatively eccentric and exotic looking. Where am I exactly? I’ve lived in this town for 50 years and I have never been here Sera was careful to walk down into the alley way. Male fledglings were tearing into women who had known no better than to give in to their desires. Sera looked away, it sickened her that this is what she was. She hated it, but it was true. As she walked she followed the mutts scent.  He’s a fool to come down here. She thought. Sera kept walking though, A couple of times women of all youths threw themselves at her, their eyes full of lust. Each time Sera threw them back easily, they weren’t human they were just empty shells of their former selves.

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Damon's whole body ached all over, his ears rung, and his vision was foggy. Everything was a blur, the last thing he could remember was a angry looking bartender nodding and then a loud crash. A trickle of blood ran down his chin and another one down his temple. As he looked up he saw a very very large vampire, almost twice the size of Damon. "Oh so you are the reason my head hurts so much. Sorry to say this pal, but you chose the wrong fight." He smiled as he flung one of his daggers at the giant. His smile quickly faded as the dagger bounced off the man. "That wasn't supposed to happen..." Damon quickly dove to the right as a fist destroyed the wall behind him. He didn't have any time to recover as another punch connected to his stomach and sent him flying down a ally. He started coughing up blood as he struggled to bring himself to a crawl. He felt a strong hand grip his jacket and the ground leave his feet. This vampire was strong to say the least. The vampire brought Damon to meet his eye level and held him by the scruff of his neck. "This is kinda ironic... I guess you are with the Convent?" Damon had a wider grin than before as the man grunted and squeezed tighter. "I take that as a yes... Well you are going to take me to your leader, clear?" This time the vampire let out a bellow that made Damon's ears ring. He saw a fist rear back then nothing.

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Damon had enough of this vampire’s attempts to dodge everything, “Don’t try to act tough, I know all about your kind.” He tore away the left sleeve of his shirt to show  his Mancini family crest, the mark of a born hunter. “You see, I know all the stories. I grew up around the best Vampire hunters in the world. They have killed their fair share of “old” vampires. A stake through the heart is the best way to kill you.” As he turned the stake over in his hand he wondered if Sera knew about purebreds, only one way to find out, “Have you ever heard of the purebred werewolves. Most think of them as a myth, men born as werewolves. They are rumored to have the hearing, nose, strength, and speed of a vampire. Impossible they say. well…” His eyes turned a eerie yellow, his fingernails grew and sharpened to a point. “Now you see, they are not rumors. Time to start telling the truth, why did you send those men to kill me? What do these attacks have to do with you?” His grip on the stake tightened, his rage manifested itself in his eyes. He had enough of the lies. If, she told him everything, he might not kill her. 

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Sera laughed as she sat down on the window sill. She looked out the window and sighed. “They don’t have anything to do with me directly.” She replied. “At least I don’t think they do, I lost most of them back in boston and tried to hide my tracks as best I could. They’d never think to look in a busy town like this.” Sera looked down. “They’re called the Convent. Like the ones you see with nuns and all that stuff. They go from town to town draining all that breathe. I ran away decades ago. I never thought they would actually find me. It was his fault that I was stuck there in the first place actually. All his fault.” She got quiet and looked back out the window…Knowing that she was going to tell this mutt her entire life story if she wanted to or not.

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"The Convent," Damon let out a sarcastic chuckle, "You expect me to believe the Vampires call themselves that?" He was rolling the stake around in his palm, still trying to decide if he was going to kill her. As she continued her story, Damon was increasing interested; he was considering the possibility of this Convent actually being real. It would explain some of the mass disappearances he learned about in the Academy. Damon was contemplating when he realized that she had stopped talking. When he looked up, he saw that this was the dark part of her past; the part that consumes you. Damon sighed,"and who is he? You haven’t given me any real information other than a name of a organization I don’t even know is real."

[a-batofdenmark]

"I don’t expect YOU to believe any of this. Hell I thought I was in a dream half the time…Sometimes I still do. You think this is easy for me?You are a dog. A filthy run of the mill guard dog. YOU are doing nothing to help. I needed to get out of town, you sniffing around probably brought them here in the first place. They want me back you stupid cur. Don’t you understand? They are searching for me they came here to drag me back there. I left for the safety of everyone I ever cared about. Just as I did back when I left my father all alone. He was left to wonder where it was that I went! Don’t you get it? All I can ever do is run. I don’t expect you to ever believe me, so why bother trying." She looked down in horror at what she was saying. It took her a minute, but after a bit, she smirked and stood up straight as she chuckled. "Word of advice mutt." She leaned back and tapped the window open a crack. "Never back a vampire into a window." 

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Damon felt a sudden shame come over him, he remembered the feeling of being exiled by his father and shunned by his brothers and sisters. He knew that if the ones he cared about were put in danger he might have run too… if he was weak, but he is a weapon to be used against threats to the Mancini clan. He mustered back up his gut and his eyes just in time to see the Vampire crack open the window. “You have got to be kidding me…” He dropped the stake as he started to sprint towards the window, augmenting his speed by his purebred bloodlines, He now had only one goal in mind, learn more about the Convent… then maybe spare the vampire…

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Sera let herself fall out the window nearing the ground as she shifted into a bat. Her only way of getting out of this situation alive. She’d outrun many in the past, the mere thought of running again made her sick. So after flying out into the city, she flew out the shed behind the shop and stayed there for a spell. She had no desire to die, nor a desire to run any farther than she had to.

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Damon let out a growl as he stuck his head out the window to see a small black figure floating off into the city's skyline. He knew it; the vampire was lying all along. There was no secrete organization of Vampires. At least, that is what he wanted to believe. However, he could not get the fear and hate he saw in the vampire's eyes out of his mind.

Damon refocused on the moment, the same vampire has escaped from him.... twice. Not a very good record for a exiled hunter with a reputation to build. His mind started to race with all the end games this vampire could be playing him into. He wanted to hunt her down, but the suspicion of a hidden vampire order that wiped out whole towns stayed in the back of his mind. He would have to find some way to dig up information. He could only think of one place to go; The Wing and Fang. It was a underground vampire nest and pub, where all the scrum of the vampire world is. They would have to know something. Damon shrugged as he shooed away notion of fear; he would be walking into the single place where no werewolf, let alone a purebred, was allowed. He would most likely be attacked and killed.... or captured. Only one way to find out. 

Damon found himself outside The Wing and Fang, it was situated in the lowest part of the Red-light district. The smell of iron was thick in the air. Damon could tell it was from the fresh blood. The vampire feeding toys were moaning with pleasure or pain, he didn't bother to try to distinguish the two, as fangs pierced their necks and dank their crimson blood. Damon strode on in, not minding the glares from vampires as they looked up from their feeding. His smirk was as wide as his ego, he was about to risk his life after all. 

The pub was a feeding frenzy, more humans giving themselves over to the vampires for the euphoria feeding brought. Cups of blood were being dispensed to the patrons, while they spilled more blood from their drunken stupor. Damon let out a laugh as he reached the bar, he motioned for the bartender who was too busy filling up glasses to notice at first. However, after several seconds he came over. "What can I do you for boss?" 

Damon was shocked that the bartender did not notice his purebred scent, but they were in a sea of blood and iron. Damon couldn't smell anything. "Actually, I'm looking for information, what do you know about a the Convent?" The look Damon got back from the bartender was not a good one, he felt another confrontation about to come his way.

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Damon had enough of this vampire’s attempts to dodge everything, “Don’t try to act tough, I know all about your kind.” He tore away the left sleeve of his shirt to show  his Mancini family crest, the mark of a born hunter. “You see, I know all the stories. I grew up around the best Vampire hunters in the world. They have killed their fair share of “old” vampires. A stake through the heart is the best way to kill you.” As he turned the stake over in his hand he wondered if Sera knew about purebreds, only one way to find out, “Have you ever heard of the purebred werewolves. Most think of them as a myth, men born as werewolves. They are rumored to have the hearing, nose, strength, and speed of a vampire. Impossible they say. well…” His eyes turned a eerie yellow, his fingernails grew and sharpened to a point. “Now you see, they are not rumors. Time to start telling the truth, why did you send those men to kill me? What do these attacks have to do with you?” His grip on the stake tightened, his rage manifested itself in his eyes. He had enough of the lies. If, she told him everything, he might not kill her. 

[a-batofdenmark]

Sera laughed as she sat down on the window sill. She looked out the window and sighed. “They don’t have anything to do with me directly.” She replied. “At least I don’t think they do, I lost most of them back in boston and tried to hide my tracks as best I could. They’d never think to look in a busy town like this.” Sera looked down. “They’re called the Convent. Like the ones you see with nuns and all that stuff. They go from town to town draining all that breathe. I ran away decades ago. I never thought they would actually find me. It was his fault that I was stuck there in the first place actually. All his fault.” She got quiet and looked back out the window…Knowing that she was going to tell this mutt her entire life story if she wanted to or not.

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"The Convent," Damon let out a sarcastic chuckle, "You expect me to believe the Vampires call themselves that?" He was rolling the stake around in his palm, still trying to decide if he was going to kill her. As she continued her story, Damon was increasing interested; he was considering the possibility of this Convent actually being real. It would explain some of the mass disappearances he learned about in the Academy. Damon was contemplating when he realized that she had stopped talking. When he looked up, he saw that this was the dark part of her past; the part that consumes you. Damon sighed,"and who is he? You haven’t given me any real information other than a name of a organization I don’t even know is real."

[a-batofdenmark]

"I don’t expect YOU to believe any of this. Hell I thought I was in a dream half the time…Sometimes I still do. You think this is easy for me?You are a dog. A filthy run of the mill guard dog. YOU are doing nothing to help. I needed to get out of town, you sniffing around probably brought them here in the first place. They want me back you stupid cur. Don’t you understand? They are searching for me they came here to drag me back there. I left for the safety of everyone I ever cared about. Just as I did back when I left my father all alone. He was left to wonder where it was that I went! Don’t you get it? All I can ever do is run. I don’t expect you to ever believe me, so why bother trying." She looked down in horror at what she was saying. It took her a minute, but after a bit, she smirked and stood up straight as she chuckled. "Word of advice mutt." She leaned back and tapped the window open a crack. "Never back a vampire into a window." 

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Damon felt a sudden shame come over him, he remembered the feeling of being exiled by his father and shunned by his brothers and sisters. He knew that if the ones he cared about were put in danger he might have run too... if he was weak, but he is a weapon to be used against threats to the Mancini clan. He mustered back up his gut and his eyes just in time to see the Vampire crack open the window. "You have got to be kidding me..." He dropped the stake as he started to sprint towards the window, augmenting his speed by his purebred bloodlines, He now had only one goal in mind, learn more about the Convent... then maybe spare the vampire...

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College Update

Hey there everyone! Just wanted to drop in a update about why I have not really been around. I have been busy with college. My labs are killer, but you  have fun with science. I will try to post as much as possible. However if there is a week or two that I am gone please don't hate me.

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