May 1st 1944 part 2.i finshed puking up my insides and looked around. A sherman tank drove by me and i saw the mess hall. i walked over to the tent and saw some guys and i asked them wheres C-battlion. Much to my horror they said that THEY were it. I was now with 8 dipshits in nazi contry. Just great.More Like This
Moonborn (Brainstorming)Natalie ran her hands over her arms, feeling the raised scars that covered them. She remembered how each one came to be; self-inflicted or otherwise. She remembered the tools used to create them -- scissors, knives, claws, teeth. And she remembered the blood.More Like This
So much blood.
At one time, she'd been part of a small pack in the city. They holed up in the abandoned subway tunnels, and were a close-knit group made up of a dozen or so Rogues who'd met each other by chance. It was a beloved tradition of theirs to participate in weekly fights, upon which the rest of the pack would place friendly wagers. She had been their champion, having only two losses in the ring.
It was a way for them to practice their combat skills and was surprisingly effective at maintaining their bonds. When the Alpha of that region found out about these fights, scornfully nicknamed "dogfights," he'd ordered their extermination. She and three others were the only ones to escape, and she hadn't heard from them since. Sh