A -little- thing called Nekos

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Ok, so as you may know, Nekos have come to the site. BUT, not just anyone can have one, it's like a special item that you need to obtain. The only ones who have Nekos at the moment, are myself, Sakirou and Saruka, but ONE NEKO per person. Also, that neko must be approved by yours truely, seeing as I don't want fifty-thousand nekos to run around.


NEKO RULES/POWERS;

Place the Vampyre rules here, it's pretty much most of that. Nekos have to feed, but not as much as vampyres do, just once every now and then, but the taste is addicting. Hybreds between vamps and nekos take on the vampyre side of the blood drinking, so you must drink it everyday.

-Nekos aren't really on the strong side, they are weaker then vampyres but not by much. They make up for it in speed and agility though.

-Nekos are faster then vampyre's and lycans, they usually have a slender body frame, and aren't usually bulky.

-When angered to a certain point, it doesn't matter how much self control you have, you WILL change into your feline form. The temper triggers it off and you have no control over the change, it doesn't matter if you are 100% neko or 1% neko you will change, even if you don't want to, or if you didn't realize you even were one.

-Talking about the feline change, Nekos can change whenever they want, and range from small house cats to large jungle beasts.

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A morbid decision, the gun to your head, you scream to the heavens though out you still bled. She begs for forgiveness though your mind is denied, the access it lacks as your eyes fall to the black abyss.

A morbid decision, the gun to your head, you scream to the sky though out you still bled. She begs for forgiveness though your mind is denied, the access it lacks and the tears that she cried. Your eyes fade out to the black abyss.

These broken wings they glide less, as the night presumes its reckless, the moon held between our eyes, whats left of tonight if we die? Take a glance into the tainted future, nothing left except the bones and decaying withers. The icy chills run down your spine, as the morning sun denys your eyes. Heavens calling earlier than expected, through Hells' acceptant preaching, for all the hatred that you caused an angel left is a earthquake created.

Trusted memories soon become imagioned hallucinations. Stitched, beat down, worn and broken. Lays a soul so prown to bleeding. Accusations called upon the weakened. Lifeless.

A morbid decision. The gun to your head. You scream to the heavens. Though out you still bled. She begs for forgiveness. Your mind is denied. The access it needs to be able to die. Your soul is uprising. the blackness is calling. The ease of the ground and the weightless flying. But life is not over it all gets renewed. Lack of bliss. Fade into the black abyss.

Invaded intrusions, calm you down. The ones that had harmed you are all gone now. Behind the broken and weakened souls one becomes many and with them you all fall.

'Over-casting moonlight, shadowing through the stars, glistening upon the restless, whom try to find out who they are. Mentioned upon entering, the over-baring room, the fences that restrain them will soon become their tomb.'




Jeremey Tobbert