Post by Sonata Admin on Jul 18, 2008 7:10:44 GMT -5
Allure the free thinking mind into black holes of odious,
New York City - it's well populated (crowded, even), big, and varied. It's a popular tourist spot, what with everything you can see and do there...Basically, it's a well loved place.
But no one knows that, right beneath their noses, there's a whole other civilization, a whole other species. The werecats. They're similar to werewolves, in a way, except no full moon draws out the monster in them. It can be brought on by strong emotions, such as anger, sadness, or lust. They lose control of themselves, abandoning all though, and becoming feral, in a way. Claws sprout from their fingertips, the pupils of their golden eyes becomes slitted, like a cat's - and with their superhuman speed, strength and agility, they can be a complete killing machine. Not to mention all werecats are extremely beautiful - with pale skin, and near-perfect features and bodies. The people of New York are in constant danger from the hundreds of possible menaces that lurk right in plain sight, and they don't even know it. Because, while most werecats try to abstain from losing control, some instigate it, try to lose control on purpose. And as the death toll in New York City gradually rises higher, who's to know if any humans will be left at all in the future?
Teeter in human imagination as fallible ponderings.
S O N A T A
how we long for the deep sleep dreaming
[/center][/font]New York City - it's well populated (crowded, even), big, and varied. It's a popular tourist spot, what with everything you can see and do there...Basically, it's a well loved place.
But no one knows that, right beneath their noses, there's a whole other civilization, a whole other species. The werecats. They're similar to werewolves, in a way, except no full moon draws out the monster in them. It can be brought on by strong emotions, such as anger, sadness, or lust. They lose control of themselves, abandoning all though, and becoming feral, in a way. Claws sprout from their fingertips, the pupils of their golden eyes becomes slitted, like a cat's - and with their superhuman speed, strength and agility, they can be a complete killing machine. Not to mention all werecats are extremely beautiful - with pale skin, and near-perfect features and bodies. The people of New York are in constant danger from the hundreds of possible menaces that lurk right in plain sight, and they don't even know it. Because, while most werecats try to abstain from losing control, some instigate it, try to lose control on purpose. And as the death toll in New York City gradually rises higher, who's to know if any humans will be left at all in the future?
Teeter in human imagination as fallible ponderings.
S O N A T A
how we long for the deep sleep dreaming