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Date: 9th Febuary, Year 109.
Tag: @Noel Kreiss.

Back pressed to a stone wall, Severen snuck a look ‘round the corner at the train that’d pulled into the station. He broke out into a smug smirk at the sight of a lone female stepping on to the platform, arms folded across her chest. All right. He wouldn’t have to deal with coarse stubble scratching at his skin… Unless she was one of those women.

She was as purty as a peach, the station lights flickering across smooth skin. Long eyelashes framed hazel eyes, which shifted from green to brown and back again in the fuzzy glow. She was tall and willowy, her shapely hips swayin’ as she glided up the platform, her back to him.

Severen grinned and nodded slowly, admiring her the way a hunter admires a well boned deer, before raising his rifle to his shoulder. He would’ve preferred to have been the hunter’s hound dog and played with her some first, but holy sheeit, he was so fuckin’ hungry tonight. Why, his belly thought his throat had been slit. He’d make it real snappy tonight.

The train pulled out the station with a deep throated rumble and a metallic rattle an’ clatter of wheels, fading off into a blackness that even he couldn’t penetrate with his super duper night vision. Severen took its dignified exit as his cue to creep out from his hiding spot, prowling up behind his purty lil’ doe with the grace and silence of a mountain lion.

Mmm. She sure smelt good. And he didn’t mean the rich fruity smells of perfume and soap. He meant the blood throbbing beneath her flesh.

He clamped hold of her head with both hands, leaning near her ear to rasp: “Nothin’ personal.”

Severen bared his teeth in a half grin, half snarl, wrenching on her skull and breaking that slender doe neck. The jagged sound of splitting and snapping bones pierced the silent, silent station. He’d said he was gonna make her death real snappy and had kept his fuckin’ word. Whoo!

He rode her wilting body to the asphalt, biting down on her neck and puncturing skin.
 

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It had been less than a month since the change, and slowly he felt like he was getting the hang of it. Sure, he still had a long way to go when it came to controlling his feeling and not shifting unexpectedly, but then he supposed that he would find out just how in control he was when the full moon hit. Apparently, that would be one of the tougher challenges in dealing with his new persona, seeing as all his emotions would seemingly be out of whack. Hopefully, he would have Scott to help him out when that time came, but for now he was making the best of things. He had technically given the guy the go ahead to turn him in the first place, after all, so if things did go wrong, he had only himself to blame!

Venturing out at night, the darkness was a pretty good cover for getting in some solo training, for if he shifted then, it was unlikely anyone would see him, much less recognise him. Still a little risky maybe, but if he could just practise getting some use out of his new abilities, to control them and the beast within, then maybe this whole thing wouldn't be so bad after all!

Unfortunately, it seemed as though he wasn't the only potential monster out that night, as he stopped to rest just half a block away from train station. Hearing the rattling and rumbling of the last train rolling in, he paused, crouching on the rooftop he had found himself on. Already more agile and athletic than most average humans, this in itself was nothing new to him, but hearing a train from half a black away? While he was starting to get the hang of turning the super hearing thing on and off, sometimes these things caught him unawares, but as he listened to the train making it's exit, the sound slowly fading into the distance, he decided not to dwell too much on it and just carry on. At least, that had been the plan.

As he continued to crouch upon the rooftop, pondering his next move, the sound of something cracking caused him to shudder as he leaned over the edge of the roof in an effort to figure out where the sound had come from. Was that...bone snapping? Though he should have thought better of it, it would be against his nature to not investigate when someone was in trouble. Especially once he closed in and was almost overpowered by the smell of fresh, newly spilled blood. Was he too late?

Before he knew it, Noel found himself in the station, screeching to a halt as he took in the scene before him. He didn't need to have werewolf senses to figure out that the figure on the floor was indeed dead, her killer still very much present. Again, he didn't need super human senses, or to be a genius, to guess that the male leaning over her had been responsible. Was he drinking her...Noel had very little time carry on with that trail of thought before the anger kicked in, the rage of a life so needlessly taken. So much for getting control, he thought as his features shifted, sharp teeth and claws growing, as well as a little extra hair. Eyes glowing golden, he roared as he lunged for the murderer, claws outstretched and his blades still formly in their sheathes. Hopefully, the loss of control wouldn't last too long, and he could get back to actually thinking.
 
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Severen greedily suckled on the dead gal’s neck like a lil’ piglet goin’ at its mama’s teat, but that sure didn’t taste like no milk. He couldn’t get it down his throat fast enough, hot droplets spilling over his chin. Mmm. This was so fuckin’ good that his tongue wanted to smash out his front teeth. He would’ve whooped with joy if he hadn’t had a mouth full of the gal’s mighty fine blood.

Too fixated on his meal, he didn’t notice the party pooper until they roared at him. Severen turned to look - and caught a face full of claws, which caused hot, stingin’ knives of pain to erupt beneath his flesh. Four long claw marks crookedly striped the left side of his handsome puss, filling up with blood.

Severen hissed like a gnarly cat-snake hybrid, rearing backwards from the limp body, plus the douchebag that’d disturbed him. He bared his red smeared teeth in an outraged snarl, dripping a mix of blood and slobber down the front of his shirt and leather jacket. Hoo boy! Some lil’ shitkicker was looking to have their tonsils kicked out their asshole! He’d happily humor ‘em.

He got his first real look at the douchebag, his snarl twitching into an incredulous grin. Holy sheeit! That was one ugly fuck! They - he - looked like a fuckin’ Sasquatch! Oh, boy. Did Severen wish he had Jesse an’ Homer an’ the rest of the gang with him right now. They would’ve laughed their fuckin’ asses off at this fugly creature from a bad horror movie.

And yet beneath the pronounced brow, the fangs an’ claws, there was somethin’ real familiar about the Sasquatch. It was that kinda goshdarn infuriating familiarity that you couldn’t dislodge from the tip of your tongue. Oh, well. Maybe it’d come to him when he was separating the thing’s head from its shoulders. Hoo boy! That fugly face would look great mounted on some redneck’s wall!

“Howdy, Mr Bigfoot,” Severen grinned wider at him, the expression tugging on his wounded face. The claw marks had already clotted into deep red scabs, growing shorter as his flesh knitted itself faster than any combat medic could do with needle and thread. “Ah like a good Mexican standoff as much as the next meathead, but y’mind givin’ me five minutes? Ah’d like to finish mah supper. Awful shame to let it go cold, don’t you think, Mr Monkey Man?”
 
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Bigfoot? What the hell was a bigfoot, Noel wondered, glancing down at his feet. Nope, they hadn't grown, still human sized and tucked nicely into his sandals. It felt good to get back into his usual attire, although it was only now he realised that he probably looked a little funny in this state while wearing sirwal style trousers. Wasn't it funny what entered your head when you weren't thinking right? Or at all, in this case.

As the murderer continued on, clearly amused by his sudden appearance, but very much wanting to finish his 'supper'. He had no idea what this guy was, but he sure didn't smell human, and the super quick healing mirrored his own ability. A fight hear probably wouldn't get them anywhere, but then why had he even jumped in like that? It was too late to save the woman's life, and whatever kind of monster he was, was it really that different to him hunting monsters? While angered by the loss of human life, it had hardly been needless. This thing needed to feed. Then again, more people would die if he didn't do something while he could.

Regaining control of himself, Noel shifted back into human form, but continued to stare hard at the creature before him.

"I get that you gotta eat, but you think I'm just gonna leave you to it? Leave other people in danger", he asked coldly, even though somewhere deep inside he wondered if he was acting like some kind of hypocrite. After all, he'd killed people too, but that had been a different kind of hunt. He had been trying to make life better for the majority y dealing with those who harmed them.
 
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The Sasquatch’s features straightened ‘emselves out in front of him, becoming those of some angst ridden purty boy. Severen recognized him real fast.

“Holy sheeit! Holy sheeit!” he hooted and whooped in delight, too distracted by the Bigfoot’s true identity to pay his comments any mind. “Well knock me down and steal mah teeth! You’re that blind kid! You sure got one hell of an upgrade, son! Whoo! Way to go, buddy!”

Severen quietened to grin with his red smeared teeth at the monkey boy, a bloodied tendril of saliva dangling permanently from his chin. “Ah figure you’ve been wonderin’ about that other guy in the woods. Did ah ever catch him, hmm? You bet your ass ah did! Mmm.” He paused to lick and suck his fingers clean. “That one had real fruity blood. Hah! Hah! Whoo!”

He’d been so tongue slammingly tasty that Severen hadn’t even minded none when the blind kid had got away from him. But look how they’d been brought back together again! Praise the fuckin’ Lord!

“Hey, lil’ buddy.” Severen’s grin grew sly, his eyes glinting coldly. “How's your vision now?”

He balled his hand into a fist, proceeding to drive it into the dead center of his chest. Severen would apply enough force to send the average person flyin’ backwards several meters.
 

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Noel recoiled in surprise as the man suddenly started whooping and cheering as if his transformation had been the best thing he had seen all night! He acted as though he was pleased for him, but there was no longer any doubt in his mind that they had met before. He knew who this was, even before he mentioned the other figure who had ran from the woods (at least, that's where he figured they were). Though he supposed his fate had been sealed the moment he had entered the scene, hearing of his death at this crazed murderers hands caused a pang of anger that he was dimmed somewhat when he balled his fists, claws cutting into his hands as he did so. This guy would need to be dealt with, but he needed to be in control.

He still wasn't sure just how he had gotten away that day, but knowing that it could have been him, maybe even should have been...and now this woman was dead too, drank dry by this monster. He didn't have much more time to further ponder that thought, as the crazy guy closed in on him, having definitely recognised him and asking how his vision was now. Not out of concern either, but before he knew it, the guy's fist hit him hard in the chest, sending him flying backward a few feet. Thankfully, he was able to quickly right himself, using a hand to steady himself as he landed, before glaring back at him, his eyes flashing bright gold was once again, before he made his own move. Dashing forward at a speed that he never could have reached as a normal human, Noel drew his blades as he did so, hoping to snag him on the way past with just enough force to show that he was serious. He'd prefer not to shift again unless he was in full control, and right now he wasn't sure if he could even control his anger, never mind the beast within.

"Great, better than ever, even", he answered coldly, before realising that he had stopped just in front of the dead woman, eyes still opened wide in shock and surprise at how quickly her end had come. "You could say I've changed a little since last time, but I can see you're still the same monster.", he added. They hadn't been introduced last time, in fact he hadn't even seen his face, but he recalled their last meeting and had a score to settle.
 
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Woo hoo! His fist connected with the closet Sasquatch, though he didn’t fly back as far as he would’ve done if he’d been prey. He righted himself faster than prey, too, blurring towards him. Tough sonuvabitch! It was like he’d traded in his barn sour and got himself a bangtail!

Severen tried to anticipate the collision, but holy sheeit, the lil’ wiener was quick now, quicker even than green grass through a goose. He caught Severen across the left shoulder and pectoral with his pig stickers, tearing through jacket and flesh. Always the fuckin’ jacket. He grunted in acknowledgement of the fleeting pain, feeling hot blood seep into his t-shirt.

Monster?” he laughed, placing a hand to his chest. “Gee. You sure know how to wound a man! That one’s goin’ to have me cryin’ into mah pillow tonight!”

All the times he’d been called a monster by somebody. If words were money, he would’ve been one helluva rich monster by now. Hoo boy! He was livin’ in the high cotton!

An’ the only thing he wanted to buy was a good strong drink. Severen had noted how close Mister Bigfoot had stopped by his meal, which had him sighing inwardly. No chance of stealin’ some quick mouthfuls now. It was probably starting to go cold, anyhow.

“What a fuckin’ waste. You’re a real hard case not letting me finish mah chow,” he remarked with exaggerated disappointment, stalking towards the limp body. “You gonna let me throw her on the tracks before we fight? They’ll figure she jumped in front of a train. I’m gonna throw you on ‘em, too, once you’re dead. They’ll think that it was a suicide pact.”

Severen paused to tilt his head, batting his eyelashes up at the stars and grinning goofily. His voice was as sweet an’ gooey as corn syrup. “Ain’t that fuckin’ romantic? Together even in death.”

Not waiting to get the boy’s permission - he didn’t need no fuckin’ permission from anybody - he made to duck low and clamp hold of the dead woman under the arms.
 

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Though he heard him wince as his blades connected, even smelled the blood, it seemed as though it had barely even stung. Healed pretty quick too, which was something they had in common now. If they fought here, then it would be a long fight.

Okay, so now he was being sarcastic. Great, but Noel only glared as he continued, a little put out that he hadn't been able to finish his 'chow'. He stalked toward them, eyes on his prey. Noel fonce again felt the anger bubble up inside of him, making him realise just what Scott had meant by his emotions feeling more 'raw'. He barely even acknowledged his first words, but he got the part about making it look like a suicide. He then threatened to throw him down there with him, once he had apparently killed him, but by now his breath came a little too fast as he tried in vain to fight the anger. so he was going to be the one to die huh?

"I've got a better idea", he spoke darkly, and before he even really knew what was happening, he found himself shifting again, going for the guy throat in and attempt to hold him a few feet off the ground. If he succeeded, he would throw him a few feet away, before advancing further, still in wolf form and bearing his sharpened teeth with a low growl. If not, then he would still glare at his opponent, determined to end this murderous thing!
 

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The lil’ wiener decided to impersonate a gorilla, growing fuzz and seizing hold of Severen’s throat. He threw him a couple meters as though he was a playthang - an ol’ tire or piece of rope - in the monkey house at the zoo. Well, all right! This boy had sure grown up into a (ape) man!

Severen slammed into a brick wall, the collision numbin’ his spinal cord. He bared his teeth at the approaching Bigfoot, lips twisted in a half grin, half snarl, his eyes hard, bright, wild with rage an’ mirth. Oh, he’d knock this asswipe so hard, he’d see tomorrow today. Whoo!

“Gonna dislocate your jaw, boy,” Severen hissed at him. “Then tear the fangs out by their roots. They’ll look real purty ‘round mah neck on a chain. What d’you reckon? Gold or silver?”

Or maybe they’d look better danglin’ on colored cord. Anythin’ shiny was a lil’ too high-falutin’.

He lunged to meet the Sasquatch, feigning a punch to the jaw with his left fist, then swinging his right. His real intention was to slam the hairy kid in the gut. The force would’ve sent the average Joe sprawlin’ on their ass, their belly filling up with blood from several ruptured organs.
 

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Noel wasn't sure exactly how hard he had managed to throw him, but whatever this son of a bitch was, he was tough. He didn't want to think what that kind of an impact would have on an ordinary human. Still, as he approached he could see that he had at least pissed him off, half snarling and half grinning, somewhere between that and amusement. Though revenge for the humiliation suffered while he had been blinded hadn't been on the cards (he didn't even know who this guy was until he opened his mouth), it sure felt good! too good, maybe.

Hissing threats about tearing out his teeth and wearing them (seriously?), Noel continued his approach when the other lunged to meet him, aiming a punch at his jaw. He attempted to duck out of the way, only to be met by another fist in the gut. landing on his knees, Noel gasped as he didn't think he had ever been hit so hard in his life, even by Caius! Thankfully, part of the whole werewolf gig was fast healing, so any damage caused by the hit was already starting to heal itself. Probably a little slower than usual, seeing as he had to get over the initial shock first, but at least it wouldn't kill him.

With a half groan, half growl, Noel stumbled back onto his feet, the pain beginning to subside, but not as quickly as he would have liked. Golden eyes glared sharply at his opponent, instinctively baring his teeth as he got his breath back.

"You're going to regret that.", he snarled before lunging once again, his blades forgotten in their sheaths as he intended to dig his claws so deep that this guy wouldn't ever be able to kill again. This guy was tough though, too tough, and it seemed that they both could heal. This was going to be a long night.
 

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He managed to drive the ape man to his knees, which had Severen laughin’ and whoopin’ into the empty air. Whoo! All right! He raised his arms up as though holding a trophy or heavy weight belt, turning a full three hundred sixty to show it to the hollerin’ crowd in his mind.

Regrets? Him?

Naw. Ah don’t regret jack shit,” he responded cheerfully.

The Sasquatch lunged at him, Severen’s arms still raised with vicious victory above his head. He didn’t even try to block him, grunting as the Bigfoot dug his claws into his unprotected torso, what felt like red hot daggers slippin’ in between his ribs. Warm blood soaked his t-shirt.

Severen frowned in pain, but then he stepped as close as he could to the ape man, meat and muscle squelching as the claws sunk deeper into his torso. He wanted to get close enough so that they would’ve been able to share a kiss - if either one of ‘em had felt that way. Yoop!

“Hey, curly wolf,” he bared his teeth in a huge grin, a lil’ of his own blood trickling out the corner of his mouth. He was probably blowin’ the sharp, sour stank of it on the fugly fuzzy face of the real tough guy. “Ah think you’re tickling mah spleen with those pig stickers of yours!”

Gusting out a laugh, he proceeded to drive the crown of his skull into the Sasquatch’s nose with the force of a battering ram. Severen wouldn’t mind the headache none if it crumbled his hooter.
 

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"Yeah, figured as much..." he muttered mostly to himself. One day, he would get that awful whooping sound out of his head, but now he feared he would be hearing it for a long time yet, even if he killed the guy! He might at this rate, even if it was just to shut him up!

He then lunged at him, sharp claws sinking into his torso like knives through hot butter, blood oozing from the newly afflicted wounds, a satisfied growl escaping him. No, he shouldn't be happy to be inflicting pain on others, he realised, willing himself to get a grip.

Though he clearly felt that, the other somehow managed to push himself even closer, forcing his claws in deeper and causing Noel to yelp in surprise. He then spoke as though he didn't practically have Noel's entire hand stuck in him informing him that he was 'tickling his spleen'. Damn this guy, what was with him? As he tried to free his claws from their fleshy prison, he had less than a split second to react as the crown of his opponents head smashed into his face with a force that would have shattered his skull, had he still been human. Instead, a shower of blood erupted as his nose took the brunt of the hit. He might have blacked out for a second or two, or maybe even a few minutes, but he doubted the latter. He'd be dead. He came too on the ground, not sure how he got there but with his injury already starting to heal itself. That didn't stop it from being so damn painful though!

Catching his breath, he glared up at his opponent, no doubt whooping for joy.

"What the hell are you?", he growled, though he doubted he would get a straight answer. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew, although he could have easily killed him last time. Even though back then, he would have been easy pickings. He'd put that down to luck, though.
 

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