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Basic Facts About My Were's
1. All of those here are werecats, or werecat hybrids.
2. All mentioned have four forms, human, neko, anthro, and beast/animal.
3. Their bodies are constantly rebuilding tissues, organs, and blood, therefore
a wound is healed quickly, unless something prohibits.
4. All are immune to the effects of silver.
5. They are the only ones of their bloodline left alive, the breed supposed
extinct.
6. Their blood is orgasmic, and like a drug when taken into another's body.
It also is an endless supply, so drinking it alone cannot kill any of below mentioned werecats. The blood can also increase
healing, or power levels of the creature that is drinking it, depending on the amount.
7. My werecats are based upon different shifter mythologies throughout time
such as Japanese, Native American, Egyptian, Norse, Slavic, Aztec, etc. (Not late European, Hamilton, Rice, White Wolf or
Underworld so don't draw assumptions)
8. Not all of my werecats are immortal. Those that are not immortal are: Kitty,
Alanna, and Yuki.
History of My Werecats coming soon.
Lives of beasts can never
be measured, for in truth, the monsters of this world known as Rhy'Din is never ending. Creatures of dark and light, fire
and water, a breath of life must fight to become worthy in the eyes of the world. Eyes gaze upon them in fear, loathing, and
hate, "Monsters" they pierce the air with horrid cries, as those creatures suffer the sting of burning torment. "Monsters"
they cried, though in truth, who could really be called the Monsters? Those creatures bred to kill, to butcher the world around
them in ruthless fashion, and now fighting for the right to simply exist. Or are those responsible for bringing the wash of
power over the earth, controlling what they could never leash for a short time out of greed, lust, and the need for more power
in the lands. They unleashed upon the world an atrocity that would shake the boundaries of sanity, and shatter the world of
the innocent, leaving a wound in the earth as it is knocked from its delicate balance. Still those eyes are
cast in envious, hateful stares, words of venom leaking into the air as those siblings are trapped between the roles they
were created for, or the purpose higher than they could have ever imagined. Hands stained in deep crimson, drip the reek of
the dead, faces splattered in the decay of the victims that would fall at their blood soaked feet. Is there any reason behind
such cruel actions, or are have they lost all sanity in a mask of clotted gore? They will fight for the right to exist, and
they will use any means necessary for revenge on those that dared defy the laws nature, bringing them onto a plane they were
never meant to touch so intimately. Siblings they are, gods they will forever remain.
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