Post by Cait on Sept 30, 2009 8:13:05 GMT -5
?In 2009, where once there was control, we fear it is slipping away…
We are Darkness.
We are Shadow.
New Orleans. A city that never sleeps and knows nothing but partying and recklessness. What better place to breed hordes of Daimons with such easy pray? As night after night falls, more beautiful blonds accumulate in search of a drunken target, alone and nearly offering their souls for the taking.
We are the Rulers of the Night.
The Dark-Hunters are called in. Acheron is present more than is usual, and is being required to pay visits to the ‘Heifer Goddess’ on behalf of many angry Hunters. With Zarek to watch over like a kid, a Greek and Roman trying to embowel each other, a Celt who still thinks of little more than his next sexual conquest, and Were-Hunters much too close to their enemies within the city, it is not a simple time for the Dark-Hunter’s leader. Tempers are flaring, and no one is certain how this can end well.
We, alone, stand between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. We are the Guardians.
The Were-Hunter council at the Omegrion is arguing, Arcadians and Katagaria disregarding their responsibilities and instead going after one another. Mortal battles are taking place more frequently, and their numbers are diminishing, due to their own breed.
The Soulless Keepers.
Our souls were cast out so that we would not forewarn the Daimons we pursue. By the time they see us coming, it's too late.
Squires are turning their backs on the council and their mission. Deceit and betrayal to the others as well as their code is rampant, found to be running down through the roots of the council. Squires most dear to the Hunters are dismissing them without second thought, and some are even turning their allegiance to Stryker, a leader of the Daimons, choosing to use their connections with the Dark-Hunters and leak information back to their enemies. Now, it is a vicious mission to weed out who the spies are and who the Hunters still can trust…if any of them.
The Daimons and Apollites know us. They fear us. We are death to all those who prey upon the humans.
Enough is enough. The Gods and Goddesses war above them for the rights to so many pieces of the mortal world, causing strife not only on Olympus but also on Earth as well. Acheron has grown more mysterious and short with his Dark-Hunters as the stress of the times wears on, and they all are taut with anxiety at what will become of this time, as they know it.
Neither Human, nor Apollite, we exist beyond the realm of the Living, beyond the realm of the Dead.
Everyone is someone in this world, be it Daimon, Were-Hunter, Dream-Hunter, or Dark-Hunter. We are never alone and not the only ones. But who are you and who do you swear your allegiance to at nightfall? Are you on our side, or are you one who wants to watch the entire human race suffer?
We are the Dark-Hunters.
And we are eternal.
Yeah, yeah. Enough of the doom and gloom because, baby, that ain't us. You want to know what a Dark-Hunter is? We are what the intro says. We're Mad, Bad and Immortal. We're ancient warriors with attitudes who fight rough, and play hard.
We are the scary things that go bump in the night. And we love every minute of it. So when you think you're being watched. You just might be. The question is...is it something evil or is it one of us? Come find out. Join us in New Orleans.
We are calling you.