a roleplay I'm setting up played via comments, send me a note if you want to join.

setting: The Darkmoon District, or Draikmahn Dorlah, is an ancient territory left over from a vast empire that dissolved in caos hundreds of centuries ago. a paradise of forests and mountains, caverns and volcanic hotspots, it is also known as an area of constant warring between rulers, races and tribes. this age is no different. the mountain dragons have gained controll of a great magic power source deep in the mountains of the north, and have raised an army of half demon-half zombie creatures that seem to be unstoppable. they are searching for something though, and the one thing that's certain is nothing good will come of them finding it.

rules: no godmodding, playing another person's character or killing it without thier permission, or graphic sexual stuff (cybering). and no one liners if you can help it.

On with the story:
Redblood shuffled his wings, staring momentarily up at the sliver moon. he was perched against the trunk of an old pine, it's thick branches hiding the hawk effectivley from the night predators. Being the size of a harpy eagle with bright blood red feathers didnt help. he picked at a jess strap still attached to his leg, keeping alert for anything moving around him. the thick leather band circling his leg tasted bad and was as tough as iron. damn that fool who thought he'd make a good pet. damn Hadriarch and his dragon band, thier hunters who stalked the woods even now, and the demons they commanded. Damn the fools in the resistance, thinking that those monsters meant no harm. "oh yess, just because they have an army of undead demon marauders doesn't mean they will use them to start a war... chsss..." the leather on his leg started to part, ripping down to a split metal ring in the middle. pulling at it with the other foot, he opened his wings to keep his balance. something move in the brush not too far away, and he folded his wings as quietly as he could, listening and watching for whatever it was. the thing moved again, stepping out into a patch of moonlight. its silver fur bristled and wavered as it swung its head around, listening for prey. It was a Katrilla, a race of mad cats once thought to be extinct, but now they were being seen everywhere. Redblood stayed absoluley still, waiting for the cat to move away into the trees. the jess on his leg was still tangled up in his claws, and he tried to untangle it as quietley as possible before he fell off the tree limb. the rest of the jess parted suddenly and fell off his leg before he could catch it. it clattered off the branches, instantly attracting the attention of the Katrilla. staring up into the darkness, the cat jumped in surprise as the scrap of leather hit it on the head. It sniffed at the torn jess and jumped up into the tree, climbing with unreal speed. Redblood caught a glipse of something just before he flapped into the air. a black spiked collar on the katrilla's neck.

the katrilla jumped out of the tree after him, it's curved two inch claws brushing his tailfeathers. redblood circled around, iterested to see what would happen when a cat that couldn't fly jumped eighty feet out of a tree. dissapiontingly, the katrilla landed in another tree and then on the ground, it's fur slightly ruffled. the black collar glittered in the half light as it yowled up at him. Redblood circled once more, getting a good look at the katrilla before folding his wings and diving like a thunderbolt. his claws filled with a firey glow, and he struck out at the katrilla as it jumped. it hissed and held a blackened paw above the ground, jumping again and swiping at the hawk with it's good paw. Redblood attacked it's unprotected side, burning the fur off the back of the katrillas neck. it screeched and snapped at him, but Redblood was nowhere to be seen. the cat yowled and spun around only for redblood to dive out of a tree behind it and bury his talons into the Katrillas neck just above its collar. the katrilla screeched, twisting and turning, trying to throw Redblood off. he drove his talons deeper into it's burned flesh, trying to avoid being spiked on the katrillas collar. he tore the back of its neck open, flapping up above the katrilla's jumping range. the katrilla hissed in pain, its head shaking as blood poured down its coat. it jumped again just as redblood dove again, a huge clawed paw knocking him out of the air. the katrilla was on him before he could move, it's hot breath and sharp teeth almost on him when it flew back with an explosion of flame, it's face blackened. the hawk jumped upand managed to grab the katrillas nose by pure luck. it snarled and tried to shake his hold off in a spray of blood, but Redblood had gotten a hold on it's throat with his other foot. the cat's claws raked at him but he held on, tearing into the big arterey in its neck. he was flung off, scrabbling to get away from the ferocious cat. the katrilla tried to yowl but all that came out was a bubbling hiss. the big cat tried to get up, choking on it's own blood. the gurgling hiss continued for several munutes before the katrilla fell silent, dead.

((wow.. this is junk. it turned out waaay longer than I thought it would too... its kind of like overwriter's block where I can't seem to end what I'm writing about. It should get better though))