To start off,i will post a werewolf transformation.
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Rain pours down in the city. A figure trembles in the depths of a dark alley his body racked by spasms. The moon rises above climbing to the heavens as his body shakes. He can feel the transformation coming.  It begins by a surge of pain going through him,as his bones start to shape themselves into canine form.cracking is heard and his spine shapes and bends under his skin. More cracking as his feet and hands start to shape,and the nails on his hands start to bleed as claws push them out.His teeth grow sharp and eyes start to grow golden and the ears make their way upwards.With the forming of the ears his hearing blasts,and every sound is amplified.With his eyes changing,the night becomes brighter and everything is more detailed.His face starts to form into a muzzle as his teeth are sharp as can be and long.

as his nose forms,his sense of smell also explodes and everything around him gains a stronger scent,as well as far off things.his body has been growing fur,jet black with a few streaks of silver and a the tailbone grows,getting longer and growing fur as well.as the final bones crack and his body shapes itself,the moon has done it's job and there stands an immense wolf,ready to hunt.
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how you guys like dat?

hehe,your turn.

yep

Yeah,but thats just werewolf based.this is all kinds based.
btw,i have a new something.
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   A huge splash announces the arrival of a large purple-scaled dragon as she rises from a large pond in the floor, leading into the ocean and onto land. She has deep purple scales, and light blue eyes, as well as a long snake like tail and regular, bat like wings. She has two, long whiskers also. As she thunders out, salty water covered the floor and a large thump is heard as her feet hit the floor. She shakes her body much like a dog, sending the water against the walls. The floor, walls, and ceiling are white and adorned with rubies and sapphires in a pattern that could be described as wind, or waves. It is also big enough for two dragons of her size to walk side by side. Along the walls, all the way down it are torches, making the gems and her hide glow, covering the hall in red, purple, and blue. The great dragon looks behind her, her long whiskers reaching beyond her tail. She finally gives up watching behind her and starts walking down the hall, her claws clicking on the marble as she walks. She nervously shifts her wings, as the end of her tail twitches. She knows something is following her, but can’t see anything. She looks behind her again, slitted eyes darting all over the place, but nothing is there. She continues, and at the end of the hall there are two doors with silver trees on them. She walks up to the doors and inspects the trees. They are indeed silver, and she can see all the lines in the bark and every last leaf on them. She looks behind her again, and seeing nothing she pushes the doors open with her snout, walking into a plain white room. At one end, there is a harp with two clear puddles on each side. Every once in a while, water drops would jump from one puddle to the other, playing the harp in a soft, slow melody. At the other end, is an elf sitting at a plain wood desk, scrawling something on a piece of parchment with a jet-black feather longer than her arm. Her hair is long and bright red, and she is wearing a small crown that looks like it is made of water.

A vampire having a thirst......


As my eyes shoot around the club, watching all of the different people, my body sits there. Every few seconds I raise me arm up, holding a plastic red cup, and take a sip. The loud music, with a incredible bass speaker the size of a small compact car. It made everything within the building shake and tremble. It also made a crowd of young, rebellious men and woman come in the building. All of the light, and colors flashed along every wall of the room, and kind of gave me a headache. Of course I was enjoying myself, even though I was sitting there. My friend was putting this big “partyâ€� on, and him with a group of crazy haired woman came over and tried to get me up to dance. They reeked of strong liquor and cigarette smoke that I could probably smell them across the room with all these other scents mixed in the middle. Every inch of their bodies were covered in bracelets and glow sticks, and their faces covered in paint. My mind instantly told me to refuse, so I sat there and spoke nothing but long deep breathes. They seemed to get the message and turn around, disappointed. Honestly, I wasn’t feeling all that good once I entered that building. Maybe it’s a couple people who decided not to shower for a few weeks. Maybe it is all the liquor and smoke. Lights continue to flash and I could barley hear my own voice over the hard rock. There was a constant scream or yell coming from the cloud and I started to get a headache. Well it’s a party; something is bound to happen to you, no? I continued to sit and observe the many males and females throwing their bodies along the room. There has only been one person who had to be thrown out because he got extremely intoxicated and threw a bottle at someone. My eyes flash along the crowd, scanning everybody and everything. Some of them were wearing pretty silly suits with straps and Halloween costumes and robes. A man just ram by me with a lampshade over his head, screaming “PARTY!â€� over and over again. There is actually some pretty attractive woman I saw moving along the crowd, but as I kept observing them, they eventually did one thing or another that I would look down upon. The same thing went on for another hour. People get drunk, smacking into each other, and one gets thrown out. I look at my watch and late night is starting to come over. My watch reads “1:00 AMâ€�, but I can’t tell…There are no windows anywhere within here. I take another sip of my cup and finish it off, slamming it down on the table. As I do so, I hear a sound of plastic cups hitting the ground. My head cocks to the right to see six or seven of them lying on the ground. The table is completely filled up with them also. I look up, a little ashamed, to make sure so one has seen that I’ve been drinking this much. I didn’t much seem drunk, just thirsty. My headache grows worse as I watch the people move around. I clench my stomach and try to calm my frantic breathing. I stare back up at the crowd again; none of them seem to notice me. I shut my eyes and try to figure out how to stop this. My mind goes through all these options. Call an ambulance, not that serious, call my friend, call a relative, take drugs, and get out of the building. I open my eyes and look up to see a young woman looking down on me with a concerned face. Her body is so close to me, it seems to cover most of the flashing lights.  She was one of the attractive women I spotted earlier. I breathe in deeply through my nose and seem to catch an odd scent. It was very unique and sticked out from everything else I’ve been exposed to tonight. I stand up, right next to her and smell again, it gets stronger. It smells so amazing. I look back over to the woman again and my eyes uncontrollably wander down to her smooth neck. I lean in closer, smelling her. She doesn’t seem to mind, and as I move in, it still gets stronger. It is her. Images of bloodbaths of human bodies flash through my mind. I keep staring at her some more, seem to my lost in my own little world. My hands start to shake enough for anybody to notice and I lean in closer to her. I mustn’t do what I’m thinking, for then who knows what will happen. I put my arms around her shoulders and pretend like I’m crying for an excuse to cling onto her. I begin to sob for real and she wraps her arms around me too, trying to comfort. My mouth starts to open as I hold onto her. No matter how hard I try to resist, some force easily pulls me back in. I begin to uncontrollably lick her neck, and she begins to get weirded out. Now I have not many options with almost any time to react with it. I can sit there and continue licking her, making her leave me, or I can bite down on her now. I can’t take it anymore. At this point my mind has left my body, along with all remaining humanity. With that I open my mouth and bite down hard on the vein on her neck. She screams in horrible pain. The music quiets down and everybody looks this way. A small panic starts to come over everybody. Voices of “What is he doing?â€� and “Get off of her!â€� yells out from some people. I grip onto her, making sure she doesn’t escape. I don’t care if anybody sees, or so I think. Blood slowly runs out of her a dark crimson. It runs down into my mouth, and drips down my chin. I close my eyes in pleasure, loving every moment of this. She screams louder, in so much pain, she doesn’t dare move. A man comes up to me and yells to let go of her. I let go of the woman and she collapses to the floor. I turn around to the man and scream, the woman’s blood covering the entire bottom half of my face. Fury filled me so quickly that without no thought of it whatsoever, my arm swings into his ribcage and he falls to the ground, sliding across the room. I turn around and look back at the woman, still laying there. The flashing colorful lights are still going, music still playing. The man lies across the room, groaning in pain, probably because I broke one of his ribs. I walk to the woman and stand over her. She lays there staring back at me. Tears are rolling down her face as she pleads for me to stop. Her face in terror. I just simply lick my lips and grin evilly, crouching down over her neck again. I lick some of the blood up from her neck and temptation to bite down comes to be greater than before. Quickly, my mouth goes around her neck down again and I bite down. She screams again, a blood-curdling scream and I bite down as hard as I can. Savoring every moment, the woman begins to grow silent. I lay her down on the ground, with my teeth still in her. I push her down on the floor and pull up on my mouth. Rips and crack are heard and I am thrown on my back with a chuck of her throat in my mouth. Everyone else starts to scream in horror and try to escape. Someone shouts to call the swat team. I crawl back over to her twitching body and grab onto her arm and start pulling. It doesn’t take long before I rip that off too. Her clothes are now drenched in her own blood, as am I. I move down to her leg and start biting vigorously on it, pulling upwards and ripping chucks of her leg off. To a normal human, the stench would be awful. To be, there is nothing better. Blood is splattered along the walls and a pool has formed under the woman. All of the music and lights are still surprisingly on, but everyone has disappeared. I start to lick up the blood off the floor. Sirens are heard from the distance, but I ignore them, still concentrated on the mass amounts of blood she gave out. I keep licking up the floor and slams are heard from the door. It breaks down in almost an instant and there are groups of swat surrounding me. I still ignore them and keep licking everything up, sure to clean the entire floor. A man breaks through the barrier of the team and whistles at me. I look up at him, my entire body practically smeared with blood. He grins and looks at me curiously. We sit there staring at each other for minutes. All he manages to break the silence with is that “We have a perfect place for your kind...â€� I start to snarl and he strikes his hand in the air, signaling for the team to pull out their weapons.  I lick my lips and stare at him, I start to laugh loudly. “Oh you won’t be laughing soon…â€� He says enthusiastically. He makes another signal with his hands and I get knocked out by an unknown item. One man picks me up by my feet and starts to drag me out the door. The music still pumping, and the lights still flashing with an empty room, I get dragged out of the door…

Something...random...I'm not sure... *sits quietly*

She sat there, head down to a bloodied and completely mutilated body, wondering if there was a way,
that there was actually hope for him. The sunset, just barley shining through the window, and the hard
metal floor, mixed with the horrendous amounts of blood made the room look like it was a scene off of a
slasher movie. Not to mention the stench wanted to make her gag. Then again, he has been sitting there for
a good hour or two, he should smell like rotting flesh... The young girl sat up and realized how lucky
she was to be alive, but there where only two ways this situation could of possibly went.
She dies or the man dies. She looks down at the ground again and sighs. She was connected to this man
well, but oddly did not pity his death. Nothing that she had ever experienced in her life, so far, could not even
compare to anything like this. Maybe her mind was so twisted, so corrupt, that the most grotesque scenes
means nothing to her. Like this man, this man was slaughtered in the most brutal way, but she did not feel
much of anything. This felt only as if it were a couple grains of sand, on the biggest beach in the world. It
wasn't very important to her. If that man wasn't her brother, then things may be a little different, but the
sheer fact that she was related to him made her worry about herself. There was a loud knock on the door
and a loud, booming voice announcing that they would break down the door if she were not to open it. Her
heart skipped a few beats and her mind started to spin. She started to question herself and everything
around her now. That they were not suppose to be anywhere near here, made her both think and worry.
The only explanation of their existence here, in this world is unthinkable, but that didn't matter. A thought
sprang across her head, that there was obviously a tracking device hidden somewhere in her clothes.
They couldn't find her, not now. If she were to get caught here, then it would be a death sentence. The loud
voice made itself known again. Her head sprang from side to side. She noticed a small, conviently placed
hammer laying on the floor. She picked it up and through it at the window, shattering the glass. The people
outside were pounding on the door now, trying to bust it down. "You monster. We will get you!" The voice
yelled. The woman busted all of the glass away at this point and then started out the window, confused.
She didn't do anything, or so she thought. For the past couple months, ever since that walk along the tree
line, she had never been the same. Every night, she would wake up in random places around her home.
If she were to think back, back to her last memory of the day, there would be a gap. Like she was drunk,
spaced out, or knocked out, she didn't know... More pounds came from the door and it flew open, going
across the room with great force. An odd looking creature with another man was standing there, staring at
her. She quickly jumped out of the window onto a small roof below. The man gestured to the girl, signaling
the mysterious beast to chase after her. It is growing darker and darker by the moment. An odd feeling was
growing inside of the girl, a feeling of anxiety. Not from the rush of being chased, but something else.
The girl sprang up from the roof and landed onto the cement below. She gasped and watch her breath go out
of her mouth, from the bitter cold. Shocks were sent through her body as it tried to absorb the impact of
her jump. She almost fell, but caught herself. Immediately after, she took off on foot, dashing through alleys
and by garbage cans. Something trailed right behind her, breathing heavily. She feared this beast, and for
herself, only telling her that she was alive. That she wanted to live... She looked ahead of her, as she ran
and, as normal...no one was on the streets at night, which means, hopefully, there is a clear path to the
safe house. The beast was getting closer. This made her panic even more. Her reasoning, and most thought
for that matter completely disappeared. All she wanted to, all she needed to do was get as far away from it
as possible. She kept staring behind her back, making sure the beast was away. The next thing she knew,
she was laying on the ground with a broken finger. The shocks didn't hit her till shortly after, but it was too
late. The last thing she remebers seeing is the beast..and a blinding light.

Okay, this one isn't nearly as long as those were, I just thought of it now.

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     They murdered him. It isn't a figure of speech, they quite literally murdered him. It was something of a game among Immortals, pick a victim, and try to devise new and brutal ways to kill them. It didn't make any difference, everyone on the Planet had died several thousand times one way or another, it was simply a way to stave off the inevitable boredom that comes with living forever. Two weeks ago, it was burning at the stake, and then it was being tarred and feathered. This time, it was burning at the stake after while being tarred and feathered after boiling oil while being forced to drink cyanide-laced tea. This wasn't particularly painful, every month or so, everyone was given a dose of the WunderDrug, which numbs all pain to the point where it merely tickles slightly. Alex was overdue for his dose. The other members of sub-group 4025687 failed to realize this when they selected him for their torture-game, and they refused to let him talk them out of it. The result was extreme pain mixed with uncontrollable vomiting. Although Alex was healed within minutes, it did not stop the pain. Although he pretended nothing was wrong, Alex secretly swore revenge on all other Immortals for what sub-group 4025687 had done to him. Less than a week later, Alex would never be seen again...

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Would you believe I came up with that at school? I bet you didn't know I could be that dark, did you? Feel free to copy/change/finish this if you want to, just give me credit for the beginning.

awsome!*claps*you should finish it!