A teaser fore war of dog and bir.

My little baby... Meet Vulpes... He is based off of "THE VULPES INCULTA" from my new, and latest obsession, Fallout: New Vegas.. All rights belong to Bethesda Gaming Studios and the other creators of the game. I did change up some things *Cough* The Legion and his past *cough* To fit the modern dag time of our little OC universe, but mostly everything else, including looks, personality, and the 'gang' leader, is based off his charrie and other notes from the game..

Name: Vulpes Inculta
(V-ull-pez In-cool-tah)

Class:Villian

Race: Caucasian/Human

Age: Eighteen

Hair: Dark brown; buzz-cut.

Eyes: A vibrant...

"Ass-face? I don't remember that nickname."

"Oh it's new, seeing u left me for that hoe."

"She is not a hoe. She's my girlfriend"

"Just like I was?"

"Yes, just like u were." Jennifer still stood behind Nye, looking at the girl that stood before them. "Amora, why can't u just get over this already?"

"Because u knew that I didn't trust men! I thought u were different, and u broke my heart."

"So, you're just going to kill me? How is that a solution?"

"Because u won't be here anymore to torture me!" She raised her gun and pointed it at Nye.

"Jennifer," Nye whispered, "Run."

"I'm not leaving...

After leaving Daniel's place, he decided that he would spend the volgende dag with Jennifier, so her could be happy before he died. Nye walked out of the dismal area and back over to the sunnier apartment where his girlfriend lived. He slowly walked up to the door and knocked on it, waiting for her to open the door. As she did, her karamel eyes burst with tears as she jumoed up and hugged him, toppling him over onto the ground.

"I'm happy to see u too," the blonde boy muttered out as he attempted to stand up with her on him.

"I thought u weren't coming back!"

"I got what I needed early and decided...

(well part two enjoy)

They walk in to the back of the stage and whisper in hush tones
"you know the plan so get ready" stated Alex before walking to the door heading to the stage
"well lets go brain" Ajax zei jokingly before climbing onto the ceiling his black cloths blending in with the shadows
"right then pinky" Kane laughs straighting his tie and walking to kom bij the other people dancing.

Hearing the signal he headed to the door....on the far end of the room so sighing he moved through the crowd
Hearing Alex singing was strange he never thought to think of it when he accepted the mission nor...

This is taken place ten years ahead in Nye's time stream. He is now about 25 years old, turning 26 in a few months. At the moment, he has no idea what will happen because he cannot see this far into the future, not even his own. Please, make sure he is unaware of this future. Thank you.

"Jennifer, stop trying to get me drunk."

"Come on sweetie, live a little!"

"You know why I don't." She pouts.

"Come on, just for me. Please?" He sighed.

"Fine Jenny." He grabbed the bier bottle she gave him and took a gulp of it. She smiled widely and clapped a little.


"Yay! Oh thank u honey!" She gave him a kiss...

This is actually the original version, with a thing of two changed.

Name: Silverbolt

Identity: Kyle Rhodes

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde

Hero of Villain: Hero

Mentor(s): Batman, Green Arrow (only in archery) and Black Canary.

Powers: His meta-gene grants him a healing factor, while Scion nanotech gives him enhanced strength, speed, agility, and senses when he concentrates.

Abilities: Marksman, expert in both armed and unarmed combat, acrobatics including parkour, tactician, stealth, and master archer (in his later years he can brand five arrows faster than thought).

Equipment: Black...

This is a conversation that me and Fin had a few months geleden on meebo. We didn’t post it until now because of spoilers, but now we can! Enjoy our randomness! PS Kir is Fin's creator aka robinluv14, Rae is Aisling's creator aka rachele_X, and the rest u know. Well, Nick is Tesla. u might not know that.

*Kir has entered*
*Rae has entered*
Fin: u smell funny.
Nikita: I do not smell funny.
Fin: Smell like polish sausages.
Nikita: That is racism
Ash: lol!
Kenzie: BICHES
.Ash: We're FUCKED
Nick: No we're not fucked that's the problem I WANT SEX, DAMMIT
Ash: u ALWAYS want sex
Nick: Whatever *pulls off...

Phoebe took Rene to her apartment. Of course while Phoebe took her home, Rene clung to her as much as possible. Phoebe tried to pry her off without hurting her severely. They went into Rene’s apartment; the red head sitting on the couch, looking at what she though was her mother.

    “Okay R- Cosette, please stay here."

    “But, I want to go out, and see people.”

    “No! I mean, it’s too late Cosette. Maybe another time…”

    “Okay…” Rene said, looking down at the floor. Phoebe laid her down...

The girl sat in the training room, playing with a bunch of potions. She pulled a heavy cauldron from out of her locker and put it in the center of the room. The girl put in a few neon colored potions and a dark blue powder inside, stirring it with a big wooden spoon. A mist rose from the pot, making the room smell like tijm and rosemary. She zei a few magic words, making the creation bubble, rising from the pot. Her voice grew as she zei a spell and BAM! The creation exploded, making her fall back. Rene sat up and rubbed her head, looking around herself, confused.

    “Where...

((I'm planning to make this 3 parts... depending on my mood))

He watched her. Small strands of her spunky, short blonde hair, waved gently at him as they peered from her red kap and dazzled in the sunlight peeking through the boom tops.

She turned gazing into the trees and he sucked in his breath hoping he'd gone unnoticed. Red eyes blazed at him but the girl quickly turned to the small house and stood at the door.

The boy's blue eyes followed the waves and billows of the red mantel that draped her shoulders and stature perfectly. He'd followed her her, not in door watching her, no, his heart...

The escape plan didn't work out as planned.

As the gang began to make their exit, two gunshots rang out, and someone cried out in pain. "Scotch!" Valeriya exclaimed. She crumpled, and behind her, the thug that Aryess had left alive was standing with a pistol raised and a smirk on his face. "One down..." he muttered to himself. In an instant, where his head used to be was but a spray of blood. Throwing his sword on the ground, Richi knelt beside Scotch as she lay bleeding. The others ran over too, concerned for their injured teammate. "Two gunshot wounds," Richi noted, "one to the stomach, the...

He paced back and forth in his room. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, knowing that Tara was in the hands of a relentless murderer. He racked his brain for any kind of solution, any plan. But he didn't even know where she had been taken.
He had to figure that out first. Alek moved to his desk, scanning every piece of weaponry and equipment. His eyes fell on a small box. It could fit in his palm, round with a latched top. It was only about two inches tall, an inch deep. It wasn't very heavy despite the authentic silver rim and latches.
The box itself was a navy blue velvet. It looked like it...

“You never let Wally have a choice, Bruce!” Artemis exclaimed. “He’s a grown man! Not some child for u to boss around!”

“No,” Wally zei quietly, still looking at the suit. “Barry and Bruce are right. The world will always need a speedster. I have to take up the mantle.”

Batman touched his comm. He sighed. “I think some other people need some debriefing. Back in an hour.”

“So, you’re going back?” Artemis asked as the Dark Knight’s footsteps faded away.

In the distance, the zeta hummed to life. “Yes,” Wally said. “I have to. But I want to ask u a favor too.”...

Twan burst through the bracken into a grassy clearing with his pursuer close behind. Blood covered and dripped from Twan's wolfish muzzle as he took a sharp turn; resulting in a loud crash from his predator hitting a tree. He skidded to a stop turning and facing the enemy, he couldn't bite back a smirk.

That quickly changed as the dhampir pounced at him pinning the lycan down a evil smirk crossed his face revealing the razor sharp fangs he possessed. Panic filled Twan's eyes for a spleet, split seconde as the fanged boy lunged at the werewolf's neck.

A loud scream echoed as a massive paw threw the dhampir...

So, this is my new story... Yeah... link Enjoy~

Hiding in an alleyway, the small neko girl’s ears twitched as the sound of soft footsteps approached. Her green eyes went wide and she grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder and dashing further into the passage. Her light brown hair fluttered out behind her and her tail curled up. She ran into a dead end, a small sob escaping her. She looked behind her as the footsteps became louder and began to climb the gutter pole to get to the roof.
When she was about halfway up, the footsteps slowed, and from the shadows another teen came out....

(( u all better know who these people are, cause if u don’t, just skip to the end and I’ll give u the story in layman’s terms. ))

Harley’s arms were chained, and blood stained everything around her. And the blood wasn’t even hers. She coughed, when a voice boomed from the shadows, “Why if we could not get the Last Son of Krypton, just get something better. Exact powers, same weaknesses, but more. Stronger, meer power. The Last Daughter of Krypton. Give into hopelessness my dear. Freedom is a lie.” A body came closer, wrinkled face, bobbed white hair, and sly and dangerous eyes....

Short chapter is short.

Harley walked out the infirmary, glancing back warily inside as she made her way to the living area. When the occupants saw her, a couple sat up straighter, hoping for some good information. A small smile spread across her face as she said, “She’ll live.”
Ariel sighed in relief, as did many others, while Fang nodded once, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Revenge stood as Rene came into the room, all seriousness. “There’s a small problem, though,” she murmured into her hand.
“What kind of problem?” Tanner asked, concerned. Eric watched Rene closely, while...

Collaberation door TwanYJ/ Twan/ the Twaninator/ Big T and SilverWings13/ Ducky/ the chick that needs to stop making up redonculous nicknames for everyone. Enjoy~

Rene slipped on the vest over her sweater, sweatshirt and pulled the straps tight. She looked at the black mask on the tafel, tabel and studied it a moment before putting it on. 
"Why are we wearing this, again?" Rene turned to see Silver standing in the doorway. She was outfitted in a similar uniform- black face mask (tinted glass, to support her secret ID), camouflage sweatshirt, dark denim jeans, grey gloves, and combat boots. 
Rene shrugged, "This...

In which the reader is forced to wait while I try and figure out what's coming up next. >-<

“Patience, Kyra.”
She got goosebumps at Chelsea’s calm voice, tears escaping down her face. The pain of the goud was immense but she couldn’t place why-- skin contact hadn’t affected her before. Chelsea’s chuckled reached her as she took in a shuddering breath. “I assumed it would pain u meer than u believed.”
The dark cloth over her eyes slipped away and she blinked a couple of times. Chelsea sat across from her, scraping a jagged mes on rock, making earsplitting screeches....