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| Gothic Lit Ireland |
| The Gothics |
| In the wake of being exposed to a whole new world of words and understanding and deluded fanticy, my mind began to produce a story about a world I knew could not exist(of could it?)namely; the world of vampires. The vampires I created though were a mirror imag of the genetic make up of a Cristice Crane(the secraw family in particular) Naturally the first thing to happen was I created a homo-superior race of people that were born with black lips, intesly colored eyes, and the only sex these creatures could reprodice were males. The latter was do to the fact that most of the females born into the family just didn't live past a month or two because of one infirmity or other. These men were living vampires; day-walkers that could never age; they could naturaly reproduce; they could go without blood for years, eat normal human food and not lose their supper natural abilities at all. They were born with telepathy, flight, and verious other abilities that varied from man to man. I called them the Gothics. |
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| Another race bloomed from it in my mind very quickly. When Gothic blood is infused with other alian blood it takes on the stronger qualities of that blood and suppresses the weeknesses. One of those bloods is dragons blood. With the birth of the Dreagonas in the crane blood, Dreagonas blood infused with Gothic blood created the first Gothic Winged Warior. These Gothics have the wings of dragons; their teeth are longer and sharper than a normal Gothic. They have a temper from hell that when they were first known among mortals, the mortals would run and hide out of shear fear. These dragon tempered creatures were, at first, canabals; eaters of human flesh. Mens flesh to specify. They are affectionat and gental with children and they are attracted to woman in a friendly gental manner. Those who they have known since childhood remain imuned to the frenzy. Men are targeted because genrally they are rough and carless. If one man is not, then a Winged Warior will see it, more or less, feel it, and the frenzy cools. |
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