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Dead Before Daylight is an Alternate Universe Urban Fantasy role play in a world where supernatural creatures and humans exist side by side – at least, some of them do. Creatures like witches, pixies and satyrs live and work as openly as any human. They commonly hold positions of power in government and are afforded every right and protection.

Other creatures are not so lucky. Those believed threats to humankind and other benign creatures are still persecuted and oppressed. Beings like vampires and werewolves are still forced to live largely in hiding, as they are not afforded the protections of law.

Such blacklisted creatures have created a haven for themselves in the small city of Dawnbreak; but their sanctuary is becoming increasingly threatened by the arrival of outsiders. In the meantime a menacing power is lurking in the forests and increasingly beginning to threaten the town as people begin to go missing, and mangled bodies are beginning to be discovered in and around the woodlands.


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 What We Do In The Shadows, TAG: Dixon
Now it was her turn to smirk, albeit the smile was harder to spot hidden in the corners of her lips.

"I never mentioned your bed." she corrected him, her eyes flashing as if she felt she had won a small victory. Still smiling, she turned her back and began to walk towards the hangar doors.

"However if you insist, I would appreciate the drive back to town..." she added, pausing with her hand upon the door.


Dixon watched her go, scowling briefly at his back. These were the moments where he envied his cousin's seemingly seamless ability to come up with snappy retorts. He knew there was something there he just couldn't find it.

He huffed a breath through his nose and turned to leave the hanger.

She was left waiting for a few minutes when, instead of going straight to the truck, Dixon paced across the tarmac to the small cabin he called home. He was briefly out of sight before emerging again, wearing a fresh shirt, and finally joined her, "Get in," he said gruffly as he neared.

Mindy G

The albino waited silently and still by the truck where it had been parked near the hangar. Standing in the lee of the side mirror, her reflection was an eerie, pale revenant upon the window glass. She met her own stare for a moment and took the chance to wipe away a smear of mascara that had pooled in the outer edge of her lashes.

When the cabin door opened again, she straightened her back and raised her head in his direction like she were following his emerging scent. As she had assumed, he had redressed himself.

He made his displeasure known as he told her to get in and she obeyed fluidly. Sliding into the passenger's side and stowing the duffel at her feet, she feigned belting herself in, keeping one hand by her side to hold the catch. It was more caution than she had shown on the drive out to the property, but then again, beforehand she had not been surrounded by enemies...

The albino said nothing at first, her breath misting less and less inside the cabin as she warmed. It was apparent her playful behavior was silenced now...


They loaded up again. Dixon started the engine and pulled the vehicle around on the tarmac to head for the road. He didn't speak, keeping his gaze fixed mostly out the window.

After a few minutes he opened the console and produced a pack of cigarettes, pursing one between his lips and lighting it, "You smoke?" he offered the pack to her as he rolled down the window.

It was mostly a courtesy. He assumed the answer was no.

Mindy G

He was right. The albino shook her head 'no' to his offer.

Kaede had enjoyed a cigarette when they had stalked the floor of the nightclubs, but Shinju had never taken up the habit, despite how popular it was in her country. For purely tactical reasons; she felt it compromised her endurance, or which she had short supply already given her species traits.

The cool night air blowing in from the window hit her face, feeling good at first, until she suddenly became aware of a cold sweat prickling along the back of her neck in the fine hairs there. Her stomach roiled at the smell of the tobacco, usually not an unpleasant smell, and she murmured:

"You need to stop. Now, please." her voice was strained and her hand clutched the armrest of the door, her pearly nails could be seen practically digging into the upholstery as if she were ready to throw the door open the second the vehicle slowed...


It was a bad habit, one he'd picked up far too early. A few attempts had failed to shake it and eventually Dixon had given up. He just told himself that everyone had to die someday. If he went earlier than most of his kind for it then it wasn't that big a deal. He wasn't exactly a family man.

When the woman complained Dixon's gaze cut towards her a moment. He side eyed her a few moments before looking ahead again and beginning to slow and ease onto the shoulder until the vehicle was rolling to a stop.

Mindy G

The albino did not even wait for the truck to come to a full stop; once it had slowed to a reasonable speed she threw open the passenger door and slid out.

She stumbled several paces before coming to rest at the base of a tree, her white hands splayed wide over its dark trunk. She doubled over, her hair falling forward in a long stream which coiled onto the ground. She dropped to her knees, back heaving as she sucked in deep breaths.

Something about glancing back at the airfield before they had turned onto the road reminded her of Tanaka.

She must have imagined that she could see the dark stain of his life smeared across the concrete and like a rock it hit her that she had nearly forgotten one of her kin had died tonight. And she had been entertaining her attraction to the man who had killed him.

Yes, she could be brave and admit she was attracted to the werewolf sitting across the cabin. His scent in particular excited her. And as soon as she admitted that she was hit with such a wave of guilt that she thought she was going to be sick...

Now, kneeling at the foot of the birch, Shinju sucked in deep lungfuls of air, feeling her mouth water as her stomach clenched. It refused to rise higher though, refused to climb up out of her so she could gag and get it over with. Instead it began to abate as she inhaled the deep ocher aroma of the earth under her...

Swallowing down her saliva, she blinked away the saltwater pooling in the corners of her lashes before it made her mascara run.


She was out while the vehicle was still coasting. By the time Dixon got it stopped and put it in park the little Japanese fox was about twelve feet behind the tailgate. He looked into the rear view, adjusting it to watch her where she was on her knees by a tree.

"Oh what now," the wolf muttered, scowling.

At first Dixon slumped in the seat, dragging at his cigarette and waiting. He leaned his head back and let it tilt to look up at the sky, gaze tracing the stars in the inky navy darkness made hazy by the cloud of smoke he blew out.

When he finished the stick she was still out there. Dixon rolled the butt of it between his forefinger and thumb a short while before finally discarding it in an old soda can that was probably half full of soggy tobacco by then.

He reached for the handle, shoved open the door and stepped out.

"You alright?" the wolf asked as he approached, though he stopped a few feet away to wait on her answer.

Mindy G

She felt him approach more than anything else, as if the object of her thoughts brought with him an aura that triggered her own. A half-second after she became aware of him his scent started invading the rich smell of the earth.

Her fingers clenched in the dirt as he asked if she was all right and she genuinely did not know what to tell him or why she thought she owed him an explanation at all.

She was a raw tangle of emotions in that second; wild relief hit her all of a sudden as she realized that her sister would never have felt such misery over the death of one of their people. And because of that she still had some hope for salvation, so long as she kept hold of that shred of emotion.

And then there was him.

She wanted to surge to her feet and strike him. Or throw herself against him. The unbearable need to do something to break the tension inside rose to screaming pitch and she shoved off with her hands, standing to her feet quickly.

Her white hair was a tangle, betraying that its length might not have been so silken and straight naturally- there was a wave curling at the ends now where it cascaded down her shoulders like two stark white lapels against her black sweater. When she turned to face him her eyes were not human.

A lambent hybrid between her vulpine form and her human one, the irises nearly swallowed the thin stroke of a pupil amidst the lurid facets of red drowning it. Hues like burgundy clung to the pupil and lightened into the pink of cherry blossoms ringing the outer edges which covered the whites to the very corners of her lashes. She latched onto him with those eyes for a moment and simply stared at him.

Shinju was afraid to open her lips, wary of what might come out.


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