Will This Ever End...? (Mutant RP) Open & Accepting

[Keith-Kogane]

(You have to be accepted first.)
(And by the way Danika is a girl)

~Danika : Wolf : Alpha 2~

I watched the confrontation between the snake boy and Mizu with interest, growling angrily as she ignored me. I stood on two feet and walked nearer, jumping up into a tree to watch her. She was a very interesting, yet volatile, person. It was almost a thrill being so close. I could probably outrun her since I had four legs, but why tempt it?

[Make_a__Scene]

As Ink thought about it, the more he realized what a spoiled brat Mizu was. The tragedy of it was that there was no one here to spoil her; her own ego made her a narcissist, making her think that she could get whatever she wanted, which was, in most cases, to simply mindlessly kill. She needed to knock that off before she had to learn the hard way that such an egotistical personality wouldn't bring her anything but hurt. Some would call Ink weak for his bleeding heart, but he wasn't a naive idiot who trusted anyone and everyone he encountered; in fact, he was quite careful with those he shared interactions.
Buttoning his shirt back up and rolling his sleeves down, the snake slipped back into the trees, where he found the warmest spot to settle under a tree and try to relax once more.

[Will I Live]

-Am i accepted?-

[Keith-Kogane]

(The owner of the thread, Final Storm, has to accept you. They haven't posted yet.)

[asexual pirate;;]

-Sorry I was late to post. >< Any and all forms are accepted.-

Alexis flicked an ear as she approached the stream. She hardly ever talked to anyone, which showed that she hardly even knew anyone's names. Grumbling things to her self softly, she sat down at the edge of the river, watching the silver flickers of fish swim by in utter boredom. Though, at the same time listening for anyone approaching her location. The last thing she wanted to do this morning was talk to someone. Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought.

Torin huffed in disgust as he saw River, in Stellar's sea eagle form, swoop over him. After a moment, she banked and landed, turning back into her human form and smirking at him. "Jealous you can't fly, big guy?" she teased mockingly.
"I can run faster than you," Torin shot back. This was a normal thing for the two. Arguing. It was probably the only thing the two bird mutants could do instead of fight over territory, even though the two ate completely different things. To Torin, snakes and lizard always sounded appetizing to him, and to River, fish sounded good.
"I could just fly," River said, flicking his nose with a finger before walking off. Torin sighed and muttered something as he wandered off himself.

[Will I Live]

FRITZ: I sneak over to my bunny hole close to the wall. No one can see me, but I'm still jumpy. Haha, jumpy. I slip down the hole and get a safe feeling before going under the wall and u the other side to where my guards friend stands his watch. I peek my nose out of the hole and look around. No one is there, he must be on break. Oh well, I go back to my side of the wall and go to my home underneath an old ancient looking tree.

[cassandra1007]

((sorry i have to leve this rp ))

[Keith-Kogane]

~Danika : Wolf : Alpha 2~

I continued watching for a few minutes before I decided to seek out someone else to bother. After wandering downstream on all fours for a bit, I saw Alexis. She didn't look too happy, so I stayed downstream from her and acted as if I hadn't noticed her and was completely interested in the fish.

~Brent : Barn Owl : Beta-Alpha~

After flying around for a bit, I spotted an eagle flying and recognized it as being River. I followed and watched her land to talk to a guy. I landed in a tree near hers and watched them talk for a moment, tilting my head slightly.

[aimeeisnotcool]

Mizu licked her fingers clean with her tongue after engulfing the fish near whole. She remained indifferent when the wolf left and watched the strange thing leave further down the stream with steady eyes. After moments of longing, longing for wild things, Mizu rose to wander the wilderness. Being a thing of the water, Mizu wasn't genetically mechanized to be fond of the dryness the sun created. She timidly skipped from shadow to shadow lingering at a tree for only several moments. The sun was rising very high very quickly and it bothered Mizu very much yet she remained indifferent. After coming to a tavern of trees where the large branches extended lengthily to cover a generous area of land, Mizu settled to hunt for littler land animals that might suffice her still growing appetite. She peeked in little mounds of grass hollowed by a potential resident, within the trees and peered to the branches to search for birds. None actually looked very pleasing. How could you possibly devour something with feathers or fur? She only imagined it to be largely irritating. When irritated by this dilemma, Mizu became further upset when the recent memory of the reptilian denied her hand at a fight. Her eyebrows twitched and her lips tightened, wondering furiously why no one would fight. Perhaps too terrified of their past, too sensitized to the point of being pathetic.
"Reptilian," Mizu heard herself say suddenly. Her voice sounded pleading and afraid. Was that really her speaking? It couldn't have been, and yet Mizu had felt her lips move despite the voice sounding so distant and foreign.

[Make_a__Scene]

Part of practically being half snake meant that Ink's metabolism was incredibly slow. He could go a good day and a half on a single meal. In fact, things he normally would consider food weren't a consideration at all while his body was processing his last meal. In this moment, he balanced an elephant shrew on his arm, examining the pseudo trunk of the rodent as it examined Ink right back. He couldn't stop thinking about Mizu, though. Had all of the others given into their animalistic DNA as drastically as she had? It was the precise reason they had been sent to the damn place; and if they ever had the chance to escape, the prospect of an even fairly normal life depended on how civilized they could act. What it all boiled down to was that Ink thought about things too much; he spent too much time by himself.
A voice pricked his ears, one that he had trouble distinguishing at first. But then he caught the scent of water, and it wasn't carried on the breeze from the direction of the river. Letting the shrew climb up on his shoulder, he leaned back against the trunk of the tree. "Would it kill you to call me by my name?" Not exactly sure where the shark was, he just spoke loud enough that he was sure he would be heard. Of course, Ink wasn't his birth name, but it was the only name he knew.