by ...Ғαℓℓɛи... » Sun Jul 03, 2011 5:52 pm
Username: ...Fallen...
Favorite type of RP: Wolf. Natural Wolf.
Sample of writing:
...Destiny...
The land was new... the scents were old. As if coming from a memory, just half real... bringing back the tormented soul to the land of the living once more. Her restless slumber broken, she could now hear as well. Her ears flickered. Unfamiliar voices... close. Similar scent though... the same. Her eyes slowly and softly opened. They looked yet they did not see on this earth where she was bound. Brought back to her torment by the spirits, she was forced to dwell here... when? She did not know. Till she found a purpose again, perhaps. But these thoughts of intelligence and stratagey had all but left her. She was the walking dead, in a way. A body without soul. She stood up, and blinked. Still... there was something. Her old conscious, one she had pushed away along with the hurtful memories, recognised something. Her dull bronze eyes sparked lightly with their old golden touch... then died down again. She walked forward... never knowing really where she was going. She thought... had she crossed a river just back? Alas, she did not know. Her paws carried ehr furthur into the pack terra of the group of wolves she used to know. Wait no... that couldn't be right. This was at least 15 years later... unless others had been brought back like herself... no. Couldn't be. It must be the next generation. Her thoughts had started ticking, but she wouldn't let herself recognise what she was thinking about... but then the territorial scent hit her hard. It was definate. The smell was the same. Tainted by new blood, but the same. She lifted her head.
Ice Pack.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: Lots. But some died, and the one that has been kept going for about a year or two now, is currently run by one of my best friends. I went of CS for about 5 months, and she re-posted and kept it going for me.
...Apologies for typos, this post was done very quickly. Thankyou...