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[sarafina;]

it is cold. cold beyond belief.

a stong gust of artic wind rips through the air as you stand by the stream. the chill slices through your thick fur and you shiver as you watch the movement of the water, the fast paced rush of liquid tumbling over itself, a race against the frigid air. you glance out at the horizion, your gaze following the rolling plains of the tundra, taking in the thick carpet of moss and lichens under your feed, the steep rise of the foothills, the sharp white edges of the eternally snow encrusted mountians. the landscape is familiar. it is your home. this is where you were born and raised. this is where you will die.

where you will die.

your own thoughts turn as cold and dark as the tundra itself, and you wonder what it means to die. not just you, but your pack, and your legacy. your mind races, flashing bloody and murderous images into your head. sky and snow have had their their wars, and lately, there has been unrest between the two packs. but your rivals do not worry you. what does is far worse--it is the new storm that is rising.

the storm pack.

it disturbs you, how they arrived. a small group of loners and rouges. you treated them as you always have treated newcommers. invited the strong ones into your own pack, chasing away the weak and the threatening. but they each refused to join you, prefering their own tiny and shabby group. you were puzzled, but you left them, soon forgetting the rouge wolves.
assuming they had left, you carried on as normal. but you were wrong.
they came back in tenfold, pushing the boundries of both packs, taking territory and prey. causing fights and battles.
already, too much blood has been spilled.

they only bring chaos, even among their own ranks.

but the storm rages on.

what is their intent, you wonder? when will they stop? how far will they go?
but more importantly, how far will you go? how much will to take? how hard will you fight?

winter is comming. and a storm is brewing.

[sarafina;]

>> Tess

Tess's rules are my own. This should go without saying.

>> Literacy

This is a high semi-lit role play. For me, that means at least 5 lines per post. I understand writers block, but then I expect at least 3-4 good sentences.

>> Forms/Posts

Make your own forms. Your forms are how I will be judging your literacy, so make them pretty! Please also format your posts. a little bit of color and small font keeps things neat and pretty, and makes it a lot more interesting to read.

>> Characters

There is no minimum or maximum amount of characters. Just make sure that you can keep up with them all. I don't want you to make six characters and only role play two. Please also try to keep the genders, ranks, and packs even. I understand if you prefer playing a certian gender, etc. but we dont want twenty faes and two brutes.

>> High Ranks

Try not to take too many higher ranks. Also, Alpha pairs do need to be mates, but Beta pairs do not.

>> Cursing

Mild cursing is allowed, but lets not take it to an extreme. If you're going a bit too far beyond hells and damns, star it out.

>> Reserving

Feel free to reserve a spot. I will hold it for about 24 hours. If a form isn't put up by then (completed or not) then the spot will be reopened to anyone.

>> Rules are subject to change.

[sarafina;]

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