Private RP- The new world, a evolved creature romance rp

[KinqBoo]

(Great!
Now that we have two star readers that space is filled. adding everyone to list. )

[hdmwolf]

(I just changed Ash's rank to loner, then Scout. :3
I also changed the male Ash's name to Azrael, coz' I just noticed that both my wolves have the same name. XD
And thanks. 8D )

As Markiee was helped by Broken Spirits and Forbidden Fears, not to far away was another wolf. It was a scrawny and strong-looking black she-wolf. Her long black legs were slightly covered in a light mud dusting. On her back were two large black feathery wings, which were tucked neatly against her sides. Her eyes, a deep amber, stared about as if mistrustfully. The wolf wasn't used to being in this area. She had come from a different part of the city, farther west, in hopes for better hunting. After tons of Ariel searching, she had finally found a place to land. Tired and dispirited, she had gone in search for food and something to drink. There wasn't much, but she was able to find a small stream near the side of an abandoned road.

Nearly weak with tiredness and fatigue, the female wolf limped tiredly towards a bush in the distance. Her hind foot was turned in a little odd way, a bit off. She then quickened her pace, unsure if she could make it any longer, and collapsed underneath the bush. Pulling in her hind legs, the she-wolf tucked in her wings tightly, tucking her head underneath one paw, trying to seem as small and invisible as possible. And as she lay there, the last thing she remembered was seeing the city before her, as if in ruins, and that was when she blacked out into darkness.

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Azrael, a young scout of Estrella Cavallers ran through the small back alleyways of the city that they lived in. His checkered bandanna flashed on his head as his red and tan sides moved skillfully with the rhythm he was running, his deep emerald eyes staring about curiously. He stopped for a moment to scent the air, which was heavy with the smell of soon-to-come rain. Puzzled, Azrael raised his muzzle to the blue sky that hung above him. How could it rain, when it looked like a perfectly nice day? Snorting, Azrael turned away, focusing on the purpose he was out today. "Nose must have gone flooie..." Azrael muttered to himself as he ran down another alleyway, then taking a sharp turn, he noticed that the smell of food was distinct in the air. He grinned to himself, the grin taking place where it usually was. Random and odd, but nice in a way.

Picking up his speed, Azrael jumped over a felled trash can, and into a store that was on the curb. The lettering on the weathered sign in the front read "Old John General Store" in faded red letters. Azrael stared skeptically at the sign for a moment, and then frowned. "Feel sorry for that old John person, I really do." Azrael muttered again, but then smiled at the sign and ran into the store. Sneezing a few times, Azrael shook off the sudden dust that covered his coat of fur. He ran into a fit of sneezing, frowning as he did so. "Out of all the stores that I could pick, I pick the old one..." he sneezed, shaking his head as if to rid himself of dust.

As soon as he had recovered, he ran over to the counter and to a broken-down fridge, which was half-way open. Nosing the door open, Azrael stuck his head in and pulled out some chicken that he had been saving for his pack. They seemed that they could do with a truly decent meal now, so he had been saving it for when the time was right. Smiling as much as he could while having a package of chicken stuffed in his mouth, Azrael ran out the door, nimbly jumping over the trash can again. He took another glance at the sky, wondering if his nose had been right. Was it going to rain? If it was, he didn't want to get stuck out in the rain with a perfectly good chicken, which would be spoiled if it started pouring. Quickening his pace just in case, Azrael sped back to the camp.

[Dradogo]

Roux padded through the allyway slowly and silently. He was taking care not to knock any bins over, but couldn't avoid getting a fish carcass stuck to his hind paw. Oh great, he thought with a sigh. Why is it, that when I need ideas the most, I'm always brain-dead? He kicked, freeing his leg of the dead fish, and continued along the dark ally.

((sorry I've written so little. I'm a bit brain-dead like Roux at the moment))

[KinqBoo]

"Owch!" Came a feminine voice from behind a trashcan near Roux. A scrawny female poked her head out from behind it, frowning as she eyed Roux. She limped out from behind, her front left paw twisted awkwardly. She looked scared and hungry, but also hurt and not ready to give in to anything. "Can you help me please?" she said to Roux, her black wings folding against her sides.
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While Broken spirits helped Markiee up, Forbidden Fears was standing completly still, his ears perked as he heard a small thud. "Stay here." He woofed, then sprinted torwards the sound. He looked behind trees and under half-rotting benches, and then finnaly saw what he was looking for, a female wolf who looked incredibly shaken. He nosed her. "Hello?" he said, hoping she still could speak.

[Vluaaq]

His gold eyes shone brilliantly in the dark as he looked out.
Roux... He was near. That was good. They would need to get back together, it felt like eons since they last spoke.

Wandering from his make-shift shelter, the beast let out a yawn and shook out his coat. The skies were clear.
"Funny. I thought it was raining... Must be going crazy."
the wolf chided himself and contined wandering the streets, sticking to the edges o walls and not wandering too far from the buildings.
Sure he was large, but this body had not yet recovered and running seemed about all he could manage.

"where is everyone?"
Dispersed no doubt. Out doing their own thing and avoiding clumping together. In this world, the pack suffered enough from one lost life, anymore and it could be a tragedy.

[Dradogo]

Roux jumped back, giving out a silent yelp of shock. Recovering quickly, he sank into a crouch and eyed the female uncertainly. "What's wrong?" He managed to stutter. Roux wasn't the best when it came to talking to someone. "Are you hurt? I'm sorry if I did anything wrong" Roux had a terrible habit of apologizing for no reason.

[KinqBoo]

"I fell and twisted my paw." The scrawny female said, her voice wavering. She stumbled and fell again, yelping "Owch!" again. She sniffled as if she had a cold, in witch she probably did have a cold or a fever. "Are you in my friend Forbidden Fear's pack?" she asked, stuggling to get back up.

[Dradogo]

"Here, let me help you" Roux dipped his head, nudging the she-wolf as she struggled to stand. "And to your question, yes I am in Forbidden Fear's pack. I've been away from the pack for a while, and just got back a few days ago. I haven't had a chance to meet up with the others yet"

[KinqBoo]

"Thanks!" Lost emotions said, carefull not to put weight on her twisted paw. When she began to slightly wag her tail there was a jingling sound, small bones carefully hollowed and decorated with intricate designs carved into them were hanging from stings tied to her tail and knocking into eachother. "Oops!" She said, stopping wagging. "I dont want to mess up the present for my brother's Star Reader.

[Dradogo]

Roux fixed his eyes on the bones, mesmerized by the wonderfully crafted designs. "Did you design these?" He asked in awe, touching his paw to one of the bones delicately. "They're beautiful. I love how the designs weave through the lines here...", He said, lost in thought, he pointed to the tip of the second bone.