The Urban Enviroment - CS Bwolf RP - OPEN

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Awesome ^^] Masquerade glanced up from the flowers he was growing, watching as Emerald walked past on his way to the goldfish pond. Of course, thought the green-runed butterfly wolf. Just walk on by. No thanks, of course, for the one wolf who risked his neck to save you from a giant bird. Masquerade snorted angrily, then sneezed as the awful stench wafted in his direction. He turned away and asked the plants to grow aster, please, and spread their heavenly fragrance around the garden. He hoped it would cover up the awful smell of rot from the Old Man's apartment.

[Shadows]

(I honestly thought you were saying my char smelled bad lol.)
Emerald saw Masquerade helping some plants grow.
"Ew, just what I needed."
Emerald thought to himself. He never like Masquerade, he always thought he was too quiet, and Emerald had just stopped being that way. They were complete opposites. Emerald just quickly walked by looking for someone he actually wanted to see. Emerald just decided to head for his little hideout. Everything was very pretty around him, he flicked a few aphids off some flowers that were in need of it. Emerald just hummed to himself one of the tunes he had heard from the old mans house awhile ago.

(fixed some gender errors. )

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Aha, nah. That'd be funny, though. Also, is Emerald a girl or a guy? You said both of those in your post, and I'm confused ^^" Masquerade is a guy, by the way. You keep getting that wrong ^^"]

[WalkerNom]

{Yay! Your back! Oh, and Emerald is a Guy too. Just check the front page!}

Jennette wandered away from the circle of butterfly wolves that still lingered around where Ellette and her special picked group stood. She didn't want to think about it anymore and instead looked for something to do or someone to talk to who wasn't fully engulfed(sp?) in the smell. With a sigh, she fluttered into the air and went to her beloved terrarium where she looked at the wilting petals of the hydrangea bloom that she had picked and put in for her bed. She felt very bad about picking the bloom from the plant, but figured she needed a bed too, right? She healed the plant and watched the color flood back into it's petals, she smiled that she had a fresh new bed waiting for her whenever she got weak or needed a nap.

Once her flowers were healthy, she needed something else to do. She told herself that she would stock up on berries, but that wasn't what she wanted to do. Instead, thoughts kept flooding her mind, thoughts about the old man, Emerald, and of course the smell. But the one that stood above the rest was Emerald, she hadn't seen him since the bird attack and she wondered if the bird had actually gotten him. Thats a terrible thought! I hate thinking about things like this! she told herself. She decided it was time to go looking for him, and she knew right where to look. His favorite place in the garden that he had shown her before the bird attack, and that she felt guilty that she never got to tell him how she thought about it. Her feet hovered over the ground just a bit before she took off towards Emerald's hideout. Soon after, she could see it. She landed a few inches from the entrance, "Emerald? Are you there?" she asked, hoping he would be there, because, if he wasn't that would mean he probably wasn't in the garden.

[IzzyBee]

Clarissa began to feel better, her body coming back to close to normal. She gave a weak smile and began to jump into the air, her wings not as tired as they were earlier, she circled around where the plants in the shade were and used her power to intensify the sunlight and let the plants continue growth. She yawned softly, a bit tired from journeying here, but it may have been worth it. But being the only Butter Bun, she was outnumbered.

[berd]

Tern nodded; her fur rigid on end. She had the same thoughts as Naali; that whoever the Old Man was, he was what their fragile colonization revolved around. He was the center gear that spun the intricate clockwork known as the garden. Without him, all hope of striving for an even better garden for this gentle man would be lost.

She pushed the negative thoughts out of her mind, and she neared to the house window. All she was waiting for now was for Ellette to land first, as she immediately became the first leader of choice by her and the fellow butterfly wolves.


[watch that terrible smell is probably something he cooked or something |D ]

[WalkerNom]

[@soy; Thats what I was thinking too!]

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[I'm thinking that the old man had a heart attack and has been slowly rotting for the past week, but that's probably just me being morbid ^^"]

Masquerade shook his head and turned away from the awful smell, burying his nose in the flowers he was growing. Why did he even bother trying to be nice? The butterfly wolf shook his head, then checked to make sure the plants had water. It looked like it might rain later- clouds were gathering- so he'd wait before asking one of the water butterflies to check on them.

[Shadows]

[Aha, nah. That'd be funny, though. Also, is Emerald a girl or a guy? You said both of those in your post, and I'm confused ^^" Masquerade is a guy, by the way. You keep getting that wrong ^^"]

(I really think that I should have made him a girl. Lol, but yeah sorry. I will really try to not get that wrong.)

Emerald had finally made it to his little hide out. He entered in through the East side of it since he was still weak and the brush on that side was thinner. Once he had gotten in he felt like his whole body sighed and had flopped down on a giant lambs ear.
Ahhh
Emerald said aloud. Then he heard a soft voice that was very familiar calling to him. It was Jennette!
Jennette! come in! But don't let anyone see you!
Emerald whispered loudly. He wondered how long he had been out for, Jennette would know. A week? A month? A YEAR?! What if they had forgotten about him and the funeral had happened. Emerald felt tears trickle down his cheek. He then smiled and wiped it from his head, he could be dead! He should just be happy that he's even alive after something like that. Most butterfly wolves he knew of have died from a bird attack or were broken beyond repair. He was a lucky one. He looked up at the cracks between the leaves in his roof as the sunlight spewed down from above. The sun felt so good against his broken wing.

[peter quill]

{Just want to let you know, I'm here, but have nothing to write. ;c}