[ ᴍᴏʀᴘʜ ] shifter rp . open

[one step c l o s e r]

Chance Dillard~Female~Cheetah~16

I stood up and looked Shalah over, then said, "Wow, a tigress! That must be cool!" I smiled. "Sorry if I'm bugging you. I always tend to get really excited when I meet new people." I flicked my ear and shook out my fur. "What brings you to the forest?"

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₪₪ ||Ransom||Ocelot||The weird one|| ₪₪

Ransom shook her head, ehr purple hair swinging. She looked up, and oushed her hair aside. "No, I was over-protective about myself. Pretty selfish." she said with a weak smile. She was very embarressed, her cheeks where a deep shade of scarlet.

[Tiger♥Bear]

Shalah • 20 • Tiger • Single {morphed}
She nodded, giving a slightly laugh. "It's alright. I can understand. I can sometimes get the same way. I like being a tiger. I think it fits me well. I love it." She smiled to the other girl, getting used to her enthusiasm. "Just walking around and getting to know the area. If this is going to be my new home, I'd like to know where I can go when I get in a jam."

Kiran • 22 • Snow Leopard • Single
He shrugged his shoulders lightly. He could understand not wanting to be hurt or put in a situation that would cause yourself pain or trouble. Now with her looking up, he could see her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. He gave an understanding expression, a small smile to match. "If I were in your position, I might have done the same thing. I mean, a large unknown creature, possibly a predator, sneaking up on you? Definitely understandable." Though he could understand all of this, he probably wouldn't have done what she did just because he isn't one to fight or attack.

[one step c l o s e r]

>>Will reply later!! Gotta go, byeee!

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₪₪ ||Ransom||Ocelot||The weird one|| ₪₪

Ransom smiled, and nodded. "Well, um.. do you want to um.. explore?" she asked, knowing that he was knew. She didnt even know his name! Thats a little crazy, but whatever. She herself- was crazy. She gave a large, broad, quirky grinn twords him

[Tiger♥Bear]

Kiran • 22 • Snow Leopard • Single
He was surprised by her offering. Not that he didn't appreciate the gesture, he just figured most people would blow him off. He was used to that kind of thing. Coming here, he was hoping for a new start so he should start getting used to the nicer people and nicer gestures. "Sure. It could be fun." When he saw her grin, he couldn't help but blush softly. He wasn't used to it. He smiled softly back at her hoping this adventure would help him open up a little more.

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₪₪ ||Ransom||Ocelot||The weird one|| ₪₪

"Lets go!" she said, and she morphed, streaking through the woods. She decided to show him around the farm. She then stopped a little ways, waiting on him. It probly gave him a shock that she morphed and ran away so fast, so the morph waited, swishing ehr tail with happiness.

[wonderlandwolf]

{ sorry for the delay, busy with school and stuff xc }

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opening her mouth to respond, she quickly shut it was the blonde went on. a tad overwhelmed by her talkative attitude, she kept her calm and composed expression. waiting for her to finish, the morph patiently waited. pretty often, lots of scientists or families that come around here. for either one, it doesn't end well. clair warned, being straight up and truthful. most likely a cell in our bodies, just like how you're born with eyes, we were born with this genetic mutation. clair spoke. honestly, she was more likely the brains of the whole system, or at least one of them. we can't bigger the raggedy pack grows, the more people will find out about us. to be truthful, the ones that don't die will end up as test subjects one day.

clair was one of those ones who weren't always positive. almost everyone with common knowledge knew that they were at extremely high risk of becoming a test subject, especially with so many members in the pack. clair absolutely hated to do this, but soon, they would have to stop accepting people. it would just grow more chaotic and loud, and soon enough, they would all end up dead.

[tyger.]

My personality?

"Me? I... Well...
When I was little, at primary school, I was really popular. Everyone was my friend- I'd play all day, and I've always remembered being younger with so much pride and pleasure. But, as I grew, my friends grew away from me. I never have liked change, and while they were growing up, I stayed behind. It hurt... And I've always rejected company since then. Now, I'm quiet. I keep to myself. Most days I don't talk at all- at least, not to other people.
I tend to get a little hostile towards others, especially if they insist on talking and I don't know them. I can't interpret what they will say, or do next."

My history?

"I've had a nice, pretty basic life so far, I think. I was never bullied, I live with my parents, I do my homework, I get good results at school. I'm an only child, and my parents both work pretty late, so after school I usually have the house to myself. This is my favourite time.
I have, ever since I first saw one, been obsessed by dogs. My first was a huge Doberman. It strutted past my cot, the sun blazing on its sleek black fur, the tan streaks. As it past, it turned its head and looked- really looked- at me. I was very young, but I can very clearly remember the look of regality in its deep eyes. It's my earliest memory. As soon as I learnt to read, I was devouring all the information on dogs that I could. The first book I read was My First Dog and Puppy Book. Kind of ironic, huh? Anyway, I worked my way up to the huge scientific papers, crammed to the brim with facts about dogs that I had never before heard of. I learned about Laika (whom I loved all the more since I was named after her), I read about Toto, Timmy, Lassie, Pluto...
I can distinguish almost all breeds of dog from one another. I know the origin, coat colours, and general personality of them, too. But I still don't have my own dog. I help out at the local rescue centre whenever I can, and I'd love to grow up to be a vet or something. "

My name?

"I don't care if you laugh at my name. I'm used to it, and anyway, I love it. I'm Laika, last name Orlo. Laika means Bark, or Barker, in Russian. Laika was a stray dog, a mongrel, and from the pictures I've seen I think she probably had some Beagle in her. I've no clue what Orlo means.."

My nickname?

"I don't really like changing my name, but my parents sometimes call me 'Woof' or even 'Snoopy'. In fact, they often call me 'Lassie' as well, and on one terrible occasion, 'Beethoven '. My music teacher thought I liked to play the piano and made me play before the class. I was awful."

My preferences?

"I like dogs, obviously. My favourite food is omelette, or maybe lasagne. I don't like swearing, animal cruelty, attention, the piano, or mushrooms.
I do like drawing, though. I draw dogs, and I like taking photographs of them, too. Mum says I have to ask permission first, but I don't. The owners look scary, and what if they say no?."

My age?

"I'm 16. I just realised I'm a morph. I was born on the 3rd December- the day Laika went into space. Not the year, obviously, but the same day."

My Gender?

"I'm a boy. Short hair. All that. A boy."

My Appearance?

"In my human form, I have swept-over, chocolate-coloured hair. I'm not bothered about my appearance, really, so mostly it looks pretty scruffy. I have one blue eye and one green eye. I get teased a little for this, so usually I tend to keep my head down.
I'm not fat, I do a lot of walking, and my arms are pretty muscular from pulling at dog leads at the rescue centre, but I don't weightlift or anything. I don't even like arm-wrestling.
As a dog, though...
Oh, yeah. That's my morph. A dog.
I'm Labrador-like, in most respects, but with a smaller size and weight. I have browny-black fur and hazel eyes, and my fur is generally quite thick- but, like all Labradors, I shed- so for a few months, I have a nice thin pelt.
I'm a solid, block colour, with no unusual markings. I fit very well in the human world, because an adorable Labrador puppy, with stumpy legs and a lolling tongue is everyone's heart-melter. That's what I look like- a puppy. I have the same short legs, the same slow way of walking... When I'm in my morph, I feel happier, free-er. I can do anything I like, go anywhere I please. But while I love being a morph, I hate the idea of other morphs. I guessed there are others, but... It ruins the fun, y'know? "

My relationship?

"I'm straight. But I've never had a girlfriend. I don't want one. I prefer dogs to people. Dogs don't ask difficult questions. Like that one."

Don't steal my image.

[Z4XX0N]

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The small Pudu tilted her head to the side as she watched the going-on's around her. There was nothing that she had to do; nothing that was of importance, at least. Well, she was still standing outside the new home of the newcomers, and Nudge and Alex had wandered off to do their own thing, perhaps Jackson could use some help. Rising to her hooves, Pippin snorted, pushing the ajar door open once again with her head, and trotting inside. The young man looked to be organising his belongings, and seemed rather disappointed with what he had. She trotted to stand next to him, pushing his leg with her small head, before she jumped up on Nudge's bed, peering at the small bunny. Cute... She then sat down, tilting her head to the side, bleating a little as her features began to distort and grow. Moments after, a young lady sat cross legged on the bed, grinning somewhat lazily at the man in front of her.

"Do you need anything?" she inquired, running a hand through her hair. "I can take you down to the store rooms, or we can go into town, if you want. I don't think it's too far away."