Divided We Stand - Chat and Discussion

[Nellas]

Mirage, my breath is completely taken away.
I love the light and dark values of the piece, and how it's colorless but for her eyes. And her expression and pose, you captured her so beautifully my heart is just. <333
I went back and reread their first meeting and am feeling all sorts of inspiration now. It would be interesting to see Amos and Sparrow interact again sometime.
Also- I am so impressed with the background of that sketch- I don't often see backgrounds of yours and you did it so well. And there's something about the mountains in the background that really give a feel for the northern mountains, and make me want to go there myself- it just must be so beautiful.

If you feel like sharing, I'm curious about what other scenes have been favorites of yours.

Wolf, your "I try not to do feels too often" made me smile, not laughing at you but just kind of chuckling at my own self because I am comprised of sappy feelings like. constantly. I feel like I could write pages about how great ya'll are.
In all seriousness though, I agree completely with what you've said. I feel like these rps have really seen me change and grow as a writer, I've been so lucky and grateful to be part of everything, and to have this rp connecting us.
And we are really lucky to have you, Wolf; it feels like you've been with our little group for more than just this one.

(Wolf I gotta hear about your adventures at the human society at some point)

Happy two year anniversary, everyone <3

[-goldleaf-]

Uhhh holy moly me oh my, Amara is the apple of my eye

Mirage that picture is stunning, I just keep staring at it. I also love the lil white mark on her chest, it looks like a little angel. I just really appreciate how strong you made her look. We all love her so much.

I too have the feels, 100% of the time really. I'm just really happy you guys and this place exist. In that Order.

[Nellas]

A wholehearted second to what you said, Goldie.

(also I am blushing at your compliment of Sparrow. ee. thank you)

[*~WolfSoul~*]

Aww Nellas thank you so much. That means a lot to me. When I first started here I felt rather intimidated for a while, both by the writing proficiency and the closeness of the group - but now I can say that I feel like I've snuggled right in with you guys. (Even if I have to ask "Who is...?" every once in a while.)

As for my humane society adventures, I'll be happy to tell you all about them! I'll have to get to class soon, though, so just message me later. I will say that selling hot dogs to drunk people last night was interesting. Unfortunately, I also have to go get a tetanus booster today so I can continue volunteering at the shelter. So hopefully that goes well I sometimes have a tendency to laugh hysterically when I'm frightened or in pain, I'm hoping I can keep it together and not freak out the poor nurse.

[*~WolfSoul~*]

Update: I got my shot and it went very well! I am hoping my arm won't be too sore tomorrow.

Now, you guys probably know those "Imagine your OTP" prompts, right? Well, sometimes they're more general and can be applied to a whole cast of characters, and sometimes I like to take a prompt and do a little paragraph for each of my wolves separately just for fun. And there was one that I found for how your characters would deal with kids. And I was going to write for Amara, Saber, Beau, and Jesse. But as should come to no surprise, Amara ended up being way longer than I intended and now I just have senseless Amara + puppies drabble. So I figured I'd post it here and let you guys read because it took quite a while and just keeping it hidden away on a file in my laptop feels like a waste.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ *throws this at y'all and runs away*

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Write from the point of view of someone who doesn’t have kids, has no experience with kids, and doesn’t think he/she particularly even likes kids.
But then, suddenly, he/she has to take care of a baby or a little kid for some period of time.

Amara: She is nearly as shy with the pups as she is with the grown wolves, at first. Especially when said grown wolves are nearby, watching her. It is hard, in the beginning, for Amara to bring herself to care about them. They are so much luckier than she was, and it is difficult not to feel bitter. Nevertheless, pup duty is in her job description, and she fulfills her task as best she can. Mostly, she just tries to keep them occupied so they don’t ask to go on ‘adventures’ outside of camp. She referees their playfights carefully, always piping up softly should things get too rowdy or one-sided. She tolerates them when they practice their pouncing on her tail, even with minimal grumbling. She endures countless exploratory journeys outside camp, never very far away, worrying over their adventurous pawsteps the whole way.

She teaches them to appreciate the flowers, and when they accidentally roll over one during a game and plead, “Mara, Mara, we’re sorry!” she tells them that it’s okay, and a few days later shows them the flower again, crooked and still growing.

The pups learn that they can tackle her from the left, because her right side is strong enough to slow the fall, but not from the right, because she is crooked like the flower.

When the pups are made to come back in for the night at dusk, and begin to complain “We’re bored,” she lets them fit into the curve of her side and constructs stories, pulling from nothing but the air. Some of them fall into dreams at the sound of her voice, some stay up to mumble “good night, Mara” drowsily before drifting off to sleep. Should any of them wake from nightmares, she paints soothing pictures with her velvet voice until they fall asleep again, and if no adult wolves are around, she will even sing.

When the pups become old enough that the notion of romance does not fly over their downy ears, they take notice of any brute Amara talks to and show no grace in waiting for him to be out of earshot before asking Amara boldly, “Do you like him?”. Amos becomes no stranger to the trail of shrill giggling and Amara’s flustered “Now, stop-“ as he walks away after a word with the soft-eyed dove.

Should any loner pass through the pack, he shall be greeted by a crowd of gangling pups, all mischievous pearly grins and twitching ears, “This is our nanny Mara and she is very nice and she is single-“ It’s usually at this point that the grey furred fae catches up to the pups and scatters them, giving the brute a well-worn apology before heading off to scold them, even as her lips twitch tellingly upward at their bubbling laughter.

She is neither their mother, nor their sister, and not quite their mentor, protector, or friend. She is perhaps a combination of all of these in one way or another, but mostly she’s just Mara. And so long as there is some hue of happiness in the pups’ eyes when they look at her, that is enough.

[The Royal Mirage]

Thank you everyone for the lovely compliments, I'm still trying to work on the piece I ultimately decided on (but as is apparent, my style seems to be going through a metamorphosis of some sort). Nellas, I have to admit that a lot of my favourite scenes are rp'd out with you, like the infamous hug between Opal and Finch, or really any moment with Gemini and Clarence (I love those too so much, I can't even). Some other contenders were; the scene where Opal enters Devin and Fenrick's workshop, with Fen at the dimly lit desk surrounded by instrumental things; Amara's answer to Amos' little nose boop, or when she wakes him up and he's still sort of seeing things in his hazy state; Anything with Nutmeg and Tanga, or Roan and Tanga (like that pose he made to look all innocent that just makes her think he's even cuter). There are just too many interactions that I loved in this rp, and I'm sure there will still be many more once I'm out of this funk. Thank you all for your patience <3

Wolf, I legitimately almost cried at that, and you had me smiling so wide at the mention of Amos. It makes me want to bring in Ezhno so much more now, why do you do this to meee! Is there a link I can follow to somewhere with writing exercises like that? Doing headcanon stuff about my characters might help, and I really want to get back into the flow of things again.

Also, random Ginkgo dooble, I've been trying out manga-styles and the eyes reminded me of her

[*~WolfSoul~*]

Ginkgo is so cute, and I am in love with her little bird and his expression omg <3

Thank you so much for the kind words, Mirage! I was so happy that I managed to fit just a tiny blip of Amos in there eeee I'm garbage
Also I'm SORRY okay but PUPPIES

Also sure thing, I like this site: yeahwrite.co
They have lots of prompts here's the categories to help: http://yeahwrite.co/prompts

I tend to go for the character prompts, they suit my purposes best.

EDIT: oh my goodness Mirage all those scenes are awesome, I absolutely love those two scenes with Amara and Amos you mentioned. Also I too have a soft spot for Clarence and Gemini's interactions, there's just something about them

I will be so happy when I get to see whatever you're making, Mirage :ppppp

[The Royal Mirage]

Thankyouuu, hopefully this gets the ball rolling in my head to get back to replies <3

Ginkgo is my cutiepie, though the few rp's I had her in she never really got past the introductory stages Maybe she can sneak in here with Ezhno, because I'm trash too.

Amaros forever

[*~WolfSoul~*]

Whyyyy do I ship it so much I would sell my blackened soul to see more art of them

I hope you get your muse back, Mirage! I like the site but sometimes you have to dig a little bit or alter the prompts to make it fit for non-human subjects. It's still a very nice place, though.

Ahhhh yes, I see I have started something with all this puppies talk. I am unrepentant.

[The Royal Mirage]

Take a character from a story you’re currently working on and write about what he/she was like as a child.

So this kind of turned out more like a little self-contained post than a real exploration of character, but Lia was just all over my head with this prompt. I know she doesn't pop up much in the rp, but she's always been one of my favourites. It's just the loner position that keeps me from tossing all the Lia at you guys.

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“Bet ya can't catch up, Mimi!”

Breathless laughter slowly faded as the white pup glanced behind her waving tail, a gridelin form slowly shrinking in her sights as her paws carried her further away. Her sister's gaze followed wistfully, before the pup turned her head in the direction of camp.

“I can't today Leelee, I have training...” Maia's soft voice rung out across the field, barred slightly in its voyage by the few sapling trees that stood between them. Lia felt her heart sink, tears pricking at forest orbs. Maia was always busy now, always with dad, neither of them had time to play anymore. Not since the sisters had reached apprenticehood.

Lia's throat felt tight at the mixture of jealousy and loneliness, trying to swallow down the bitter lump as she looked away. A sour expression spoiled her delicate features, twisting her smile into a grimace with brows lowered over brooding eyes. “You're always training,” she muttered, flagged tail lowering as she took in her sister from the corner of her eye. Even at 6 months, Maia was shaping up to look just like mother had – her silvery fur both glimmered and faded into her surroundings, the fluffiness of puphood starting to shed out to a glossy finish. Her legs were long, her tail was long – Maia just seemed to be all lines, her large paws showed she wouldn't be undersized. She was everything their father could want in an apprentice, while he barely had time for his elder pup, too rounded, too delicate to hunt or fight. He hadn't been the same since mother had passed, always focused on the pack and its welfare, never on his familys.

“Lee, why don't you come too?” Meeting her sister's gaze again, emeralds softened at the tint of sadness in the opposing turquoise. “Maybe, if dad sees what you can do, maybe he'll let us train together...”

The burning tears faded, a few lingering in the corners of her eyes as Lia wiped a paw across her cheek self-consciously. It was hard to believe father would want her there, but seeing Mimi just as upset as her at the prospect of separation, it eased the painful clenching of her heart. They were sisters, they shared everything. Even their pain. With an enthusiastic nod, the pearl pup pursed her lips so as not to let them quiver with emotion, padding back to her lifelong friend and allowing her younger sibling to embrace her with those long, long legs. It was a feeling of comfort that seemed it could last forever, and she buried her nose into that glossy grey ruff in response.

Maybe things would be okay.
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Closest thing to a good rp post I've written for a while, it makes me want to attempt at answers tonight but I need to get some rest (I have stuff to see and people to do tomorrow.. wait, reverse that). I'll do another prompt when I have more time to sit down and write, and maybe then I'll crank something out for you guys <3 Thanks so much Wolf for the link, I agree it's difficult wading through there for something that applies to non-human characters, but when something clicks it really does inspire you.

Mimi and Leelee best childhood nicknames ever