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My gallery · by **imp.** » Tue May 14, 2019 12:23 pm

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[ people;; ]..[ total;; 01 ]..[ animals;; ]..[ total;; 01 ]..[ base ]
[ servings;; 03 ]..[ strength;; 00 ]..[ next request;; 5/13/19 ]
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We hold each others noses,
'til our faces turn blue.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ashley let out a soft sigh, her hands swaying next to her
as she walked. Tinkerbell followed eagerly behind, his loyal little
tail wagging as if she was the greatest gift he had ever received.
He was hungry, but a bark of complaint would never once leave
his mouth; those were reserved for warnings, as his throat would
eventually dry out if he gave in to his desires. There was a lack
of water for the both of them, so it was a good thing that he was
beginning to adjust to the new world. Despite it having already
been a year since the end of humanity, it was taking a little while
for them to realize how harsh conditions were nowadays. They
were still a hopeful pair, full of dreams for the future. And today,
those dreams would be put into action.. or at least, they hoped.

But I don't mind the pain,
if my lungs burn with you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀They had nothing to hold on to, nothing to worry about.
They were a team, a team where they were able to rely on each-
other no matter the obstacle. When Ashley had been cornered
by a horde of Walkers, Tinkerbell was the one to save her and
show her a path to safety. And when Tinkerbell had gotten stuck
in a trap, Ashley had been there to help him out. It was hard to
be alone, and they were both thankful for the other's role in their
new lives. Right now, as they walked, Tinkerbell was on the look-
out for any danger, while Ashley was searching for a place they
could seek shelter in. Sudden excitement pulsed through the young
girl when she spotted something, and her canine companion could
sense it. Picking up the pace, they started to run to their destination.

Our self destructive nature,
is all that we have ever known.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Slowly pushing open the foggy doors to the abandoned store,
Ashley could only look on in wonder at the empty aisles. At one point,
it would've been bustling with people, packed to the brim with fresh
product. But that was years ago, and the only thing that remained was
the walking dead, and maybe a little bit of food that outlived the end.
A smile would spread on her face as Ashley looked down at Tinkerbell,
watching as he started to sniff the area. Staying close by out of instinct,
her senses were sharp as she observed. It wasn't much, but it would do.
She was satisfied with her find, knowing that she could turn this place
around in no time. Obviously, it was take a little more than 'no time' to
even start thinking about making the old Foodland store into something
habitable.. but it wasn't like they really had anything better to focus on.

Poison each other slowly,
but at least we won't die alone.

[ actions;; ]

Request | Doctor

Ashley & Tinkerbell go on a patrol. | Difficulty Level 3
Ashey & Tinkerbell go hunting. | Difficulty Level 3
Ashley & Tinkerbell scavenge. | Difficulty Level 3

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My gallery · by **NightWolf950** » Tue May 14, 2019 2:15 pm

Number of People: 1 (1 males | 0 females)
Number of Animals: 1 (0 males | 1 females)
Next Request: x
Servings Needed: 3 (0-6)
Camp Strength: 0

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**FLASH BACK**

Mishka sat in his office slumped over a pile of paper work, lost in a world of numbers and graphs. Letting out a frustrated groan, the tall man leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment. A faint knock on the door snapped Mishka back to reality, sitting up straight he opened his eyes and saw his little sister peeking in to his office, while the majority of her hid behind the door frame. A faint smile crossed Mishka's face, his stress seeming to melt away quickly. “Vhat now Nadya?” He smiled, chuckling slightly as he watched his sister's eyes sparkle. Unable to contain he excitement the young girl jumped into Mishka's office, a large fluffy squirming puppy in her arms. “Happy birthday big brother!” Nadya exclaimed, holding the wiggling puppy up to Mishka. Mishka stood from his chair and walked around his desk to kneel in front of Nayda and the puppy, unable to hide the smile on his face. “Vell... vhat's her name?” he asked, patting the fluffy puppy's head only to receive an excited few licks from the puppy.

“Vell... I vanted you to name her... but Calina!” Nadya exclaimed. A feminine laugh came from Mishka's door way, causing both Mishka and Nadya to look up and see their mother. The older lady stepped in and took a seat at one of the chairs in Mishka's office and smiled at her children. “Vell... Mishka, happy birthday son. Nadya has been planning dis for avile now. She knew how much you vanted a dog.” Their mother spoke. Mishka gave a small shake of his head, a smile still on his face as he picked up the puppy from his sister. Nadya beamed up at her brother as both Mishka and Calina gazed at one another. It wasn't long until Calina ended up coming to the office everyday with Mishka since that day.

**FLASH FORWARD**

Mishka and Calina returned to camp after successfully gathering some supplies and thankfully not running into any zombies that time around. Upon their return back to camp Mishka was surprised to see a female leaning against one of the castle walls, waiting for him to come closer. “It's about time. I've been tracking you for days. At least you where able to pick a pretty safe place to set up camp.” she spoke, a bit of attitude in her voice. Taken back by the quick remark, Mishka let out a small frustrated sigh and then shook his head. “Vhat?” Mishka stated flattly, passing by her. Calina gave a small growl as she passed by the woman as well before ignoring her for the remaining time Mishka and the woman spoke. “Look here. I now neither of us might not like people much, but it looks like you'll need some one with medical knowledge if your gonna try and set up a camp here. Lucky for you though I happen to have that. I'm Senona.” She stated. With another heavy sigh Mishka knew it would be a rough few months, but also knew Senona was right. He would eventually need a skilled medic if he where to grow his camp. “Mishka.” he stated, setting the supplies down before facing Senona. “Everyone gets three chances. Then your out. Remember dat.” With that the pair didn't exchange any more words, going there separate ways to gather more supplies.

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{Chernaya Luna Brotherhood has 1 fasting posts left

Request: n/a
Ceremonies: n/a
Other: n/a

Medic Info: n/a
Birthing Info: n/a
Deaths: n/a

Medic Supply Run: Senona
Hunting: Mishka and Calina
Scavenging: Mishka and Calina
Patrolling: Mishka and Calina
Training: x

Mod Note: All I ask is that Mishka and Calina do not die/infected.
I have plot ideas for them. However I'm okay with injuries.

Also would like that human/animal pics are given please.
Thank you for reading. =]

Medic | Trainee | 0 | human/animal healing procedures, basic battle skills, stealth, medicine knowledge, human/animal psychology
Soldiers | Trainee | 0 | basic battle skills, stealth, stamina, communication, speed
Hunter | Trainee | 0 | basic battle skills, stealth, stamina, tracking, trapping

n/a

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Food Storage:
Strawberry | x0 | 1 serving
Blueberry | x0 | 1 serving
Apple | x0 | 2 servings
Tomato | x0 | 2 servings
Potato | x0 | 3 servings
Cabbage | x0 | 4 servings
Squirrel | x0 | 1 serving
Rabbit | x0 | 2 servings
Chicken | x1 | 2 servings
Medium Fish | x0 | 3 servings
Deer | x0 | 6 servings
Cow | x0 | 6 servings
Candy/Sweets | x0 | 1 serving
Canned Soup | x0 | 3 servings
Large Bag of Rice | x0 | 5 servings

Medicine Storage:
Tylenol | x0 | used to treat headaches/muscle aches/arthritis/backache/toothaches/colds/fevers
Aspirin | x0 | reduces the chances of heart attacks/strokes and helps survival chance
Antibiotic | x1 | used to treat infections
Baby Formula | x0 | used to feed infants under 12 months
Aloe Vera | x0 | used to treat sunburns/burns/skin irritations
Cough Drops | x0 | used to treat sore throats
Bandages | x1 | used to treat open wounds/bleeding
Oral Re-hydration Salts | x0 | treats dehydration often related to stomach issues
Charcoal Tablet | x1 | used to treat poisonings/calm upset stomachs
Rubbing Alcohol | x1 | cleans wounds/prevents infections
Ibuprofen | x0 | used to relieve pain from headaches/dental pain/muscle aches/arthritis
Painkiller | x1 | used to alleviate severe pain
Melatonin | x0 | helps with restless sleep
Witch Hazel | x0 | treats bug bites/stings
Cold Press | x0 | treats variety of issues like bruises/eye issues
Eye Patch | x0 | temp. used for eye injuries
Benzo | x0 | reduces stress/anxiety

Item Storage:
Guns | x0
Knives | x0
Swords | x0
Axes | x0
Spears | x0
Bows | x0
Grenades | x0
Leather Armour | x0
Metal Armour | x0
Wood | x1
Scrap Metal | x0
Shovels | x0

Notes:
All other info found HERE

My gallery · by **mukuroikusabas** » Tue May 14, 2019 4:58 pm

Number of People: 002
Number of Animals: 001
Servings Needed: 3 1/4
Next Request: 05/18/2019
Camp Strength: 00

The new subordinate is a female, and she can definitely hold her own. Ironclaw finds her living in a makeshift shelter on the edge of town, hungry and tired but more than ready to fight with teeth and nails. Immediately, Ironclaw finds herself interested. The female growls a warning, but Ironclaw ignores it, skirts around the edge of her shelter and lowers her head. She's not showing submission, but rather showing interest, sky blue eyes glittering as they meet the dark brown ones of the other female. Eventually, the other relents, bowing her head in submission and showing her throat.

Ironclaw decides to let her tag along. She names her Roseflower; the girl has long forgotten her old name, lost to the sands of time and on the lips of people who died a long time ago. Though Roseflower seems uninterested in anything having to do with Ironclaw, she invites her to come hunting and patrolling anyway. They will need to strengthen their bonds if they are going to survive for more than a few days.

Ironclaw and Roseflower go hunting.
Ironclaw goes border patrolling.
Roseflower goes scavenging.
The group continues to fast. 1 post of fasting left.

My gallery · by **Simonpet** » Tue May 14, 2019 6:08 pm

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 & 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧
Number of People: 2
Number of Animals: 0
Servings Needed: 3
Next Request: 05/18/2019
Camp Strength: 0
Items and Food | Teachers and Mentors | Posts | References | Worldbuilding

Progress was slow-going for George. He had to split his days between hunting, scavenging, patrolling, and building. He had made some small shelters that could hold up under a light breeze and was now working on repairing the buildings in the nearby lodge. He felt a pang of pain as he remembered walking through the doors of the lodge, Raf and Lizzie stomping their feet to clear their boots of the snow.

A bark distracted George from his thoughts. He turned, reflexively moving his hand to his left hip and searching for a pistol long-since given away. A black dog--Lizzie would have known what breed it was--emerged from the trees. He began to back away slowly, carefully sliding the rifle from its harness on his back. He'd had a couple of bad experiences with stray dogs that turned out to be zombies, and wanted nothing to do with this one.

"Get away," he growled, aiming the rifle at it. "Go or I'll shoot."

The black dog didn't move for a few long moments. Finally, it whined and slinked away. George sighed with relief. He hadn't really wanted to kill the thing but he also couldn't take the chance. Perhaps it was a real dog after all, if it had listened to him. He turned away, going back to what he had been doing earlier. It was harder than the first remodel, he thought idly. But then, that also had been almost ten years ago. Times had changed.

***
The black dog continued to show up at inopportune moments, sniffing around, barking, and generally making a ruckus. George was thoroughly annoyed with it, but couldn't bring himself to drive it away. It didn't seem to need much care, as it hunted for itself. He couldn't let it in, but he couldn't let it go. It was a maddening dilemma.

***
"I guess you're here to stay, aren't you?" asked George, scratching the dogs head. A quick look underneath had determined that she was a girl. "Here, give me that." He gently tugged at the small bird and the black dog released it, looking pleased with herself. He had no idea just what had turned his fear into apathy into...acceptance. And a form of love.

"You'll need a name," he said, inspecting the bird. He gave it back to the dog after determining that it was too mangled to salvage. "...Mila. Milatchka." The dog barked and he smiled. "Good girl," he said gently. A sudden thought had him chuckling softly. "Raphael will be so pleased to see you," he said unconsciously shifting to the tone normally reserved for babies. "It'll be his present. Come, Mila," he said suddenly, shifting back to his normal tone. "Let's go for a walk."

***
A couple of months had made Mila into an fairly obedient dog. She followed almost every command, although had the tendency to wander off if she wasn't given attention. But she was reliable, and was currently barking at an intruder.

"Hands up, get down on the ground!" barked George, never moving the rifle aimed at the other person. "Down on the ground. Now!" He was only slightly quieter than he would have been in the past, in fear of attracting zombies. And he highly doubted that he would shoot, as there was only so much ammunition he had. Perhaps a knife would have been better, but his big knives had been left with Helen and the rest of the family.

Once the young woman was kneeling, with her hands behind her head, he pointed the rifle slightly away from her. "You will tell me who you are," he growled, "why you're here, and how you found me."

"I-I-" the woman stammered. She fell silent. After a few more moments, she tried again. "M-my name is Jessica Thompson," she said. "I-I'd heard that there were a few survivors groups forming and, well, I'd figured that I needed all the help I can get."

You can't show weakness. You don't know if she's telling the truth. Even the most naive college student would have grown up fast in the wake of the zombie apocalypse. But the look in her eyes... She seemed genuine. Mila looked at George almost quizzically. He made up his mind.

"Get up," he said gruffly. "You'll be working on repairing the buildings. And scavenging when you can."

Jessica brightened, if such a thing were possible. She pushed herself up and brushed her palms on her ragged jeans. "Alright!" she chirped, glancing around nervously. "Uhh, what do you need me to do?"

She moved on fast, George noticed. "I'll show you around camp." He started walking back to camp, Mila beside him, ready for a confrontation with zombies at any moment. He shouldn't have shouted, he thought, but it was too late now.

"Have you thought of a name?"

George shook his head. "No need for one. It's not like we have much here."

"What are your goals in this?"

He hesitated before answering. If he was taking Jessica in, he might as well give her the whole story. "I'm hoping to have my family move up here, one by one. We have some radios that still work somewhat. Not for long and only in certain areas, but I will be able to tell them when and where it's safe." Out of the corner of his eye, George could see Jessica deep in thought.

"If you're going to bring in your family, why not other people?" she asked.

George shrugged. "If you're willing to work, I suppose why not. And I'd prefer former military," he said frankly, "because they tend to have skills more geared towards survival." Unlike you, he thought quietly.

Jessica bristled when she realized the subtext. "Well I've have you know," she said angrily but quietly, "that I was studying to apply to a school of veterinary medicine. I was in the top ten percent in my biology class, and the top twenty percent in math. What about you?" she asked nastily.

George remained silent, unwilling to answer.

[ CONSUMPTION ]
[ The humans of Gold & Iron consume 0 servings. ]
[ The animals of Gold & Iron consume 0 servings. ]
[ Gold & Iron has one more fasting post. ]

[ ADDITIONS & RANK CHANGES ]
[ The following animals are added: Mila, a dog. ]
[ The following humans are added: scavenger Jessica Thompson. ]
[ The following apprentices have completed their training: none. ]
[ The following trainees have become apprentices: none. ]
[ The following children have become trainees: none. ]

[ PATROLS ]
[ George goes on a hunting patrol. He takes Mila, a dog. ]
[ Jessica goes on a scavenging patrol. ]
[ George goes on a border patrol. He carries a gun. ]
[ No one goes on a medical patrol. ]

[ TRAINEES & APPRENTICES ]
[ N/A ]

[ INJURIES & SICKNESS ]
[ N/A ]

[ FAMILIES & CHILDREN ]
[ N/A ]

[ DEATHS ]
[ N/A ]

[ OTHER ]
[ N/A ]

[ MOD NOTES ]
[ I don't want any deaths or turned, although injuries are alright. ]
[ Patrol levels are 1. ]

[ Council members can never be found; only chosen from existing members. ]
[ I'd like for the following people to be found within my first ten posts: Helen (ST - C4 / HC - 8 / EC - D. Green), Elizabeth (ST - D3 / HC - 8 / EC - Gray), and Raphael Rubin (ST - D6 / HC - 4 / EC - D. Brown). ]
[ I will introduce/ask for other people at a later point in time. ]
[ In the other section, "looks for" is my request for a person. ]

[ PERSONAL NOTES ]
[ I will ignore the "official" season when it comes to storytelling, but will take it into account for actions. ]
[ Every post is six months. ]

Council
George Rubin | male | 53.5 years
↪ ST - B4 / HC - 1 / EC - Hazel

Doctors
None

Apprentices
None

Trainees
None

Mothers
None

Children
None

Elders
None

Hunters
None

Scavengers
Jessica "Jessie" Thompson | female | 20 years
↪ ST - A2 / HC - 3 / EC - L. Blue

Soldiers
None

Teachers
None

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Companion Animals
Mila | female | 2 years | dog

Wild Animals
None

Livestock Animals
None

My gallery · by **silver ~** » Tue May 14, 2019 7:33 pm

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ - 1 | ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ - 1
ꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢꜱ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ - 3
ɴᴇxᴛ ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛ - now
ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ - 0
archive

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𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜
↑ 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎
← 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎
↓ 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎
→ 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎
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𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎
ⅰ. strawberries x0
ⅰ.candy x0
ⅱ. rabbit x0
ⅱ. chicken x0
ⅱ. apple x0
ⅱ. cheese x0
ⅲ. soup x0
ⅲ. pasta x0
ⅳ. lg fish x0
ⅳ. cabbage x0
ⅴ. sqaush x0
ⅴ. lg bag of rice x0
ⅵ. deer x0
ⅵ. cow x0

𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎
none x0
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pets
juno ♂ | german shepard | 5 ❄
→ ♥ 0/4, owner is jordan

livestook

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𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜
none

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𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢
none
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𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍
none
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𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ❄ ✿ ☀ ❦
xxx"it looks to be safe, juno" jordan thought out loud. however, her words fell upon deaf ears. juno was already curled up into a ball asleep. it had been a long week for both of them. she'd really thought that group was going to last. perhaps, she thought, she should have known better.

xxxshe glanced around at the warehouse, lit by moonlight that poured through a sizable hole in the ceiling. sure, the place was trashed but the building looked, for the most part, stable. most important it would keep out the hordes of undead. well. at least for tonight. she sluggishly kicked away the layers of junk. she made a mental note of cleaning up the place. as she laid down she felt a pang of envy at juno's ability to sleep so easily. she stared up at the stars framed by weathered metal beams. she found silence was her worst enemies these days, it always managed to bring up all that she was trying to forget. luckily tonight her battle with it was quick and ultimately sleep won.

xxxjordan was woken up by the light pouring in from the ceiling. she guessed there was a silver lining to the gaping hole in the ceiling, it did a great job of regulating her awful sleep schedule. she slowly leaned up to check her backpack. unfortunately, a dead phone, a notebook, and an array of loose pen and pencils aren't edible. well, it was a lovely morning for hunting.

𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜
>> requesting a medic
(edit :: if you see this before replying, could they be ST:B1 HC:11 EC: Light Blue)
>>jordan and juno, go on patrol (difficulty 3)
>>jordan and juno, go hunting (difficulty 3)
>>jordan and juno, go scavenging (difficulty 2)

mod notes :: i would prefer traits over photos for my humans please

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
jordan davis ♀ | 19 ❄
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My gallery · by **panzram** » Tue May 14, 2019 11:01 pm

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𝐈. 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 0003
𝐈𝐈. 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 0001
𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 0002
𝐈𝐕. 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 0000
𝐕. 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬 0001
𝐕𝐈. 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 003
𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 tba
𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 00

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everything is a massive work in progress, so no writing yet!

[ consumption. ]
[ the humans consume nothing. ]
[ the animals consume nothing. ]
[ the queen’s men has one fasting post left. ]

[ patrols. ]
[ mary, francis and painted freedom go on a hunting patrol. ]
[ mary, francis and painted freedom go on a scavenging patrol. ]
[ clarisse goes on a border patrol. ]

[ request. ]
[ n/a. ]

[ camp safety ]
[ mary applies x1 wood to the camp ]

[ mod notes ]
[ I don’t want any deaths or turnings yet, but injuries are alright ]
[ all patrols are level 1 ]

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My gallery · by **leopardus** » Wed May 15, 2019 3:11 am

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there isn't really much interesting to say about this group other than the fact that they li
ve in west virginia. their leader, a young man named WILEY, had came here, looking for a
new start and change of scenery. it wasn't just that, but he had also came to west virgini
a to discover all of its oddities and peculiarities. WILEY could admit that he was expectin
g just your typical poltergeists and spirits, but never had he ever realized he'd find himse
lf in something as paranormal as this.. i mean, zombies? who would've expected zombies?

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RIVERFORD is a practically a ghost town, a town only known by a handful
of people, who are pretty much the people that reside within its lands...
that's one of the main reasons why WILEY WILSON was drawn to it, becau
se of its solitude. the place is either sparsely populated or its locals aren
't the most social people are only seen from time to time and RIVERFORD
could just be considered a forest instead of a civilization. another reason
why WILEY came was to unravel the mysteries that hid beneath the crack
s and crevices of this town, because a town like this is bound to have at l
east some paranormal activity xxxxxxx[WILEY wants to experience it all].
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before the whole zombie situation happened, WILEY had been living at v
arious hotels that he managed to stumble upon as he drove through here
after almost getting shredded apart by an infected person, out of fear, h
e ran away into the woods and ended up finding an abandoned trailer pa
rk that's been ransacked almost completely. while it wasn't the most com
fortable place to be in, it would have to do for now and he [and his group
ies] will reside here until they are forced to move to find another base...
requesting my founder to be wiley. and requesting a companion, a dog.--
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My gallery · by **mongrel** » Wed May 15, 2019 10:38 am

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there's one unspoken law in these parts - in a world where laws means nothing.

do not mess around with the cadance.

at first glance, the group is more like a military force rather than an alliance
between peoples. known for their ruthless acts coming out of necessity, the
individuals branded with the mark of this group don't take kindly to disrespect.
the cadance has been known for it's no-nonsense officials and rather extreme
tactics. the reputation that surrounds cassius, their leader, as well as those
labeled with the name "the cadance" isn't described with flowery adjectives and
sugarcoated rumors. the main priority of the group is survival, and nothing is "past
the line" in order to stay alive. being nice in a world like this will get you killed.
playtime's over.
nothing's off the table.

my founder, cassius, & his mare, matilda.

My gallery · by **inky.** » Wed May 15, 2019 11:08 am

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Number of People: 02
Number of Animals: 01
Servings Needed: 3.25 (fasting post 2)
Next Request: Whenever
Camp Strength: 00

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The creaking of the swing, the warm breeze, and the hypnotic movement of stroking Isaac’s soft fur made it hard for Heath to stay awake. When the duo had found this place three months ago, they were both skeptical. They had the expectations of buildings overflowing with zombies and death, but the town was surprisingly abandoned; the only trace of past civilization being the remaining cans of food and structure. Heath had taken a liking to the sheriff’s building. He figured people would stumble upon this place eventually, and he’d be in charge. Sheriffs practically ran towns back in the old west, so he saw it as a symbol of his authority. That and it had the most comfortable bed. There were also a few jail cells, which would be helpful once a member joined, just to make sure they weren't infected. It would be easy to keep an eye on them for the period of time needed to deem they were safe to be around. There had to be more than twenty buildings, all with beds, some with multiple. He hadn’t done a thorough search of every single nook and cranny, but with time it would get done. Isaac stirred and it pulled Heath from his thoughts. He smiled down at the golden dog. He was loyal, and not to mention so gosh darn cute. Heath tilted his head. Isaac’s eyes were wide open and his ears were straight up. Suddenly, the golden dog’s head shot up, eyes flicking around the main street that sprawled out in front of the sheriff’s building. He stayed motionless for a few silent heartbeats and then launched himself off the swing, scampering to the left, running down one of the side roads. Heath was quick to follow, but he wasn’t nearly as fast as the dog. He jumped over the railing, landing in the dust and jogged after Isaac, tugging his bandana over his face and grabbing a loose pipe in case he needed to defend himself and his partner. Heath made his way down the street, kicking up dust behind him. He stopped at the crossroad in the center of town. He started to spin around, turning in circles to try and see where Isaac went. Panic was starting to bubble in his chest. He couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not after months of survival and bonding. Not after his brother, who he’d named the dog after. He couldn’t. He didn’t know what he’d do. Thankfully, just as his mind was jumping to the worst of conclusions, Heath heard the sounds of growling and spitting. And then a whimper. Defensive instinct kicked in and he tightened the grip on his pipe, rushing to the area he heard the commotion. He rounded the corner of a building to see Isaac growling, fur puffed out in a golden cloud, snapping at a man. The man in question had a wooden beam aimed threateningly at the canine. “S-Stay back!” He warned, then he saw Heath “H-Hey! Get out of here! This wylf is gunna kill both of us!” Heath took a step forward and furrowed his brow. He was getting closer to Isaac, and so was the man. The man took a swing at Isaac but Heath caught the plank, ripping it from the stranger’s grip and taking it in his own hands. He brought it down over his knee, splintering the board in half. He tossed the pieces absent-mindedly and stood beside the dog. He gave his head a little pat and Isaac went from instant death mode to his usual happy self, tongue lolling and tail wagging. Heath smiled down at him, though it was concealed by the piece of cloth over his face. Heath made eye contact with the man, who’s eyes were as big as the sun above them. Heath was taller than him, and obviously more confident, as the stranger shrunk under his shadow. He grabbed a fistfull of his shirt and lifted him slightly from the ground. “If you go after my dog again, I’ll beat yer brains out.” He growled in his ear. Then, he released him, dropping him to the ground. The stranger just laid there, chest heaving and staring after the two as they walked away from them. Heath stopped at the mouth of the alley, looking over his shoulder. “Well,” He huffed “Ya comin’?”

•••

The man sat with his back against the cell’s stone wall. “Sorry about earlier.” He apologized. Heath handed the man, who’s name was Michael, a small glass of water. He shrugged. “It’s ok. From what you describe them as, these wylfs sound like nasty things.” Heath sighed, returning to the couch that Isaac watched the two from, head on his paws. He took off his hat, revealing the mess of dark brown hair that was hiding beneath, and set it on the side table. He tugged down his bandana and took a sip of his water, tilting his head slightly to make sure no water escaped from the burnt side of his face. The past three months had given him plenty of practice operating with his injury; being half blind had been proven to be especially difficult. “Also, I’m sorry about the threat I gave you. It’s just. Isaac here means a lot to me.” He told him, offering an apologetic smile “And for this. (he motioned to the cell with his gloved hand) It’s just a precautionary thing. We don’ want no zombies among us. I understan’ if you wanna leave. But if you wanna stay, there’s plen-y of room for ya! Plus, no one should be alone in the apocalypse y’know?” Heath had his back turned, so he was unable to see the slight blush that spread across Michael’s face. He smiled and ran his fingered through his hair. “I think I’d like that. I’ll stick around.”

[Heath, Michael and Isaac scavenge through the town]
[Heath, Michael and Isaac patrol the territory]
[Heath and Isaac hunt]