Fantasy animal roleplays featuring animals with special abilities/powers, or fantasy creatures such as dragons, unicorns, etc. However this category does not include fandom-based roleplays such as Warrior Cats or Pokemon
by Kaylawolf » Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:56 pm
Elite maneuvered her body out of the way of the water. A trick she learned from living on her own. "Your just as weak as you f**king mate." She snarled, baring her metal fangs that where ready to kill.

It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell.
But the old wolf's dead and the young one's gone south
to play the Game of Thrones,
and all that's left us is the ghosts.
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by Kaylawolf » Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:59 pm
Elite snarled and ran threw Thorn, burning his fur, and internal organs as she ran right threw his body and armor. She then clamped on to his paw, her metal fangs burning the flesh and skin of his paw.

It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell.
But the old wolf's dead and the young one's gone south
to play the Game of Thrones,
and all that's left us is the ghosts.
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by dmlp » Sun Jul 10, 2011 6:07 pm
Crow snarled silently but stayed looking at the wall.
Ember and Diablo came on each side of Thorn. Ember's golden armor of diamonds shone and twinkled and Diablo grew to the size of a full grown Asian Elephant, his max. height. Both growled feverishly
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by Kaylawolf » Sun Jul 10, 2011 6:10 pm
Elite snarled at him, and when he threw her, Elite used his strength to throw him on to the rock, hard. Elite growled and slashed the opening parts of the armor, hitting his flesh and with her razor claws she took out a large amount of flesh from his rib cage. She roared at him, and fire blew into the wound, burning the flesh around the bones of his rib cage, leaving him in excruciating pain. "I Don't Want You D@mn Pups! I Need Your Mate Dead!"

It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell.
But the old wolf's dead and the young one's gone south
to play the Game of Thrones,
and all that's left us is the ghosts.
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