Camp Animus (Semi-Lit)(Open)

[VanWen]

ooc:
Accepted.

bic:
Andy moved silently along the trail towards the Main Camp stifling a yawn. She had been enjoying the peace of a day without a bunch of idiots to look after but that was over. The new Animus would be coming today, soon, and then she would have to short them and find the other cats. A snapping sound caused her to freeze and transform after a second. Someone was in her territory and there was only one person with the stupidity to hunt in the East. She let out a loud and echoing roar warning the wolf not to come any further into her territory or else.

[satuurnity]

Replying, will have to go soon so sorry if I poof. I will be back online though)

[satuurnity]

Nikki smiled and grabbed the rabbit between her shiny white canines. She ripped it open and ate, then growled defensively in return to Andy's roar. She rolled her eyes, then silently padded back to her own camp in the north. She shifted back into human form and chuckled. "Cats..." She muttered to herself.

[loyal]

- Username:
..:Wolf:..
- Nickname:
Wolf; Wolfeh; I'll adapt to whatever.
- Comments:
Actually, I'm surprised I haven't found one of these before. It's a great idea. xP
- Suggestions:
I dunno... maybe a person's first charrie here can't be an 'other' one? Or make a map of the island. That would be cool.
- Other:
None...


XxXx

XxX
- Full Name:
Alexandra Liluye Drakthorn
- Nickname:
Alix
- Age:
17
- Form:
Bird
- Species:
Saker Falcon
- Personality:
She isn't exactly cold, but she doesn't enjoy the company of others, most of the time. She will talk a bunch once she knows someone, but she isn't very vocal or cheery most of the time. She is mostly untrusting when it comes to people being kind to her, and she understands others' feelings well, though she doesn't want to. She is street-wise, and since she's run away a couple times, adapted to living on her own.
- History:
Alix has always been alone. She was born to a teenage girl, who dropped her in a trashcan outside an orphanage. As a child, she learned that the world was an unforgiving place, and now treats it as so. She was bounced around in foster homes and other orphanages, never really fit in, but she has gone all over the world with her foster families. When she got the invitation to the camp, she was living in a foster home, and she was packed before her foster parents got home. Due to the fact that this was her seventeenth foster home in three years, she didn't have much to bring.
- Description:
She wears dark colors most of the time, not because she really cares what she wears- most of her outfits are just thrown together randomly- but because they help her not stand out. Rather scruffy, as said before, she doesn't really pick and choose her outfits. The one thing she does always wear is a collection of leather and such bracelets on her right arm, she's gotten one at each country she's visited, not including her home country. She has a small scar going up her left arm, around an inch long, from when she'd fallen out of a tree; one on her upper back, where she'd been hit with a large piece of glass during a tornado; and two more on her right leg, which she wouldn't tell anyone anything about.
- Theme Song:
Alice- Avril Lavigne
- Crush:
~
- BF/GF:
~

(I'll make more people if you need them xD )

[VanWen]

ooc:
Accepted! Welcome to the rp. p.s.I love the song Alice.

We could always use a few deer. I think i might make some later.

Leaving in a about half an hour to go see War Horse. Finally! I have been waiting for three months. Stupid South Africa only got it on Friday.

bic:
Andy snarled hearing the growl and relaxed when she heard the wolf move off again. She stood on her hind legs and shifted. She didn't like people watching her shift and it made her sick just thinking about it. She could feel her bones adapting and everything inside shifting. She shook her head shaking away the horrible thoughts.

[loyal]

((Thanks, I love the song Alice as well. When people first shift, is it harder, or easier? And how about unpredictability? Would people just randomly shift, sometimes, like they can't control it?

Ach, so many questions. I have one more. Do they shift into wearing their clothes, or... what?))

...

[VanWen]

ooc:
The first time is painful for most and its uncontrollable for the first week. They can shift a small amount of clothing (It doesn't seem right or natural but it would be too awkward if they randomly changed and didn't have clothing.

After a week shifting is somewhat controllable but slow and weird. After a year you can shift in two seconds and it doesn't feel so wrong.

[loyal]

((Alright. Hey, that might be a good thing to put somewhere on the first few posts...))

Alix sighed as she stared around the mostly empty cabin that had been her home for three days. She'd transformed first in the helicopter, and had nearly broken an arm/wing thing in the process of freaking out. She'd spent her first night in her cabin, shifting between her forms, throwing up, and feeling like she was going to die. Now, she could almost feel it coming on, and she could steel herself. Her transformations all lasted exactly one hour, she'd figured that much out, at least, and she was glad. She'd figured out how to fly, sort of. It was mostly a long hop, with a few flaps of her wings. Not very... freeing.

[aberrant.]

Ada swung her panther tail in annoyance up in a tree. [i] Those deer shifters are driving me crazy,[i/] she thought to her self, starring at a deer prancing by. She hopped out of the tree and walked away. This was her second shape shift. It wasn't that bad this time.

[loyal]

Suddenly, Alix gave a half-sigh, half-strangled-caw. She was shifting once again, slowly. Her bones felt compressed, and as if they were all breaking at once. It wasn't as bad as the first time, just a shock and then pain. Then it was gone. Her eyes felt sharp, and her entire world was suddenly very big. This was why she always left one of the windows open. She'd gotten stuck in here the first time she'd changed in the cabin, and that wasn't going to happen again if she could help it. One of her long hop-flights, and she was on the windowsill. She leaped forwards, and glided down on a wind current, then found a warm one. She could feel the warmth in the feathers on her wings, and she turned into it.

Immediately, she was swept upwards. A grin spread over her sharp curved beak, or as much of a grin as a bird could have. So this was how birds flew. She pumped her wings, having learned how to fly without pushing herself down when she brought her wings up. She stretched her wings, and soared upwards, higher and higher...

She couldn't go any higher. She had lost the warm air current. Frantically, Alix pumped her wings, and managed to keep herself from falling too far. How did they do it? She frantically searched her mind. Circling. She turned, as soon as that crossed her mind, slightly. Her wings shook from the effort, but she was steadily moving in circles. Now she looked down, surprised to see that everything just looked smaller. She could see everything, she could tell where things were. She could see a cat in the far reaches of the island, could see a mouse near her cabin. It was rummaging around near the stairs. Alix's sharp eyes roved the island, looking for something- anything that she could do. An hour was all she had. She was going to... she only had an hour. How long had it been? Obviously not an hour yet, or she would have changed. It must have taken longer than no time at all, she didn't know what to think. She would go back down. It wouldn't be good if she fell from this height. Bird bones knit quickly, but she didn't think that they could fall from this height and not be a flat pancake. She tucked her wings to her sides, and dove straight down. Closer... she snapped her wings out, and felt them catch air, then she was level with the ground, around two feet from it. She landed on the cabin porch rail. New adventures were about to begin.