Username: S H E W O L F
Favorite type of RP: Hmm... That is defently a hard question for me, since that I have a crase for certain particular RP's... If I have to chose, my top five are: Zombie Aplocolypse; Fey RP; Survival RP; Winter Romance and anouther one which is nagging at me in the courner in my brain.
Roleplay sample: This one is from " When it went silent." This scene if from a group of bandits called the Night Slayers attack killing/destroying everything. Oh and I forgot, they toom her older brother for the use as a slave
Silence. No twittering birds, or the thud as deer stampede through the bracken. Emptiness filled the landscape, obscuring any life that had once lived peacefully their. Tearing her eyes from the desolation, Rowan started toward the village that was once called home. It was clear that The Night Slayers had not been generous this time, taking all the food and poisoning the water; killing everyone in their path. The one well kept village was in ruins, blood staining everything insight. Slowly she set of towards her cottage. Flames met her, forcing her to go back. Choking, she turned around and fled. Fled from her past, and the horrors inside it. Breathless she found her self at the top of a cliff top. She remembered when she was a kid her father used to throw her in the air and catch her gain. Memories lost in the wind. Whistling, Rowan called the familiar tune that her father had taught her, to summon her hunting partner. An eagle flew past her, than came back settling on her shoulder. Her eagle, her hunting partner. She turned, facing away from the village and set on finding her brother.
Hours past and Rowan was still walking where her feet took her. She was still shocked, numbness obliterating any feeling inside her. Everything was calm about her, the sky was blue and the twittering birds were back. Unfocused, she didn't see the tale-tale sighs of footprints ahed, until she tripped and her face was right next to one. Snapped out of her numbness, she could see the footprint and could study it more closely. It was fresh, the footprint clearly a girls. Rowan stood up, and in the distance she saw a horse.
The night Slayers, she thought instantaneously, but it couldn't be. They would of left know.
Spured on by this knew thought, she sprinted like she never has before and shouted.
"Wait."
She stopped and waved her arms. The rider turned round...
Two: This post is from the blood group: I was just posting for the sake of it, and to reply to other's peoples pots.
Gryffon crouched there in the oak tree, it's strong branches sporting his weight. His eyes scouted the area for intruders. He heard a slight shuffle ahed, and his eyes spotted movement at the edge of camp. He was about to raise the alarm, but the bush shuffled again and a fox came out.
A fox at this time of day? he questioned, suspicious. And here aswell? I haven't seen any fox excreiment allday...
He shrugged it off, thingking there was a fox den somewhere, waiting to b e discovered. He swung his legs over the branch, so he was hanging by his hands. He checked the distance was safe, and he let go, landing in a pile of fallen leaves. Brushing some dirt of, he walked of towards a fallen tree at the edge of the clearing. In the aclove of the bark, he had hidden his close supplies. He peered inside and pulled out his weopanery. What came out was justa pair of ordinary leather gloves, unfit for this time of year. However,he pulled them on and cocked his wrist upwards, and hidden baldes came out in ether hand. Smiling to himself, he turned round and headed back to camp.
Gryffon noticed a pair of wolf eyes looking at him intently through the bushes that protected the hide out. Gryffon laughed and instinctivelycoked his wrists downwards, sendding the blades back into their sheaths. Gryffon knelt down and patted amoux gently on the head. He was about to go into the den, when his eyes noticed a fresh wound in her side. He gently aprted the fur around it, so he could inspect it more closly. It was hunting wound, supposedly where an angry buck must of punctured her side with it's antlers. Gryffon searched hthe camp for any sign of any members of the blood group but found none. He bit his lip, knowing that he was a fail at medicail treatment. He decided to get some leaves to bound the wound, to stop it geting infected. He chose the right leaves and gently put them on the wound.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: Two:
Alone in this godforsaken place| survival rp
Where the wolves howl : "Magical" wolf rp.
