Link to Gone is here. Wolf role play.We have high spots open. 1 Lead Hunter, 5 Fighters, 5 Hunters, 3 Scouts, 1 Gama, 5 Omegas, and 1 Loner. Always accepting though. Once Most spots are filled, a new pack will be added.
↓A lone wolf, wandering the forest. A pack, dying out. You, stuck and starving, alone in the bitter northland. The Indians call a river the Yukon River, while the Whites always called it middle west Canada. Whether or not you survive, you'll be living there, forever. The Yukon River is so long, some wolves who disembark on adventure are lucky enough to make it home without death knocking. Fall brings the loss of the pride, taking the colors. Autumn, dangerous as well, is when ice forms, silencing the winds and river, making falling the ever more feared. Winters are harsh and famines are merciless in the frozen northland. The spring time is most dangerous, ice crackling under your paws, tormenting and threatening to plummet you to your demise. Now summer is different. Always, every year, after the Indians leave for the next part of the valley, a transformation happens. Everything comes to life. Moving wasn't the life these beings dwelled, but color is what they harnessed. The glow of the forest was breathtaking every night. Faintly so was this glow, that only the wolves could see it. When a paw touched the mossy forest floor, the paw step would flare up with amazing colors. The life of the wolves prided in the knowing of their land, but still fear for it. The Wild, a cold furious place, stopping movement, depriving life. Unfortunately, Man is what it hates the most, which once made the wolves fight them. Now all that is left is you and the remainder that have lived to fight another day. Try your ambitions here. Pray you stay safe.↑
Link to Wires. Humans With Powers.There are many spots needing to be filled. The spots in Freedom are Doc, Nurse, and Members. The spots open in Captivity are Doc, Nurse, Techie, and Members. The town folk spots are Mayor, Doctor, Carpenter, Butcher, Market Runner, Town People, and Rural People. It currently has nothing going on, so nothing has been missed if people wish to join. Thank you and please take a look!
❖ Just close your eyes. The power will return, you hope. ❖
❖ It has been days since you realize you have a power, but you just don't know how to get it to return or follow your will. Rumors have been spread about a man named Spike. He has, on record, been the one to cause problems, but also to help people find their powers. Now other rumors have spread that Freedom's leader, Star, is hiding something. Will you be the one to figure out what Star is hiding? Or will you be the one that Spike is hunting? ❖
❖ Captivity Beginning: Your life lies ahead, whether you accept it or not. With the powers you now have, you just can't be carefree anymore. People are starting to question you. Some are wondering if your human. Running away from your past, the foster systems, or to just clear your mind, you stumbled upon it. A cabin, in town. Entering, you see many different things of people standing together in picture frames. Boxes were everywhere. Taking a peak in one, you see a picture. This picture had a blonde girl and a man. Another one had a different girl with brown hair. You read the bottom. Spike and Alaya. You compare the two to hear a voice. "That was me. Many years ago. I can remember those days." You see no one, but you just shrugged it off. You let and now, a month after, you come out to find that the place was different and the man who spoke wasn't there anymore. A girl with the blonde hair came up. She was in the picture. "Your in my realm. The realm of Captivity. Welcome." You hear her voice and realize, that this. This was your future. "I'm joining." You say with pride and dignity. ❖
❖ Freedom Beginning: Running away. So fed up with all the rumors, lies, picked on, and your past. Always stayed out of trouble. That was you. Being the good kid. Well, not anymore. You take the old forest path, going to prove yourself. They said you couldn't do it, couldn't get in. How wrong they will be. You have heard about Freedom and all the different pasts about them. One intrigued you though. Star. No knows her past, no one knows her real name, and no one knows the secret she is hiding. Before you know it, something tackles you, and snarls. You open your eyes to see a grey wolf hovering over you. His fangs were white as he growled. "Up." You hear a voice of the famous Star. Hearing up, you also stand up as the wolf gets off of you. You might actually achieve your dream. "You're far from home." You hear her speak with authority and a hint of amusement. Another girl came out as Star circled you. She started in the opposite direction, also walking around you. "Your at Freedom. Joining? If not, then run while you still can." You decide then and there to join. "I'm Joining." ❖
❖ Other Beginning: Your life is going perfect! Nothing could ruin your career. You work, get paid, and then have fun at home with who you call your family. If you could, you would start a few things over again. Maybe get the person of your dreams, or the kind heart you never had. Seems like nothing else could go wrong, until police activity seemed to go up. No one can figure out why the cops are driving around town in squad cars more frequently. Maybe it's because of one of those pesky group of kids. They will get what is coming their way, won't they? ❖
The Stalking Game. Something you won't forget...The Stalking Game currently only has one game, as I am seeing how many people would join it. Once more people join, more games shall be made. We currently have the last two spots needing to be filled. The Star and The Spectator. If the spot is filled or good suggestions (Starting with S only) are sent, more will be added to the games. Thank You!
A game of death. Many years ago a tradition was started. A kingdom was strong, but every day a grave was made. Just one a day. A single killer was running loose in the kingdom. When the king had found out that people were getting murdered in the night, he wanted the killings to stop. He made a deal with this killer. A contract, once signed, can not be repealed. What he started was a game. That is the game of death. The Stalking Games. The killer was the first stalker. Six other willing volunteers were chosen. Three days and three nights would pass, and on the fourth morning of the games, only the killer came out. The king decided that a serum would be made. Before entering the games, twelve hours earlier, any volunteer would be given the shot. The blue serum was for revival. A reviving serum. After three days and three nights, on the fourth morning, the dead would breath again. The serum could only work once. It was declared by him that the killer would be given a false serum in hopes that they might die. The next day, the games began with a new stalker. The new stalker killed the killer, and hearing the news, the king was overjoyed. Remembering that he couldn't withdraw the contract, The Stalking Games continued...
Running Free. No humans, and no restrictions. This is where the farmlands that are closing in end, and the prairies' winds blow your freedom to your heart. Wild horse role play.Completely brand new! Just opened up and accepting less than a day ago, and needing members! No humans are in it. Always accepting.
↓In the midst of the moment, you took the advantage. Freedom always had it's toll, but this toll was nothing to you. A fierce storm had tore through. Horses once tamed by the hand of man now were open for freedom. Any humans that ever spotted you were afraid and were scared of you. Once free, always free. A cage, rope, whip, nor loss of a battle ever affected. They broke, harsh and horrible. Never looking back, and never, ever, going back. No matter how many battles were done, there was always one more coming another day. The war wasn't won until the end, and a battle never showed any light.
North America, long before any settlers found the plains, before Indians first saw a spur, before any pain or hurt came, there were horses. The wind of the plains, the rush of the water, the rain of the clouds. They never let one battle decide their fate in life. Some traveled alone, others paired or grouped up, hoping to survive another winter. The grass was such a wonderful place to be, feeling free and at home with the sweet scent wrapping everything. If a forest shelter was found, it never helped normally. A forest of two to ten trees, fifteen if you got lucky enough. No mountains could be seen for miles, as none stood above the horizon. Clear simple ponds, a slow flowing river, many hot springs, and simple creeks ran through the land. Here a place of security is found, yet terrors hunt around. The wilderness is a vast unknown place, and here the horses roam and defend their dearest for survival of the fittest.↑
