For roleplaying regular/real-world species with real-world limitations, e.g. cats, dogs, wolves, lions, bears.
by solyn » Sat Aug 15, 2015 10:09 am
they say that wildflowers are nature's phenomenon. they survive and thrive under the
harshest of conditions. they persevere, endure, and when the sunlight comes out agai
n, they rise and reach for the sun, blooming into something so beautiful in such a des
olate land. we are like wildflowers- always have been, and always will. life isn't easy
in these mountains, especially not during winter time, but that doesn't bother us. pre
y may be scarce, and hope may be a concept to naive and pup-like to even speak of,
but we are wildflowers. we will persevere. we will survive.
we will wait for the sunshine.
one. please do not be your own crush or mate. you may start with a crush, but not
a mate. please try and keep genders even when joining.
two. activity is important- please try and post at least once every two days, especi
ally if you are playing a high rank.
three. fade to blacks when necessary, and realistic wolves only.
four. try to include everyone and be nice ooc, if you have problems please resolve t
hem elsewhere.
five. all forms, reservations, and ooc talk goes on the forms and discussion thread.
six. drama is fine, just please pm me to okay big plot twists first.
seven. love triangles are super appreciated c;
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by solyn » Sun Aug 16, 2015 1:52 pm
News wrote:
■ on the 15th of august 2015:
the rp officially opened and is now accepting
new members.
News Key wrote:■ rp update
■ birth
■ death
■ new pack member
■ exile/banishment/leaving pack
■ rank change
■ mates
■ important rp event
■ other
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by solyn » Sat Aug 29, 2015 10:01 am
alarick - five - alpha brute - no romance - tagged; lance
Morning shone on the pack's territory, and Alarick sat, on top of the rock pile in the clearing, with his shoulders hunched against the wind, overseeing the doings of his pack this morning. He was always awake early; usually the first to rise, and last to sleep, worrying himself into a permanent state of watchfulness. It wasn't particularly early in the morning, the sun had been up for around half an hour, and he knew that his patrols would soon begin. It was then he decided that he needed to get out of the camp that morning, and began to hop down from the rock upon which he had perched himself, ears pricked forward a little at the prospect of getting to see the territory again.
He made a beeline for the den of his beta, Lance, and paused outside of it for a moment, hesitant to wake him, before he lowered his head and stuck it inside the den, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. "Lance?" he called, voice wary and quiet, so as not to wake anyone else in the surrounding dens. "Lance, are you awake? I'd like to tag along on the morning border patrol, which means I'm leaving you in charge."
ares - five - warrior brute - no romance - tagged; zoran
The sunshine was not welcome in Ares' den, as far as he was concerned. With a short huff, he rolled away from the entrance of his den, and curled up tighter in order to try and stuff his face under his tail, though really this only produced minimal success. With a disgruntled flick of his ears, he sat up, and then stretched, shaking out his pelt to dislodge debris from his nest, before swinging himself around and padding out into the daylight. The pack seemed to be suspended in a sleepy, not-quite-awake state, which Ares supposed was fitting as it reflected the way he felt. Blinking his eyes, and taking a deep breath of the cool, fresh air- even in spring it was still fairly cold- trying to clear his head.
He stood there, unmoving, for a few moments, until he'd finally gained sufficient control of his muscles, stretching himself out again and trekking across the camp to the trainee den. He wondered whether Denali, the elder of the trainees, was excited about becoming part of the pack, and resolved to talk to his old den-mate, Time, whenever he got the chance to do so. For now, he slipped into the den, his awkwardly bulky frame leaving him little room to move as he shuffled around the black she-wolf, and hovered over the den of his own trainee. He paused for a moment, before leaning down to nudge his side with his snout. "Oi," he said gruffly, "Zoran. Come on, we're doing some training this morning, get moving."
kella - two - hunter fae - no romance - tagged;
--Kella is asleep, feel free to wake her c:
calantha - three - omega fae - no romance - tagged;
It was with a gentle yawn that Calantha parted her jaws for the first time that morning, opening her eyes to blink rapidly in the sunlight filtering through the roof of the omega den. Much like the trainees, the omegas didn't have the comfort of a singular den, unlike the rest of the pack. And the omega den wasn't anything grand to start with, barely enough room for five wolves, and even with the three of them, as there was, it was cramped. It's not very well constructed, either, Calantha thought with a bitter tone as a chunk of debris fell and caught her just behind the ear, making her shake herself to dislodge it. Unlike the rest of the pack, she did not immediately move from her nest.
There wasn't much for an omega to do, and it was a boring life, one that Calantha had desperately been trying to escape for a long time, though with little skills to aide her, Calantha was aware of the limited possibility of her moving up in the ranks. She sighed at that, closing her eyes again and leaning her head on her paws again, lolling it to the side as she placed a paw over her muzzle and squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to go back to sleep.
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by 'messy » Sat Aug 29, 2015 10:19 am
≻ una ≺
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----feeling worried
----tagged greer
----rank loner
----crush none
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- Sighed softly she was thourghly exhausted, the pair had been walking for maybe twelve days now, but who knew how many exactly she'd lost count a long time ago. The limp puppy hung for her jaws as she trudged onwards through the thick snow, looking for somewhere to hide Greer away while she tried to forage something near edible. The pair hadn't eaten a proper meal for a while now, and though she didn't care about her own almost skeletal figure, she couldn't bear to look at Greer's honey outline it made her feel sick with dread. She couldn't lose her last pup, and if she did it would once again be her fault, she couldn't take it again.
- Pushing the thought from her mind Una spooted a small nook, hidden underneath some old twisted tree roots just big enough for Greer, That'll do nicely she thought softly slipping the sleeping pup gently into the safety, licking his forehead before trying to pick up a scent and running into the woods following it. She knew leaving Greer asleep was a mistake, he'd wake up and panic but they both needed food if they wanted to survive.
≻ greer ≺
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----feeling fatigued
----tagged una, the pack
----rank loner
----crush none
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- Had slowly drifted into sleep as he hung limply from his mothers mouth, he was too hungry to do anything else and too exhausted to think about food. He wasn't in a deep sleep so could feel every move his carrier was making, and so when she stopped he peeked through one eye happily crawling into the nook for a rest. Almost instantly falling into a deep sleep, not realising his mother slipping away to hunt something for the pair of them.
- The pup awoke to find himself alone and terrified, against his better judgement he scampered out of the den, looking round for his mother. The shabby excuse for a wolf ran into the trees trying to follow his mothers scent, but wasn't even sure how to scent. He picked up something and tried to follow it, but unknowingly travelled into the pack territory finding more and more different scent, he followed the main body of the arriving in a clearing not realising he was in the packs camp. The pup pinned his ears seeing all dens around him, he could see a few wolves dotted around none of them his mother. Greer began to panic memories rushing back as he tried to run back the way he came but fell over too overwhelmed, hungry and exhausted to pull himself back up again. The adrenaline had kept him going, but now the fear was holding him back.
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by hollyglow » Sat Aug 29, 2015 10:20 am
Time
I yawned, stretching my jaws wide. It was a clear day, and I could already feel the warm sunshine soaking through my thick fur. It didn't exactly mirror my mood. I'd had no luck hunting yesterday, which I blamed on a leg injury that had flared up a bit. However, after I tripped while we were trying to take down a deer, I'd been sent back to camp. I hated it. After all, the injury had already healed. It was just a little achy sometimes. And I didn't want to be useless. Stretching, I accidentally kicked Kella in the side.
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to die for lack of love is horrible.
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the asphyxia of the soul.
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by víolet » Sat Aug 29, 2015 12:58 pm
↬ anathema.
( fae ) - ( warrior ) - ( crush: lance ) - ( theme: goner//twenty one pilots ) - ( tags; open! )
sitting to herself beside a gentle stream, the white fae's eyes darted from the quiet water to the loud echoes of the birds whistling their way through the forest. she sat to herself alone, thinking, wondering, pondering through her mind, yet for some reason the only thing that seemed to be getting to her brain was the annoying chirp of the bird: c-c-c-c-caw! c-c-c-c-caw! if i hear one more caw-caw, i will kill every bird in my sight. the female thought bitterly, memories of her past flooding into her mind just as she thought of the word kill. she was supposed to be dead. she was supposed to be gone, just a spirit, because her fur color was looked down upon in her previous pack. she was hurt for it and suffered, until one day, she woke up in an unfamiliar place. and it's funny, really, because they say home is the place where your heart is. and until she finds someone or something that can save her from the past, she has no home. just a wanderer, trying to hard to escape her memories and find peace with herself. just a wanderer.
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