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Ice Breaker

Posted by: Pawprint - January 27, 2018, 02:06:52 AM - Replies (5)

Rooter

Rooter was in free loading territory. He wasn't going to earn his keep like this.

A strong bear can fight. Nothing needed fighting for. A bear can hunt. Food was around, herded in fact, which confused him to no end. He hunted other things in order to leave herded food alone. There were no other bears...no baby bears to grow numbers. The last fact made him sad. He missed the mating season. His thin size, living in Alteron, it was impossible. He could make a case. No. Too crowded for a family of bears and a mother to boot would be dangerous. Dangerous for the wolves.

Rooter grabbed a medium thick tree trunk and shook it. The whole thing tree rattled and squirrels almost fell, but gripped the tree for dear life. They were getting smarter. The grizzly stepped back and stood at almost full height on hind feet.

"Next time!" he barked. He rammed the tree with the less tender shoulder, vibrating the trunk. The squirrels jumped to the surrounding trees, fleeing.

"Hmph."

Still got it.

OOC: painfully short

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Roomparoom (Seki & Puffin)

Posted by: Pawprint - January 27, 2018, 01:42:12 AM - Replies (1)

OOC: Puppy play! If any grown ups pop up at least wait for a round or two of posts, or until one of use does something dangerous adventurous.

Beatrice

After the crazy shaker, Beatrice had been gripped tight by her parents. Mommy was very nervous and daddy felt bad all the time, even when he went to work. He never left for long, even mumbling about not joining the other grown ups near the new caves everyone was talking about. A cave was a hole that led into an even bigger hole, daddy said. It sounded soooo cool!

However when Beatrice remembered that Gampi saved little brother from drowning because of the crazy shaker, Beactrice changed her mind. A-A went missing for a long time...what if the shaker did badder things or what if it happened again? What then?

She would stop it! If daddy was too scared, maybe she could find it and stop the shakers from happening!

So Beatrice pretended she was asleep. She pretended for a long time and was sure she fell asleep for real. Just once! She even made sure she wasn't in the puppy pile. In the middle of the night, she opened her eyes and puppy crawled away for a foot or two. She checked on her family. All asleep, though she was sure someone mumbled or "woof-woofed" in their dreams. Beatrice stayed still for a moment to listen to the ground. She was sure she could hear where the shaker came from. She could hear lots of things. Mice, wind, bugs, sometimes frogs, she could hear them and sometimes use their words. She especially loved squeaking with the mice and how surprised they were she could talk mouse! (Only one out of five times, but she was getting better!) Speaking shaker should be easy. Maybe it spoke mouse!

Beatrice stood up and walked away quickly. Part of her thought to bring Rap-Rap with her, but she was sure her sister would tell her to stay put or that she was silly. So responsible and so booooring. But she was smart. She would know where to look...where would Rap-Rap think the shak--the ground! If the ground shook, it came from the ground. Oh, no.

Beatrice faced something Rap-Rap and A-A would say was bad. She found a cave.

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this wasn't what i expected [prp]

Posted by: Sheikra - January 27, 2018, 12:36:27 AM - Replies (1)

Dogmeat was gone. It had been her fault.
Mother was gone. She couldn't even explain why...
Father was also gone - she'd made sure of that - and that seemed the be the only good thing.

She'd made the move easy enough - she wasn't one to turn down the opportunity for adventure or travel. In fact she'd be lying if she said her eyes hadn't lustfully wandered during the exodus. The new lands were satisfying enough, for the eager and ravenous soul, but time would tell if it would be enough to satiate the girl. After all, she was never one who could simply stay still. Wait patiently. No. Sheikra needed to be on the move, at all times and in any circumstances. The past couple years in the shadows of others had only intensified this need.

Grumbling beneath her breath, her well-built figure strode out in the open grasses in the western parts of the second ring. With her nerves on edge, she felt the need to move, the need to do things, and she followed where her legs led her. Weaving up and down rocky ledges, around trees and shrubs, and across shallow streams, the Slab soon broke into a light pant as she came across a patch of thick herbs. Their scents were thick and pungent, and so she slowed and idled up to them. Flicking up her tail, her ears perked in curiosity, she accidentally dipped her head too quickly and found her face buried in the sweet leaves of mint.

The sudden onslaught of their slick scent forced a rather tasteless sneeze, causing her to stumbled back a step or two and fall onto her rump. Another series of disgusting sneezes followed until she was able to rub her wrist against her nose. Watery eyes squinted in agitation and embarrassment - equal parts of both - as she scowled at the stupid herbs. A low growl and muttered curse words let them know just how much she fucking hated them right now.

This land had it out for her...

text: #8fb76b
@Gray

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what fickle times these are [prp]

Posted by: Oil - January 26, 2018, 11:31:00 PM - No Replies

He had grown so accustomed to the jungles in his years.
Intimately familiar with the fungi. Aware of every herb and its uses, its faults, and its dangers. And skilled with the berries and various barks and plants that were a critical part of Saboran geography.

But this place was not Saboro. Or, at least, not what he had spent years of his life becoming oh-so-familiar with. He would have to readjust to the new region, the soil was cool against his paws, the air crisp, the water even more crisp. He would find none of his gained knowledge at use here. Then again, the crooked bastard was always up for a new challenge, and so he slunk back into the shadows, clinging to the dirt and the debris and the flora that came with it all.

Tongue lapped listlessly against his lips, his form huddled under a brush, wide eyes blazing as they focused on a particular golden eagle, freshly feasted. Anticipation ticked with the time, the former building up as the latter passed. He had not, in fact, poisoned this particular bird. At least... not directly. No. It was the elk around the mountain's ledge that he had tainted, lacing its normal grazing grounds with some new berries he had discovered. The elk ate, and then it was coincidentally slain and left for the scavengers... one of which happened to be this unfortunate eagle.

With its wings slouched, its head hanging a bit low, a bit weak, a grin twisted onto his wretched face. He watched patiently, eagerly, as the hours passed and the posture of the bird failed just a little bit more and more and more. Eventually one of its pathetic attempts at flight utterly failed, and it tumbled against a branch and down to the ground.

Half-warbles eeked from the direction where it had crashed, and the timber brute marched diligently to its dying form. Feathers were crooked and pulled, its third eyelid partially closed over. On the ground, its form warped and twitching weakly and in obvious torment, any other might have taken some action. Any action.

But he simply sat. And stared.
And studied.

All with a cheeky, cruel grin on his face.

text: firebrick
@Sincate

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The Night goes On and On

Posted by: Solace - January 25, 2018, 05:03:04 PM - Replies (4)

With the sky drawing closer to dusk, and the little chirp of insects to welcome the darkness, a very large feline with a peculiar coat of Black, Red and Blue, gave a slow yawn. His canines extended to scrap his lip whilst his tongue roughly lapped his mahogany red nose. Solace had never really stayed out in the open to rest for the day, being the night owl that he was. But he felt like taking a break from being overly cautious of his surroundings and getting a little chancy.

The big male cat rose to his paws, first the front then the back, stretching out the sleeping muscles to waken them. His surroundings were to his liking, which was the other reason why he decided to take rest there. A small field, ensnared by forest that you couldn't not enter into, a lake seemed to be closer to the trees in the field. The lake seemed to sprout with small life; fish, frogs, small water insects. It was almost crystal clear, due to the fish swimming around and kicking up dirt where they went. Solace was close to it's shore bank, slightly muddy and sandy, which bugged his fur to flinch from the tug as he rose to his paws. The smilodon began to walk towards the lake to take a sip. Not quite unaware yet of the prying eyes that may of been watching.

Notes: First Thread BAM! Big Grin

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The Zyver Region

Posted by: Nixeon - January 25, 2018, 10:40:49 AM - No Replies

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>> Home <<
It's taken over a year and a half to make, but we're officially open! The Zyver Region is an AU Pokemon role-playing-game set in its own region with Pokemon made exclusively for it. We have unique locations, advancing plots, characters, and battle system. This RPG focuses on a character's journey and growth, with less emphasis on data-driven calculations and more on creative, strategic styles of handling situations. This RPG is for everyone to enjoy regardless of their Pokemon knowledge or experience.

A destructive event known as the "Time of Chaos" left the region devastated by raging storms and disasters. Most evacuated to Kanto while they still could, but many more perished. One day, the unexplained event just stopped. For two years, people have been rebuilding - among the first to return were Professors Aspen and Maple. They discovered that Zyver Pokemon have adapted, making them wilder and stronger than those in other regions. But a new era begins as the time has come for trainers to return, mysteries to be solved, and adventures to be had. There are many dangers lurking in the shadows and some fear that devastation may one day begin anew.

Main Features

162 exclusive Pokemon to capture, train, battle, and befriend
A specially-designed battle system that requires minimal effort from players
Voice Actors bring characters to life for special events and plot announcements
An inventory with a variety of useful items and new poke balls
The story advances over time, as the region's future is shaped by our members
Freedom to choose your trainer's goals and story - the Pokemon league is only one of many options
Trainers have skills and levels too, unlocking new potentials and strengths
We strive to build a community and RPG where everyone can have fun and work together
Changing seasons and weather renew the RPG experience, but watch out for the perils of Winter!
Town festivals, a Safari Zone, puzzling challenges, and unlocking new areas - there's plenty to do!

Your journey begins here!

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Advert by a trainer

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Midnight Calling

Posted by: Shukumei - January 24, 2018, 09:42:02 PM - No Replies

Shukumei,

You may find
That my appetite gets it's way
It keeps growing and growing
Before you know it
I'm a beast swallowing prey

actions - “speech” - thoughts

New home, new scents, new everything. The Hellion greeted the bone chilling night with a huff, slinking out of her makshift den, she liked this one, reminded her of her den back in SD's original territory, the old mucky bog den of hers.... Just less.... Wet. Steam rose from her maw as she let out another gruff huff, stalking off into the darkness, seeming to weave and twist about it like a shadow creature, despite her bulk and size. The tank of a bitch took this time to explore, while many others were huddled up in their den for the night, she was prowling, learning. Maybe she would even find a more secluded spot for her own personal slumbering space, wouldn't that just be dandy?

The beast wandered from the forest into the open, heavy paws carried her toward a glimmering mass in the distance, the silver glow of the moon dancing off the surface with promise. Water. Her pace picke dup to a heavy jog and soon she was at a full gallop, her bulky figure barreling forward toward the water, paws hitting the chilly liquid, splashing it up on her chest. There was a snarl as she snapped down at the water a few times, a garggled growl sounding as she bit at the substance a few more times. She licked her lips, lowering her head now, lapping at the liquid, greedily filling her gut.

There was a sound behind her and of course, it had her fur bristlling and as if on cue, the odd trait of hers kicked in and several of her eyespots and inner mouth began glowing. With a furious snarl, the massive beast wirled about sending water splashing about her. Without warning she lunged in the direction she heard noise, fangs bared, itching for a fight it would seem. What she was met with would either be a tone of fun for the Green Monster or a disappointment.

Please...

There was so much anger...

So much rage built up.

Stored away....

Please....

Let Wrath Play.

ooc: Who wants to play? :3

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when barbarism meets religion

Posted by: Polaris - January 22, 2018, 01:48:06 AM - Replies (1)

So this was the gods' land, was it?

The sleek male had found his way across the curiously alive terrain, though the air was dry and seemed to threaten death at every passing moment. As though it were an entity all too familiar in these lands, and it found itself rather displeased at the new inhabitant. With an inward grin, cheeky and arrogant and invisible on the outside, the mutt took shameless satisfaction in denying the entity's wish. Oh no, he would not greet death here, if not as a well-matched opponent in this game of wits.

Here he would thrive and welcome the challenges that came.
He would overcome them, claim them.

The dry rocky land gave way into a magnificent chasm, that from the looks of it had been put to some theatrical use. Resting himself at the ledge of this canyon, staring down to where he could almost imagine center stage to be, he wore an air of nonchalance about him, heavy and boding. A subtle pursing of his lips would be all that betrayed his curiosity, his eyes focused on these pits.

If he listened hard enough - which wasn't too hard to do when the air itself was deathly silent - he could almost hear the roar of the gods as they cast their support for their respective warriors. Blood spilled and limbs torn and lives slain, but it was all a bloody good show.

How barbaric it all was, but if it kept the brutish in line and could satiate their bloodlust in a manner that didn't risk his life, then so be it. They could have their blasted spars and matches, but Polaris would stick to what he knew he could accomplish. Not that he couldn't hold his own, of course, should the need arise. But he had greater ambitions than to win momentary favor in such tasteless acts.

Oh yes, Polaris had great ambitions.
He could only hope he'd been sucked into the right cult to fully realize them...

ooc: prp for uri with crux

text speech: #297ab5

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"Visiting hours are between 12 and 8. You're friend is in room 2020, enjoy your time.

Posted by: Stellairria - January 21, 2018, 09:31:15 PM - Replies (5)

Stellairria,

Into the night, out of the dark,
Take to the sky,
Chasing the stars
All that we said, all that we are,
Waiting to fly,
This is the start

actions - “speech” - thoughts

She wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep, vaguely she remembered being woken up now and again... Or had that been a dream? Was this even real? Black tipped ears fell back, face twisting in momentary pain. Everything hurt, well... Not too bad but, she was sore all over that was for sure. Just a few more hours..... Please... I need rest... I need.... Eyes opened weakly, vision blury as a breathy whisper escaped her, “Ticon...” She wasn't sure where she was, last she knew he was taking her to see the Halos.... Had they made it, or had he taken her home to the X Clan dens for home service?

She let her eyes fall closed again, letting out a rattling breath, she'd just escaped death, she could feel that now. She'd been so hyped up on adrenaline that she didn't feel how hurt she'd been. Breathe.... In, out, in, out, deep in, now hold.... Exhale slowly. Her eyes fluttered open tired but, there was determination in them. Her mouth and throat were dry, stomach twisting painfully from being empty. She felt hungry, thirsty, she didn't want to move.

They bed she was laying on was so soft and smelled of... Lavender? She moved herself, twisting her body so that she was laying half up, her front legs crossed in front of her, rear still sideways, she wasn't dumb enough to move that left hind leg of hers. The right felt fine now, maybe she'd just banged it really hard or dislocated something... It was still tender but, it didn't hurt like before. She sighed, looking to a small pile of herbs to her right and a bowl to her left.

Wait... Bowl?

Water?

She leaned toward it, sniffling lightly and let out a cute, happy little yip. Water! She slowly drank, feeling herself relaxing all the more now. Oh... Oh how good it felt to have that cool liquid wash over her. Stella sighed again, settling back down, resting her chin on her legs. There wasn't much she could do now, save for wait and heal. She knew for sure she'd be getting at least one visitor, it was a matter of when now. When would he be allowed to see her, when would he show up to see her. A soft hum of delight escaped her as she buried her nose into the bed, breathing in deeply. She was sure there was lavender but, just the blend of herbs was so soothing to her. She could feel herself drifting in and out, a soft chuckle drifting from her, that wasn't water was it? It'd been tea, hadn't it? Something to keep her nerves calm and her mind at ease, to keep her from moving too much and allow her to rest. It was kinda funny but, kinda sad, as a thought rolled through her mind. I needed this.... Not so much the getting beat up bit but, the herbs, the calm, the relaxation, the healing. She'd been too stubborn to see them for help before, this time it'd been forced on her. She'd needed that.

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only one way up [anon]

Posted by: Ronove. - January 21, 2018, 09:12:19 PM - No Replies

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#b7410e
song inspo
I cut off my head and my cheetah tongue
I can't think straight and my mouth is numb

The quiet of the valley always found a way to unsettle him, the way the wind danced in between frosty blades of grass and rustled at leafless branches. Quiet meant the absence of, a though in which Ronove never really liked to linger.

It was obvious that there were fewer now in the valley after the war, less mouths to feed, more opportunity for power. That black little rat's mind began to spin at all the choices, all the ranks now freed up. What hasn't this place given you Ron? Judge pathos, Jitte, what more do you? What more could you possibly want? "Everything." Drool collected at the corners of his black lips, spilling out some for him to lick it away before it had a chance to roll down his chin and fall in thin strands to the frozen ground below.

His greed knew no bounds, lust for power and envy were rivaled by none. He'd gain his favor all over again, and paid his dues staying in this fucked up place. Reap the rewards you so desperately seek, and so what, if you gotta get your hands a little dirty by killing someone? It was all worth it in the long run. A thought of Crow would come to mind, what hadn't that fucker done to get where he was and still came to be regarded as some hero in this fucking cesspool? Now that'd be him.

Frothing at the mouth as he chew and ripped at a bone that still had a bits of chewy sinew attached to it. Claws raking across it to hold in place between his front legs. Mind buzzing wildly, and eyes mere pin pricks. Black fur spotted with snowflakes as a light flurry had just begun to pick up and vapor of hot breath escaped his mouth and nose like an angry little dragon. The lake in which he sat by was half frozen, the water still lapping lazily to shore though the further out it was cased in a thin layer of ice.

Oukoku could say goodbye to the fear it held for creatures the hardly deserved to be revered so heavily. It was time to make way for a new generation of terror, it was time to make room for this young upstart. A beast raked it's terrible claws against the insides of his rib cage, fighting to be loose. It's all smooth sailing from here on out.

A crunch of frozen grass alerted him that someone was near, golden eyes meeting the shadowy form of another, the foam still clung to his lips as his muzzle wrinkled into a snarl. "What the fuck do you want?" The black beast sneered.

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