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Before Your Time [Julek]

Posted by: Cyenide - October 11, 2017, 10:25:07 PM - Replies (1)

Old age is like climbing a mountain.
You climb from ledge to ledge.
The higher you get, the more tired and breathless you become,
but you views become more extensive.
- Ingmar Bergman

[OOC: This is a private role-play between myself (Apocolips) and Julek (Uri). If you would like to join this role-play please message both of us. Thank you!]

He really shouldn't be climbing mountains anymore, the old veteran thought. But his soul was light, his body happy despite the aches and pains he had suffered climbing up the mountain ridges and then coming back down. His navy eyes, sage like and wide, practically glowed. He was in the land that he had called home. Finally, he had returned to the trees, the paths that he knew. It was different, as things could not withstand the test of time. Cyenide had changed. He was older, more grey on his muzzle then what there used to be. But he walked on within the borders of Nardir, forgetting his hurts and forgetting that he was supposed to be learning the culture that it had eveolved into when he had been gone. Things had changed greatly in that aspect.

But the old wolf ignored it. Ignored it with a passion as he explored the area he had roamed. New scents came to him, as did old ones. he did not wonder towards the western edges, as that was where the love of his life had disappeared from him forever. He was better, had overcome most of the grief, but the wolf still avoided a few things about it. He did not wonder to that spot and he stayed in the eastern edges. The east had more forests anyway to his mind. he was lost in his musings, thinking about the past. Thinking about training with Jakoby and Antink. Thought about meeting Shen, the previous alpha. He did not see the other wolves who lurked withing the woods.

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third time's a charm??? // echo

Posted by: Sybella - October 11, 2017, 10:07:09 PM - Replies (13)

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Sybella was having a particularly challenging time in her new home. It wasn't until just recently that she felt completely recovered from her vomiting episode she faced upon discovering Gemini. In addition to battling her crippling health, she was confronted with many happy families and adorable, small orphans. Normally, it'd be ideal to see such pleasant houses, but the ache she felt in her heart was far worse than any stomach bug. To see the gathering of mothers, fathers, and children was a consistent reminder of she'd never get to experience for her own.

Today, Sybella would go out of her way to avoid exposure to all of the above. She sought out to explore the perimeters of her new home, assuming that there had to be some sort of restriction on the young ones traveling too close to the border. Coming across the faerie pools was the greatest fortune she'd had since arriving. Her eyes, green as the foliage that flourished around her, were wide with admiration for the beauty she'd uncovered. She'd never seen anything like it, the water so clear and the flowers full in bloom. She gazed every which way as she walked, craning her neck at every angle. "... Incredible." She whispered to herself, smiling for the first time in days. She finally felt at peace.

Deciding it was time to truly relax, she found a dry spot above the spring to rest her long legs, as it'd taken her nearly half the day to reach her destination. After stretching, she plopped her head against the smooth stone and watched as the water rolled delicately across the riverbed. Just as it was beginning to lull her to sleep, her ears caught sound of movement relatively close by. Curiously, she looked... to see a small weasel moving along with several of her young. Her throat began to tighten and she could feel her ears growing warm with frustration, "Are you KIDDING ME?" She called loudly, ruining the serene atmosphere with her cry. Her ringing, booming voice caused the rodents to scurry off promptly. This was a plus, but ultimately... she felt as though her day was ruined.

She turned to face the opposite direction, curling her body into a tight coil and hiding her face underneath the comfort of her tail. She felt silly for throwing such a fit, and knew that there was no one to blame. It just hurt so terribly, that tug on her heart. She truly never wanted to see another child again.

ooc i am a disgrace but at least i used different titles every time.

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stranded driftwood

Posted by: Genesis - October 11, 2017, 08:51:13 PM - Replies (3)

g e n e s i s,

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The winds picked up speed and the rain poured. Genesis turns his nose to the sky, heavy-lidded eyes closed with a heavy sigh. The rain plasters his seafoam green hair to his face and the back of his neck. Why was I out here again?... Oh well it doesn’t matter… He shakes the hair out of his eyes and starts to move forward. Find a place to wait out the storm, or a place to stay for good. It didn’t matter which. Crash! Like an array of symbols the thunder precedes a streak of lightning that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The trees around him bend and branches whip back and forth as the violent storm abuses them. This sucks. He steps out past the treeline- the muddy soil that clung to his paws gives way to equally soggy sand- only to see that he was in for a bad time. A huge column of hair spins violently in front of him- the winds here almost strong enough to knock him off his feet. Almost? Wait no. That’s not right. A flash of terror shoots up his spine as he realizes what’s happening a fraction of a second too late. The wind lifts him up off the ground as he desperately digs his claws into the sandy beach finding no foothold to save him- it all fades to black.

The sound of seagulls wailing over head comes to him before any sensation of his body does. What? I’m not dead? Suddenly like a crashing wave he feels an aching sear through every muscle in his body. The next thing he feels is the gentle lapping of the tide against his lower half. With a groan he opens his eyes and looks around. More sandy beaches. The skies seemed to have calmed down. An overwhelming sense of tiredness. There didn’t appear to be any immediate threat. I guess I’ll just lay here until someone finds me… or I die. He resigns to his fate, chuckling to himself a little. Death wouldn’t be unwelcome but he knew himself better than that. Eventually he’d find the energy to get up and continue wandering.

ooc Whoever finds him can decide if he's crossed the border or not and whether he should be enslaved or not!

coding © vixxie's codes

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EDGE of DESIRE

Posted by: Sveyn - October 11, 2017, 05:49:30 PM - Replies (5)

S V E Y N ;

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Shivers fell down his spine. And it wasn't because he was cold, no. His heart was warm with comfort, and a small smile was plastered on his dome-shaped face. He was at peace with himself, in his home. He never imagined he would ever be able to return home again. The range of emotions he felt were extended between pure joy and unmitigated guilt. The bodies he'd seen then, and now. His own kin, his brothers, his family. Had they been tortured? Enslaved? What did they endure while he walked freely as a nomad? As a coward? He would never run again.

He wondered how many laps he's made within the perimeter of the territory, paranoia striking him. He felt the need to be consistent, to make sure that there was no chance of enemies hiding within the walls of their frozen haven. He hadn't slept in more than a full day's cycle, his adrenaline keeping him wired.

Coming to a slow halt before a small creek, Sveyn surveyed the landscape around him quickly before letting his guard down; lowering his head and inhaling the chilling waters. He finally remembered that he had not only missed out on sleep in the past day, but also a meal. Still, hunger did not nag him as his nerves were overpowering.

When will the worrying cease? He thought to himself, feeling a sense of obligation to keep his new, growing pack of Bacchus safe. He would spend each waking moment committing to it.

ooc for Winterfever and whoever else would like to join!

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wrapped in your rip curl | CACTUS

Posted by: Sybella - October 11, 2017, 05:06:13 PM - Replies (4)

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ooc i am the laziest.

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child of sight, adult of mind [crux] (complete)

Posted by: Feizin - October 11, 2017, 04:04:17 PM - Replies (8)

[thread from .org @Uri I will reply next week]

A fire had begun burning within her. A fire hard to distinguish for flames were getting oxygen with her every breath and fuel by every word she heard. She was learning, she was getting the teaching she needed and with every thing she learned of it all the more she grew into an adult by mind. She knew of heathens, red dragons, the ranks and some of those who held the ranks. She didn’t need anything but this and it was all that interested her, consumed her even.

She had learned her lesson to stay from the tar pits, and instead she was sitting by the trees near her home and touching the grass with her front paws, lying on her stomach she stretched her front toes to let the soft grass in between each toe before moving it down toward the ground and watch the grass almost rise in height. She lifted her eyes from the grass and watched the empty den area wallowing in a slope with trees to shade them from the burning heat.

The others were gone, her siblings no doubt exploring the surrounding territory and playing games she wasn’t invited to join (and had no interesting in being invited to), while her appearance resembled that of a child’s, there was not much left of her mind that did. She had learned of the red dragon and her heathens, how heathens burned in the afterlight and what awaited those that turned against the light of the rosas. She was slightly terrified of it all, but oddly satisfied about their faith.

It was still midday when small light footsteps came nearby and Fei didn’t bother looking in their direction. ”They are all out.” No visitor would come for her and especially not children. She had made no friends of those her own age and maybe that was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t, she would judge, she would come to learn their true purpose and intentions and then she would know if it was all for good or bad. She stood up and turned around to find that whomever had come by hadn’t left yet.

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The Wild North

Posted by: Keanu - October 11, 2017, 09:59:34 AM - Replies (11)

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"Hello! Wall..keepers," torn ears lay back against her skull, she is slightly unkempt and it bothers her, but.. a glance to her stomach, than to her companion- a white blotted, steel coated little monster child.. or.. well.. another glance told her that Jezebel was, in fact, stepping closer towards teenhood, or.. perhaps..

"Please let me speak," both sets of red meet each other; however, her look is stern. "do not interrupt, okay? I don't know this.. area.. I don't know if they'll be hostile, and ah.. frankly.. even if they aren't.. they might end up being so 'cause.. if I'm being very real and honest here.. you've got kind of a.. bad attitude," the runaway peregrine offered a gentle laugh before looking away to the wall again.

"Wall people! My name is Keanu! I'm a.. refugee.. I'm.. with a child," of whom she believed was never given the chance to be a child, but ah, a child none the less, "We're seeking temporary refuge.. I'm very tired, and I believe she might be as well, she's not one for talking, she just looks really tired, so I'm kind of assuming.." BUT LET'S STAY ON TRACK..

"Oh right! I don't have much to offer- actually, I have nothing to offer if you give us sanctuary, except for work. I can work, and so can she, and.. if I have to remain a permanent resident, ah.. ah.. I can.. do that, if you find that necessary," but in truth? Keanu glances behind her and takes a long, loving look at the world behind them. She could never stay put again. Something in her wouldn't allow it.

"I can't speak for her, though. She might not be willing to stay for good.. and.. I won't force her, I'm not her mom-" fuckin' lord help whoever it really was- "but I'm sure she'll be grateful to.. whatever you offer us."

A pause in her babbling, she raises her head and listens. Was anyone listening? Would they be allowed to walk through and continue heading deeper without an escort?

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Bury me not on the lone prairie[earthquake thread]

Posted by: Tallulah - October 11, 2017, 03:01:38 AM - Replies (3)

Her face itched, well mostly her muzzle, and it had been itching for awhile now so she had been rubbing it on anything and everything she could trying to get it to stop itching before finally deciding that the weird tree and bush things weren't enough. She needed rocks. Yes those should be able to get the itching to stop and the best place for rocks was the mountains which she was supposed to check on anyway so she headed up up up..she was multi-tasking! Going further than she had really intended to go up above the snow line in her enthusiasm to find a rock and her enjoyment of the snow and overall colder temperatures that there were at this height. It was so nice she dropped onto her belly and began rubbing her face in the snow instead rather than waiting to find a rock. She was having quite a bit of fun which was distracting from the uncomfortable itchiness of her muzzle..until the tremors began. Tremors and snow. She knew that danger from her previous home. Avalanche!

She needed to get down and to safety but where was that?! Snow ate everything! She started running forgetting about her muzzle that for a brief moment seemed even itchier now than it had been before her focus was now on where she was putting her paws and trying to find a path down in her mad dash to she had no idea where. But as fast she was going moving in literal leaps and bounds it wasn't fast enough and she heard it coming and knew she couldn't do anything about the rumbling, tumbling, whirling, swirling snow as it swept her off her paws and carried her kicking and screaming, when she could scream, down the mountain for what seemed like an eternity before..Splash! It all stopped. She was dizzy and sore and felt more than a little sick to her stomach and to make matters worse she was in water..slushy squishy water with snow walls all around her.

At least she could breathe though, she'd gotten lucky on that..at least for now. But as she began working her to dig enough room to allow her to roll over so she could stand up it caused snow to fall on her and into the water adding to the slushness that she had no idea how to deal with. Maybe someone else did and they'd be able to get her out of this hole and out of the water..but would anyone know she was even here? She twisted her head as much as she could and it looked like there was a small opening above her so maybe someone would hear her if she called for help? Maybe? But she didn't want to call too loudly since she had no idea if she was still in an avalanche zone or not and didn't want to find out the hard way either. Maybe Sansa would come and find her though? Yes. Sansa would come and look for her. With Sansa looking for her she wouldn't have to be loud to get found. Yes. That was good. She would still help her Sansa to find her though. Yes. "Sansa! Sansa!". She began calling as loud as she dared waiting and listening in between for pawsteps that would signal rescue from this not-snow snow and not-water water.

Hopefully rescue would come sooner rather than later.

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New Forum, New Rule Addition!

Posted by: Puffin - October 11, 2017, 01:15:06 AM - No Replies

Welcome to Nardir's new board!

To start off, I'd like to try to take some of the pressure off and hopefully ease any feelings of being overwhelmed by all the new stuff. I'm sure you've seen the custom boxes and tables people are starting to use to post now, and I know a bunch of you have started coding your own or commissioned someone for some especially fancy post code. And some of you have some super pretty post code, and I am very jealous. But! For those of you who are still iffy on all the colors and images and boxes, I don't want you to feel like you have to post only with a postcode. We'll never require any of that fancy coding; you will always be able to just post plain text roleplay posts.

We are also adding a new rule, effective immediately: Roleplay posts must be separated by character. In the instance of roleplaying multiple characters in a single thread, you must make one post per character. We know that a bunch of people have multiple characters in Nardir, and we love that! And we know that, especially in group threads, it is a lot less effort to write all your characters into one post. But, a lot of times it can be difficult for the people you're roleplaying with to differentiate between your different characters' thoughts and actions without a clear barrier.

The exception to this rule is when the additional character(s) aren't acting or providing any dialogue. For example, I may write a post for Puffin where I could use a sentence to note that Becrux is sitting quietly in the background. However if I want Becrux to speak or make an action (such as glaring at another character) I should make a second post for Becrux specifically.

Separate and clearly defined roleplay posts can exist in the same reply post, if separated by a visual barrier. For example:

Puffin

Puffin threw his full weight against his harness, claws digging deep into the snow. Within moments, his pace had quickened into a canter with his sled gliding behind him. "See?" he said, looking back at Becrux who sat stoically in the snow. "You could totally do this."

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Becrux

Becrux sniffed. It looked strange...but useful, even he had to admit. If even this small dog could pull a half-laden sled by himself, he wondered how much weight he could pull as a much larger wolf. "Do you even have a harness in my size?" he asked.

If you have more than one character's roleplay post in a single reply post, you will also need to label whose posts are whose. You can do this by putting the character's name on top of the post, as I did in my example, or by having the name featured prominently in the visuals of the postcode (Alana and Julek's postcodes are good examples of this).

SO, from now on, if there's a post we think could use a little more separation between the characters' actions, we will PM you letting you know how to best modify your post to suit this new requirement.

Thank you for reading through all that! If you have any questions or concerns, or if anything here could be clarified better, feel free to post here or message any of the three of us!

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Treasure Hunter

Posted by: Nova rp - October 10, 2017, 09:40:04 PM - Replies (3)

A small pleased sigh escaped from the young child as she laid sprawled out on her stomach. Her back legs stretched out behind herself so that her whole belly was pressed against the cool ground. Exhaustion showing as she rested her head on the ground with her eyes closed, looking like she had fallen asleep in the open. Which in fact, she almost had. She didn't want to move from her spot under the tree, kicked up dirt sprawled all over the place. Giving away what the young girl had been up to.

Digging, her boredom had caused her to find something to keep her busy and that was what she chose. Pretending that she was looking for buried treasure. Like she was some sort of treasure hunter or maybe a pirate or something. Many things run through youth's minds so it was hard to ever pin point what could be what they were thinking. 

Nova laid in her spot for a few more moments before she opened her eyes half way and yawned. Maybe she had fallen asleep in the dirt as she wiped her tired eyes before she stood up. Shaking the sleep away, loose dirt seemed to fly everywhere. "Time to find more treasure!" The young female said to herself, before a yawn escaped from her. "No time for naps, gotta work." Nova tried to give herself a pep talk, but her wobbly legs seemed to give away her tiredness. Then, she plops down onto the ground again and sighs. "Finding treasure is boring alone."