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Insurmountable

Posted by: Ursa - January 30, 2019, 03:00:04 PM - Replies (1)

It was a nice day. So far as days went. The snow had melted and flowers were starting to bloom! She’d never seen such a thing, used to the bitter cold of winter’s distant sun. Everything was a bit mucky, mud sticking to her light colored paws, but she didn’t mind. She was on the hunt. For something to climb. Challenge level? Well, ideally, somewhere between Fallen Log and Healing Tree. The log had been easy. The tree? Uh, well… that was going to take a bit more work. Maybe when she was older. Ugh.

That was how she found her way to the wall. Sure, it was insurmountable… or supposed to be… from the lowland side. The side she wasn’t even supposed to be on. But there were makeshift stairs on the highland side. Maybe not the biggest challenge, but… STRENGTH TRAINING!!!!

She finds a way up and, much like most puppies when faced with stairs, makes her way up the incline through sheer tenacity and maybe a bit of defiance of… you know… gravity. Then she goes back down. Then up again. Just to prove that she could.

Finally she stops atop the wall and surveys the kingdom beyond, panting with tail wagging. Haha! She totally did it! Stupid tree! Stupid wall walker that was probably on their way to tell her to get down! ”I AM HERE!” she announces to the world, as if there was anybody who could possibly stop her.

Former Discord RP starter now here and open for babies to do baby things... this is technically set back before the trip to Inaria but what is time anyway tbh... she is still a puppy tho...

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[lb] Lies in the Low: a literate, sandbox-style Warriors rpg

Posted by: Monument - January 30, 2019, 12:35:36 PM - No Replies

LIES IN THE LOW

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Lies in the Low is a uniquely located Warrior Cats role play with:

Active, friendly members and staff,

Interactive mother nature, prey & predator accounts,

Stat system for battles and events,

Site shop for luxury purchases,

& Sand-box style plot system!

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The Trials of the Small

Posted by: caramell - January 30, 2019, 10:03:12 AM - Replies (1)

Hop. Skip. Jump. Little Felicia crawled and hopped across the open grassy terrain. Large green trunks shrouded her vision. The small insect crawled up one of their long, wispy trunks. Crawl. Skip. Jump. She shot off of one of the green grassy trunks into the air. Using the momentum of her body, Felicia shot over to another tall trunk, slightly taller yet thinner than the rest. A gentle wind tugged at the large, thin blades that normally loomed over Felicia during her journeys.

Felicia clung on tightly to the blade of grass, shaking to and fro with the tidal air current as it tried to knock her off of her stand. Back and forth. Back and forth. She swayed in the breeze, her head knocking about as the wind blew and shifted directions. Ohhh no. Ahh! Please, no! She thought, holding back an almost queasy feeling that bundled up inside of her stomach. Felicia slowly and carefully shuffled down the massive blade of grass, pausing only when the wind picked up and made it immeasurably difficult.

Go away. Go away. GO AWAY! She thought silently to herself. The flea's legs shuffled down the giant blade of grass. One after the other, she propelled her body back towards the earthen ground. Why me. WHY ME?! She jumped off and landed softly on the dirt floor underneath her grassy forest. In the wake of her earthen world, the wind howled around her, as it yanked and tugged as the grassy terrain. Felicia decided she would simply wait for the wind to calm down completely, before she would continue her trek.

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[CW] thnks fr the mmrs

Posted by: Pualani - January 29, 2019, 04:51:08 PM - Replies (1)

OOC: Here is a little self-thread between Pua and Arnoux for reasons. CW for possible suggestive content - nothing graphic or too suggestive, I promise, but it's better to be safe than sorry, right? Dated to roughly mid to early February

       The sun was starting to descend into the western waters when a silver and iridescent shape crept through the forests of El Dorado, She was alone with none of her adornments and her scent disguised with forest and sea salt scents. Even her fur was disguised by rolling in ash and mud, now a brown-furred Aviari with grey feathers.

       Pualani's appearance change wasn't something she enjoyed but she did want to flex her Raven status. Her appearance was now thoroughly disguised, no longer looking anything like the Aviari of El Dorado and hopefully hiding her allegiance to the hidden kingdom. She was proud of herself for doing so and she was quick to head to the tunnels that led out of El Dorado.

       To be caught like this - no matter the reason for - would make the Riverine bastard the laughing stock of her pack. And that was something she was fiercely against.

       There was also an ache deep inside of her, something that she wouldn't easily be able to rid herself of. She was still unfamiliar with such but her best idea was to just stretch her legs. It must be wanderlust, right?

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Ramis Fatorum | New Wolf RP

Posted by: Cheshire - January 29, 2019, 03:17:31 PM - No Replies

HOME / RULES / GUIDEBOOK / ADVERTISE

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Legend Set & Glory Bound (a canine/feline/vulpine rp)

Posted by: K!tten - January 29, 2019, 11:42:12 AM - No Replies

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They say we are what we are, but we don't have to be

Posted by: Carbine - January 28, 2019, 02:59:15 PM - Replies (1)

Devil, devil
Clever devil, devil
How quickly they do sell their souls
For the feast and the promise of gold
But devil, that won't be me

       Carbine once again decided to roam from the cobblestone tower but instead decided to stay close to home for once. She didn't want a repeat of the prior events that culminated into her needing rescue from a hole. She was better than that and she did not need to be a damsel in distress for anyone. Carbine, daughter of the Chariot, Orcrist, and the Page, Cuff, was not a damsel in distress and would never be one ever again. Did that mean not leaving her home in fear of making a fool out of herself? It seemed like that would be the case.

       But the green-eyed girl staying within sight of her home? Yes, that would be acceptable for her and she would freely do so. She didn't want to feel weak and helpless ever again and if that meant not leaving the general area around her home until she was of fighting age then that was what she would do. She left the safety of her castle and decided that she didn't want to go alone. She mentally went through her siblings, trying to figure out which of her siblings would be the best to accompany her on whatever adventure.

       Glamdring? No, he was big and bossy. Lucerene? Not the runt. Rosmarinus was too stuck up for her tastes. Narsil was too boring. So that left Vorpal and while he wasn't the ideal choice, he was the best one she had.

       Vorpal! she called loudly for her brother.

OOC:
For Vorpal. Dated a week or so after this thread

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Immigrant Song Wailing

Posted by: Hemlock - January 27, 2019, 07:19:59 PM - No Replies

HEMLOCK
AIN'T NO MERCY, IN MY SMILIN' - ONLY FANGS AND SWEET BEGUILIN'

It was quickly becoming a frigid night as the sun crept lower and lower. The young hellion picked his way down the mountain, the forest around him growing thicker and more varied as he went. Strong legs and wide paws having little difficult with the drifts of snow. It was fresh and still soft enough to wade through without much difficult. Hemlock nearly blended into the snowy landscape in his paler winter coat - the dark spikes that adorned his elbows and his antlers gave him away though. Hemlock’s breath gushed past his protruding tusks in white curls of mist.

This hadn’t been so bad, not yet anyway.

It had been a couple days since he’d been chased down the mountain. He was still sore, in more ways than the literal. He wasn’t welcome back, and he had no real heading so Hemlock’s last few days had been simple, objectiveless wandering. He was finding he actually enjoyed it. He’d never come this far before - he had a keen interest in the world around him. He supposed he'd embrace his newfound place as a pariah as a chance to explore.

His floppy ears lifted slightly as he trudged through the snow. He could hear... something, crunching about in the snow. Hemlock did not think it sounded so large as to be much of a threat. So no need to be rude.

“Good evenin’...” He called in a gruff but friendly drawl, wondering idly if they’d answer him or scamper away. He'd had that happen before. People could be jumpy.

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[OPEN] Fite Nite

Posted by: Tit - January 27, 2019, 06:03:51 PM - Replies (5)

t i t //

The thing about this place was, it was hot, and sandy, but there was a whole lot to explore! Tit had managed to wrangle herself away from her ma, as well as her other siblings for a time. How much she wasn't sure, but she was gonna make the best of it! She didn't even look back as she ran from the den, she didn't laugh, or smirk or giggle as she ran, no she just RAN. And ran and ran and ran, until she couldn't run anymore. Her little legs tired of carrying her, which of course she cursed them for. She was gonna be big and strong, like Ma, and also big enough to stuff that fat ass Barb back into whatever hole she crawled out of, because it certainly wasn't the same one the rest of em did.

With her small tongue hanging out of her mouth, she eld her head up high, proud that she was finally out on her own, exploring this new home of theirs. Which, sure wasn't much to look at if you didn't know what you were looking for. Tit always knew what she was looking for, and it always seemed to find her. Thats right, Trouble, with a capital T. It seemed wherever she went, it was able to wrap itself around her little paws, and get her tangled up into some trouble with things she shouldn't be messing with.

For example. A large red wolf that happened to run into their mother. She bit him, repeatedly, because she could. And got away with it.

Now sometimes, pride got in the way of her getting into trouble, and in this instance it was a case of both. While she dabbled in remembering her conquest against the large red wolf, (who she came to know by Akaka, or Ayyyy Kaka.. or whatever) she didn't realize where she was going, and smoked into a plant- THAT FOUGHT BACK.

"HEY!!" Tit screeched at the plant, "WHY DID YOU BITE ME? IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" She growled menacingly, or whatever. When it didn't reply, (because it was a plant!!!) Tit growled and asserted herself, "GET READY FOR THE PAIN TRAIN CHUMP!" And with that she charged, mouth opening wide to chomp down on the chump, only to be met again with teeth!! "ARGHGRGG!!" She wailed, it bit her IN THE MOUTH!

(Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze)

"You! YOU!!!" She growled going at it again, this time, ducking and diving to confuse it as she went in for the kill, she would be victorious and -

"ARRGHGARAGH!!!"

(Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze..)

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A taste of your own meds

Posted by: Bellamy - January 27, 2019, 04:06:37 PM - Replies (1)

She looked at her reflection in a clear pool of water, where patches of naked skin could be seen around her eyes; a memento of when Rook had ripped off a tarry black mask just days prior. Bellamy and her sister Sloan were out investigating the mysteriously goopy liquid that had recently surfaced, when Sloan accidentally slapped some of it onto Bell, and now she looked like THIS. Like … like some sort of mangy MUTT.

HORRIBLE.

She sighed. Heavily. Then sighed some more, for extra good measure.

She wasn’t sure if she should go out in public like this, and to maybe wait for hair to grow back so that she didn’t look so diseased, but when days had gone by and the patches still remained pink and raw, Bell realized it might take weeks – if not months – for her face to look even remotely furry again. She cursed Sloan under her breath.

Splashing one white paw at the water’s surface, she stood up with a huff, and began trotting. Maybe finding breakfast would ease her up a little.

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