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In Bloom

Posted by: Miasma - January 12, 2019, 01:49:55 PM - Replies (3)

We all need a little good clean fun after... that. Also Mia wasn't there, so fill her in, if you can stand to.

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In and out, under over, twist around and pull. Braid the stems, tie the leaves, arrange the petals. Pretty purple flowers litter the ground, and Miasma's never seen them before. Likely, neither has Sarissa. It's a shame she didn't come. So, take the flowers back to her.

The dire weaves her souvenir, on her belly, leaned on the trunk of a jacaranda. She wonders what Shuck's up to. She hopes Sarissa misses her. She's so very prone to loneliness.

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RISE: a sci-fi/dystopian roleplay [jcink]

Posted by: TEK - January 12, 2019, 08:48:14 AM - No Replies

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Beggars Can't Be Choosers [open/acceptance]

Posted by: Udessa - January 11, 2019, 08:30:46 PM - Replies (6)

“Oh dear Goddess, bless you for not yet giving us the flies,” she said with slight disdain hinting her words, “And bless you for this gift you’ve bestowed to me, please forgive me my dear Athena, should I show any blasphemy to your bounty.” The urge to succumb to hate and cursing was vivid in her being, but she could not show such disrespect to her goddess. Udessa had prayed for nourishment and Athena had provided. It didn’t matter if the feast that the goddess had provided to her was less the palatable, her prayer was answered, and she must partake to please her goddess.

On the grassy plane and before the wolf lay the carcass of a stag, her blazing orange eyes mostly locked to the empty sockets of the animal’s eyes. The last few days had been unseasonably warm, aiding in the rot of the corpse. A smell of the melting flesh sunk deep in her nostrils, but still her stomach rolled its acid over the emptiness that seemed to permeate every bit of her body. This pain trickled to the skin just behind her ribs, her body was searching for any sort of fat reserves to aid in continuing her heart beat. This pain caused her left foreleg to lift her paw ever so slightly from the dry dead grass beneath it and with it a slight wince to her eyes. Being a wayward derelict had not been kind to this wolf, she kept herself alive, but she did not thrive. With the onset of winter came the loss of weight to her already lightweight frame. Fat on her body was nonexistent, it had gotten to the point in which bones had began to become pronounced about her body. Not quite a skeleton yet, but ribs were noticeable, and hips had begun to sink inwards.

Once the cramp lessened its bite she looked back at her blessing. Standing a few feet, the destruction of the scavengers was all around her. Of course, the animals of weak jaws, the crows and buzzards, had gone for the soft belly of the deer. The grass was dark with old blood stains and the other not so pleasant liquids that had burst from the organs, such as the stomach and innards. Along with the scavengers of the sky, there had been the presence of the scavengers of the night. Telltale signs of raccoons and opossum also marred the carcass. The front leg of the deer facing upwards had become dislodged from its joint and pulled off the body, gnawing marks on the leg of the animal as the creature had tugged and fought to free meat from the bone. Then the rear of the animal had also been ripped into. Again, these scavengers of less powerful jaws had to seek the parts of the animal that was most tender.

Not to be entrapped like a fool, Udessa still approached with caution. In no manner did this look like the kill of a wolf pack, it appeared to be an animal that had reached death without the aid of a predator, but still risk dwelled here. For a wolf the smell omitted by the stag was not alluring in the least, well at least to a well-fed pack wolf there should be no desire to seek out where the scent began from. With eyes and ears still alert to her surroundings she drew close enough to have her muzzle grazing the fur of the deceased. Pungent rot filled her senses more heavily, almost drawing her eyes to water, she drew back, eyes turning upwards and closing. A deep breath was drawn into her chest, choking her into a cough as she did so. She was giving her whole being to try to focus herself on mediating on Athena. Trying so hard to bring out the courage to eat what was laying before her.

A paw lifted from below her and extended to the hindquarter, slightly firm pressure was given, and slowly her foot slid down the hip to the knee. As it slid, so did the detaching fur, her stomach churned as the greasy hair stacked in front of her toes and creeped between her paw pads. She allowed her paw to hit the ground hard and she leaned all her weight upon in. Still she could not bring herself to place fang upon it.

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In Rukbat's Shadow: A 10th Pass Pern AU

Posted by: Purring Amethyst - January 11, 2019, 08:21:32 PM - No Replies

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175 Turns have passed since Jaxom and Ruth detonated the ship drives on the Red Star. With the destruction of the Red Star, life on Pern changed. AIVAS led the people in creating and building new technologies, while the riders learned how live a Thread-free life. The peace was shattered when a small group of people discovered gunpowder and a civil war nearly destroyed Pern, causing AIVAS to shut down and hide from humanity once more. The Pern of old is no more.

Now dragonriders work jobs to support their Weyr, act as peacekeepers to protect the new Kingdoms which have emerged. Even the dragons themselves have changed, as dragons with strangely colored hides and misshapen bodies hatched from the eggs of the dragons who timed so far back in time that they nearly died between. But even so, they were safe from the threat of Thread.... or so they thought. 20 Turns ago, a Masterharper realized with dread that there was a light in the sky which did not match any of the existing star charts. It was the Red Star. Broken and battered, it had returned to exact vengeance. It has grown steadily larger, ever closer, bringing with it the ancient enemy of Pern: Thread.

With only two weyrs worth of dragons to fly Thread,

and little to no training in the old ways of fighting Thread,

will Pern survive the 10th Pass?

As a new site, we have:

Several High Positions open for auditions, including Queenriders
Adoptable Weyrlings at each Weyr with some of our site's mutations
A Queen heavy with eggs who will clutch very soon
The site’s first Pet clutches, including Firelizards, Crawlies, and a mystery Pet
A dynamic player-driven plot!

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OURANIA || Equine/Canine Roleplay; The Gods are dead. We killed them.

Posted by: Staff - January 11, 2019, 06:30:32 PM - No Replies

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But when I'm here I need your kindness cause the climb is always stressful

Posted by: Perses - January 11, 2019, 03:28:50 PM - No Replies

       The sky was starting to darken as Perses stared at the border. He didn't feel like he belonged in these lands, not just because he was the only feline but because everything was different. He had never been in a pack or group before and his childhood was spent in isolation making his social skills meager at best. He didn't know what to do with himself as he wasn't very skilled at much and didn't know how to start conversations. His introduction to the pack had been confusing to say the least and he didn't know too much about the pack and lands he now called home. The beast felt as alone, even more alone than before.

       The oversized feline also was a wanderer, he always had been. Borders were a foreign concept to him and he didn't think of asking about the rules of these lands or how the pack worked. Borders to him were simply a claim on the land but it wasn't like a wall to him. Inaria had claimed these lands but he thought that it would be fine for him to leave and come back. He had done so twice already but no one really noticed him. The cream and chocolate cat kept to himself.

       The scarlet-eyed sabre began to pad towards the borders. The scents were too much for someone who had grown up avoiding the trails of other creatures, feline and canine alike. He wanted to feel at home but he didn't know what home really was anymore. Home had been with his mother and she had been gone since last winter. Loneliness was a default setting and he didn't know how it felt to belong, not anymore. He didn't want to be lonely but he didn't know anything else. The crimson-eyed creature was only a few more steps away from the line that separated the pack lands from the lands outside.

OOC: For Dusty! Perses is about to cross the borders. Backdated a bit

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You Sit and Talk the Stars Down From the Sky [Lucretia]

Posted by: Valen - January 10, 2019, 08:43:39 PM - Replies (2)

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Hiraeth was a beautiful land, covered in dense forest and large, sprawling fields that gently caressed the waters edge that did it's best to separate them from the rest of the world. It was a world full of wonder, and magic; a place where those who were lost could once again find a place to call home.

The best part of Hiraeth, if one was to ask it's Queen, was the pack at night.

Deep within the forests little lightning bugs would spring from their hiding holes and begin to dance through the night sky, illuminating the world around them with a soft golden glow. Through the patches of sky lights in the tree tops the stars and moon could stretch in to view and make any spot a spot to stop and admire the beauty that lingered in a once forgotten home that had long since been repurposed by a pack of wolves that did their best to return to the Mother all that they could.

The greatest spot for taking in all of the beauty, however, was easily found somewhere down in a field. It was a prime spot to watch the water gently roll past from waterfalls somewhere not too far off, but far enough that their sound no longer echoed through the wind; where one could lounge and watch both the forest and it's inhabitants while also enjoying a prime view of the star studded sky.

It was here that Valen sat, golden blue eyes staring up at the inky void above her, her ears laid back on her head as she took in the familiarity of home. It had been some time since she had been able to find herself a moments peace since her departure and arrival home. There was the ceremony, the new members, and countless loose ends that needed tidying. And yet, under the cover of darkness, the Queen found time for reprieve from duties and the chance to take in a moment of quiet and serenity. It was as if on this particular night the All Mother had come to her and graced her with a blessing of calm collected peace.

She gave an audible sigh as she sat in the field of flowers and saplings, content with how things had begun to shape up in her home thus far, though concerns plagued the back of her mind of what still needed to be done for them to finally begin taking the right steps.

The Queen closed her eyes for a moment, offering a small smile as she turned her head towards the forest. A familiar scent was approaching, and Valen couldn't help but feel her heart pause in her chest as a smile curled round her lips. She opened her eyes to look at the approaching entity and gave a soft chuckle.

"A lovely evening, is it not?"

Spirits white as lightning,

shall on my travels guide me

The moon would quake and the stars would shake,

when' ere they espied me.

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Scissors

Posted by: Puzzle - January 10, 2019, 01:50:27 PM - Replies (3)

Puzzle rolled her shoulders forward and back, trying to loosen the tension that was building between her shoulder blades. Her tail rocked gently back and forth. She'd been searching for hours for Ginseng Root. The boost it provided to the immune system would be invaluable in the coming months but the exotic plant was nearly impossible to find. She hoped to be able to spy the bright red berries that would give the plant away but this late in the season she was skeptical she'd be given such a sign. Her one consolation was the day was beautiful. The noon sun beat down with a welcome heat to the chill breeze that gently flowed down from the north.

She had a home now in a large valley were loners roamed, and it was a welcome relief to have a place to return to after her wanderings. Even if she returned empty-pawed just the act of returning home was a delight. Puzzle shifted her gaze northward, pleased to see clear skies. Spring around the corner she knew but for now it looked like the winger would stretch on forever. Turning her course toward the lake she kept her senses alert for her quarry. Her eyes swished from one side to another. Her paws hurt and her breath clung to the air for dear life. Her bones clicked and her ears flopped around her head, occasionally slapping her eyes.

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What would you like to see?

Posted by: akante - January 10, 2019, 05:22:24 AM - Replies (3)

I think this would be a useful thread to toss up!

So basically this thread is indefinitely open, and is mainly for bringing up and/or discussing anything we'd like to see happen or brought into the pack. These can be IC or OOC things, such as more territory descriptions/landmarks, new rank ideas, plot ideas, etc etc. Feel free to post and discuss as you please.

If there's anything particularly urgent or otherwise important, it might be helpful to ping me so I will be immediately aware and can address it.

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Auf jeden regen folgt auch sonnenschein

Posted by: Steliana - January 10, 2019, 03:47:51 AM - Replies (7)

Warning: strong language (most of it's German though but still)

       The cold taiga was marginally less frigid than it had been yesterday which should have tipped Steliana that something was off. Maybe it was because it was ass-o'clock in the morning and she really didn't want to haul herself to the first ring just for some willow sap but she'd accidentally locked her hip - her hips hated sudden movement and certain turnings of her legs - and now it felt like someone hit her hip with a piece of driftwood. What a nice way to start the morning silently screeching in pain as if the hybrid's week hadn't been short of a circle of hell.

       God-verdammt sohn einer bitch!

       You didn't even need to know German to figure out what the argent wraith said as a mixture German and common-tongue peppered with harsh curses were forced out of her every five minutes or so. Soon other curses in other languages also joined her swear-fest but German words quickly replaced them. She liked German, there were a lot of ways to curse.

      Arschgeige! Kuttekop! Fickfresse! Another string of harsh German swears were forced from her lips as her hip began another painful round of protesting.

       The silver medic kept most of her weight off of her left side and was thankful that the birds decided not to come with her or she'd have to deal with one of those bastards trying to catch a ride on her. All she needed to do was find a willow tree - a lot harder than you'd expect in this evergreen-infested hellhole - and then the jackal-wolf have relief from the pain that so rudely assaulted her in the early hours of the morning.

       Danke fick! The gold-eyed healer caught sight of the familiar branches of a willow tree and pain be fucked, she ignored the protests of her hip as she loped over and began digging through the bark of the tree for the sap that lay within. Sweet relief. But that was short-lived.

       And now the doctor had to trek home and hopefully not fuck up her hip in the process. She wanted to go back to sleep but that had gotten her into this situation in the first place. She had to face the day it seemed and she eyed the rising sun with a glare that would have set a forest ablaze.

       The cream and slate woman began to trek back to the second ring and to her home, muttering another string of mostly German curses mixed with common tongue.

      Scheiß son of ein hündin! Mierenneuker! Gott fucking dammnt! Why the fick didn't I geh einfach wieder ins bett? My hüfte can optifefen! Verpiss dich!

OOC:
Got bored and wrote this up for fun with Steliana. She not a morning person XD. Feel free to try to lift her spirits or something. Bonus of learning new words!

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