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brimstone fumes

Posted by: Vaisravana - July 12, 2018, 07:51:42 PM - Replies (1)

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Dignity vs Humidity

Posted by: Connor - July 12, 2018, 02:12:47 AM - Replies (5)

(OOC: Come play with the resident android Page)

Little trickles of water made their way through deep leaf litter and claggy clay soil alike. Alteron was filled to the brim with tiny creeks and waterfalls, what it currently lacked was a watering hole large enough for even a small wolf to submerge himself long enough to break through the heat a summers day brought. Connor could not stop panting openly. And he had tried - there was something completely undignified about a lolling tongue and droopy ears. The rain forest didn't even thin out on the borders. It continued past Alteron's scent borders and well out into unknown territory. Connor lapped at the tiny pools when he crossed them during his patrol but hopefully there was another Page that could pick up the slack soon.

There were so many of the pack he had yet to meet. Connor probably knew more of those who had to seek acceptance from him than he did the higher ups. Stopping in his tracks a slight shudder made it's way through his body. Not that he needed to meet them to keep up his patrol. Questioning those higher than yourself was a long fall with a very sudden stop. Curiosity was just something that needed to be put toward something rather than blindly indulged.

Scratching away some of the trickles on his route had started to form deeper little pools in some areas. Some had even begun to unearth rounded stones hidden under layers of debris. Good, it was good to have more permanent drinking areas the Pages could move between when they needed it. Anything to make their jobs more efficient.

The scarred wolf was not one to hide away and it would be easy to spot him making his way through the thick underbrush. He needed to be easily spotted by those seeking acceptance as well as the other Pages that might pass him by on his patrol. Seeking out a Page needed to be easy for those who needed them and, somewhat more importantly, they needed to be easily seen by those who would abuse Alteron's borders.

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[NPC] Mirai

Posted by: Mother Moon - July 11, 2018, 08:17:42 PM - Replies (1)

Note: This is a Non-Player Character controlled by the Mother Moon Account

This NPC will have limited interactions and no personal storyline

BIOGRAPHY

NAME :: Mirai
MEANING :: "Mirror-eyed"
NICKNAME(S) :: Oracle

SPECIES :: Catamount
SEX :: Female
AGE :: Elder
HEIGHT :: 2' 5"
WEIGHT :: 58 lbs (underweight)

PACK :: Nardir
RANK :: [NPC] Oracle

PERSONALITY :: Wise Crone, Oracle, Seer, Truth-reader

HISTORY :: Taught the ways of the Sight by her mother, and then embarked where her visions led her. Now resides on Oraculi Isle in Nardir

Additional Notes :: Blind (due to old age)

DESIGNER ::
Scy
OWNER ::
Scy
PLAYER ::
NPC / Mother Moon
OUTLINE ::
dayne

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Butterflies in my Brain [Sarissa]

Posted by: Miasma - July 11, 2018, 02:42:38 PM - Replies (6)

Thread Warnings:
Vulgarity, violence, gore, and ableism.

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Rage boils within her like tar bubbled up from the earth back home-- and that was home, wasn't it? Even with her sisters and failures and the fucking Rosa, she was raised there. She is one of many to Crow, and there were so many more in the Valley, but at least there, they didn't matter. None of his were a goddamn Sun-- or god, or Sovereign or whatever they're calling it now. Attention was divided between Kaiju, Lyra, Caesar, and herself-- and that meant she only had to compete with the three of them. They were her age, anyway: she could have killed any of them. Here, his offspring are adults, with children of their own, and how many will she have to cull until Crow is hers again?

He was never yours, you silly girl. YOU AREN'T EVEN HIS.

An elk had evidently escaped some predator earlier, abandoned by the herd for its hind limp that's only exacerbated by how diligently she's been following it, trotting close until it sprinted off, but there was no losing her with that pained bleating and the scent of infection. She was doing it a favour, really. Soon enough it would flop down in exhaustion, and scream as she sunk her teeth into the jugular, sprayed the underbrush in blood-- no, no. Too easy. Too kind.

It tripped over a protruding root, and fell to one knee, trying to kick back to its hooves, but the crippled leg gave out, and down it went. Miasma never even had to touch it. She only trotted along, panting in the humidity that frizzed up her thick coat, tasting the prey and injury in the air. It kicks weakly as she approaches, but there's no help for the elk. That's the way things are-- the strong win, and the weak die.

That's how it has always been, how it should be, who let a FUCKING CRIPPLE LEAD ALTERON!?

She tears into the abdomen, and gnaws at a displaced intestine while she waits for it to die. Her heart slows, head clears, and Miasma starts to sob.

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allow me to shed some darkness [rooter]

Posted by: Telana - July 11, 2018, 12:01:04 PM - Replies (5)

@Pawprint

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She remained long after the crowd cleared out, spying the last one to move away and the ginger female would carefully climb down her perch and hobble briskly after him. To be quite honest, she didn't know that Alteron had a bear and though some part of her delighted in the idea (probably that unused and unfamiliar militaristic part of her), there was a whole other side that was frankly uncertain and put off by the idea.

It wouldn't have mattered if he was some sort of cat, fox, or weasel. Her prejudices remained, those good old Valley ways were engraved into her mind, it was just something one couldn't shake, but learn to ignore over time. After all, she was the face of Alteron as they all were now, what better way to lead by example and play nice by extending a civil paw to those of.... lower??? intelligence. She shook the tasteless idea from her head and grimaced.

Rounding his large form, she'd stagger in front of him, wobbling some as she attempted to balance herself. The dulling ache of her bones caused her to wince slightly, but those golden-amber eyes searched for his face and finally catching his eyes. "You asked which is which, I'm the Hierophant." She said coolly, flicking her tail. But I'll use small words that I'll be sure you'll understand. "But, you've my explicit permission to simply call me Telana." A brow would raise and she'd tilt her head slightly, what a big favor she was doing for this guy.

"I beg your pardon, I didn't know we had a bear in Alteron." Giving him little time to answer her previous statements, but to be completely honest she didn't exactly care if he thanked her, greeted her, or whatever. "You can imagine my surprise when I saw you at the meeting, but in any case, you're here and that's good." She forced herself to say the last bit, a crooked smile pulling at her lips, she'd come to rest on her haunches glancing around the meadow, still cloaked in fog. "Why did you settle here? What are your aspirations? Better yet, a name to call you?"

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Peace of Mind and Sound Walls.

Posted by: Mother Moon - July 09, 2018, 10:27:40 AM - Replies (58)

Securing The Border

Single Occurrence Event

07/09/2018

Participation Rules

The first set of posts [Round 1] will establish the posting order. At the end of the order the event will be advanced by a Mother Moon post.

By posting in this event thread, you are stating that your character will participate in this thread until the event until it is concluded.

Once entered, you consent to subjecting your characters to any range of events, including harm. This event is not intended to turn deadly, but may become so with improper action.
Members may choose to skip their turn, as long as their character is not actively involved in an event action (an attack, obstacle, or other specified challenge)
- If you decide to skip a turn, please still make an OOC post in the thread, stating you can be skipped.
- If a character needs to respond to an event action, but you are unable to make a full post, please post an OOC notice with bullet points of how your character responds to an event action.
Members who fail to maintain activity/OOC check-in may become ineligible for participation prizes or event rewards. Repeated lapses in activity may result in denial of future event participation.

Event Specifics

Mercury has issued a decree that the pack was not allowed to return to their former den sites until the borders have been secured. In the meantime, they stay in the communal dens in the Mother's Hills, a place dubbed "The Castle" by several members. Knowing that this decree is rubbing the fur of the elders the wrong way, Mercury has tasked Akutan to accomplish the task. The new Ursa Major will take a team of explorers (of any rank excluding Canis Minor) to map out the territory. Once Akutan makes the call, the event begins.

In this event's Round 1, Participants will meet Akutan, at the Castle.
Keep in mind that this event will have various challenges, so characters with different strengths are encouraged!

You have until July 22nd to post a short introduction with your character's arrival.

You may not use an OOC reply as your opening entry for this event.

Round 2 begins the exploration! Each participant will begin by stating what their character does, and where they're going.
Each additional round every character will receive individual prompts from Mother Moon to explain what they find, or what dangers they face.
As your characters explore, the map will be revealed, unlocking actions and events.

Characters will be represented on a map by their rank icon.
Each character will have an area of effect, represented on the map. Your character will be unable to act on anything outside their outlined area.
There will be 3 types of Tokens your character for this event. Evasion, Health and Influence.
Evasion Tokens are used to dodge negative effects. Once your character runs out of Evasion Tokens, they must take damage. Once damage is taken, these tokens reset.
Health Tokens record damage. If your character runs out of Health Tokens, they will be Knocked Out. Health tokens are recovered through Rest.
Influence Tokens allow your character to make actions. If your character is a member of a Guild, they are granted guild specific actions. Influence tokens are recovered through Rest.
If your character is Knocked Out. You will be unable to continue the event unless a Healer spends an Influence Token to revive you.

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walking the wire

Posted by: speckles - July 09, 2018, 02:55:59 AM - Replies (5)

is this a good introduction for specks? yea probably

Speckles couldn't go a day in her life without causing some sort of trouble, either intentionally or not. The kid was a magnet for it, attracting it one way or another. She couldn't help it, but every other day arose another minor conundrum the members of Tortuga were faced with, typically caused by the one and only Specks. And she hadn't even been here that long! This day or that one, she was causing a mess and being scolded for it. A lot of the time, she hadn't meant to cause trouble. Sure, there were her pranks, but she hadn't pulled any successful pranks since coming to Tortuga.

Today, the whelp wanted to prove herself at least somewhat useful. Whelps were expected to carry their weight just like anyone else, and even if she was a late bloomer in growth, she wouldn't let something as simple as that stop her. No, she would do something that would impress the others. Something the other youths and maybe even some of the adults couldn't do. Specks wanted to do something that set her apart, something only she could do.

The idea had started when she had been going about her morning like any other. That is until her thoughts snagged on passing words she had overheard. "Ugh, I just wish the good palm fronds weren't so hard to get!" A few simple words and the speckled female's thoughts were already working quickly. Most of the time, members were too large or not nimble enough to reach the peaks of the palm trees that took root around their territory. However, Specks was glad for how she was still small for her age. Lightweight, agile, if a bit clumsy. By midafternoon, she was dead-set on getting palm fronds fresh off the top of a palm tree.

Dashing off, Speck looked around for any of the telltale trees. She spotted one quickly enough, not far away from where the group made their home. She grinned, looking up at the top and the palm fronds that shuttered lazily in a passing breeze. She studied the tree momentarily, not thinking to form a proper plan before she launched herself into finding a way to shimmy up the tree. She latched around the tree in a death-like hug, worming her way up to where it curved slightly. She slithered across, eventually testing the tree by trying to stand on all fours.

For the moment, her balance held and she smiled. Good, that would make it a lot easier. She carefully worked closer to the fronds, a wind stronger than the previous breeze rocking the tree and testing her balance. She yelped in surprise, nearly falling. Scrambling to maintain her posture, Specks somehow retained her form and remained on the tree. Satisfied with the tree once it stopped shifting, she sighed with relief. She didn't want to make the climb again, only to probably fall once more. Turning her attention back to the mission at hand (or at paw?), Specks studied the palm fronds, searching for the greenest.

They were a bit out of her reach, so she craned her neck forward as far as she could. She huffed in frustration when she couldn't quite reach the greenest fronds, then carefully placing a paw unsteadily on one of the coconuts. She reached forward again, finally close enough that she could clamp her jaw around some of the fronds and yank with all her tiny might. She almost cried out from the reacting force, nearly flying out of the tree if she hadn't flopped back down and clutched the trunk, still close to the fronds. It was then, with palm fronds in her mouth, that Speckles realized that she had not thought of a way to get down.

As she tried to struggle to all fours and regain her bearings, another strong wind rocked the palm tree. Crying out in fear and dropping the few palm fronds she had collected, Speckles fell from the tree and hit the ground, her fronds scattering around her. She sat up in the shade of the tree, rebounding quickly, looking at the leaves surrounding her before grinning triumphantly. She yipped with joy, dancing around as she laughed.

That was until a coconut fell from the tree above her and hit her square on the skull, knocking Specks out cold.

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Brace! [Acceptance]

Posted by: Charley - July 06, 2018, 11:32:35 PM - Replies (12)

Fisk
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"Heyyy-YO! Navy off the Port bow!" "Cap'n! More Navy! Stern!" "Cette tempête sera la mort de nous!""Lockwood be damned! He's betrayed us!"

The ship rocked in the tidal like waves, cannons burst as their target shifted from their rival to a common enemy. The rain would not let up as it pounded the decks of the galley. A small ship cat with orange flame points huddled next to furry a shadow below decks. Usually in a battle like this he would be on deck with his face in the wind, but those were on days when the sun was out. He could feel the thrum of the ship shift as the navigator threw his weight on the wheel, turning the ship about. Something was very different about this battle, their voices were filled with panic, not courage, fear not vindication. The pressure against him shifted as Nuna adjusted her position. He heard a yell for the cabin boy to get moving and he saw the kid dash by. A moment later a black and white feline snake slunk by and tried to see if he was invited to the huddle. Fisk hissed at his rival, daring Skippy to try coming any closer.

"Find your own hole to hide in, Rat!" The ginger cat swiped his paw out at the other but a roll of the ship sent the flame point flying across the deck with a yowl.

"Brig! Brace!"

Suddenly before the ginger could regain his footing and get back to his beloved shadow under the shelf his world turned completely upside down with a sickening crash. The wood splintered above him as the battering horn wrenched free of the wounded ship. Frigid sea water boiled up from below with a gurgling squelch and splashed over the howling cat. The last thing he saw was the glowing red eyes of a terrified rat getting washed away with him before Poseidon's tears ripped him from his home and pulled him into salty oblivion.

He clawed and scrambled through the dark water not knowing which way was up until his lungs could hardly take it and his limbs stopped responding. Then he saw through the stinging salty water a light like a bright red flower blooming above him. He broke the surface of the sea with a desperate breath and the next thing he saw with blinking clear eyes was a smoldering wreck of cloth and timber. He clambered atop a piece of flotsam. Nearly dunking himself back into the drink again. Finally, exhausted, he clung to the flotsam catching his breath.

He called into the tumultuous waves, "Nuuunaaaa!!!" but his voice was lost to the thunderous crashing of cannons and gunpowder. No!! This couldn't be happening! She was carrying his kittens! He hadn't knocked tSkippy to below decks for this nightmare! He had been the Captains First Mate! What will he do? Where is the captain? He yowled into storm for his human and again it was lost in the storm not even echoing back to him. A wave rose up and tossed him back into the water where he thrashed for a purchase on a new piece of flotsam.

He clambered aboard a large piece of timber. It was large and stable enough to act like a solid raft. He shook the water off his coat as much as he could and tucked his paws under him as the raft carried him away from the battle. He watched with tears as the only home he ever knew billowed up in smoke and slowly sank under the waves. He looked down to his new home, an old door with a piece missing. Red with a gold knocker. The captains door. He looked to where the eye hole would be and saw a handprint in black paint with a small paw print over the palm in red paint. He shifted to the mark and placed his now larger paw over the prints. He rubbed his cheek over the painted palm and flopped over to his side as the rain continued unabated. What will become of him, was the captain safe?

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The morning sun peeked over the horizon to reveal a small white form atop a raft floating towards the shore of Tortuga. The ocean breeze carrying a strange and bloody scent to the beach. The little cat hadn't realized he had several large splinters, several in his side that was exposed to the battering horn of the brig. A new wound on his ear where a ruby gold piercing once adorned it. He was exhausted, bruised, bloody and thirsty. Fisk could barely open his eyes to the bright new world and barely moved as the ocean deposited his make-shift raft upon the sandy shore. Sleep was far too easy and it hurt too much to move.

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Prima la Famiglia

Posted by: Geronimo - July 06, 2018, 12:44:05 AM - Replies (2)

g e r o n i m o //

It had not taken long for the kingdom to hear of Prince Wheatley's passing, and the news hit Geronimo like a ton of bricks. The weakly boy did not know the prince very well, in fact he had not met him before, but he knew that Nora had been there at his passing, and though she could not see, that wouldn't make things any easier for his sister. In fact he thought it might make things quite a bit harder for her, so, instead of staying near the den to watch over her, he took an idea into his mind, and decided to put it to work. He would roam Inaria, the beautiful, painful, home that they inhabited, and find different things for her to smell, to touch, and to taste- things to attempt to get her mind off of what had happened to the Prince.

It took him a moment to find his feet, lifting his front end off the ground. Smiling, and thinking of the great things he could find for Nora, flowers perhaps, and some smooth rocks- but for the tastes, he would have to be creative. His back end wobbled slightly as he lifted it off the ground, his legs threatening to buckle, but he powered through it, thinking that this was more important than lying back down and resting his fragile, weak bones. His mother and father had done what they could to try to console poor Nora, now it was his turn.

He took a step at a time, his legs wobbling slightly underneath him with each step, but he took a breath, and focused on moving forward, and the wobbles would pass. Step by step he made his way deeper into Inaria's territory, passing creeks, and fields of flowers, and tall, purple trees. He'd bend his head down every once in a while to smell a flower to see if it would be a good fit for Nora, but none so far had fit the bill, until his nostrils picked up a sweet aroma. He followed it until he found the source, it was perfect - except for the fact that it was growing out of a crack in some rock on the side of a water fall. He sighed heavily- but this was for Nora. She deserved this. Narrowing his eyes, he placed himself underneath the crack with the protruding flower, crouched, and with every muscle and every ounce of strength he could, he launched himself upwards-

-only to come crashing back down onto the wet rock, losing his grip, yelping, and slipping into the crashing water below.

The water pushed him down, his limbs struggling to push him towards the surface. He reached it once, enough to let out a barking breath, and a shout for help, before the water pushed him under once more. "Aiuto.!... Help! " His muscles burning, and feeling like jelly all at once.

Mi dispiace, Nora, ci ho provato!

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dancing in the dark

Posted by: ramona - July 05, 2018, 01:30:46 AM - Replies (11)

Ever since her mother's death, Ramona had never been the same. It had just been her and her mother for so long, in their horrid pack where they were scorned and mocked. They had stayed only for the meager protection and to hopefully restore her mother's declining health. However, only a few years after Ramona's birth, her mother fell to a sickness sweeping through the pack the winter prior. Following the death of the only family she had ever had, Ramona still stayed in the pack for a moon cycle. Only for that, because shortly after she left once she realized there was nothing tethering her to the pack she would never call home.

So, she traveled. Ramona wandered the lands, walking along high cliffs and climbing looming glaciers to get away from her mother's grave. She always found herself feeling as if she were being haunted. She saw her mother in reflections instead of herself, green eyes rather a warm hazel set in light gray fur that smelled of lavender. She heard her voice when she looked to the twinkling stars pockmarking the abyssal night sky, naming the constellations in a passing whisper. She felt gentle brushes against her fur and murmurs in her ear, soft and kind and dead. Just like her mother.

At the moment with the dawn just beginning, the black-masked wolf trod through shrublands. She bemoaned over the heat and how sweltering it was when it was pent up in her thick fur. The air smelled thickly of other canines and perhaps other species and surprisingly, Ramona felt that she actually gave a shit. She had traveled for months on end and finally, finally, it felt like her mother's ghost wanted to settle here. Finally, Ramona felt that her mother would stop haunting every waking thought and every slumbering dream and settle among the land here, peacefully resting. She hoped. So, the female trotted in the direction where the foreign scent was growing stronger, hopefully hunting down a member of this odd-smelling pack.

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