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Administrators:
Misslemon
Chikara
Lucifer
Packlands:
L'espèce d'hiver
Shimoyake
Kohlenburg
Convallis
Rocciosi
Plano de colores
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The werewolves are unaware of their harmful effect on us. They have no idea what problems their technology is, how it spoils our meat and lightens our chase. In fact, they don't even know that we exist. It's getting painful, their ignorance, everyone is restless with hunger and are just waiting to run down the ravine and tell these creatures, in little words, how exactly they feel about this. But, it's not a smart idea.. we might end up like our prey, blind and dying. It's time to group together, form a plan...
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WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL HERE? GO FIND SOME PLACE BETTER TO GO TO!
I'm planning on making another rp site, but one of a different genre, and with different rules.
I've seriously... given up here. I don't know, I was working with two different people at my side in the beginning, and now I'm on my own to take care of all of this, all of you. I'm sorry I left without notice, something bad went on in my life that I really don't want to talk about.
However, I'm back to tell you that the Renaissance is up for grabs.
If any of you want to follow me into a future rp board, that's fine. PM me for the address and I'll send you it once I do create it. Otherwise, I'll be here to pick out those who have been spesifically loyal to this site, even while I have vanished, to take the reigns if they do desire it.
Lucifer
[PREPLOT RELEASED.]
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Season: Late Winter.
Conditions: Trees drop their vestiges of snow onto startled animal's heads, but everyone is greatful for the warm up. Old grazing paths are found again, and prey intake is almost back to normal, despite the circumstances. Nothing is green yet, but for once the sun is flashing it's rays down onto frostbitten faces, grins shared by everyone. Something's starting to look up..
Temperature: 9°C, 48°F.
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