Packlands:
L'espèce d'hiver
Shimoyake
Kohlenburg
Convallis
Rocciosi
Plano de colores
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.
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..
It had been the second week after the pine-colored(and scented, yesh) lupine had fallen, not counting the entire week he spent lying on the canyon floor, bleeding, breaking, dying, but still breathing. How he had managed to drag his sorry ass off the red rocks was something of a mystery to him. He figured he must've had an angel watching over him.
...If not a psychotic homicidal, machete wielding angel...
And when he finally made it back to his packland, all he found was a smoldering pill of shit. All the wolves were gone, unless you want to count a pack's worth of charred corpses, that is.
"It's all her fault. It's all fucking HER fault"
Blaming everything on the phantomous female had become sort of a habit of his. In the time he had when the pain was mild enough for him to actually think, he'd obsess over her. The bitch had led him strait off a cliff. On purpose. He didn't know why. He just wanted to eat some of her brains and rub his mice off on her, and a variety of other strange whims. But that was over. Now, he just wanted to kill her. No, worse than kill her. he wanted to break her like she had broken him, both physically and mentally.
So, after he had lain, moping, stewing, swearing, he finally forced himself to his aching legs and went off to look for another pack. After a while, he winded up here, in this frozen wonderland. It seemed a good a place as any, at least, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. Or maybe his judgment was off because he'd gone seven days straight without sleep. Who knows?
He threw back his head and let out a high, rolling and somewhat jackal-like cry, before collapsing in a heap on the ground.
Meus vulpes volpes per puteulanus eyes Operor non vultus absentis EGO postulo vos hic me is nox noctis Vestri rutilus fur in luna lux lucis Operor non licentia mihi EGO mos etiam exsisto hic in oriens... (I'll still be here in the morning...)
Meus vulpes volpes per puteulanus eyes Operor non vultus absentis EGO postulo vos hic me is nox noctis Vestri rutilus fur in luna lux lucis Operor non licentia mihi EGO mos etiam exsisto hic in oriens... (I'll still be here in the morning...)
Meus vulpes volpes per puteulanus eyes Operor non vultus absentis EGO postulo vos hic me is nox noctis Vestri rutilus fur in luna lux lucis Operor non licentia mihi EGO mos etiam exsisto hic in oriens... (I'll still be here in the morning...)
Meus vulpes volpes per puteulanus eyes Operor non vultus absentis EGO postulo vos hic me is nox noctis Vestri rutilus fur in luna lux lucis Operor non licentia mihi EGO mos etiam exsisto hic in oriens... (I'll still be here in the morning...)
Meus vulpes volpes per puteulanus eyes Operor non vultus absentis EGO postulo vos hic me is nox noctis Vestri rutilus fur in luna lux lucis Operor non licentia mihi EGO mos etiam exsisto hic in oriens... (I'll still be here in the morning...)
Meus vulpes volpes per puteulanus eyes Operor non vultus absentis EGO postulo vos hic me is nox noctis Vestri rutilus fur in luna lux lucis Operor non licentia mihi EGO mos etiam exsisto hic in oriens... (I'll still be here in the morning...)
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