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...)
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Re: Broken. « Reply #2 on Jan 30, 2007, 7:23pm »
Golden, aureate eyes flickered through the white snow, burning with the flare of life, the flare of attitude. The piercing golden light swept through the area, burning… Watching. The sight in front of her was a pitiful one. A stupid brujo lay strewn upon her land. Had he not howled, Makayla would not have been sure if he was dead or alive. But she had heard his howl- a strange, unwolf-like howl, that had made him sound like some other animal of the Canis gene. She had strode across her lands, towards Compluvium Aquula- and this was what awaited her? Anger burned in her golden, honeyed eyes- she had made her way across her lands, and this piece of shit was the only thing that was there? Makayla almost threw her head back and howled with laughter. But instead, a cruel smirk played across her face, and her white ivories gleamed like the snow did under the glare of the winter sun. She moved, paws silent on the snow, and walked slowly towards the male, the vile smirk still upon her face. The Silver Queen stood in front of the male, eyes gleaming viciously. Her scars, ranging from red to pink to white, were clearly visible underneath the stars’ and moon’s light. Her silver pelt glowed like the moon, and her eyes were like tiny burning suns. The scar across her left eye shone deep red. She stood tall and proud, leaning towards him, her muscles huge and flexing along with her body, and looked down upon the male. He was even more pitiful close up. His fur was… green? He looked tired to death and starving. Makayla rolled her eyes and glared down at the male, meeting his eyes, letting him know just who the stronger one was. She glared at him for a few more moments before her deep voice boomed out, “Who are you, you little… thing that comes upon my great lands?” she demanded, and cocked her head, her mocking smile still pasted onto her face.
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Re: Broken. « Reply #3 on Feb 2, 2007, 4:25pm »
At first, the male could hardly hear her, the snow cushioning his head having covered his ears. But when her forced open a swollen black eye, crusted shut with dirt and blood, he saw standing above him, judging him disdainfuly with sharp, golden eyes, eyes that seemed to say "How the hell did this piece of shit wind up on my land?!"
Shuddering, he lifted his emerald head mere inches from the ground, enough that he could see, hear, and smell the alphess clearly.
"Thlayli" He croaked.My name is Thlayli of one thousand mice that live and die in my brain everyday. I lived in my ass, I mean, another pack until the Great Spirit decided to piss fire on all of us and destroy the land. That was before the fleeting demoness enchanted me, then flung me off the mesa like a rotting carcass of some animal not fit for eating. I want to kill my two-headed brother, even though he's already dead -burned alive, I should know. I pissed on the ashes-. And somehow, live managed to spit me up here, in your beautiful packlands. My I ask permission to live here, you highness?"
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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Re: Broken. « Reply #4 on Feb 2, 2007, 4:46pm »
The silver femme stared with shining golden orbs at the sad, pitiful waste that lay before her. She watched in amusement as he attempted to lift his head, and succeeded, though only by a few inches. The Silver Queen listened in silence as this half-dead mess spoke, his voice a weird, raspy croak. She listened to his story in silence. Her golden eyes widened, the right eye widening more than the left, which was injured. Her mouth hung slightly open, and her white ivories flashed in the night, as white as the snow around them. She looked like she was staring in pure awe, at the things this male had gone through. Then she threw back her head. And laughed. Her voice was a deep, ringing cry that echoed across the lands, her mouth wide, sun-gold eyes closed, an amused expression upon her face. Her howling laughter rose in volume as she thought about all the lies that this male had told her. A demoness? A two-headed brother? And what the hell did he mean by being “one of the one thousand mice in his brain”? Her laughter was pitched and ringing. Her long, white sabers were shown against pink gums clearly as she continued howling with laughter. She sat down, still laughing. And for a while, she just sat there, laughing at him, but eventually the cruel laugh died away to a sniggering chuckle, and eventually stopped. Opening her orbs again, she looked down upon the emerald male, orbs now flashing with anger. “You really think I’m enough of an idiot to believe the shit you’ve just thrown at me?” her voice was a deep snarl. Makayla, due to her huge muscles, had developed a very deep voice, almost as deep as a male’s. She stared at the brujo, eyes flickering with fury. Did he actually think she was stupid? She grinded her teeth against each other, and they flashed in the night yet again. Her eyes met his, but they were so caked with dirt and dried blood that she couldn’t even tell what colour they were. She waited for an answer, glaring at him, tail twitching slightly.
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Re: Broken. « Reply #5 on Feb 4, 2007, 2:01pm »
The wolfen lie still for a moment,gazing disdainfully at the silver alphess, yet another that mocked him, in quiet contemplation. or perhaps his brain had blown another fuse, it did so about every two hours, and there'd be periods where he could neither move,speak, breath, or initiate bowel movements.
This proved not to be such, however.
No, it was one of his exceedingly rare moments of sanity.
"What I perceive, what I find to be tangible, breathing, and altogether existing, may be entirely different than what find you in your perspective, alphess." He said quietly, voice nearly at a normal level. "Through your sun-colored orbs, you see what others see, perhaps more, but through these colorless black tunnels of mine, I see what others can't. What is mere ludicy to them is very real to me. What is a simple stream I find to be a river of molten lava, an a juvenile rabbit could very well prove to be a basilisk. Though we live in the same land, the same universe, we are in completely different worlds. We were mutated. Mutated by the pale two legged. It's why my brother had two heads, and why my fur is green and my mind is autonomous. "
"Do you hear me, alphess? Do you understand?"
He fell silent, heart racing, eyes closed, waiting for her response.
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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