Feral Wolf RP

[gh5t4rethtr]

Right now Aquila and I are fielding a feral wolf RP. Please delegate all requests to join, leave, character descriptions, questions, etc to this thread. The actual RP will be entitled "Valley of Four Seasons."

The RP will detail the adventures of a wolf pack *the pack name will be put to vote shortly*

Current MODS *please PM either of us if you're interested in modding the RP*
Sheleg
Aquila

There is no set limit to number of RP'ers but there are a few rules:


1. A written submission *one paragraph* of your ability to properly RP. We're not looking for English grad students, nor are we looking for LOL OMGWTF l33t3rz.

2. This RP is set in a realistic atmosphere with dire consequences: changing of seasons, crummy weather, the occasional mother bear and cubs, little or no food, pack wars, rivalries, supplanting of incompetent alphas, caring for pups, scouting, hunting, going a week without food and tracking *just to name a few.* There will be a 'culling period' to determine Alphas, Omegas, Scouts and Adolescents once all characters have been assembled. Be prepared for some 'not so nice' events. Rank will be determined by a general consesus and your ability to convey strong 'moxy' and perusasion of writing skill.

3. A detailed description of your wolf: what does she look like? Is she a purebred or is there some hint of 'other' in her? who are her friends/rivals?. Is she a healthy wolf or have a slight limp to her right tibia? How old is she *typical lifespan of a timber wolf.* Does she tend to follow or have an aptitude to take control and carpe diem? We are allowing 'halfbreeds *those of questionable lineage* to roleplay, and if any felines, avians, ursines, cervines wish to RP or quib a line here or there, please let us know! *a battle between two wolves and a fiesty cougar or extremely stubborn moose would make for excellent fun!*

4. If you're going to "die" or wish to leave the RP, please write a nice death/departure post. In the event your character "dies" you may create another, but know any former alliances and partialities do not carry over *so, if you were the alpha and die in glorious battle against a beaver, don't expect the pack to simply 'accept' your new character.*

5. Posters who do not post in a week's time will be culled, no exceptions. A proper leave of absence will ensure you're not left behind. Please notify the MODS you'll be away or request a friend RP in your place.

6. As it stands, Aquila and I are going to mod the RP but if anyone is interested in 'dungeon mastering' the RP, let either of us know! It's always fun to give someone a turn at the helm.

7. NO GOD MODDING *this goes for the mods and the players!* This isnt a 4th wall rp where you can just 'sprout gay gossamer wings and fly away laughing shrilly.' If you're pinned by 4 rivals, you best rp your way out of the situation; any hint of going ninjoo on the rp will result in immediate death or crippling.

8. Keep it civil: no cursing, explicit sexual acts or anything your mother-in-law would find offensive.

9. Above all, have fun!

[Zillion]

Caught my eye, this one did. ... Sounds like fun! So my first question would be; regarding the very first statement: Would you like those who would like to potentially join up for said RP just go ahead and answer Rule #'s 1 and 3 for you 'n post them here?

[gh5t4rethtr]

Absolutely

NOTE: we will not turn anyone away from this RP, but we'd like a simple sampling of your rping skills :)

Caught my eye, this one did. ... Sounds like fun! So my first question would be; regarding the very first statement: Would you like those who would like to potentially join up for said RP just go ahead and answer Rule #'s 1 and 3 for you 'n post them here?

[gh5t4rethtr]

Kelev knew his choices were severely limited: a challenge like this could not be shrugged or drummed away with cordial whimper or submissive curling of a tail. The alpha had made his feelings known; this was not a simple matter of who was dominant...before the day's end, one of them would perish in a dervish of fang.

He breathed deeply, feeling the instinctual whimper leave his mouth...

Name: Kelev
Age: 3
Typical Hierarchy: Omega
Weight: 40 kgs
Height: 0.9 meters
Build: Thin
Pedigree: Purebred
Fur Scheme: sporting a gray roan scheme with white ventrals, left ear is cropped.
Eyes: Yellow
Personality: Shy and thoroughly reserved, Kelev prefers to run at the back, keeping the pups in line and quietly doing his part. He hates conflict and prefers complacency.

[Zillion]

A ghost of air was expelled; maw parting briefly in a yawn. Zillion brushed up against the rough body of a tall fir, watching fogged breath disappear as it climbed toward the canopy of the surrounding trees. Mismatched hues gazed with slight discontent off into the distance; whether he was actually watching something was anyone's best guess. The winds churned; the limbs of trees danced. The clouds in the sky drug themselves languidly across the sky line. The hours passed in fluctuations of light. It was no different than any other day. With another huff of breath he craned his neck, casting a glance back over his shoulder. He really needed to find something to do...

Name: Zillion
Alias: Zil
Age: 3.5
Hierarchy Standing: Beta
Weight: 147lbs.
Height: ~39in. (1m)
Build: Medium
Pedigree: Pure
Fur Pattern: Mostly black with streaks of brown on the shoulders and back; chest, groin and underside of the tail.
Eye Color: Left - Amber / Right - Blue
Personality: Nonchalant; casual. Kind, but sometimes irritable. Will likely stand his ground on certain things. Likes humor, if often dry and only to amuse himself. Randomly prone to haphazard acts of a sporadic nature. Etc.

[Aquila]

A shadow slipped amongst the scarred trunks of the forest’s towering vegetation. The bases of who were varying sizes. Some, swollen and scarred, marred by the cruelty of time. Others, thin and dominated by the winter winds as they consumed their fallen comrades, rotting in the soil beneath They rose in a feeble, dogged determination towards the bright sun, the life-giving star that rules the day. Their barren low-lying limbs reached out in desperation and clawed at the shadowy figure that moved amongst them. A hesitation, as the dark she-wolf lifts her wet nose to the wind and scans the terrain with metallic, silver eyes. Triangular auds scrutinize the area for the slightest of sound. Her course is adjusted, to remain downwind of the other Canis lupus she scented upon the turbid wind. The she-wolf circled wide, downwind she would catch the others off guard and slack-jawed, a devastating mistake for those who challenged this she-wolf’s authority…

They call me- Aquila
Age-3
Sex- Female
Standing- Currently a young loner, chased from her blood pack for challenging authority. She seeks to dominate those who challenge her authority, an alpha female in the rough.
Weight- 98lbs average
Height- 31 inches
Build- She is large for a female her age. Thinned by her current diet and social rank, life of a loner is tough.
Colors and marking: Solid black. Winter coat is black, with a subtle silver tips, as though she is frosted. Eyes are cold silver. Pelt is marred with small subtle scars, the badge of those that challenge authority. Most have healed and faded, some are still healing and slightly visible where coat is short on her face and legs.
Pedigree- Pure
Personality- She is a ruler of others, it is her born nature. When challenged, she is cold and indifferent, seeking to put those who disrespect in their place through use of power and fang. She is very protective of those she is loyal to, but will seek to rise in rank at any opportune moment. Those in power beware. When all is well and her authority is not challenge, she is a pleasant creature to be around and plays a maternal role within the pack. She forms strong alliances with those who bow to her whims and keeps them close; they are her loyal subjects after all.
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Whoo hoo! Hopefully, with the recruitment of more members, we can get this thing rolling. *grins and wags her tail*

-Aquila

[x__Decadence Known]

::looks all stary eyed::
Oh my!!!

A Place For Hanyetuwi to appear!!
::scampers to her albums::


And Now. The Coup de la resistance!

http://www.furrytofurry.com/furry/picture.php?albumid=486&pictureid=3305
Most wolves have a history. Some, more bloody than others. And of them all, this wolf's history was likely the bloodiest. She was a massive wolf by all standards - she stood a great deal taller than any other fae, and rivaled some brutes. Her coat was an average color - Black as ebony.

But if you looked hard enough, you could see her trademark - her "death scar". It was a blow that should have meant her death. A blow given to her by her father - whom she killed shortly after. From that moment, her mother deserted her. And she wandered the tundra, joining warrior packs - as their most valued warrior.

She bore her death scar proudly - it ran from the center of her chest and crossed her heart. But it rarely showed unless the wind happened to toss her fur just right. She earned a reputation - and a name to fit it well. Wolves that knew her, or had heard her history, called her "Demon".

And in truth, if you dared to look deep into her ebony orbs, you saw it - her history of fight, blood, and death. But however vicious she seemed - she fought with honor. Never fighting an unwilling opponent, but always coming out the victor. She was an asset to any pack that dared to have her in their midst. The Demon would roam, hunt, and kill when needed.

She was wise, cunning, strong, fast - the epitemy of wolven society and ability. She was feared by all, hated by some, and sought after by all packs. She carried herself boldly, with guts and tenacity greater than any alpha. And the alphas never questioned her rights as such. They respected and feared this wolf called Demon. And with good reason.

So dare you question her age-old authority? Dare you challenge the unbeaten Demon? We shall see. You shall see. For the Demon - she already sees you.
Her name you seek? For that, my friend, be wary. For many have asked - and few have survived the answer.

For her name is not merely her own - she shares it with one even more brutal than herself. She shares it with her evil father - The dark and brutal alpha of a pack of canibalistic warrior wolves.

So you make the choice - ask, or flee? Or can you bear to hear the name of her evil father - and see the inherritance in her eyes?

I guess we'll all find out soon.

Profile/Wolf Roleplay


Alias: Hanyetuwi.
Roleplayer: x__Decadence Known
Gender: Female.
Age: 2 1/2 years.
Cadre: ~ Ho'nehe Notaxe Clan ~
Rank: Former Arahcas Female.
Status: Heathy and robust.
Dam: Sunktokeca.
Sire: Hanyetuwi.
Siblings: Kiretsumai (brother) Tasumakunai (brother)
Mate: None.
Offspring: None
Build: Bigger than some adult males. Very muscular. Wise, cunning, strong, fast - the epitemy of wolven society and ability.
Appearance: She stands a great deal taller than any other fae, and rivals some brutes her coat is an average color - Black as ebony. But if you looked hard enough, you could see her trademark - her "death scar".
Markings/Scars: she bore her death scar proudly - it ran from the center of her chest and crossed her heart.
Eye color: Ebony black with a tinge of light brown
Personality: Strong , Loyal , Compassionate and a Extremely Skilled Fighter and Hunter
History: The scar that adorned her chest was a blow that should have meant her death. A blow given to er by her father - whom she killed shortly after. From that moment, her mother deserted her. And she wandered the tundra, joining warrior packs - as their most valued warrior. She bore her death scar proudly - it ran from the center of her chest and crossed her heart. But it rarely showed unless the wind happened to toss her fur just right. She earned a reputation - and a name to fit it well. Wolves that knew her, or had heard her history, called her "Demon". And in truth, if you dared to look deep into her ebony orbs, you saw it - her history of fight, blood, and death. But however vicious she seemed - she fought with honor. Never fighting an unwilling opponent, but always coming out the victor.