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Post by draven926 on Dec 1, 2009 23:56:37 GMT -5
Trying out for Fellen now. I love her desgign, and how she's a diamond in the rough.
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Post by nightblood on Dec 2, 2009 19:38:47 GMT -5
Alright. Now Sallin has NO EXCUSE to be so silent...
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Post by Fellen on Dec 2, 2009 19:40:29 GMT -5
lol. Once I get Fellen's profile up I'll make an RP. <3
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Post by nightblood on Dec 2, 2009 19:49:25 GMT -5
Alrighty then.  |
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Jessele
New Meat:)
JessMutt
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Post by Jessele on Dec 2, 2009 20:27:44 GMT -5
meh
I'll try and tryout for Nissie.
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Post by nightblood on Dec 2, 2009 20:34:08 GMT -5
Schweet. ^^
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Post by draven926 on Dec 2, 2009 20:51:59 GMT -5
meh I'll try and tryout for Nissie. Hooray! *smooch* In other news, got Fellen's profile and her first RP up. |
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Post by unleashing on Mar 1, 2010 1:21:35 GMT -5
Mud painted his belly and dripped slowly to the ground. His pelt was soaked through and he struggled to conceal the shivers that raked his body. All he had to show for his pain was one lowly pheasant clamped between his jaws, but regardless of how cold he was there was a quivering grin on his muzzle. He dropped the bird and shook the wet from his fur on all his resting companions. Resting under a bridge, safe from the falling water, the group was awaked either by the droplets landing on their noses or Nisse’s excited crowing.
“The weather is crap,” he exclaimed, stating the obvious. “I’m not sure which is worse, the weather or the pickings.”
After drying himself on everyone else, Nisse circled the group of strays before comically flopping down next to Beaver and snuggling into his side. “I’m so cold Beav! I hope you enjoyed being dry.” Nisse laughed and rubbed against him, making certain to get the poor fellow’s coat wet as well. It was all just a harmless game. “Oops, you got a little mud on your paw,” Nisse told him and touched Sonny’s paw with his own, just to smear a little mud on his toes.
Nisse scooted away from Sonny just to give him a little space from his wet and smelly-ness. The mutt stretched out under the shelter of the bridge and shivered once more as a cool breeze hit him in the face. He covered his next suggestion with a yawn, in case it wasn’t received well, “Is it just me or aaah, is it time to raid the village?”
He snapped his jaw shut and glanced over at the Beaver to see what his response would be. Nisse wasn’t that patient however, so mere moments later he added with completely clarity, “Well, we can’t live on a couple of chickens for very long,” He said, referring to the pheasant. “I need some real food.” Real food for Nisse was whatever they could manage to steal from a butcher or farmer. The taste of red meat was indescribable.
Mmm. All this talk of food is making me hungry.
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Post by nightblood on Mar 1, 2010 13:29:13 GMT -5
Heehee. I like it. Could do with a bit more discriptiveness, if only to balance out the dialogue. But you've captured his personality well with his actions and speach. If no other mods and admins object, I say you've got the part. ;3
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Post by Squeeji on Mar 1, 2010 14:27:27 GMT -5
I'm all for it! Tsin you did a fantastic job!
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Post by Addie on Mar 2, 2010 15:32:31 GMT -5
Thirded, definitely:3.
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Post by unleashing on Mar 24, 2010 6:43:06 GMT -5
Am I waiting to be OK'd by one more?
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Post by nightblood on Mar 24, 2010 7:26:23 GMT -5
Ah, call it a majority rule. Besides, once the Admin okays it, it's pretty much set in stone. :3
In other news- Nightshade is up.
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Post by Tsubasa on Apr 28, 2010 4:42:19 GMT -5
((For Nightshade.))
Dusk found the she-wolf in the heart of Sallin's territory, stalking stiff-legged through the forest. Tail bristled high, hackles raised, throat arched, and lips lifted in a silent snarl. Nightshade was furious; but then again, was anyone truly surprised at this? The royal was perpetually furious -- but those who slunk into their dens and hid from the ire might have good reason to this time, just as she had good reason to rage.
The territory was quiet. Too quiet. Those she had entrusted with rank and a foothold in her monarchy: where had they slunk off to, with their tails plastered between their hind legs? They'd pay for their indolence once she gained a decent...head-count of who was left. As she had before.
But this time, the timber would not only punish but rebuild.
Head tilted a few centimeters lower, the brush of a tail flagging to the side; Nightshade growled deep in her throat, the sound a foreboding rumble that curled into the icy air. It was a wordless threat, promising every measure of punishment she could inflict on the idiot who failed to submit to what was a rather dangerous summons. A sudden crack in the surrounding woods revealed that someone actually had the naivete to approach.
The queen froze in place, every muscle in her body stiffening, eyes wide. A heartbeat, then the flanks and quarters loosened, head lowering with muzzle shifting to the side and terrible snarl giving way to a saccharine smile.
Her teeth still gleamed.
"You there. Come out here. Don't make me drag you out."
The coo was poisonous, but whoever lurked in the woods had passed the point of no return. If they changed their minds about facing the queen, she would prove good on the latter command.
A heartbeat, then a scrawny yearling padded cautiously from the bushes (Nightshade made a mental note to make her regret that hesitation). Liquid amber eyes peered up at the now-simmering royal with a plaintive expression. If one could bottle please don't eat me and pour it onto a lupine face, it would be this set of eyes.
There was a bird in the nameless she-wolf's mouth, the downy carcass of a blackbird still warm from capture, and the tawny wolf extended her jaw to proffer it to Nightshade with a glimmer of hope.
"Here, I'm here, I...got this...for you..."
Trailing off almost pathetically, as the attempt to impress her queen (which she'd probably planned on sounding much differently) didn't seem to be..going as planned. Or was it? The quickest way to the heart is through the stomach. Well, if you were going up through the rib-cage to tear it out, maybe this succeeded in reverse.
With a guttural snarl, Nightshade lunged at the unfortunate subordinate, slamming into her with her shoulder and sending the yearling tumbling with a yelp off her footing into the snow.
"You do nothing for MONTHS and you think A DEAD BIRD CAN MAKE UP FOR IT?!"
The royal screamed in the tawny wolf's face, ignoring stuttered apologies and the trembling submission of flat-on-back-tail-between-the-legs posture and probably spraying the other wolf with saliva.
"Get up. Find out how many are left, come back here at sunrise, and maybe I'll...reward you for it."
Letting her keep her hide and life would be a fine reward indeed.
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