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Post by era on May 4, 2018 2:41:55 GMT
The forest was only just waking, the nocturnal creatures were settling in for the upcoming day and the early risers were just beginning to stir. There was one creature that was up and moving at a brisk trot, an easy stride he could maintain for quite some time. White paws touched the ground deftly leaving hardly a trail and falling with only a whisper of a sound, he was a ghost in the forest- aloof and hard to find. Just the way he liked it. He’d been lingering in the forest for weeks, observing the town he’d stumbled upon from a distance. The humans were gone, but their craftsmanship and the fruits of their labor still remained, slowly being taken back by nature. The creature was still wary of their creations and thus far had not made it into the town or really…anywhere near it.
The white Wolf was on a hunting mission this morning, he’d spotted a few does with fawns in a field not far from his temporary den. The population had been thriving quite well since the humans had disappeared, they’d had years to repopulate and now- well, they weren’t hard to find or hunt. Licking his lips he slowed his pace as he approached the field. There were already a few does in the field but none of the ones with fawns. Patiently, he settled down to wait, his limbs remained beneath him, he was ready to leap forward if he had an opportunity- though he didn’t think he would have one for a little while. The Wolf remained alert but low to the ground, letting his white coat be obscured by brush and the tall grass at the edge of the field.
It was because the Wolf was in this alert state that when he heard a noise behind him, his ears fell back and quickly shifted to look over his shoulder, his hackles already rising as he lifted his large frame up from the ground. Amber eyes were fixated on the creator of the noise with a ravenous, lupine gaze. The predator was careful to remain silent, despite the does now being alert as well- they’d heard the noise and no doubt had their heads up and were scanning the tree line for its source. They’d find his stark white form soon enough.
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Post by era on May 3, 2018 16:15:54 GMT
| ripple | #429 | sorry not the best post The specter remained uncertain but did her best to appear confident in the face of such an intimidating brute. His snarl had died down a bit but he remained poised, hackles raised, half raised over his ancient bone and muscles coiled ready to strike. Raziri recognized the posture as something akin to a rattlesnake. His snarl was equal to the warning rattle, his coiled posture was that of a pissed off snake anticipating the other to move closer within striking range. Raziri did not budge. If he wanted to strike her, he would have to leave his raggedy blanket and bone to come to her at which point she would be ready to evade him. As the snarl died, the rage in his eyes softened to what she perceived as sadness something that intrigued her. He seemed to be in his own world, perhaps remembering a fond but sad memory, perhaps something else entirely. Regardless, Raziri remained still. When his hateful reply reached her ears she nodded slightly as he plopped himself back down to savagely grab the bone to gnaw on again. Before he began again, he spoke, giving her another round of aggressive words. Messy kid? The words caused a soft growl to rumble in her throat. “ I am not some messy kid. I’ve done well for myself, I don’t need you to ‘deal’ with me.” Her tones were firm, irritated even. His next words caused a soft huff. “Yeah..I can see that. Must be so time consuming to absently gnaw on a dusty old bone.” Raziri just couldn’t keep the words back. She knew she was pushing buttons and because of that- she waited to make sure she hadn’t pushed him too far. After a few moments of them staring at each other, she backed up several more steps until her rump bumped against a wall. From there she turned to get to the corner she had specified earlier as he cracked the bone he’d had. An angry mumble could be heard, but she didn’t acknowledge it with words, only eyed him cautiously as he grabbed yet another bone. He plopped back down on his blanket and continued to gnaw on it while staring at her. Well…I wont be sleeping any tonight. She thought as she lay there, eyes shifting between the angry black shape and the door where she could see a sliver of the storm raging outside. “I’m Raziri. What’s your name?” She asked, deciding that if he was going to gawk at her, she would at least attempt to get to know him. |
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Post by era on May 3, 2018 15:43:55 GMT
This will be brief, I just wanted to say that I love the idea and completely agree with the timeline you have in mind  |
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Post by era on Apr 27, 2018 5:29:01 GMT
Username: era
Reward Wanted: Wolf Pass
Bones Spent300
Special reward extra's I dont think so??
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Post by era on Apr 27, 2018 3:18:29 GMT
| Her words were immediately received and the instant reply was a growling snarl. The ghostly cur tensed, ears pivoting from erect to flat and erect again, unsure of how she should respond to such hostility. Raziri chose to stand there, neither retreating or advancing, if he wanted a fight than he would have to come to her…she hoped it didn’t come to that. Thus far her skills were in avoidance and evasion- not fighting, he’d rip her to shreds and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Still, she didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her retreat a few steps- like she wanted to. Instead, she took a deep breath and waited, doing her best to keep an outward appearance of calm. As her eyes adjusted further, she could see the sneer of disgust and mockery on the countenance of the male as he looked her over but it didn’t bother her. Raziri didn’t care about the mud and filth that clung to her coat, nor that she smelled like wet dog mixed with mud. If anything, the female offered a slight yawn to show her boredom of his inspection. Despite her youth, she didn’t miss the shift in his posture as he readied himself to be able to spring up at a moments notice. She had no intentions of invading his space or trying her hand at a fight, but she wasn’t about to be caught unawares. Her head lowered slightly, protectively covering her throat as a show of defense but otherwise her posture remained confident- but relaxed. His next set of hostile words made her lips twitch, fleetingly pulling them into a smile before returning to a more neutral appearance. She knew she was playing with fire, but the adolescent couldn’t quite help but wonder how close she could get to this flame- and how much it would hurt. Before she could reply to his initial response, he spoke again this time telling her to leave- she was stinking up his shelter. Raziri couldn’t stop the childish giggle at his words, it bubbled up into her throat and was out in the air before she could stop it. Hesitantly, she glanced about, eyes darting around the room but repeatedly snapping back to the stranger to make sure he hadn’t moved. “An awfully big room- for just one dog.” She noted observantly. “How about I curl up in that corner waaaay over there- my stink shouldn’t bother you if I’m in the broom closet.” She doubted he would take her up on the offer, but it was worth a try. Whatever he decided, she had already made the decision to stay in the prison, he’d just have to claw the stick out of his ass and get over it. |
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Post by era on Apr 26, 2018 0:06:37 GMT
Despite having been in the area for a few weeks, the adolescent had yet to venture into town. Today would be no different then the last dozen. She would explore, scavenge and collect items of interest and value (to her at least) but she would not go into town- not yet. The youth was smart enough to know that her chances of running into a gang of dogs was more likely to happen in town than it was on the outskirts and in the mountains. She’d searched the prison…well she was interrupted but she’d been there. She had spent over a week in the hospital but the rat population was beginning to dwindle. It was time to move on. Thus, her reason for ambling about now, it was time to find a new place to call her temporary home.
The husky mix had seen the towering building from a distance. It stood as regal and noble as it had back when humans occupied it…well…it was a little worse for ware but it was better than the Prison as far as outward appearance. She now approached the majestic building with a confident stride and an alert countenance. Her ears were forward, her head up and her eyes scanned the area for signs of danger. A pouch full of something bounced against her leg causing a soft clatter, it contained the more interesting or valuable of items she’d scavenged from the hospital- the rest she had to leave behind..hidden in a hole and covered with some light rubble until she could go back and get it.
Raziri paused at the entrance before pushing the old, wooden door ajar. It creaked and moaned but it gave way, giving her the first view of the vast mansion. It was open and spacious and unlike the outside it was in superb condition. A layer of plastic covered some of the furniture, a thick layer of dust covered everything but she ignored that. Trinkets of all kinds could still be found and used. Excited, she moved forward- pausing to nudge the door so it was barely open. At least then she would know if anyone else showed up after her.
The adolescent, in her excitement, did not explore the entire house to check for other occupants- she went straight to the room that would have been the study. Books clung to shelves and paper could be seen scattered on the floor. The desk had objects on top of it and it was these that she busied herself with. Carefully, she took the pouch off by lowering the front half of her body and then shifting backwards so the strap would slip over her head and to the ground. Afterwards, she jumped up so her fore paws were on the desk; carefully she inspected the items she saw. Nudging a penholder so it toppled over and spilled its contents.
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Post by era on Apr 25, 2018 12:52:34 GMT
The storm had passed by dawn, the morning sun shined in through an upstairs window right down onto the face of a sleeping, dingy canine. Dried mud still clung to her limbs, her belly, bits of her chest; it was as if the dog had fallen asleep soaked and un-groomed- that’s exactly what had happened. It wasn’t because of exhaustion or illness, the female simply had no desire to clean herself the night before. As the sun fell on her face the adolescent stretched and groaned, tightly shutting her eyes before moving her head back hoping to find some shade to continue her slumber. It did not happen. Huffing she rolled and arched her spine, pulling her limb over her eyes. After a few moments she sighed and rolled to her feet, continuing sleep was futile and so she reluctantly rolled to her feet and stretched. Joints popped pleasantly as she did so. Finally, she shook out her coat, dust and dried mud fell- though not nearly enough.
Raziri looked out of the hospital window over what was left of the human city. Dark eyes saw a city in ruin, slowly being taken back over by nature- but not nearly quick enough. Ears twitched dismissively at what she saw, turning away she began once again to make her rounds through the hospital, scavenging useful items to bring back to her room as well as snapping up rats and other vermin when she could. Leisurely she made her way towards what the humans would call the cafeteria. There were always some rodents lurking in that room, though the food they snacked on was dwindling low she wasn’t sure how much longer shed be able to stay and eat them.
On her way, she paused at the sight of the sack with straps. She’d avoided it..until now. Sighing, she pushed her muzzle through the strap and then as she lifted her head she stepped one leg into the strap. It dangled lightly against her left leg but otherwise didn’t restrict her movement. At least now she would be able to carry more to her room. Raziri continued on her way to the cafeteria.
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Post by era on Apr 24, 2018 23:19:19 GMT
Stark - 3 - wolf - LT
strengths: Intelligent, Calm, Methodical, Stoic, Protective.
weaknesses:Proud, Predatory, Still learning,.
Stark is an honorable individual, he is kind and just, but he will not stand by idly when action is necessary. He is stoic and observant, constantly watching those around him and learning about them and from them. He is methodical in his actions, he doesn’t do much without thought and he is just as careful with his words- often giving him the appearance of being standoffish or aloof. When he chooses to speak it is with conviction and he will stand by whatever he says. Stark is very much a wolf and it shows in his posture and demeanor, he is still a predator that’s new to the world of dogs.
For full personality please visit his bio here
AUDITION POST
The morning was eerily still, most creatures had yet to rise for the day but the nocturnal animals were already tucking in for their sleep. The Lieutenant sat on the front steps of the mansion listening to the silence as the sun slowly began its ascent into the sky. Dew glittered on the blades of grass now that the suns rays were beginning to touch them. With a deep breath the Wolf let out a howl, calling for the Rangers to assemble before him- regardless of when they went to bed, he called them to assemble immediately. They would have a long day ahead of them. Now that the Vineyard had been settled and their ranks were growing, it was time for a scouting mission.
One by one, the Rangers he was in charge of came forward. Some drug their feet, still tired while others moved with a bounce in their step. After several minutes of waiting, the Wolf nodded, noting that one was missing- he’d have a word with her later but for now, she would have to wait. “Its time we had a scouting mission, we will be combing through the Mountains today, in two teams. Andros, Karma, and myself will take the mountain slopes. Kier, Renier and Vale will take the foothills.” He paused to give them time to shift to their assigned groups, the two he would be with settled beside each other. “We won’t be searching for useful items today- but if you find any by all means, bring them back. Our goal is to search the region for predators, water sources and prey type and abundance. You will have until dawn tomorrow, then I expect a full report from the foothills team.” He let them soak in the information before he stood, signaling it was time for them to begin.
It was important for them to know the land near them, especially the prey and predators in the area. When pups began exploring that would likely be the main area of exploration, they needed to have enough of a presence to deter any predator before then- but it helped to know what they would be up against. One dog wouldn’t stand a chance against a bear or mountain lion. “If there are no questions, lets move out.” He waited long enough for a question to be asked before descending the stairs and moving off at a quick jog towards the mountain peaks.
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Post by era on Apr 24, 2018 14:27:56 GMT
A storm was brewing, forcing dogs left and right into shelter in a hurry. Except one. A pale figure ambled along, unhurried by the idea of being caught in a storm. The idea of rain beating down against her skin did not faze her, nor did the cutting chill of the strong wind. It pushed and pulled at her as she went, causing her to stumble and weave instead of walking a straight line, but that did not seem to frustrate her. The ghost of a dog was already muddy from the splatter of rain hitting the dirty terrain, only to have it somewhat washed off by the downpour.
Finally, dark eyes lingered on a building that peaked her interest. The figure paused, eyes roaming over the penitentiary before she shrugged a bony shoulder and angled towards the entrance. Perhaps seeking shelter was a smart idea, but that was not what pushed her to enter the foreboding building, instead it was its leering and dark presence that made her want to enter and explore. What sort of adventures would await her inside? The notion sent waves of excitement coursing through the husky mix's veins causing her hackles to rise ever so slightly.
Outside, there had been no scents hinting at the presence of another dog, but once she entered the building the musk of a male was strong in her nostrils causing the female to pause. The echo of a voice made her ears twitch 'honey, I'm home', the sound was disturbed and more than a bit sarcastic. A mischievous grin pulled at her lips as she held back a chuckle. “It's about time, darling. I was beginning to worry.” She answered back with feigned worry in her voice, as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness of the building. It didn't take long before her eyes found what the males had, bones. They did not interest her at the moment; she was looking for the other occupant of the room. The muddy, white female found the dog she searched for, but only just. He was dark as the stormy night outside, only the lighter concrete he laid upon helped distinguish him.
Confidently, the adolescent female faced the stranger. Raziri did not bother shaking the rain from her coat- not yet. Instead the water dropped freely from her coat in its own way, creating a small puddle beneath her torso.
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