Post by Dingo on Dec 31, 2007 20:35:03 GMT
Auberon
auberonwolfrpg.proboards57.com/
Site Rating: PG 13 +
Genre: Wild Wolves
Activity: Great. On the 2nd day, 10 members.
Roleplay Level: Intermediate +
Your pads are worn and bleeding while your legs seem as if they are going crumple beneath you. Scraggily branches tear at your body defiantly, holding you back from fate itself. Though you being determined push through, intent on reaching your destination. You have traveled long miles to this journey’s end, which surprisingly you don’t know much about at all. Well hell, it’s always like that anyway, you never know what’s gong to happen. What fun would that be? Just as you feel death itself breathing down your neck, you’re here . . .
You feel as if you are drained completely from all energy, but your tail still waves limply. You stand boldly in a desolate field; usually dulled orbs take on a spirited glint as the rolling hills take on the impression bow down before you. A crisp breeze takes to your cold nose; you tilt your maw to it gratefully, treasuring its invigorating qualities. You seem to be alone . . .seem. You being naturally intrigued by the foreign lands decide to explore. You trot contently, your pink tongue lolling out of the corner of your maw. As you become somewhat parched you reach a sparkling stream. Gratefully you dip your dead to the sapphire liquid, your body relaxes as you come in contact with the water. All seems well . . .seems.
Three pairs of eyes stare at you from the water. You shake your head dumbfounded; you thought you were alone didn’t you. Ahh . . .foolish wolf. Your hackle rises, startled by their ghostly presence. After battling your own self-weather to face the three wolves, you decide to introduce yourself. Maybe make something of yourself here. As heavy as your head feels on your neck, you raise it boldly, your tail held to a respectable level. You cock your head, and odd threesome they are. Your glance diverts to a large male, his tail is held at an alpha height. His eyes were saturated with a bloodlust. Maybe it wasn’t yet filled. You didn’t want to find out. The brute clearly saw you gawking at him; he decided to do the talking,
“Vacancy . . .alpha of Zeron.”
A low growl emitted from his throat. His name perhaps? An odd name at that, Vacancy, what was Vacant about him? About everything, Vacancy embraced that, and you knew it too. Your gaze then traveled to the wolfess next to him. Her beauty captured you; her alluring form caught your attention immediately. Her emerald orbs pierced you, daring you to do anything. Her ashen banner was held at an equal alpha status. Mates maybe? No, and your ogling had obviously began to agitate her, therefore she spoke,
“Kunikpok . . .alphess of Derous.”
Her voice was syrupy sweet, dragging you closer, yet it held it’s harsh iced edge. At last your eyes bring you to the brute at the end. He is a tad smaller, but alpha nonetheless. His eyes seem a tad softer than the other two; you note his size. A teen, an alpha teen. You tilt your head bashfully. He smiles at you warmly; his tail wavers for a brief moment as he speaks,
“Faolan, alpha of Verus.”
His voice held a friendlier tone, as his whole stance did; yet he was firm as all alphas should be. They looked at you, knowing yet curious of the newcomer. Well your no alpha, and you know that; you introduce yourself bowing. A pleased smile swept across all of their maws. You smiled back, a good first impression. The three alphas than exchanged glances, nodding their head in a knowing matter.
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auberonwolfrpg.proboards57.com/
Site Rating: PG 13 +
Genre: Wild Wolves
Activity: Great. On the 2nd day, 10 members.
Roleplay Level: Intermediate +
Your pads are worn and bleeding while your legs seem as if they are going crumple beneath you. Scraggily branches tear at your body defiantly, holding you back from fate itself. Though you being determined push through, intent on reaching your destination. You have traveled long miles to this journey’s end, which surprisingly you don’t know much about at all. Well hell, it’s always like that anyway, you never know what’s gong to happen. What fun would that be? Just as you feel death itself breathing down your neck, you’re here . . .
You feel as if you are drained completely from all energy, but your tail still waves limply. You stand boldly in a desolate field; usually dulled orbs take on a spirited glint as the rolling hills take on the impression bow down before you. A crisp breeze takes to your cold nose; you tilt your maw to it gratefully, treasuring its invigorating qualities. You seem to be alone . . .seem. You being naturally intrigued by the foreign lands decide to explore. You trot contently, your pink tongue lolling out of the corner of your maw. As you become somewhat parched you reach a sparkling stream. Gratefully you dip your dead to the sapphire liquid, your body relaxes as you come in contact with the water. All seems well . . .seems.
Three pairs of eyes stare at you from the water. You shake your head dumbfounded; you thought you were alone didn’t you. Ahh . . .foolish wolf. Your hackle rises, startled by their ghostly presence. After battling your own self-weather to face the three wolves, you decide to introduce yourself. Maybe make something of yourself here. As heavy as your head feels on your neck, you raise it boldly, your tail held to a respectable level. You cock your head, and odd threesome they are. Your glance diverts to a large male, his tail is held at an alpha height. His eyes were saturated with a bloodlust. Maybe it wasn’t yet filled. You didn’t want to find out. The brute clearly saw you gawking at him; he decided to do the talking,
“Vacancy . . .alpha of Zeron.”
A low growl emitted from his throat. His name perhaps? An odd name at that, Vacancy, what was Vacant about him? About everything, Vacancy embraced that, and you knew it too. Your gaze then traveled to the wolfess next to him. Her beauty captured you; her alluring form caught your attention immediately. Her emerald orbs pierced you, daring you to do anything. Her ashen banner was held at an equal alpha status. Mates maybe? No, and your ogling had obviously began to agitate her, therefore she spoke,
“Kunikpok . . .alphess of Derous.”
Her voice was syrupy sweet, dragging you closer, yet it held it’s harsh iced edge. At last your eyes bring you to the brute at the end. He is a tad smaller, but alpha nonetheless. His eyes seem a tad softer than the other two; you note his size. A teen, an alpha teen. You tilt your head bashfully. He smiles at you warmly; his tail wavers for a brief moment as he speaks,
“Faolan, alpha of Verus.”
His voice held a friendlier tone, as his whole stance did; yet he was firm as all alphas should be. They looked at you, knowing yet curious of the newcomer. Well your no alpha, and you know that; you introduce yourself bowing. A pleased smile swept across all of their maws. You smiled back, a good first impression. The three alphas than exchanged glances, nodding their head in a knowing matter.
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