EDIT: Hello, yes, ignore the alignment issues,
the editor is still buggy.
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War.
Battles that were fought, for fame or glory,
for freedom and honor. Never did
the ones who waged these wars, ever
think of how it would effect the world.
Ages ago, you heard the blazing sirens scream,
the song of Death. The two-legs ran, you ran,
to a shelter, designed to withstand this
force of great destruction.
The Two-legs called it an "Hydrogen Bomb".
You hid, for so long. You had forgotten what
the sun felt like, what day and night were
like.
When the day to finally leave the shelter
arrived, the few sole survivors
stepped into the light, to see
only corruption and devastation. Where
there had one been many Two-Leg nests,
great forests and lakes, there
was now ruin, mutation, and death.
What had they done, to their own world?
Was the war worth it?
Was this.....
Worth the price?
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The Survivors huddled in a small group,
a group of animals, not caring
what they were, for racial disputes
mattered not in a world of pain.
They were without leaders, without hope.
None of them knew what to do, knew
how to survive.
That was when he came, a Tall, black, slim
canine, covering in skeletal remains, a skull
over his head, Antlers extending from
it's white base, a tattered, worn collar
around his neck.
He called himself Death. He knew the Wastes,
how to survive. He said he would protect
you, your small group, from
the dangers that lurked within.
The Creatures of the surface were corrupted,
tainted, they crave to consume anything
that they stumble upon.
The only price, was to serve him, Lord Death,
the sole survivor of a great Pack. You
knew there was no other choice, you
would perish without his guidance. So
you submitted, so you followed, the
Canine of Death.
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The Clan dwells in what used to be
a mansion, now derelict and abandoned.
It was the safest place Death could find,
the others full of Undeath and
filth, and other unspeakable
horrors, names no one dares to utter.
The Master bedroom is Death's nest,
where he retreats to rest, to
replenish his Radiation-blessed
abilities.
The nursery is in what used to be
a place by the same name, for
two-leg kits. A tattered, knocked-over
crib covered in old blankets is
one of the preferred places
for them to rest.
Down the hall, the room for older
kits, a few beds and bookshelves,
toy chests and an old TV, working,
but not receiving any signals. This
is the Apprentice Den.
The second-largest Bedroom is
the Warrior's den, two large beds
making a decent nest for the tired
warriors.
The Elders dwell within the Guest room,
where only visitors slept. However,
no one visits there anymore, so it's
open game to elderly creatures.
The Healer's Den is in the cellar,
where fresh dirt lies, ready for seeds and
herbs to be planted. Of course, everything is
effected by Radiation, so finding
a remedy that won't actually kill the patient
is rather difficult. Death marked
the best herbs for use.
Outside is a inactive fountain, a
pond of murky water, where
frogs visit often. Very rarely,
Fish are seen.
The dead forest behind it is
ample for finding mutated
rodents, deer even, for the larger
hunters. It is advised not to move too
deep, the darker parts of the forest
are where things of nightmares lurk.
The Wastelands are to be embarked upon
lightly; what lurks there is dangerous,
but there is prey to be seen.
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Ranks:
The One- Death (Swifty-Subaki)
Second in Command- Nordanna ((Teenwolfie (VERY BUSY))
Healer- Crimson (elumi)
Healer's Apprentice- Avery(tavik!)
Champions- August (elumi)
Warriors- Savanni ((Teenwolfie (VERY BUSY)), Queenie (s t o r m y), Burya(tavik!), Rekichka(tavik!),
Scouts- Larchen ((Teenwolfie (VERY BUSY)), Babs(tavik!), Rowena (t r a g e d y)
Apprentices-
Kits-
Queens-
Elders-
Rogues-
Loners- Theo (Nerdpaw)
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Rules
1 ) Feral Front rules apply, as always.
2 ) Any species other then human and fantasy
races are accepted.
3 ) "Powers" are applicable; They are simply
mutations, caused by radiation.
4 ) No Godmodding or Powerplaying. Seriously. Stop.
5 ) No OOC Drama, IC is fun, but OOC....Don't.
6 ) Don't impliment crazy plots without my permissions please : ' )))
7 ) Hey yeah, Don't make fun of or insult Mental illnesses, disabilities,
etc. Just. Don't???
8 ) No detailed mating or birthing. Please.
9 ) Think that's about it. Try to have fun!
10 ) "Radiation Storm" is the Codeword, place it in the Other
section.
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Forum
Name:
Gender:
Rank:
Race:
Breed:
Appearance:
Sexuality:
Mutations(Optional):
Accessories(Optional):
Kin:
Crush:
Mate:
Other:
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Bio's
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Name: He simply calls himself "Death"
Gender: Non-Binary / Male
Rank: The One
Race: Canine
Breed: American German Shepard; judging
by his height
Appearance: Sleek, black fur, thin, yet tall.
He wears skeletal remains of
his foes, a deer's skull with large antlers
Sexuality: Quite possibly Asexual Aromantic, maybe
Demi.
Mutations(Optional): [REDACTED]
Accessories(Optional): Skeletal Remains, Tattered collar.
Kin: [REDACTED]
Crush: n/A
Mate: n/A
Other: I really like my demon children : ' )
Name: Blizzard
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice
Race: Feline
Breed: Siberian Cat
Appearance: 
Sexuality: Demisexual Panromantic
Mutations(Optional): Mind-related abilities. She hates it,
a lot.
Accessories(Optional): A red ribbon around her neck;
a gift from her Two-Leg keeper.
Kin: n/A, Open
Crush: n/A, Open
Mate: n/A, TBA
Other: Cinnamon roll...........
Plot Thread:
Survivors || Clan of the Wastes || Plot Thread
Chat Thread:
Survivors || Clan of the Wastes || Chat Thread
RP Thread:
W.I.P





