Posts by preemie

Dancer curled up nearby, deeply unsure of herself. She tried to clean out her fur.
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Ironhide wandered nearby, finding a pile up of boulders a dozen feet from the alpha den. It was almost move in ready, just had to clear some snow and frozen dirt.

Name:Dominic I. Falcon
Gender:male
Age:19
Looks:

Personality: Kind and a bit quiet.
Rider or Worker: Rider
Which job do you want?: N/A
BF/GF/Crush: Will eventually have one. As a side note, he's Bi
Your Horse: Isolde
Pet(s): Bear, a Chi. mix

Flicker, a mutt:

Other:

Name:Isolde
Gender:stallion
Age:10
Looks:

Rank:normal?
Mate/Crush/Foals: na/maybe/na
History: ask Dominic
Other:

Almost out of nowhere, Benjamin appeared, grey in the muzzle and a bit stiff in the joints. "Never eh? Well now you have!" Isolde chuckled softly.

Dominic rolled his eyes. "That's only for people who are like, 50. And besides, I'll just be a legal adult first."

Dominic pulled up in his faded blue, 1975 F-250 that pulled his small, beat up horse trailer. He unloaded Isolde first, the stallion tossing up his head, ready to go. He smiled and got a hold of his mini Lola, walking them both over.

Isolde flicked his tail, listening as Sarge spoke. The tall black stallion normally didn't go for letting another horse be in charge, but he respected him a lot. Personally, Isolde had never had a mate or lover, though he had sired a few foals. The mares had been nothing but friends though, brought to him by a human.

Benji let out a loud bray, showing off his long teeth. The sound could be interrupted as a yawn of sorts. He was a gelding, had been since before he could remember, and could care less.

((sorry, i couldn't get on...what i'd miss?))

Isolde shook his head, starting to speak until Benji cut him off. "Do it look like I been on the force?" Isolde butted him with his head. "She didn't mean you." He sighed and Benji pouted. "I was purchased a month ago, still have, according to Sarge here, a long way to go.'

((recap please?))

((sorry, i wasn't able to get on D: ))
Astral listened the their talk with worry. Deer pelt was never a good time, esp. for bucks like himself. Not to say a doe or fawn wasn't taken every now and then. He pawed the ground, nodding when he was told to leave for patrol. His gold tinted fur sparkled in the sun as he followed behind Cevus, stopping tensely when the rank of round paw reached his nose. All too soon, the strange thing's growl could be heard around the bend. He grunted in alarm, tail flicking in warning.
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Smythe nibbled on and off on the grass, but the sudden, cold turkey switch had his stomach in pain. But it was not enough to keep the young black fawn out of trouble. He trailed after the patrol a little ways back, wrinkling his nose at the scent. He froze when the growling of the round paw reached him, hiding among some dark colored bushes.

((so...next day?))

Dominic had gone home to find his father out, drinking likely. The next morning he was up and wandering around his kitchen, Ramsey at his side. There was on sign of the other inhabitant of the house, which worried him a little.

Hello! Preemie here, looking for some 1x1s. Let's get right to it, shall we?
- I only do MxM/yaoi or FxF. Romance is a must.
- I have been roleplaying for almost a year, but have a high vocabulary and solid writing skills. I do not want one line messages to be the bulk of our RP. I understand writers block or if are characters are simply talking back and forth. My ideal would be one paragraph for most, intros longer of course.
-NO CHAT SPEAK! Or poor grammar/spelling/punctuation.
-No Gary/Mary Sues. If you don't know what those are, they are "perfect" characters, ones who do everything right and have no flaws. I can not stand that. My characters are not perfect, yours should not be either.
-My limits are yours. Please tell me the amount of gore/smoochyness you are comfortable with, and I will do my best to not violate your limits.
-I like some OOC chat. If you don't, that's fine, tell me.

Mona Lisa Smile
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Leonardo Da Vinici x Salai
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It is known that Leonardo took an apprentice, Salai. This is a historically based plot, in which the two fall in love and struggle to keep it a secret. For the cost of being discovered is death. I would like this to be adherent to history, like roleplaying out what was never written down, though we could edit some. I would like at least a paragraph or two per reply on this one, and someone who had basic knowledge of Da Vinici history.

And who would you call, with your last, goodbye?
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SurviorxSurvior
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A very simple plot to go off of. Our two characters are on a plane, and as you guessed, it crashes. They are either the only survivors, are unable to find others, or only a few others make it, and aren't quiet sane after the experience. They must find a way to survive and get back to civilization. Locations can be either: tropical island; American/African/European wilderness; Foreign, unfriendly nation. I don't really go for deserts.

Haunted by the past
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CriminalxCriminal
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While the two have never really met before, they have both done some dirty work for a man deep in the drug business, as well as other illegal affairs. A sudden change in police activity as the man cleaning house. He hunts and captures them both, but they escape and together find themselves on the run...and falling in love.

Nothing Personal
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AssassinxWould-be victim ((equally willing for both))
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It was a straight forward kill, just another job right? But something about the would be victim changes the assassin's mind, and now the two are on the run together, from the man the wanted one dead in the first place.

Dominic felt his phone vibrate in his PJ pocket, and took it out, reading the message while flipping a grilled cheese. Just got up. U?

((still accepting?))

Dominic pulled into the stable parking lot in his faded blue 1968 F-150. The college freshman hopped out, pulling his two dogs out of the back. They ran happily, staying near him as he headed to the stables for Isolde. He walked the tall black stallion out, tying him to the post and brushing out his fur, Flicker lying near by and Bear busy chasing a roster.

Name: Prometheus
Gender: male
Age: 700-mid 40's in human years
Type: Arctic Dragon
Personality: Reserved, logical, distant

Like this, but white, and with broad, thick head.

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The massive dragon walked among the forest, tail flicking softly as he moved. He was far from his home up north, and his front leg was injured. The limp stole from his normal majesty, but he was still a sight to see. Looking up, he spotted an egg. Leaning up, it was about level with his head as he sniffed it.

Dominic munched on his food, every now and then tossing a piece to Ramsy, who pretty much inhaled them. Cool. Wanna come over, im cooking He responded. Dominic was a good cook, knew his way around the kitchen.

Prometheus turned to face a suddenly appearing young female, pulling his upper lip up to expose his dagger like teeth. Arctics where normally solitary creatures, esp. the males like himself. A small, rumbling growl started to rise in his throat. Being injured, he was more wary, even of this dragon. The growl stopped and his attention shifted as the egg fell. He reached out with his webbed feet, placing it over the egg and gently rolling it closer to him.

Dominic rushed upstairs to get changed into jeans and a soft green shirt. His hair was still a mess as he returned to the kitchen, throwing some more food in the pan.