Posts by DrgnAlexandrite

But yeah, I'd definitley be willing to RP with you ^_^ I don't even have a particular direction I want it to go, let's just do something ^_^

There's a place, not far from civilization, known as the Valley. It borders the ocean on one end, feeding from a creek that comes from the top of the mountains. That river carved a huge channel, where wildlife roam. Caribou in great numbers make annual migrations through the valley, and many a small prey animal make their homes in the Valley itself, and the forests surrounding it. With wolf territory recently pushed upon, some of the surviving wolves have made their way into the Valley to start again, most without packs to back them up, and hunting Caribou alone is a very dangerous prospect. But the Valley, for now, remains pristine.

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The white wolf looked down onto hundreds of caribou, his mouth salivating with the thought of fresh meat. He'd gone for days without food, and needed to eat badly. The human scraps weren't nutritious at all, and had actually made him sick. He needed this hunt. It was such a shame his fur was such an obvious giveaway, but he had learned very early on in his life how to deal with it.

He made his way across the top of the Valley's plateau walls, and pushed a big rock down, sprinting as quickly as he could towards a bush further up the valley. As the large rock landed and spooekd the Caribou, he dropped a good thirty feet, landing deep in tall grasses, where his fur wouldn't be a dead giveaway. He waited for them to calm down, and slowly stalked his prey, remaining downwind, though in territory like this, wind liked to bounce around, so who knew what would happen?

He mananged to close in on a small group, looked like one of them had a limp. Before he could get close enough for a simple pounce, he saw one, then three, perk up. Tsk. Too loud. He sprinted forward, knowing his fur would be seen if it was looked for. Causing a stampede in the process, he ran after his target, a doe with a pronounced, yet mild limp in her rear right leg. It wasn't like she could dodge or anything, now in a thinning point in the valley.

(Feel free to do whatever pleases you, I'm always open to a twist! I'm mostly looking for a small pack for a very family-like, intimate feel. And I'm always looking to improve my writing, so feel free to (nicely) criticize!)

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The white wolf saw commotion ahead, and hoped to use it to his advantage, and was rewarded for his endurance. He saw his target stumble, and mananged to jump forward and bring the young doe down by the rear, holding it down as he bit into her neck and yanked a few times, finally snapping the spinal cord. He looked around for the source of the earlier commotion, and saw a female, jaws already bloody from a kill of her own, standing over another caribou. He thought her quite pretty, but kept any form of emotion in check for now.

"Hey there" he said, standing up. "I hope I didn't give you too much of a fright by scaring the herd like that" he said, a bit of a grin on his face, as he walked over to her, tail wagging ever so slowly in curiosity as to this other wolfess

He smiled, looking at her for a few moments, then down the valley, onto the ocean. "Where were you before this?" he asked her, looking out onto the ocean. "Have you lived here a while, or were you pushed out as well?" he inquired of her. He didn't know the area very well, and if she didn't either, well, he figured they'd have to figure it out together. He walked over to his kill, dragging it closer to her and laying it down in front of her as a sort of gift

"Sometimes, when I get the chance, I bathe in mud, but I've had... experiences that have made that less than pleasant" he said, a shudder running down his spine from ears to tail. He perked his ears, his left one darting down, but he didn't bother to look. He knew something was up the valley, but there's no way he'd able to deal with it now. "Dry dirt just has a bad habit of falling right out of my fur, so I just go for whatever I can" he said, shrugging as he sunk his teeth into the dead prey animal's neck, ripping out a chunk rather quickly, and bloodying his muzzle as he dug in, just now noticing how hungry he was.

He finally decided to look towards the black wolfess, not seeing much, but still hearing her. He took another bite of the caribou, his teeth digging in before ripping up more meat, quickly bloodying his white fur bright red. "I might have to try that sometime" he said in the middle of his meal. "Dying my fur like that" he explained as he took another bite, laying down on the meal and ripping chunks from it as he relaxed for a little while.

"I would hope not" said the white wolf, turning to face the newcomer. "C'mon and eat, you look just as starved as me" he said, stepping back to let her at his kill. He could see how uneasy the first she-wolf was made by the newcomer, so he was hoping not to make her any more uneasy. "By the way, I didn't manage to get either of your names" he noted, smiling.

The white wolf recognized the wolf above, with yet another catch in it's mouth. "Hey, come on down! I go by the name of Zhenaisu, by the way" he said, smiling, as he watched two more wolves join the small group. "So, does anyone really know this area well?" he asked, looking around. Obviously there was the valley in itself, but it was far too hard to make a den here. If not here, then where?

"Umbra... I've seen you before at some of the Howls in the old forest, before the humans started hunting" he said, with a smile. Good to see at least one face he recognized.

"Koli, right?" he asked, making sure he had it right. "You and... Raiko. You know the territory? Do you have a pack here, or...." he asked, wondering what the situation was. He had rarely, if ever, seen other wolves in the territory before, and he had visited often enough, though crossing the roads had been hazardous to get here.

My recent posts have been kinda short, I'm looking to lengthen my posts dramatically. I used to be able to multi-para with no issues, and I'd like to get back to that. If I have a partner who can post, I'd be glad to try and tag along with it ^_^

I'm a bit bigger on canines than felines, and not very big on pure humans. My most common of late was anthro animals(furries), but whatever works for you works for me. I'm looking to advance my skill in a large number of areas as well, so a bit of variety would be great :) Whatever you're comfortable with will work for me, and thank you very much for helping me like this.

Wolves are a personal favorite of mine, and we can try humans later ^_^ It's something I desperately need to improve anyway :)

Same here, that's why I put off writing this for a little while. Muse was low myself. I'm just gonna go all out and see what I can do. It's mostly responses that I screw up on.

It was cold out, the frost clinging even to the fur of living creatures. One such frosted-over white wolf stood upon a plateau, looking upon the valley, where not a thing stirred, even in the noontime overcast weather. He stood there a few moments longer, scanning for any sign of life- tracks, scat, anything that his nose or eyes could possibly pick up- and could only find a slight trace of doe urine on the wind, very faint, and likely very old, but it was the only thing that even held a chance of food.

A push of his hind legs, and he was on a lower rock, and down the rock wall he went, barely landing on small, jutting rocks on his way down to the floor of the canyon, landing with barely a stir. His paws were a little cold, but not nearly cold enough to slow his movement down the canyon, bounding over the surface of the snow as he made his way through the canyon, towards the scent he had smelled earlier.

Before long, he was at the tree, and the scent was no more recent than two days. Damnit. He was really hoping for a more recent scent. He smelled something slightly more recent on the wind from here though, definitley a buck. He saw marks of it too: old piss markings, some torn up trees, and such other things. He quickly made his way further into the forest, and mananged to find the rather thin prey, chewing on low branches without leaves, and hoping for the best. He circled around wide, making sure he was downwind of prey before he began his approach, moving extremely slowly in the thick snow to make sure he wasn't heard as he was on the approach, lifting each leg above the snow before slowly letting it down, breaking the snow with each step, and getting closer to his prey, mouth salivating in anticipation.

Just outside his jumping range, stepping forward, and *snap* A jump, barely missing his prey, just barely scratching it. Making his way through the forest, paws flashing, hooves pounding. He couldn't.... before long, he was out of breath. His prey had gotten away.... again. He was going to die if he couldn't get food soon... very soon...

Haven't been on in a while, and I thought there was a seperate board for requests like this, but oh well. I'm looking for someone who regularly para/novellas their posts to help me get back into the groove. I used to para with ease, but my vocabulary has gone straight down the drain, and I'm looking to get back into the highly advanced game. Looking for someone with a high range of topic interests as well.

In short, if you don't think you're advanced enough, you probably aren't :P I'm not trying to be a jerk(I'll happily RP with anyone who can type/speak proper English), but I want to get back to the apex of my role-playing days!

*Open to one and all, no posting order, just be corteous- if you're going to have a monolouge between you and another character, bring it to PM to cut down on thread length! Also, post at least some vague description of your character in your intro! Thank you again!*

Why was he always the one left alone? At the end of the day, he supposed, it didn't matter. Perhaps it was because he was the only one who ever thought. Who ever planned. He brushed his black hair out of his hazel eyes, looking over the city of Chicago, the walkers assembled below. He watched them feast upon their latest victims, some hoods who had tried to rob him of his hard-earned loot. Well.... that was that, he supposed.

He brushed off his black coat and jeans, straightened his button-up underneath, and walked towards the corner of the roof, and down the stairwell. His loafers clicked down the stairs as he checked through his recent loot- two more fitting suits, and a good stash of food and water. Wish there was a decent place to get more fuel though...

Oh well, he decided, shrugging as he stepped out of the alley of the store and slowly walked out towards the street, machete in hand. There was always next time, right? Now it was just to get to his self-claimed little apartment on the north side, and store his loot for the time being...

Character Name:Cicenya

Character Age:Young adult female

Gender:Female

Alliance:Self-aligned.

Rank:None/Unknown

Appearance (6 or more sentences): A mostly white cat, with light grey stripes running through her fur. Her ears are exceptionally long, as are her legs, making her tower over most other cats- some believe her to be part-lynx. One of her blue eyes has a dark grey patch over it. Additionally, her right ear is slightly notched near the base. Her paws are extremely wide, useful for traversing along the snow, and are apparently webbed, as she swims just as well as most Riverclan cats as well.

Personality:Cicenya intentionally does not reveal her name- to anyone. She acts like a flirt to both male AND female cats, while not revealing any details of herself, and has a habit of stirring up trouble with the Clans for her own amusment. She refuses to reveal any alignment she has, or any allies she's made along the way. She actively dismisses potential mates, but seems to take interest in certain cats based on criteria that cannot be determined by others. She will lie and cheat to get what she desires, but will never do so maliciously.
---Likes (at least 3):Flirting, the cold, water
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Cold water, over-eager males, good liars
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):Cunning, intelligence, and speed
---Weaknesses (At least 3):Gets too into character, too cocky, causes.... marital disruptions.

History:-CLASSIFIED-(In other words, I'll write my 8 sentences later!)

Comments (optional):Cicenya is meant to be an infiltrator of sorts. She is never to be known by that name, even by people that would consider themselves 'intimates'. If you're interested in having her in an RP, just PM me, and I'll get back to you about it.

Awesome, thank you! I noticed that too much casual role-play, a few sentences at a time, were really starting to diminish the vocabulary I was using, and it was really starting to frustrate me!

I do have one post-apocolyptic thread up now, that, admittedly, I'm too lazy to retrieve- The Walking Dead: Season Unending. I'm more than willing to join any other roleplay as well, Warriors related or otherwise. I just recently created a female feline profile for an infiltrator-type character, so I might be interested in using her a little later on :)

Thank you for the compliments as well, they were not passed over! I'm glad at least some of my writing skill still exists: if it hadn't, I'd be very dissapointed indeed! Can't wait to start working with you... after I get a few hours of sleep, at least! :)

Hey! You! Remember me? XD If not, no worries, just wondering. I haven't been on in forever.

EDIT: Kinda like what Lydia said, it's been a while for me as well, and I enjoyed forever ago when we used to chat about nothing at all :) I understand why you shut down personal PMs, it's totally fine, I just thought you were a really chill person for having to run a site this big, that's all :)

I'm not particulairly concerned about one thread or another, I'm mostly just aiming to bring my writing skills back up to where they used to be- feel free to criticize me during sessions on where I can improve!

I'm not in any particular need to post bios either, I'm sure we could write up a quick description in the first few posts to make any bio unneccessary. We could just run it with mystery, intrigue, and most of all, descriptive writing! But... I'm kinda short on ideas lol. I just marathoned Season 1 of the Walking Dead, so I'm kinda mentally right there :P But I'm down for multiple RPs, I'm pretty good about not mixing up stories at all! Promise!