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Name: Dusty || Camo
Gender: Female || Male
Species: Pygmy Goats
Looks: Dusty's on the left and Camo's on the right

Personality: Dusty is energetic and always on the run, but is as lazy as a hay bale when it comes to chores. || Camo is a hard worker, always putting his mind to greater things. Even though he's younger than Dusty, he acts like he's the eldest sibling.
History: They were raised on a separate farm and were almost sent to their deaths before the farmer saved them.
Other:

Are we allowed to have raccoons in the night barn as well?

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The husky approached the barn, his ears erect and his body language in a defensive position. He only caught a glimpse of the wolves, but even so, the stench of them was all over the carcass. Hatchi bared his pure white fangs, anger filling him. If they didn't sort themselves out, then he would.

[size=10][glow=black,2,300]KALI[/glow][/size]
Scratching an itch behind one of her ears, the female wolf mix moved toward the alley where she lived, hoping a rat at the least would have made its way inside. Disappointment filled her gaze as she returned, patting down the nest deftly before settling down in the batch of hay. It reeked here, and there were week old carcasses of rodents and the like in the corners, but even so, it was the only way she could live. Sometimes she dreamed of running the open fields, hunting down elk in some foreign place and living in a pack, but she knew that would never happen.[/fancypost][font=arial][color=white][sup][abbr=copyright SR, #SRsfancy]© Soft Rain[/abbr][/fancypost]

Username/Nickname - «ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴍᴏᴏɴ» // Patch
Name - Prince
Gender - Male
Wanted Rank - Rogue
Appearance -

Personality - Prince is kind and generous, but has a problem trying to work with others. He prefers to keep his head down, but at the same time he likes to be on top. This poses as a major problem for him, so every now and then he will speak to the others.
Crush - None yet, you should try catching his eye, though.
Kin - None, really. They all left a long time ago.
History - Nothing much is known about this dog. Perhaps you should ask him?
Theme Song - Don't You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia

Other - May be inactive due to school.

Username/Nickname - «ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴍᴏᴏɴ» // Patch
Name - Marley
Gender - Female
Wanted Rank - Hunter
Appearance -

Personality - A bit tomboyish and very sarcastic, she's just a fun person to be around and has plenty of energy. Just hanging around her will put others in a better mood.
Crush - None yet. Try impressing her.
Kin - She doesn't remember.
History - Unknown, but will be discovered. It's said that she used to work on a farm somewhere further north, but she left when they started abusing her.
Theme Song - Royals by Lorde. Seems fitting, right? xD

Other - n/a

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Hatchi's nose scrunched up a bit when he looked to Rin. "You saw who they were, right?" He asked in his lightly accented voice, a soft tone covering the anger that made his voice want to shake.

[size=10][glow=black,2,300]KALI[/glow][/size]
Kali stretched out in the matted hay and closed her eyes, but sleep didn't come to her. It hadn't come to her in three days, and she was just about ready to pass out. After all, nobody wanted a wolf mix any more, including if it was with a German Shepherd.[/fancypost][font=arial][color=white][sup][abbr=copyright SR, #SRsfancy]© Soft Rain[/abbr][/fancypost]

Max was leaned against the wall of the small shop, a red blindfold over the place where his eyes would have been. The air was damp, thick with the scent of smoke from factories and addicting products. He never really understood humans, no more than he understood himself sometimes. Pulling a pale hand out of his pockets and running his fingers through his jet black hair, the boy pushed himself away from the wall and started to head down an alley, deciding that it would be better to wait here for his "guests" than in the open. Huh, maybe he overestimated his clients. They promised to be here five hours ago, and Max highly doubted that they would have left if they found out he was using the latrines from the store beyond the empty street. Ah well, crying about it wouldn't solve anything.
It was about six in the afternoon when Max heard the slamming doors, and although he couldn't exactly recognize them by their looks, he could tell they were the right people due to the firm hand that shoved him away from the street, down the alley even further. Max was shoved face first into a brick wall, and by the time he recovered, a blow was landed squarely on his cheek. "Where's the damn money?" Growled a deep-voiced man, landing another blow to his gut. "A fine 'hello' to you too, gentleman." Max managed to say calmly, though he was still catching his breath. He could smell the acrid tang of alcohol in the man's breath as he leaned forward, clutching the front of Max's jacket. "You know what we did to you before, lad, and you know what we're capable of. If you keep pulling shit like this, I'll have to rip your lips off!" A drop of spit landed on Max's forehead and he wiped it off with the sleeve of his jacket, trying not to pull a disgusted expression. "Yes, I have the money. It's someplace secure where only I can locate, so if you let me-"
Another fist landed on his cheek and he pressed a cold hand against the throbbing pain, starting to really get annoyed with this man. Though he was bigger and much stronger, Max could outwit nearly every person he met, including this thick-skulled moron. "Just show me where the damn money is so I can get back to my boss, got it, punk?" The man snarled. Max fixed his jaw for a second before letting off a short smile. "Aye. Just follow me." Once the guy let go, Max began to head back toward the street, tugging the collar up so nobody could see his temporarily bruised cheeks. I'll be lucky if I get a scrap of sleep tonight. That damn cat's been keeping me up. He thought to himself as he walked down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets. Maybe once I get some rest, I could see if I can work the night shift at some local pub. Lots of coin intended there, I reckon. I heard Charles got a nice new car after settling down with that fine wife of his, and everyone knows how hard it is to get one of those beauts. Aye, a good time that'll be. Once I get myself out of this mess, I think I'll find myself a keeper and hunker down somewhere nice and quiet and isolated. Someplace without some damn cats, that's for sure.
After a short while of walking, Max and the man made it to a small bank that met with a wide, deep, fast-flowing river. A couple of geese scattered away from them as they made their way toward a small bridge not too far from where they stood, but otherwise everything was silent. Max could feel the man's impatience grow with every step, but he dared not to make a sound. Finally, Max stopped in the middle of the bridge and knelt down, brushing the palm of his hand against the finely crafted wood. Once he felt a small breeze stirring within a crack, he slipped his fingers through and tugged the board up, revealing a ragged old satchel. The man snatched the prize out of Max's hand and opened it, taking in a sharp breath as the jewel-encrusted necklace was retrieved from its other contents. "By gods, I have it!" The man let out a raspy chuckle as Max pushed himself up from the ground.
"Hey, no hard feelings, mate. It's just the pressure I've been under, ya know?" The man said to Max as he pushed himself off the ground. "It's fine, I understand completely. You know how-" Max's breath was knocked out of him as something metal clocked him in the ribs. Then two meaty hands shoved him backwards roughly, making him slam into the railing of the bridge and fall into the gushing water. His breath didn't come to him fast enough, and he was sucked under by a greedy current, slamming his sides into rocks. Every time he reached out to grab for something, he cut his hand. Finally everything became darker (and by 'everything' he means his consciousness), until Max was swept away down river.

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How to jump in:

You are (obviously) a female character who discovers Max on the shore of the river near your house. These are the slightly older times, where coin money is still being used and cars are only for the very rich. To join in, just make up a small form, post it in a spoiler, and then below it start the role play. Please be semi-advanced. I don't care how many sentences you write, as long as it is proper English with correct punctuation, spelling, etc.

Review on Max:

Full Name: Max Faye
Age: 27
Appearance: A tall, average man with tousled (but yet orderly and neat) jet black hair with pale skin and younger features that seem to fit a man of eighteen years. He wears a red blindfold over the place where his eyes used to be, though nobody can actually say they remember them ever being taken out... Strange, isn't it?
Personality: He's a fine gentleman, though he has some issues against ignorant people. Nonetheless he is a very charming and courageous man who will protect anyone close to him at any measure.

Thank you. (:

The ginger she-cat let off a soft, melodic laugh, though she quickly closed her jaws when they finished, a smile on her face. "It must be nice to have a sibling close to you."

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"Good. Perhaps you could help me find them, then." He said a bit flatly, flicking his tail before turning to look at the door. Hatchi noticed the collie's presence even before he looked, and his cold blue eyes closed a bit. If only I could have a day of peace. With a huff, the red husky male made his way out, not bothering to reply to the hesitant greeting.

[size=10][glow=black,2,300]KALI[/glow][/size]
Her brown eyes opened and she looked up, surprised to find another dog perched at the entrance. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine." She said, though she couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed. Kali pushed herself up from her nest, shaking free any straws of hay, and then smiling warmly.[/fancypost][font=arial][color=white][sup][abbr=copyright SR, #SRsfancy]© Soft Rain[/abbr][/fancypost]

"Killed by twolegs?" Her green eyes widened a bit, both in fear and worry. Perhaps she shouldn't go back to her owners, including if they were capable of killing her.

♛ M A R I N E ♛ wrote:

Username/Nickname - Just call me Mars
Name - Parker
Gender - Male
Wanted Rank - Hunter
Appearance - *click meh*
Personality - Parker likes to take his job seriously, but when he isn't working, he's a really fun and nice dog. He's very cool, calm and collected in a situation thats tough. Parker is a pretty layed-back dog, but he can get med kind of quickly. He likes to be sarcastic and joke around.
Crush - Marley, if thats alright with you patch
Kin - He has a sister named Pepper
History(Optional) - Maybe you should try asking im sometime?
Theme Song?(Optional) - Toes, by The Zac Brown Band
Other - If I make lotts of spelling mistakes, my bad, it's my dumb computer key board. :c

Username/Nickname - Mars
Name - Pepper
Gender - Female
Wanted Rank - Hunter
Appearance - click me - shes a German Sht Haired Pointer mixed with Lab
Personality - She's a lot like her brother, Parker. She's a tomboy and she likes to have a good time.
Crush - Slight crush on prince, Maybe they could get to know each other? c:
Kin - She has abrother named Parker
History(Optional) - Ask her.
Theme Song?(Optional) - (I'll think of one..)
Other - Boooop

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It's fine with me. (:

Prince strode through the streets, avoiding any contact with humans as much as he could, though he caught a child trying to point him out. Slinking into an alley and peering over one of his shoulders, he noted that some of the tall creatures were looking his way. The white male cursed under his breath and pushed through a crack between a wooden fence, making it to someone's backyard.

Marley moved away from her nest, stretching out and allowing her tail to unfurl behind her. The collie caught sight of the others starting to wake up, and so made herself appear wide awake, a smile on her face. Slipping over toward a window that led to a rusted, unstable fire escape, she peered down, her dark brown optics glinting in the light.

Bump.

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The small brown and white female pygmy goat pranced around, her ears and tail flicking excitedly as she dropped to her knees and rolled in a pile of hay. She was itching to tackle or headbutt her brother, but he was "busy" doing chores. Ha! Who cares about taking care of the pen, anyways?

[glow=black,2,300]CAMO[/glow]
Camo shoved some hay to the side of their pen, pausing to check if Dusty was near. He was younger than her, true, but still had the urge to be protective over her. Looking to a strong wooden pole, the pygmy goat placed his head against it and pushed himself forward, stopping once he felt his two small horns. It wouldn't be long now before he could sharpen them, and then he could finally protect his sister.

[glow=black,2,300]ALASTER[/glow]
Alaster was huddled in a small crevice inside of the barn, dozing soundlessly as the day moved on. Since raccoons such as herself were nocturnal, she couldn't get up this early unless she changed her habits.

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By the time Hatchi returned to his own barn, his owner called him inside for dinner, in which was composed of rich meats and a drink of refreshing water. When he finished, he stared outside, worried for the night. If only the others knew...

[size=10][glow=black,2,300]KALI[/glow][/size]
"It's Kali. Pleased to meet you." She made a short gesture of welcome before relaxing a bit at the warmth in his eyes. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about someone who would try and take advantage of her, including at this weaker state.[/fancypost][font=arial][color=white][sup][abbr=copyright SR, #SRsfancy]© Soft Rain[/abbr][/fancypost]

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The albino raccoon shuffled as she heard movement, and she opened her eyes slightly, squinting against her early waking.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][color=black][glow=black,2,300]ALASTER[/glow]
She pushed herself up and poked her nose out of the small crevice, noticing the other animal. She wanted to growl at the intruder, but instead let off a sigh.

Accepted!
Though there is one thing about Alvara's form that I overlooked. She can't be the daughter of the King and Queen, but she can be a sibling to the Princes. I say this because there is no King yet, and only he chooses his Queen. This also means that they haven't had children yet, so there would be no way for her to exist as their child.

I'm ready to make a mysterious character. (:

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His cold blue gaze rested on the slowly rising moon, and sudden worry overcame him. The husky made his way out of his owner's house and went to the tree where he normally went to be alone, then looked to the stars. It wants out again, but it's too risky to let it out at this time. Hatchi thought a bit sadly, staring at his paws.

[size=10][glow=black,2,300]KALI[/glow][/size]
"Well, if you can't find anyplace better, you can always crash here. I mean, it's not the best of places, but it's kept me alive for these years." She said softly, letting off a smile that is unfitting of a wolf mix.[/fancypost][font=arial][color=white][sup][abbr=copyright SR, #SRsfancy]© Soft Rain[/abbr][/fancypost]