Posts by Arkota

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah looked down at him at the sound of his voice, slightly jumping at the sound. "I didn't think you were. Sleep doesn't come easy for me either, and I'm happy for it. I don't really enjoy a dreamless abyss or dreaming of things I wish I could do. " She replied back, contemplating on her choice of words, trying to express that neither of those things are pleasant.
Raising her head she again swept her eyes over the camp, quickly redirecting her brown gaze to the General and another dog close by him. "Looks like a dog got naive enough to come close to the pack." She muttered, staring at the scene.[/fancypost]

[font=georgia]It's good night for me, being 11:58 PM
And there's a bad storm where I am right now :c
[size=4pt]I felt like Superwoman, with me trying to get all my cats somwhere dry c:<[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]The female's ears twitched, roused by a word that she had heard; occurring frequently in the camp today. Rebellion.It had intrigued her at first, and still does, though now she had come to the point where it irked her. The mere word told her enough of what was to happen in the future, and she was not positive whether she wanted to be apart of it or not. Though she was snapped out of her thoughts by Jax, completely confounded by his words, not expecting them at all. She contemplated for a few fleeting seconds before speaking.
"I wish it could be that easy, but I don't think it will. With you disappearing, there could be a chance that Diablo will send out a party to search for for you, and most likely kill you. He might just act as if nothing happend, happy with the fact that someone that could challenge is gone." Looking down at him, she lowerd into a laying position, her voice quiet and sensible, "And what about training Jett to beat him? You two could meet and train, but it would be highly dangerous. And as I've been hearing and seeing, the other females are planning something.." Again her eyes trailed briefly to those in camp, than back to Jax, staring at him intently. "I don't think it would be a good idea to escape now." [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Interest prickled through her body, weaved with slight suspician. Seeing the Duchess leave with a group of dogs a few seconds earlier only seemed to fuel it. "I'm gonna figure out what is going on with the females." She whispered to Jax, pausing from her actions to put a paw on his face, a gesture of endearment. "Stay here."
Getting up, she began trotting out of camp, her tongue lolling on the side of her mouth to imitate a dog in need of water. When she was able to get out of camp, she flared her nostrils in hope of catching a lingering scent of the group that had left. This action gave her a tingling feeling of exhileration, and this saddend her. It saddend her that she found it exciting and different to actually try to track someone, to actually use her five senses for something useful. This struck her badly, to the point where simmering anger and sadness was present in her brown eyes. Coming to a stop, Ferah found herself at the river. Seeing the Duchess standing near it and other dogs, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. One, because she was not invited, and two, because she wasn't even sure why she was even here. The female walked a bit ways away, and kept her eyes on the Duchess, waiting to see if she would leave her be or confront her on her presence here. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah's brown orbs switched to Fayli, unused to hear a female growl at her. "I was not aware you needed to be invited to be here," She admitted, "but I do not wish to leave. I would very much like to hear what the Duchess has to proclaim." Eyes quickly jumping back to the dog, she wasn't sure if she would still liked to be called such a title, for Ferah thought it to be more formal than her name. Swiftly turning back to Fayli, she kept her face calm and her voice clear, neither holding the softness nor the coldness she possessed.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah listened intently the the Duch- no, General's speech, quite shocked but excited at the prospect of being equal. Leaning against Jax subconsciously, she made a mental note not to open her mouth about this at all. She definitely did not want to be killed. When the speech was suddenly enterrupted, she looked at the newcomer who had arrived.She herself did not know who it was, but from the way the General as speaking, she did not like her. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah visibly stiffend at her words of killing Jax, but she understood why she would do such things. This was important to everybody, and even she would hate to have it ruined by a single spilling of words. Staring up at Jax momentarily she gave him a small smile, before looking back at the new General, eyes widening when she heard that she would lead the Warriors. She nodded, determined to fill the position as best as she could. She made a note to go and talk to Roxanne when she had the chance, to first ask about the Warriors' duty, and tell what Jax has decided. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]As the General dismissed the meeting, the female got up and looked at Jax curiously. "Well, guess I finally found out what the females were planning." Jumping infront of the male, she gazed at him, "Will you fight under the female's command, or.." She asked. Even though she only came to the meeting to begin with to just figure out what the females were planning, she found herself thrilled and excited to be joining in a revoloution against males and as a Second. She loved the thought of living in a society that was equal. Though she could understand if Jax couldn't, if he couldn't find his life in something like that. She'd accept whatever he chose. But she couldn't help hope that he would join in, so she could always be with him.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]"I understand," She sighed. She was disappointed, but nonetheless would accept whatever Jax chose to do, "Though I'm sure she would get used to your presence." She added, before bumping in to him, an act of affection. "Come on, we better go." Her tail swishing back and forth gently, the dog turned around and began walking slowly to the camp, looking back once to see if he would follow. Breathing in deeply, the tan dog lifted her head momentarily to look at the treetops, and into the darkening sky beyond. She wondered what was beyond it, and if those that died went somewhere nice. Deciding she didn't want to think of such sad thoughts, she looked behind her quickly, then sprang forward quickly and turned with sharp movements, crouching down behind a bush for Jax to come by, with the intent of jumping out at him. [/fancypost]

Hey!

[justify]This Thursday I am leaving for a 4th of July trip, then again for Summer vacation. During these two times I will be surrounded by relatives, so I will not have any time for the Roleplay. I'd like my character to die off, and maybe by the hands of Diablo by some means? It could stir up a lot of drama for the Roleplay! If you guys have any ideas as to why Diablo would order such a thing, I'd love to hear them.
My thoughts was to have Diablo find out about Jax liking her, so he ordered her to be killed infront of everybody, but if that is too gruesome, than something else? [/justify]

It is currently night/beginning to turn into night.
The Females are fed up with how the males have been treating them, so one of the dogs that is the Duchess had gathered the females that also did not like how the rules were, and had a meeting to announce that they will start a revolution against it. They are now planning to leave the pack. The males do not know about this, as of yet.
To know more on the speech she had given look on past pages. To read about the plots look at the chat thread.
Hope that helped~

EDIt: Shoot sorry winterwisp! I guess two explanations are better than one? :3

[justify]Yes, I love that idea! Think we can progress the roleplay that far in two days?

If the Roleplay makes it through the Summer, yes I would love to join again if I'm not too busy. I'm extremely sporty, so I might just not have any time left over to Roleplay, but I will see how it goes![/justify]

Alright then.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah woke up with a start at the sound of paws leaving the den. After arriving at the camp very late at night, she had picked her way through the dogs to the back of the cave, enjoying the cold earth against her back. Now as she opened her brown eyes to find a good majority of the females gone, she breifly worried that they had left without her. Yet the rational side of her brain immediately calmed down her tense body, reminding her that there were more than one party leaving. Rising up and out of the den, she reached forward for a stretch, regarding the large group of behinds that she saw disappear into the jungle. Sitting down, she looked around camp, happy to see it quiet as the males slept.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah nodded respectfully at the approaching female, enjoying her company as she looked around camp, nodding at her words. "I do hope we make it, but I'm sure we will." She muttered, trying to reassure herself and her General. Flicking her the tip of her tail in an agitated motion, her cool eyes drifted along the camp, seeing that one male had already awakened.[/fancypost]

TeenWolfie
It is currently morning
The Females are fed up with how the males have been treating them, so one of the dogs that is the Duchess had gathered the females that also did not like how the rules were, and had a meeting to announce that they will start a revolution against it. Now two females had left to scout out a place to live, with a party of more females rolling in the mud to mask their scent, and will then keep going to where the two females are.
The females that are left in camp will be in the last party.
The males do not know that the females had left, as of yet.
To know more on the speech the Duchess had given look on past pages. To read about the plots look at the chat thread.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah was confused for only a few fleeting seconds at the spectacle, before catching on, letting a merciless smirk grace her upturned lips, a snarky tone covering her words. "Hah! Yes, I do dare. Someone with your stature should always know to keep up your guard." Letting her own mouth lung at the female, she raised her tail to wave in the air. "Now, I suggest you give in before I break those precious bones." Prancing around proudly as if the female was happy that she had hurt the 'Duchess', she couldn't help take a quick look around camp to see who was watching.[/fancypost]

Wolfsong
It is currently morning
The Females are fed up with how the males have been treating them, so one of the dogs that is the Duchess had gathered the females that also did not like how the rules were, and had a meeting to announce that they will start a revolution against it.
Now two females had left to scout out a place to live, with a party of more females rolling in the mud to mask their scent, and are now swimming across the river to the other side. They will then continue on to where the two other females are.
Those that have been left in camp for the last party can begin to sneak out of camp, as Ferah and Roxanne are creating a distraction to get the male's attention.

King#288744
You can have your dog Roxy begin to sneak out of camp to the river, where she will find the other group of females masking their scents by rolling in the mud and beginning to cross over the river.
The males do not know that the females had left, as of yet.
To know more on the speech the Duchess had given look on past pages(21 - 22). To read about the plots look at the chat thread.

@Cloversnp
Here are the Current Plots:

Battle for the Throne
Jett, the Number Two of the pack has challenged his father for throne, he wins casting Diablo out of the pack in order to protect his throne. Sadly for Jett, Diablo was able to regain his power faster then his son, returning and taking over once again lowering his son back down to a Number Two. Now that the males have a small rebellion going on who should rule the pack, Roxanne the Duchess is able to sneak around getting other females who disagree on how they are treated to join her in starting a rebellion.

The Rebellion for Liberty
Roxanne has gained enough females to support her cause, she now heads out and sets came far away from the males pack. To prove to the males their not kidding around, she picks her own seconds, gatherers, soldiers, warriors, and everything you could name. But perhaps the females have underestimated the males, maybe they are not so weak after all. After awhile, Roxanne starts to lose hope for the females.
Will the females finally regain their liberty they lost so many years ago? Or only be lowered even more due to their attempt to change the laws of the pack?

You can have your dog Lily begin to sneak out of camp and to the river, if you want.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]At the sight of a male approaching, Ferah did everything she could to keep the condescending smirk from drifting off into a cold expression. "Well, as you can see I'm giving the used-to-be-Duchess a little lesson. You can adress me as Duchess, if you please." She asked the male, snapping her teeth again at Roxanne, putting her paw deliberately close to the other female's mouth, in the hopes she would bite it so Roxanne wouldn't be the only one harmed.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah yelped as if the other female had bitten her whole paw off, lifting it up to cradle it near her chest. "Then I guess I will!" She shouted angrily, her head lowered to protect her neck and her tail high-and-mighty, growling lowly as the other circled her. With her head following Roxanne to make sure she did not get out of her sight, Ferah trying to look as threatening as she could, copying the slobbering males she had seen fight. She tried to suppress a laughter that was trying to bubble up out of her, thinking of how rediculous she looked. [/fancypost]