Posts by Roamer

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[shadow=black,left]Weed That Grows Everywhere[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Akita -Riverclan Apprentice/Future Soldier[/shadow]

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"I'll come!" I offered, padding over to join the group. I wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but I was able to travel along and help out- if they'd have me.

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[shadow=black,left]Weed That Grows Everywhere[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Akita -Riverclan Apprentice/Future Soldier[/shadow]

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"I'll come with you Weed. I am Guts by the way."

A delighted grin pulled at my lips upon hearing this. I pegged it as a success that I'd managed to convince anyone at all to come along when a second Riverclanner stood up to join us. I recognized the german shepherd as Marco from my Meet and Greet earlier, as did I the strange looking hybrid who was quickly becoming my most recognizable acquaintance. Though of course, this was the first time he offered me his name. "Guts I replied inwardly. It was an odd name I thought, but then again so was Weed. I liked it.

"Thanks, Guts, Sir. I was worried for a moment nobody would want to come along." I replied with a somewhat sheepish grin, though there was nothing offended in it. Sure, it was important that people went out of their way to make others feel welcome, but I knew that some people preferred to be cautious. Not everything was nice in this world. "And you too, Marco, Sir." I said, extending my thanks to the shepherd as well. I automatically added the 'Sirs' to their names, not feeling comfortable addressing them by their first names. I didn't want to insult anyone, after all.

Taking one last look around and seeing that nobody else was likely to join us, I made the decision that three would be enough. "Shall we go? I think the three of us should be able to bring back something worth while."

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[shadow=black,left]Weed That Grows Everywhere[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Akita -Riverclan Apprentice/Future Soldier[/shadow]

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Despite the ache in my feet, I managed to keep up well with Berwald and Guts. I had never made the journey to the home of The Knights of Eden, but I made a point to note the way. From what I could gather we were going to deliver a gift basket of some kind, no doubt to help solidify alliances. My father had done this on occasion with out own allies, but I'd never gone on the journeys to deliver the gifts. For that I was grateul that Guts had allowed me to come along, even though I technically wasn't a Riverclanner.

When we arrived at the border of the other clan I looked to Guts and Berwald for direction. As I suspected it was now a matter of waiting, and I mimicked the others as they seated themselves. It seemed that Guts had accidentally knocked the basket he was carrying though, becaause a few of the gifts happened to tumble out. Quietly I got to my feet and quickly gathered up the spilled items and placed them back in the basket, the thought that Guts had been careless on purpose not even crossing my mind as I retook my seat on the other side of the much larger male, a smile slipping onto my lips as soon as the Knights of Eden started arriving.

I remained silent seeing as there was no reason to speak up, and instead let myself study the newcomers. they all seemed pretty normal, and- wait, clean up the river? My attention went back to Guts, ears twitching in his direction. They had come to ask for help as well? As surprising as it may seem, I had not yet seen Riverclans river. Aside from the camp and the surrounding woodland, the large river wasn't someplace I had visited. Concerned, I listened to see what else I could learn- after all, they wouldn't have brought me along if it wasn't okay, right?

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[shadow=black,left]Weed That Grows Everywhere[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Akita -Riverclan Apprentice/Future Soldier[/shadow]

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My feet were extremely sore after the journey to deliver gifts to the Knights of Eden. I didn't regret going though, not in the least. It had been a good experience, and to be honest I was enjoying the small moments spent with Guts. He reminded me of Jerome, and though he didn't seem over social he'd been kind eough to me since I'd arrived to begin thinking of him as a friend. And it was a nice thought; to have a friend and not be alone anymore, even if it did make me feel a little guilty about not being able to find and protect the friends i'd become seperated from.

My first instinct upon returning was to get off of my paws. Not only had I spent the last few weeks wandering aimlessly in search of my comrades, but I hadn't exactly done any of the resting I was supposed to be doing here. Things had just been so overwhelming, and like the child I was I'd gotten caught up in it all easily enough. The territory was too beautiful to not explore after all, and the people were all so nice I'd had to stop and meet some of them. After that I'd taken out a hunting patrol to give back the fresh kill i'd eaten, and soon after that I'd volunteered to head out with Guts to deliver the gits. It made sense that I'd take the chance to relax while I could.

And then Guts words came to me, about the River.

I'd been worrying about it the entire time in the back of my mind. Riverclan had been good to me, but from what I understood they were in trouble. Their River was a part of them and the damage is was sustaining by the humans was unsettling. Was it really as bad as they said it was? Did they really need help from the other clans it was so big a problem? Suddenly, I didn't feel quite so interested in resting anymore. Instead I gave a sniff of the air and quickly determined which direction the river was in and began to head off in that direction. I could lay around when I got back, but first, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

It was indeed as bad as they said. I stood on the river bank gazing down into the brownish, garbage filled water, nose wrinkled in disgust from the harsh smell it gave off. All the plant life near the waters adge was dead and withered, unable to get what it needed from this dirty water. How many Riverclanners had gotten similarly sick over drinking this? The thought made my stomach churn.

To be honest I'd never really encountered much of man in my life. When I'd lived in the village as a child with my mother we'd called an empty hut on the edge of town our own, and were mostly left to ourselves. From what I'd seen humans, much like dogs, had good people and bad people, but I hadn't thought they were capable of this. Did they just not realize that they were effecting others, or were they really that cruel and careless? I didn't want to think that was the case.

Often I was called foolish or too young to understand, but I couldn't help but feel as if true evil was a rare occurance in this world. Sure, some people did bad things and acted badly, but usually their were unseen circumstances causing it. When you gave them the chance to do something good, most did it. Once, shortly after I lost my mother, I'd witnissed a child being used and mistreated by a gang of wild dogs. The Leader of that pack had ordered his men to kill me and was later struck down by a car. Still living I'd run out to try and pull him out of the way of oncoming traffic, but when I finally reached him -just as the truck was about to strike us... He pushed me out of the way, sacrificing himself to spare me.

Someone who was willing to do that, they couldn't be all bad. Which was why I couldn't feel the rage toward the humans that many of these Riverclanners likely had. I understood that humans did bad and stupid things sometimes, but there were just as many decent ones for the bad ones. Still, their intent didn't change what I was looking at. The swirling brownish red river was disgusting, and just looking at it filled me with a desire to help change this. I wasn't sure what someone like me could do, but I was set to help in some way. For them to take on an extra mouth like me when already their territory was under such stres- I had to repay them!

Spinning on my heels I began the short treck back to camp, completely forgetting my intentions to rest. My paws didn't hurt that badly, and even if they had this seemed to take precident over some raw pads. Besides, there were already a number of people that I could spot lining the banks farther down, no doubt fishing out the trash I'd seen floating along. I wasn't sure how we were going to do it, but with everyone banding together to help one another out it was impossible to feel hopeless. Somehow, some way, this river would be made clean again.

Sprinting off toward camp I knew only that I wanted to find an HP, someone who could confirm that I would be allowed to join in. I wasn't technically a clanmate, but they had sent us to find help from Riverclans allies so surely they would be open to outsiders lending a hand, right? I sure hoped so. I wouldn't feel right staying here if I could do my share. Deciding that the HP area would be the best place to find someone of authority I made that my target, only mildly nervous as I approached. Hopefully this would go well. I wouldn't be much help, but still...

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[shadow=black,left]Weed That Grows Everywhere[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Akita -Riverclan Apprentice/Future Soldier[/shadow]

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I'd come a long way since the first time I'd had to hunt for myself. Back then I was clumsy and imptiant, had times everything wrong. I'd practically been a thief the way I took that bird from GB. As I stood, half crouched in the tall grass near one of the fresh water ponds in the territory, I couldn't help but tell myself I wouldn't make those same mistakes. I was smarter now, had more experience, and as I watched the fat dove waddle about pecking at the ground near the water source, I knew I could do this. With a powerful burst of speed brought on by my remarkably strong hindquarters I launched myself forward, jaws snapping. The bird was hardly able to lift off before I'd caught it firmly in my fangs, and in seconds the struggle was over. Mentally I gave myself a pat on the back, tail gently wagging to express my pride.

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[shadow=black,left]Weed That Grows Everywhere[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Akita -Riverclan Apprentice/Future Soldier[/shadow]

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I had finally been able to rest. It was my own fault that I hadn't- this place was so lively and interesting it was hard to ignore everything and just rest. Plus, I'd promised when I'd been allowed to stay that I would pull my weight, and I was determined not to become a burden to anyone, especially with the river out of commision.It had been awfully nice of them to let me stay even though their main water source was polluted, efffecting everythign from the land to the prey. It was partially because of the prey shortage that I had chosen to rest outside of camp nearer the river. Though there was a pungent smell from all the dumping, I'd seen more than one prey animals wander over hoping for a change in the main water source, and I figured it I slept out here I might catch something to bring back.

And that's when I heard the scream.

It wasn't just any scream either, but a childs.

In a heartbeat I was one my feet, blue eyes wide as I raced toward the river. Bursting through the trees and onto the Riverbank I first noticed the black and white tom-kit, practically in hysterics. Following his gaze I realized he wasn't alone- a second kit was in the water, clinging to a fallen branch that had lodged itself on some rocks jutting out of the water. It tried to mewl but the water raging around it threatened to drown the child every time it tried to cry out.

"Get away from the water!" I ordered the tom-kit, but there was no time to see if he obeyed. The churning waves of the polluted waters were going to unlodge that branch any second, and once that happened it would be all over.

With a burst of speed i raced down the riverbank, not stopping to slow before launching myself through the air and into the water. The current grabbed me at once, dragging me down into the dark depths, but I would not be defeated so easily. I put all my strength into swimming, powerful but small legs churning ferociously as I finally broke the surface with a gasp of air. Staying above the water was difficult, but since I was swimming with the current instead o against it things were made easier. All I had to do was angle myself properly..

There!

I snagged the kit safely in my jaws, but my heart burst in alarm as they went limp in my hold. Desperately I wanted to ask if they were okay, but if I opened my mouth they would surely slip back into the water. Instead I gripped at the loosening branch, trying to use it to steady myself momentarily. Getting to shore was not going to be easy.

Vaguely I could hear the cries of the tom-kit over the roaring of the rapids, but I couldn't focus on that. I had to swim, had to keep moving or the freezing waves would lock my joints into place. Could I, though? It had taken a lot just to overcome the initial shock of jumping into freezing water and steer with the current. Could I do it again? The choice was made for me as the branch finally slipped.

Momentarily I was pulled under, but the knowladge that my life wasn't the only on the line sent my back legs kicking furiously, and no sooner had I gone under did i resurface, head craned at an akward level to keep the kit as far out fo the water as I could. Heart hammering in my chest and the muscles of my legs burning, I fought to swim and stay above the waves even as they tossed me like a rag doll.

Im not sure how I managed exactly, but after many long moments I was able to veer off toward the bank using momentum from the current and sunk my claws deep into the muddy edge. I tried to pull myself out, but my muscles wouldn't comply, resulting in me lifting myself out a few inches only to slip back in. Panting I placed the kit in my jaws on the bank, watching them slump over in a daze as half lidded eyes gazed blankly ahead of them. They were in shock. I had to get them back to the camp, but my legs were so weak. The addreniline was running out, and the cold was setting in.

Towards us the tom-kit came running, tears streaming down it's face as it raced toward it's sister. All I could do was remain half submerged, clinging to the bank in hopes that the strength would return to my limbs, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

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[shadow=black,left]Weed That Grows Everywhere[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Akita -Riverclan Apprentice/Future Soldier[/shadow]

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With a wide yawn my eyes slowly drifted open, blinking away sleep as they adjusted tot he light. I'd fallen asleep just below a tree in camp, and though the cool touch of winter was still in the air, my thick fur and the suns persistence had lent me enough warmth to slip into a comfortable nap. It had been a long day for me, and the rest was much appreciated. Now that I was up however, I'd might as well find something to do.

Stretching out my stiff limbs I'd give a shake of my coat before heading over to the edge of camp to investigate one of the fresh kill piles. To my luck there was a freshly caught rabbit sitting on the top of the pile along with a few other items, and after determining to replace it with something just as good later, I plucked it off and returned to my spot, intent on eating a meal before I decided what to do with my time. Maybe some training?

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[shadow=black,left]Weed That Grows Everywhere[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Akita -Riverclan Apprentice/Future Soldier[/shadow]

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Hello! I figured this idea would be easier to explain OOC rather than IC, so please just pretend Weeds explaining this on an IC level as I explain it on an OC one

Anyways, I see that we need 5000 posts to clean up Riverclan, but having a BUNCH of people posting like mad in one thread can be a little hectic. So, what if we broke up the threads somewhat, and then just added all the posts together at the end?

For example, I was going to ask if Weed could lead a raid on a small hunting shack and steal a bunch of nets. The idea would be that if you string the nets up in a part of the river that's fast moving, the churning water will push any garbage flowing in the current into the net, meaning we won't have to fish garbage out piece by piece.

You could also assign other members with similar tasks- tasks that focus on cleaning the river, but in a specific way. This way people would have direction and a rough idea of what their doing, giving it some consistency other than just a bunch of people posting 'My cat arrived, saw the dirty river, adn began to help'. People with elemental powers could began manipulating the water to separate the dirt from the clean water, and those without powers could do their part by creatively coming up with ways to help the enviroment. Anyone who posts one of these threads could either post the link to it in the main clean up thread, or send it to one of you guys so that all the posts can be added up.

Just thought it might be a fun way to keep things fresh and going. If it's allowed I'd be happy to get my thread up with the nets ASAP. I'm not too sure on what type of pollution your dealing with in the water, but Im sure we could come up with some neat ideas for sub-cleaning threads if you liked this idea.

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[shadow=#47253B,left]Fourthwall[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Wolf - Rogue [/shadow]

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I had always known I wasn't a 'normal' individual. For just as long, I had also known that in a very startling way, the world I live in isn't real. Call me crazy if you want, but it won't be the first time I've heard it and it more than likely won't be the last. That's sort of what you'd expect though with a guy like me. You see, I have this notion that everything from the people I meet to the land I walk on, is nothing more than a story being told by someone in the 'real world'. I don't know how I know these things, or even why I know them, but my conviction is the same none the less. I'm completely, one hundred percent convinced that I am nothing more than a figment of someone elses imagination.

Of course, for a long time I didn't really do anything with this understanding. It was just something I accepted sub-consciously, sort of like breathing, or being born with powers. You just didn't think about it. Sure, every once in a while I'd say something strange or refer to 'the Player', which would earn me an odd look from whoever I was speaking to, but I learned to filter myself as I got older. Because despite the fact that none of this was real to the Player, it was still real to me. If I didn't eat I went hungry. If I was struck by a foe I still bled and ached.

The Player was my god, capable of shaping my future or destroying it. Every step I made, every word I spoke or thought- even my own understanding that I was nothing more than a puppet on someones pages- had all been dictated by them. Some might find this knowledge to be unnerving, and maybe it was in a way, but I couldn't imagine it being any worse than believing in any of the so called 'Gods' the religions boasted. Were those not just kids playing with their own anthills, and us still playing the part of the bugs?

Of course, it was only after I was grown a bit that I began to understand a bit more about myself. As I'd said in the first line of my introduction, I had never quite been 'normal' by anyones standards, and I'm not talking about my beliefs. No, im talking about the urges I'd get and the thoughts that would enter my head, the dark, vicious, inappropriate ones. You see, my entire life I'd been suppressing these strange little desires, desires that revolved around greed, violence, lust, and power. And all because the group I'd been born to did not believe in hurting others. In all honesty I had too, but the more I thought about it the less it made sense.

Why would the Player design me to hold such carnal instincts if I was not intended to give into them? Why would they instill me with basic morale in the first place to combat it instead of simply making me an all around good person? And so I decided- or maybe they decided[/i] that the time had come to embrace the fantasy land I was living in. A land where death only came to those who'd drained their Player of muse and where creatures like me could give into themselves, comfortable with knowing that anyone I hurt wasn't really real.

This was all some dream that we characters had to suffer through, and I was content to enjoy what I could while they'd let me. Which was why I had come here.

Seated on the border I couldn't help but wonder what my being here meant, but with the desert sun warming my back and the jungle beyond drenched in the smell of blood, sweat, and power, I found myself with an enthusiasm I thought I'd lost long ago. My passion for life had gone out the window during my teen years, after I'd realized that the life I led was technically a meaningless one. nobody would come along to read my story years from now. And so from that had blossomed another understanding, another truth, and that was that my time here in whatever this place was, was limited. I had to give into myself now while I could, before I was erased from history all together.

And so despite the fact that my wolf form, even though it was quite large and powerful, paled in comparison to some of the characters in these frontboard clans, I was there and I was ready.All they had to do now was come along and find me..

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[shadow=black,left]Weed That Grows Everywhere[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Akita -Riverclan Apprentice/Future Soldier[/shadow]

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Just when I'd convinced myself it would only be the three of us, two others approached. The first was a female who called out just as we were leaving. Pausing to glance back at her fro over my shoulder, I could feel my features give way to momentary suprise when I first glimpsed her in her large feline form. I had never seen an animal quite like her before, all spotted and broad. She was bigger than any cat or dog I'd seen, though I imagine there would be soe breeds of canine who were outside that rule. Like great danes, for example. Or many mastiffs.

I was just about to respond when a second large feline made themselves known, this one a tawny, solid colored cougar. I'd never seen one of these before either, but the male was a bit more sleek than the jaguar, and looked the equivilant to myself in terms of build among others; lean, powerful, agile. I myself was only partially grown at ten months old, but even when full grown I wouldn't be the largest or strongest, or even the fastest. It didn't make me weak though And I wouldn't mistake this somewhat smaller feline for weak either, not with the calm confidence he seemed to hold as he bumped his hip against Guts.

To both of them I offered my usual friendly smile, pausing so that they could effectively catch up to the group. "Your both welcome to come along. As for prey, I was thinking about boar. When I joined the other day I passed a grove that smelled heavily of it, and the way it was contained would make it a perfect ambush place." I replied, hoping my explenation was good enough. I was still young after all, and I was sure that anyone here had more experience. And I'd be happy to learn from them. Hopefully though, my plan sounded as good to them as it did to me.

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[shadow=#47253B,left]Fourthwall[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Wolf - Rogue [/shadow]

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I felt my lips curl in an almost mischievous manner as the first Bloodclanner of the day made their way over to me. To my surprise it was a fellow wolf, a female if scent and sight were correct. It was surprising how few of my kind there were in this world, though I suppose on some level it was understandable. For one cats seemed the general favor in the first place, but then when you threw in the idea of fire-breathing dragons, mutated animals, and all that jazz, it seemed liable that the bigger you were, the better off you were. Felines were flexible and powerful, but match them size for size with a canine and you'd be surprised at who the winner was. I would vote canine, everytime, but then again I was written to be a bit of an arrogant guy I suppose.

"Name and business?"

I was only half surprised to find the same words I'd grown up with mumbled in my direction. I'd always harbored a tolerance for them, but i couldn't help but feel as if the phrase was lacking for this particular moment. I wasn't just some guy like the rest who came in here, blind to the purpose of their own existence, just to join some war-hungry clan. No, I was here to exploit them for whatever I could, to use their strength and reputation to open doors for me that had been closed before. This was the beginning of my real life.

"I guess you can call me Fourthwall." I replied, smoothly getting to my feet. "And I'm here to join your group."

Heterochromatic eyes landed on the female with a most predatory intensity, but that was because I'd stopped seeing other people as 'people' a long time ago. Their existence, even my own, all of it was pointless in the end. So why not get what you could from it? And the only thing I felt like taking, was the lives of others. Of course, I had enough self control to keep myself from attacking a future comrade. No, there would be plenty of other people I could get my fill from.

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[shadow=#5F04B4,left]Fourthwall[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Wolf - Rogue [/shadow]

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Friends with Fourthwall, with maybe a bit of romance on the side? Fourth is a pretty odd guy, but I think they would get along. He's young, and I kind of wanted to play him as a playboy for a bit, so maybe they could have a friends with benefits thing that becomes more depending on how well they hit it off? I am going to be putting up a plot thread for him shortly, so you can read more in-depth about him there if you like

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[shadow=#47253B,left]Fourthwall[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Wolf - Rogue [/shadow]

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Brief Personality; Fourth is best summed up in one word. Unpredictable. Because he doesn't beleive that his actions will ever have any real consequences, he sees himself as someone who's one step ahead of the rest of the world. This can cause a bit of arrogance in him from time to time, and most would see him as a selfish, c.ocky, short tempered sadist who enjoys watching others suffer. And in a lot of ways that's true, but that isn't all he is. Sure, he harbors those tendancys and is often selfish for putting his desires before the needs of others, but there is still a teen aged kid in there somewhere struggling to cope with what he knows. He's capable of being highly affectionate and charming, even protective, though that can sometimes border possessive. He's usually easy to be around, even if he is equally stubborn in his own way. And it's not that he doesnt' care about others, it's just that he feels it's most important to get everything you want out of life, and a lot of what he wants comes at the suffering of others.

Plot Stuff;

- Friends
- Enemies
- Rivals
- Friends with Benefits
- Anything aside from capture/kill/maim/litters/romance

General Info; Okay, so Fourth is my muse right now, and I have to say he's a weird guy. For those of you who don't know what 'breaking the fourth wall' is, it's when a character is aware of the fact that there is an audience watching them. Fourthwall was born with the knowledge that he is nothing more than a character in someones story. He will often make references to 'the Player' that control him, and has a deep rooted belief that nothing he does in this world will have any real impact seeing as it's all just a figment of someone -or some groups imagination. This influences Fourths behavior drastically'. When he was younger he didn't understand what it meant to be a 'character', and it was just something he accepted as a part of every day living, like fish accept swimming and mammals breathing air. They just do it and know how to deal with it on a sub conscience level. This was the case for Fourth. However, along with knowing this odd fact about himself, Fourth also has been depressing a very psychotic nature. He has had urges to kill, possess, and do numerous cruel things since his puppyhood, and due to personal morale and the way he was raised, he always resisted. Until he grew up and it finally clicked that it didn't matter. None of this was real anyways, right? Sure, it might look and sound, and feel like he was hurting other beings, just like he thought it looked and felt real to him when he was being hurt, but the infallible truth was that it was all a simple illusion. This understanding is what allows him to be so completely unpredictable. He's the kind of person who does exactly what he feels like regardless of the consequence, simply because he knows his RPer won't let him be killed off. Because of this he's all over the place, usually devious, arrogant and charmingly hostile, but constantly giving in to whatever mood happens across him at the time. Which means your just as likely to find him playing hide and seek with the clan kits as you are to find him holding their heads beneath the water in the local drinking hole. He isn't completely crazy though. He has a protective side to him, though it borders on possessive as well, and is both courageous, and charming in a way that insists he doesn't care if you find it so or not. He also likes to act like nothing bothers him, but the truth is that he's just constantly telling himself it doesn't matter, so even on the rare occasions he does feel guilt or hesitation, it's often overlooked given his stance on reality.

Body Descriptions; Right now he has only his birth form, which appears as a very large wolf. The reality is that he also has feline genes in him- not from breeding of course, but through natural mutation. The result of this is a large, muscular, extremely fast and agile canine with retractable claws and excellent senses. He is larger than most of his kind at 36' at the shoulder and nearly 200 LBS in weight. His eyes are hetero chromatic, meaning one is gold while the other is a pale blue.

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[shadow=#5F04B4,left]Fourthwall[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Wolf - Rogue [/shadow]

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Yes please

Do you want to start it, or shall I?

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[shadow=#47253B,left]Fourthwall[/shadow]
[shadow=black,left]Male - Wolf - Rogue [/shadow]

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Friendly Word of Warning; Fourthwall is completely aware of the fact that he's a character in an RPG. Feel free to have your people think he's nuts, he's used to it by now, but I wanted to point that out since he does making references to 'the Player' and such.Anyways, enjoy

So, a jungle in the middle of a desert. It was a pretty interesting setup if I was honest. The constrast between territories was also fairly impressive, so sharply drawn that I could literally have a paw in each enviroment at once if I chose to stand there straddling the border like an idiot. I didn't though, and so continued to make my way to their camp after being accepted on the border. It took some trekking to get to, but after making my way through the dense undergrowth and finding the warn trails the clan had carved into the terrain it wasn't hard to find, and soon the trees fell away into a great clearing.

I would admit, it; whoever had written up this place had done an impressive job. Temples of possibly maiyan make were scattered about the area, with vast open spaces in between to accomodate the hundreds of characters living there. Even the wind was pleasant, pushing in a warmth from the desert beyond that was pleasant to the body after enduring winters cold, though I had no doubt that the nights could be quite bitter and cold if you were caught out alone. Deserts were funny like that, flipping between the extremes in only 24 hours.

Past the cosmetic stuff though, this place was just like anywhere else I'd seen. People were standing around talking, fresh kill piles were scattered about, and patrols were coming and going as if it were nobodys business. The only difference, however distinct, was the clear tip-off-the-hat to the macabre. I'd caught a preview of this out at the border, where a hald errected bone and mud wall stood tall above the desert dunes. This though, it was really something else. As casually as someone chewing on ffresh kill, slaves were scattered about being tortured, entrails and limbs had been tossed aside carelessly, and corpses were in the process of being prepared to join the others out on the border.

And I felt like a f.ucking kid in a candy store.

With an almost devious grin i'd pad forward with a calm confidence that suggested I belonged there, and as far as they needed to know, I did. Vaguely I wondered what kind of sick Players would create characters as odd as these or a place as nightmarish as this one, but I could only assume my own Player was as like-minded as the ones that controlled this place and the people here, so in the end it mattered very little to me. All that really mattered was that I would finally be able to give in to all the sick temptations I'd been fighting off since childhood. First though, it would probably be best to sit through one of those meet and greets- even if none of us are real, that doesn't mean I can't use the info while it's there, right?

So, rather promptly I found a nice clearing beside one of the temples and sunk down into the grass. "Meet and greet!" I called, boyish tones smooth and alluring to the ear. I wasn't the sexiest beast out there with all my scars and oddly colored eyes, but anyone who denied a certain amount of appeal was either blind or a f.ucking liar. Not that I really cared. I no longer had to play by the rules off this world, and that worked just fine by me.

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[shadow=black,left]Male - Wolf - Rogue [/shadow]

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”Meet and greet!”

The words caught my attention from where I was lounging in the shadows of one of the temples. I had spent most of the day inside camp after being accepted, wanting to get to know my surroundings before I had to get involved in any work. Though I had decided long ago that my life would be for my enjoyment, I wasn't beyond the notion that I was above this realms laws. Sure, I understood that we were all just characters in some f.ucked up story, but I was still capable of starving, hurting, and being effected in general by this place, which meant it was entirely logical to blend in as much as possible. And one of the things I'd have to do in order to blend would be clan work.

That could wait for now though. There was far more interesting stuff to deal with.

Dripping with relaxation and ease I got to my paws and stretched out my stiff limbs, enjoying the feeling even though I knew it was an illusion. Momentarily I wondered what real emotions felt like, but I suppose one might be capable of feeling them in this reality, assuming whoever was writing them was able to convey things well through written work. Shaking thoughts of what was beyond our world though I returned to the present, making my way over tot eh quickly growing group.

"Hey, the name's Fourthwall." I said as I came to a halt among the others, dual colored eyes landing on the antlered tiger with mild interest. It seemed some of these people were familiar with him- perhaps his RPer had taken him away during a loss of muse only to return with him now. It was entirely possible. Then again, one could never be sure what the Player's intentions were. All any of us could really do is hang on for the ride and hope for the best.

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