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    Johnston lowered his head down to graze, disappointed about how dry the grass had gotten. They were bringing in new horses by the dozens in at the Ohio base, so there was a lot of commotion. He sighed at the fact that many of these unexperienced horses would die or be taken into Confederate custody in their first battle, like Rosie. Rosie was a close friend, they had been together for years prior to the war. She was stolen by the confederacy, and he didn't even know if she was alive or not. He tried not to think of it, but raised his head, and welcomed the newcomers.


    Payette's dark eyes opened to view the South Dakota base. They had moved her from the shabby corral to one of the few stalls, which she disliked even more due to the close confinement. She had begun cribbing, gnawing at the wooden walls with boredom. The only horse she had spoken to was a gelding by the name of Riot, who tried hopelessly to comfort the Sioux mustang mare. She hadn't yet spoken to the horse in the stall on her right, but he didn't seem like talking much either.

  • ＴＨＥ ＣＩＶＩＬ ＷＡＲＳ ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ ｔｈｒｅａｄ

    Payette's ears pricked at his voice, and she raised her dark head from the stall door. "I'm called Payette." She spoke simply. She noted on how different Rouge's voice sounded from her own. "Where is the grass?" She nickered softly, but then realized there were more important questions to ask. "Why am I here?" She questioned, the blue roan mare pacing anxiously in her stall. Rouge had seemed much kinder than Riot in their meetings. All the other horses seemed to despise the fact that she was a Sioux just as much as the humans.


    As they were bringing in all the new horses, Johnston couldn't help but look for the dun coat and long legs of Rosie. He doubted she would be back, but he couldn't help but hope. Being one of the most experienced horses in the War of the States, he had been helping out younger and new recruits by giving them information about what exactly was going on. The colts and fillies all seemed to love him- but he couldn't fathom why. He was just a kind, gentle gelding who seemed to love life.

  • Tribe Of Stripes || Open HP's Open ||




    Gender: Tigress


    Description (Picture or 6 sentence Description): Sun is on the larger side for a female, despite her small Indo heritage. She's built rather odd compared to the thick coated, well sculpted tigers that roam with her. Her coat is thin and very short, and she has a thin, long build with a downward protruding nose and large, wide-set butter-yellow eyes.


    Personality: Although Sun has a harsh and intimidating appearance, she's quite a doll once you get to know her. She's not easy to trust others, but once she lets you in, you will never regret getting to know her. She can be judgmental, but means well. She's always ready to play and tussle around, but knows when to get her act together and get the job done. If you didn't know her, you would only know her ruthless abilities to kill. Once you do, though, you will find her to be a close-knit companion with a kick. She will always put the life of one dear before her own, but knows her limits. She's extremely cunning and intelligent, and doesn't let anyone forget it.


    Likes -Water
    -Swimming
    -Playing
    -Older cubs (Young ones that are not her own can get on her nerves)
    -Adventure
    -Males
    -Water Buck



    Dislikes-Rude females
    -Ambitious tigers
    -Being alone
    -Being ignored
    -Eating a lot
    -Being patient


    Rank: Lead force?


    Role Play Sample:


    Pale lemony orbs locked with that of the stranger. Her pupils dilated into mere specks, dark and waiting. The amber eyes of the young lion flicked down to his paws, and back up to meet Sun's. She didn't want this to come to anything that it didn't need to be, but the boy was a threat to the pride. She lifted her lips, revealing long, pearly white canine teeth. Dark ears pinned to the back of her head, she lashed out at the lion, claws outstretched and flexed. The hooked talons snagged the sandy pelt of the lion, ripping the thick skin outwards. He let out a growl of agony, and sulked back towards the copse of trees. Sun was aware that if could have ended much worse for the brute, and smiled at the ground as a job well done.

  • (Cloud & Rock) Tiger Litter First of the Tribe of Stripes Semi-Advanced

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    Name(Tribe Name Please)- Gold In The Dullest Rocks
    Gender- Male
    Appearance(Link,Picture or Description that is at least 4 sentences)- Gold is a unique color often referred to as a 'golden tiger', and is not too uncommon when a white and orange are bred together. He's a big cub, but often finds himself tripping over his own paws.
    Personality(At least 4 sentences)- This ambitious boy is always sulking around or complaining. The world just isn't big enough for him yet, and won't hardly let anyone forget it. He wants to be the best, and is always too hard on himself for not exhibiting his top performance in everything. He's big and tough, but he can also be awkward and clumsy, and it just seems that anything that can go wrong, will in his case. He likes to keep up a tough ego, but is really a huge softy in side. He doesn't even want his mother to see that side of him, though. Unfortunately, he has an ailment, for if he gets sick or injured, his immune system just doesn't work right, so even though he has a large hankering for adventure, he is usually monitored very closely.
    Likes- Wrestling, hunting, climbing, eating, being tough, a good challenge/ competition.
    Dislikes- Water, anyone who shows him up, making a fool of himself, and being ignored.
    Strengths- Gold is very good at pinning his littermates down, and showing them his skills. He's fast, but usually he trips over his own paws before it gets too impressive. He's quite good at alluring the little ladies, but rejects them all.
    Weaknesses- Being friendly, opening himself up, making friends, telling the truth, swimming, and he has a low immune system, and is very prone to illness and staying sick.
    Plots(No dying plots)- Being the adventitious little bugger he is, Gold always finds himself in trouble. He could possibly even be taken into custody by humans for some time because of sticking his big nose where it doesn't belong.
    Other- Cloudy Day :3

  • σɴ тнᴇ cʀσssʀσᴀᴅs σғ ᴅᴇᴀтн─νᴀмρıʀᴇs─ᴀᴅνᴀɴcᴇᴅ.


    Something about her, something about her scent, or maybe her helplessness, or perhaps its her fearlessness to die, but they all flock to her for their own reasons. The vamps call it the 'Rose'. When a mortal possesses the essence of mystery, that individual is worth a great price to the vampires. Every immortal has its own ideas of a Rose's importance, but there are very few at any one time. This particular rose is always straddling the crossroads of death without losing her balance, and what an amazement it is. Zane is this particular Rose.

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    Zane found herself wrapped in a wool blanket, nestled in the corner of her dark bedroom. Who knows how long she had been asleep- the pills obviously didn't take their roll. Her dark, vibrant red hair was tangled into slumber induced mats, reducing her line of sight being so heavily side-swept into her face. She took a few minutes just to think about the fact she was still in hell- her own personal hell.

    She hadn't been to school in a week, and although the home-phone rang off the hook from the superintendent inquiring about her absence, no one was there to pick it up. No one was allowed to know about her. No one was allowed to care. Her mother, once frivolous with youth, grew distant, and eventually ended her 'suffering,' her father claiming the incident due to their daughter, who he often claimed ruined their lives. Zane was used to that sort of thing, cold and tear-bringing things out of her father's mouth. Her father had disappeared a week ago, and it gave her the opportunity to escape everything. Maybe it was school, or maybe it was life. But, being alone, completely and entirely alone gave her the opportunity to think.

  • Iditarod Lovers Badge Event

    I love the Iditarod because of how they can use such highly intelligent animals to reach great heights, and because they're utilizing and making the world recognize a truly amazing breed of dog. But what saddens me is the means they get the dogs to cooperate- there have been 133 dogs killed because of beatings during the recent years of the Iditarod... Here's a cute pic :3

  • "ı ᴅσɴ'т нᴀνᴇ мυcн тσ ʟıνᴇ ғσʀ..." sᴇмı ᴀᴅνᴀɴcᴇᴅ+


    Dark cocoa eyes lazily opened, and the warmth of the wool blanket had ceased. The temperature had dropped at least ten degrees since she had fell asleep, although she didn't know how long she had been unconscious. She recalled her memories of the previous night- she had marked her final resting place in the corner of her bedroom with a wide assortment of pills. Realizing she was still alive, she knew the medications hadn't taken their toll on her.


    She sat there for at least an hour, going over her motives in her head about everything that had happened. She was sane enough, so they seemed legitimate. She had to admit, she was a bit relieved that she didn't slip into a realm of death in which she wouldn't return, but at the same time, disappointed. She knew that she would just keep trying the whole stunt again until she succeeded.

    She ran her fingers through matted, slumber-educed red hair, a dark, nearly maroon shade that resembled trying blood. Her side swept hair kept falling in her face, she she blew softly at the locks to move them out of her way. Zane sighed, and found herself peering out the dark window. "Can you give me a sign that I still have a future? A purpose?" She whispered aloud. It wasn't in prayer really, but more a demand of the world. She felt as if she was a burden to the world, although she had a slight hope that there was more to her.

    She sat in silence, knowing that the world had not replied. There was no sign, therefor, she had her answers. She tossed the wool blanket aside, and rose off the hard wood of her bedroom floor. If the world wanted Zane Aviett to die, than she would attempt her best to leave the world beautifully. She looked in her dresser for her favorite band t-shirt, and summer shorts, although the snow fell hard. She applied her makeup, taking quite some time to do so. She ran a brush through her messy deep red hair that covered most of her face. She looked okay. Mediocre.


    Her eyes trailed down to the many scars lining her wrists. Each one had it's own story, person behind it. They were quite ugly. She grabbed a sharpie, and covered the pink lines in her favorite things- band names, people that once mattered, her favorite foods. She was a piece of artwork in herself, and it was quite satisfying.


    The pills didn't work the first time, so maybe she'd amp it up a bit. She fumbled around her closet, and found an old radio. She placed inside it her favorite CD, and turned the volume peg as loud as the machine would allow. This was perfect. Before she could retrieve her weapon of choice, there was a single knock at the door. She huffed, and walked towards the ratty door to see who the hell would be bothering her.