Posts by neevroks

Ok (=

I actualy prefer playing dudes.

Making a form...

Juka smiled to herself. She had been exploring the back alleys of the little colony when she had seen a familiar figure scrambling into a window. Gabe, you rascal. She now was squatting outside, listening to the conversation. They had pepsi! It took all she had not to leap up and ask for some. Gabe wouldn't be happy if he knew she was here, even though he was her friend.

As the boat turned towards the distant ships the wind filled her sails, lifting it up on invisible shoulders until it was almost flying, the hull slicing the water like a razor blade. Rigger let out a whoop.

Ooc: Seahawks should not have won! Pretty sure they took steroids. Also, Loren totally won the Puppy Bowl!
ic: Juka looked up at the sky. It was getting light out- she couldn't stay much longer without being found.

I would probably do an apocalyptic, other animals, fan clan, video game, furry, or maybe even realistic human RP. Basically anything but Sonic, Hetalia, elemental, or Homestuck RP.

What is it?

Juka stepped into the light of the street and went looking for a job to do. It was the worst feeling she could imagine when she was idle. It made her self-conscious, restless. She needed to be useful, not to mention get out of this colony for once.

The squirrel took out her sling and began firing pebbles at various targets. A sling is much harder to aim with than a slingshot, so she needed as much practice as she could get.

Yea... some parts of Tumblr are creepy as hell. I prefer being what I am, which is hopelessly addicted to Youtube.

Juka heard a commotion of yelling and unfamiliar noises outside the main living area so decided to check it out. Strange people (i'm just gonna call anthros people) were dashing around and yelling at drones. Some scouts from the camp were also there, but she only recognized Mjrn. "Hey Mjrn! What's going on here?" She dashed to the wolf's side.

Couldn't get a picture ):
Name: Ragitugg
Species: otter
Gender: male
Age: 3 years
Personality: Helpful and social, Ragitugg loves doing any kind of work. It's almost like what he was born to do! But he is powerfully built and is willing to take on anyone in a fight, even an impossible enemy. He is stubborn, sometimes too stubborn for his own good.
Mate/crush/offspring: none (for now)
Home: a beaver mound in the center of the pond he and his family have created- he and his large family all live there.
Diet: Inner tree bark, flower buds, water lilies, cattails (plant)
Muse: anywhere from 2 to 8 depending on the day/ how interesting a thread is
How Often Online: about once a day
Ask Friends to Join? No, most of my friends on this site are inactive or quit a long time ago.

Ooc: sorry, I keep getting flooded. I have to quit this thread.

Rigger slid down the mast and took the sail in a bit as they approached the massive hull of one ship. It towered over their little skiff like a mountain. "Get us under their guns, Dex. I think they've spotted us and I don't want to get blown apart."

Rigger tried his best poor-urchin-who-needs-help look and gazed up at the crew of the ship parallel to them. "Neither do we want a fight. My... cousin and I are on our way to our relatives' home, but that storm yonder-" he gestured to the dark clouds on the horizon- "has been following us for hours. We were hoping for some shelter."
He didn't dare ask for supplies- these were pirates, after all. It was obvious. The crew lounged around, there were no uniforms, and the ship had a bow chaser on the front. Any good pirate needs one of those guns if she wants to catch her prey.

Yes, please do! And thanks for accepting us! :P

Also I'm gonna make another character if thats ok.

Name: Foreia
Species: White-tailed Deer
Gender: female
Age: 7 years
Personality: Foreia is perpetually sad. She is scarred by things that she saw earlier in life and jumps at the sound of twigs breaking. She is not particularly small or thin, but everything about her screams "fragile".
Mate/crush/offspring: Tzevi? Whitetail deer and elk are similar enough, and they're both in the same creature category, so...
Home: Sleeps under a holly bush.
Diet: leaves, bark
Muse: 2 to 8, depends
How often on site: almost once a day
Friends: I'll friend you, Spotty!

Ooc: I meant skiff as in the old-fashioned kind. Not a motorboat. A small sailboat. I'm pretty sure none of the characters know what a motor is.

Rigger shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know anything more about the ships than the crew of this new one did.