Fubsy

[Wolf RP] Spirit of the Animals

Kinow

It wasn't often Kinow rose early. But the few times he did, he couldn't help but marvel at how different the world seemed. The rays of the newly awoken sun slowly seeped past the canopy. Fallen leaves crunched and crinkled as the tiny paws of squirrels and mice scurried across. From somewhere, the last cricket song died away, replaced by the deep calls of frogs and the twittering of delighted songbirds.

The red wolf raised his head to the air, inhaling deeply. Familiar smells danced across his nose. The sharp metallic tang of dirt, the earthy smell of fallen branches, the perfume of blooming plants. And there, amongst it all, delicious traces of game amongst the undergrowth. With a confident curl in his mouth, Kinow took off towards the direction. Deer. Perfect. Big parties were usually needed to take down a stag, but this one smelled small. A doe or dawn. Something easy and quick.

He sniffed the air once more, his pace faltering ever so slightly. The scent was there still, but it was followed by something else. Something...unfamiliar. A small growl rumbled in his throat. With a quick burst of speed, Kinow followed his nose towards the scent.

[Wolf RP] Spirit of the Animals

Rymen || The Son of Rain

Name:
Rymen

Nickname(s):
"Son of Rain"

Age:
3 Years -- Adult

Ranking:
Deputy

Appearance:

Visual

Rymen is wolf with gray fur as dark as a storm, patches of black on his face and tail First impressions will lead many to be intimidated by his imposing form. Larger than most with a muscular stance, his history as a fearsome warrior is apparent in the multitude of scars that line his muzzle and flank. Contrary to his appearance, however, Rymen is what you'd call a gentle giant. A majority of his size is merely due to his thick fur which is prone to fluffing up. His eyes are a piercing amber as bright and as brilliant as lightning, flashing with the care he holds deep for his pack.

Personality:
Despite his appearance, Rymen is a calm individual who prefers to talk his way out of situations rather than fight. However, he's far from a coward. He's fiercely loyal and will fight until his last breath to protect the ones he loves.
Charismatic and suave, it's not unlikely for him to flirt and tease those around him. He's sociable, if a bit too trusting, and his easygoing nature makes him a favorite amongst the mischievous pups of the pack. Its his personal belief that, as the Deputy, it's his duty to spread moral amongst those around him. Because of that, it's rare to see him tired or down trodden as he hides those feelings behind a mask of cheeriness.
When push comes to shove, any trace of his jovial self will vanish. He's a fearsome fighter with a commanding authority, and those that cross him seldom receive forgiveness.

Background:
Born a Loner, Rymen spent his days as a pup exploring the his home on the riverbank with his mother and siblings. Life was a lax existence and food was plentiful. That is until the storm arrived.
In the belly of a storm, a flood swept through his home and destroyed everything. It was only by chance and a sturdy piece of driftwood that he managed to survive. When the rain died down, everything was destroyed. His home, his siblings, his mother--all taken away in an instant.
Eventually, a patrol found the pup's battered body amongst the debris. Taking pity, he was nursed back to health and accepted into the back. Years passed and he grew stronger, becoming a warrior before climbing the ranks to Angelwing's second-in-command.

Other:
N/A

[Wolf RP] Spirit of the Animals

@oWhiteDiamondo
Fantastic! If need be, I can make a CS to fill the Deputy spot.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

@ToadRopes
Did you draw the picture? If so, that looks really good. :O

PRIES - Paranormal Dark Fantasy RP [Interest & Recruit Thread]

@Holy Soldier
Sorry! You may need to take me off the list. Things have been a bit busier than expected.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

I still don't know what to post XD From my perspective I can't really tell what is going on well enough to warrant a post.

@Melkor

From what I can gather, there's:
five dwarves on Myno and Victoria; another five dwarves on Jarde, Eclisse, and Cylus; A number of dwarven Bolters on Roane and Taka; Elite on Merilia; three Varjans on Angelise, Estelle, Alfred, Senshi, and Nyx.

Maybe fight the dwarves? Or change direction and battle some Varjans? Or, plot twist, reveal Cylus to actually be a bigass dragon and take over the world.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

Roane

@cloudystar

Roane gritted her teeth as control was gained once more. The wind whipped around them, its howls mingled with the screams of battle. Louder, louder, louder, until it was nothing more than an orchestra of blades and bloodshed behind a dance of death. Arrows flew by, barely missing the careening dragon, and seemed to near ever more with each aim. Yet it was by the skill of Roane's new compatriot, Taka, that they managed to last this long. With a great flap, Lyth was steered higher at a stomach plunging rate to escape an onslaught of arrows. The air grew colder and thinner, the wind blowing faster and faster. It was only by Roane's constantly flying that lightheadedness hadn't taken hold.

Her dark eyes roamed over the battlefield, searching for the source of the arrows. She needed a plan, a direction, a target. Something to attack admits the ensuing discord. A flicker of flame and smoke caught her eye. She lifted her gaze, her body going rigid from shock. A tent, one of the largest in the vicinity, burned as bright as the bonfire. The meeting place. The location for all important peoples to gather and discuss. People like Lady K'shein. At once, the noise seemed louder. Her skin was colder. A bout of dizziness stirred her mind. No. Lady K'shein was alright. She had to be alright. She...Lady...Her Lady...

Roane's grief was cut short as a roar pierced the chilly air. Her grip on the reins tightened and she quickly reached back to trap Taka as Lyth bucked and descended at a stomach wrenching rate. The wings flapped, extended, and eventually stabilized as they neared the ground. But the damage was already done. An arrow's shaft erupted from Lyth's thick hide. Roane looked around wildly, frantically steering the wyvern away as another arrow arced towards them. This time, she could see its source.

"Taka!" she called, nodding to some cross-bow armed dwarves. "Over there!"

She dared to fly closer, ax out and ready for a fight. Her eyes burned with anger and outrage as bright as the flaming tent. She knew not what happened. She knew not who had done the sin. The only matter that burned in her mind was that, whatever happened now, she would do in her Lady's name. Wherever she may be...

[Wolf RP] Spirit of the Animals

The Red Wind

Name:
Kinow

Nickname(s):
Kinny (much to his chagrin), Kin, 'The Red Wind'

Age:
2 years -- Young Adult

Ranking:
Hunter

Appearance:

Visual

The title of 'The Red Wind' does not stem from mere nothing. Kinow's fur is more scarlet than brown, dapples of black and gray spotting his backside and tail. His paws and underbelly are gray, and his muzzle a gradually gradient of russet to white. His eyes are dark amber, not unlike that of tree sap, with one being a shade lighter with a jagged scar over it. Though significantly smaller than most wolves--a trait which he despises to be reminded of--he's lithe and lean, with long legs designed for running. Aside from the scar on his right eye, he has few scarring.

Personality:
Kinow is far from the sweetest rose in the bush. If anything, he's the sharpest thorn that pricks the most delicate of hands. He's honest. Brutally honest. His words are wrapped in sarcastic briars, and seldom does he ever apologize for it.
Yet despite his bitter nature, there lies a softness within him that he desperately tries to hide in fear of showing weakness. He's viciously protective over the few friends that he has, and stubborn as a rock when it comes to loyalty. Though his words are enough to start fights, rarely does Kinow ever enjoy participating in them. Partly because of his small stature, but also due to a buried fear of accidentally killing a fellow wolf. Surprisingly enough, he gets along well with pups--he just isn't the best influence on them.

Background:
The runt of the litter, Kinow was the weakest of all his siblings. He was always the small one, too sick to grow and always hungry for a milk that could not feed him. No one expected him to live past his first week. Yet, despite all odds, Kinow lived. Though he remained small and his body awkwardly lanky, he gradually learned as an apprentice that his strength lay in skills other than brute force. Under the tutelage of one of the elders, a skilled former Hunter, Kinow learned how to track down and hunt, eventually becoming the swift Hunter he is now.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

@Melkor
Maybe you can post a battle scene or so? Hmm lol.

Traditional Irish Pub Thread - Americans fleeing Trump welcome!

@Spud
Aye, they certainly sound like good folk! ;) Ha, look at that! You've got me talking like an Irishman already! Soon I'll be fit enough to be the burliest damn barwench you've ever seen!