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So I enter guild...

Welcome to the Guild, @Etherean Fire!

Glad you found a way to our lil' rabbit hole! ;D
If you want an RP that's only just beginning, I suggest you check out the Interest Checks. This is where most of the recruiting takes place. New RPs, old ones seeking new members--stuff like that. That being said, don't be afraid to explore the other interest checks and the various threads around the site.
If you have any questions or wanna chat, don't be afraid to hit me up.

See you around!

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

No worries guys but the cast has thinned out though. I wonder if I should reopen the interest checks.

@PaulHaynek

I wouldn't mind a few new players joining in.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

Roane

Roane nodded in thanks as Eclisse tossed her a vulnerary. Popping the cap off, she poured its contents into Lyth's mouth before tucking away the medicine for future use. The wyvern flapped his wings as the newfound energy coursed through his veins as and the wounds from his pain ceased to bother him. A rose echoed through the battlefield as he flapped his wings, rising a foot off the ground. Roane smiled and patted Lyth, yet there glimmered grimness in her eyes. The vulnerary helped, but it didn't change the fact that the regiment was surrounded by foes. Dwarves, Varjans--soldiers of all walks of life, trust wavering with every side they chose.

This was too much. Way too much in too little time. Roane's eyes darted around, strung at the limp Nyx and barely hanging on Myno. They were alive, thank the gods, but for how long? She was no Cleric, but it didn't take much to figure out that another battle would only end up in more needless death. She gripped the reins tight, eyes scanning over the battlefield. But there were more out there. She didn't know how she could sleep knowing she had the choice to save them, but simply left. Roane's gaze darted back and forth between them, hesitance clear in her eyes. Slowly, she closed her eyes.

"Forgive me." The murmur was barely audible amongst the clatter of battle. Yet the words carried the weight of her choice.

Her eyes snapped open and she flew to the manakete, drawing out and giving him a vulnerary. "He's right." The words were hollow with guilt and defeat. "We can't risk another battle. We're too ill prepared." Her gaze darted to the ground. "I don't want to leave anyone behind. But..." she swallowed hard, "the official meeting tent is aflame, we have several injured on our unit, and we're completely surrounded by foes. Our best chance is to retreat."

Lyth growled and headbutted Taka, the closest a wyvern could get to a sign of affection. Roane nodded back to Taka. "I'll try to help if I can. Lyth is fast, and I'all be alright as long as I'm careful." And I'all be able to try to search for my lady. The task remained unspoken, yet the concern screamed in her mind.

[Wolf RP] Spirit of the Animals

Kinow

@Polaris North@Nikki Moonlight@oWhiteDiamondo

Homicide. Of course. Because why not.

Kinow scratched at the hard ground, scarlet pelt bristling as the revelation of the wolf's past was revealed. The danger he sensed earlier flared up from deep within as a quiet panic over the previous events seized his body. He had met with a killer. A dangerous and trained killer, at that. A murderer who's size and strengthen was mo doubt double than that of Kinow's.

And she had licked him.

He lingered by the rock as Angelwing ordered, yet his mind still buzzed far away. She was an intriguing one, that Moon. There was fear for what she had done, but something else. Maybe a morbid curiosity or fascination as to who she was. He would keep an eye out for her, of course. But not before confronting her on a few things. He blinked hard to bring his attention back to the leader, padding a few steps forward and nodding respectfully at him.

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Rymen

So that's why it seemed familiar.

Rymen frowned as he stared up at Angelwing. He had been barely an apprentice then, the pack a still foreign concept to his childhood in the river den. The flood had numbed most of those memories from his mind, but there was one that stood out against the fog of the past. A large black wolf, the scent of blood, the howls of accusers. Patchworks of mindful recountings, interrupted by the gentle nudging of a queen back to the nursing den. No place for a pup, she had said.

Shaking the memories from his mind, Rymen kept his composure throughout Angelwing's warning. If this wolf was truly as dangerous as she was made out to be, Rymen would not hesitate to track her down and run her out of the territory himself. But orders were orders, though the fate of the pack rested heavily on the wolf's mind. He turned to Angelwing, sitting up attentively and ready for any command.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

Ditto on posting tomorrow.

[Wolf RP] Spirit of the Animals

Kinow

@Polaris North@Nikki Moonlight@oWhiteDiamondo

By the time the duo reached camp, dirt virtually coated the deer. Kinow dropped the carcass by the entrance, lifting his head to gaze around camp. A somber atmosphere hung heavy in the air, the grimness weaved with whispers of unease. The tension was so thick, Kinow could bite it. Angelwing perched on his rock, claws sinking into the stone. Below was Rymen, his strained but soothing words disonating with the mood. Kinow gave them a quick and shallow nod, his eyes flickering towards Robyn for a moment. Then, with his mouth set in a taut line, he slowly joined the rest of the pack.

Odd glances were sent his way, noses twitching as wolves around him caught the foreign stench clinging to his fur. He saw Rymen open his mouth as if to say something, then, thinking against it, closed it once more and focused his attention elsewhere. Kinow rubbed his forehead self consciously. The Moon's scent was as blatant as...well, the moon. She made sure of that thanks to her lick. Still, he raised his head, ignoring the growing murmurs and odd glances.

[Wolf RP] Spirit of the Animals

I'm definitely not procrastinating. >_>;

Introductions are neccessary

@Musaki Hajime

Welcome to the Guild in all its crazy-ass glory! ;D A friend of the Poohbear is a friend of mine.

[Wolf RP] Spirit of the Animals

Kinow

@Polaris North

Kinow relaxed slightly as Robyn stepped out from the cover. Thankfully, it seemed it was only her who had witnessed the confrontation. On the downside, it was her who had witnessed the confrontation. He flushed beneath his fur, but his irritated expression remained. If he had looked like an idiot standing up to 'The Moon', then Robyn was kind enough not to mention it. She was trustworthy, he knew that much. But that didn't lower his embarrassment any less.

"Did he order you to stand back and watch too," he grumbled, trying (and failing) to wipe down the mark on his forehead. After a quick glance at Robyn, he cleared his throat and dipped his head. The closest to an apologetic gesture he could manage. "Help would be nice, though. Thanks. I mean it."

Kinow trotted back to the doe and picked up a leg. The scent filled his nose, his mouth itching to just bite hard and dig in. It had been too long since his last deer. The fact that he didn't even have to catch a fresh one, loner aside, made the thought taste even sweeter. He dragged it to Robyn, a new sense of unspoken gratitude filling him as fully realized it's weight.

A howl pierced through the air. Kinow's fur bristled and he dropped the leg, shooting Robyn an uneasy look. Angelwing. Pack meetings weren't unusual. But this howl seemed...off. He couldn't quite place his paw on what, but instinct told him that something was going on. Something big. Kinow glanced back the way 'The Moon' had gone. Something that could include her. He raised his head and howled back--a short confirmation--before glancing at Robyn curiously and picking up the leg once more.

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Rymen

@oWhiteDiamondo@Nikki Moonlight

Rymen frowned as the howl pierced the air. The feeling of unease that took seed since the mention of this wolf was slowly starting to grow. "Best see what this is about then," he mumbled, more to himself. Hope of rest abandoned, he nudged Luna comfortingly before padding out into the clearing.

A majority of the pack had already gathered, stragglers peeking their heads out of their dens. Apprentices and pups whispered amongst themselves, rumors and wild stories already in the works. A wolf-eating rabbit! A fox with two heads! A tree that could speak! Fables wrapped in a fabric of innocence that Rymen couldn't help but smile at. He passed through the throng of wolves, giving calming words to the worried and smiles to the uneasy. It was the least he could do now. His cheeriness cracked as he walked to his place at the base of the rock, his gaze flickering to the entrance of camp before traveling up to Angelwing.

[Wolf RP] Spirit of the Animals

Kinow

@oWhiteDiamondo@Polaris North

Kinow watched as the tip of the she-wolf's tail dissappeared in the undergrowth, the shadows swallowing what was left of her dark form. He waited a moment. Two. Three. Then, when he thought for sure he was alone, his rigid composure melting into a shaking mess. By the grace of the spirits around him, just what was he thinking?!

The russet wolf shut his eyes, struggling to maintain his breathing. He was a hunter. He hunted things. Small things, big things. Prey things. Another wolf, especially a loner a great deal bigger and tenfold dangerous, was not a prey thing. He groaned and wiped the locked spot on his forehead, but to no avail. 'The Moon'. Whatever that meant. With a shake of his flank, he turned to head towards camp.

He barely took a few steps forward when that scent hit his nose again. The familiarity of it made him narrow his eyes. Definitely a pack member, definitely real, and definitely close. He swung his head around, his already annoyed expression deepening in irritation. "Alright," he called, "I know you're there."

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Rymen

@Nikki Moonlight

Rymen's smile faltered for a moment. Then, as if it had never left, his cheerful composure was once more regained. "You are kind," he chuckled, "but I don't wish to burden you with my troubles. Besides," His brow furrowed as his leader's howl echoed around camp," it seems we've bigger problems."

Crescent Moon. That name was vaguely familiar. Why, he couldn't quiet tell. But beyond a feeling of unease, he couldn't quite place his paw on who or what that implied. Yet they were dangerous enough for the usual stoic leader to be riled up about it. The whole situation only made Rymen's hackles raise in alarm. He wanted to run out there, to chase after this supposed threat. But orders were orders. His priority was the pack first. His curiosity, no matter how infuriatingly insatiable, had to wait.

With a shake of his head, his turned back to Luna. "Well, best rest up." He licked her pelt, a small sign of reassurance and affection. "I have a feeling tonight's patrol will take longer than usual."