“Walk boldly, for the sky sees your path even when you do not.”
About Me:
Howdy, my name is Sky's Brand,
I’m based on the West Coast of the U.S., with over 15 years’ experience in writing and roleplaying. I’m drawn to storytelling that’s rich in complexity, using each story as a way to explore deeper questions. My influences are diverse, from *Werewolf: The Apocalypse* and motorcycle culture to the works of philosophers throughout history. To me, storytelling is a journey into themes like loyalty, survival, and identity.
My writing varies in length, but quality is always a priority. I enjoy making posts more immersive with music, visuals, and creative formats. Outside of writing, I’m a student of conservation, a recreational athlete, and an apprentice in construction, learning skills that keep me rooted in the real world.
Favorite Characters to Write:
TBA - TBA - TBA -
Roleplay Preferences:
Tone: Deep, atmospheric, and character-focused, with space for both action and introspection.
Themes: Survival, loyalty, mystery, personal growth, and the power of choice.
Setting: World Of Darkness, Alt History, Urban Fantasy.
Style: Literate - Adv. Literate, Multi paragraph, casual posting time.
Story Hooks I’d Love to Explore:
Rites of Passage: Trials and tests, from first transformations to harrowing spirit quests.
Caern Defense: Defending sacred lands from human corruption, spirit enemies, or other supernatural threats.
Personal Redemption: A Garou or Kinfolk’s journey toward inner peace and purpose against all odds.
Brotherhood Trials: A character’s path from prospect to full patch, or the tests of loyalty that come with it.
Outlaw Justice: Exploring the MC’s brand of rough justice and how far they’ll go to protect their own.
MC and Supernatural World Clash: The club’s encounters with supernatural threats or allies, blending realism with a mystical twist.
Lost in the Wild: A survival story where characters are stranded in an unforgiving wilderness and must find their way home.
Guardian of the Land: Characters who protect sacred or mystical sites in nature from human threats.
Seasonal Changes & Challenges: The beauty and danger of each season, from summer storms to winter survival, impacting the journey.
I’m going to try to use it for just narrator posts as an experiment. I enjoyed writing them in the past (not for rp) and in general can make those faster than regular novella style posts. But for everyone else is up to preference. Uniformity is great for writing, but I feel it would be unfair of me to expect everyone to try a different style like that. If folks like it I wouldnt stop them from trying though.
A small snippet of what is to come. Thank you all for your patience thus far. I will be reaching out to folks this coming weekend.
1 EXT. UNKNOWN ROAD - NIGHT
Its raining again. Peeking between the dark clouds the full moon glares. A young woman runs down the road with the silhouette of a church fading behind her. Blood, gore, and mud cakes her clothes. She's crying heavily while trying to get her breathing under control.
YOUNG WOMAN Oh god...I'm so sorry...
The young woman stops by one of the nearby trees and braces herself. She fumbles, still trying to settle her breath, reaching into the pocket of her ruined hoodie to pull out a burner phone. She dials a number before pressing the phone to her ear. It rings thrice before picking up. A tired old man answers.
ROOK (V.O. GROGGY) Who is this?
YOUNG WOMAN (TREMBLING) R-Rook...It's me, Leah.
ROOK (V.O. MORE AWAKE) Leah? What has happened? Where is-
YOUNG WOMAN (PANICKED) Dead. All of them! Oh my god...
ROOK (V.O. SERIOUS) Get a hold of yourself, girl. Tell me exactly what has happened-
Before the woman can speak, a chill runs up her spine. She turns her head looking across the other side of the road. Her eyes struggle to see in the dark. But something is there.
A misshapen but humanoid figure stands at the tree line, cloaked by shadows. Its eyes glisten like a cats. A grin far too wide for any normal human spread across what could be its face. The sight before it, pleases it.
The woman panics, not being able to finish her phone call. She drops the phone and continues running down the road.
Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Blood & Rain is a a savage horror roleplay set in the pacific northwest. Join the pack and follow the clues to discover what happened to Luna's Pride- the pack that once watched over the territory near Snoqualmie, Wa. This is a literate rp that utilizes the Werewolf: The Apocalypse 5th edition Lore & Mechanics and World Of Darkness Solo Player rules (losely, its gonna be rules lite). Those new to the game and lore are welcome to join and learn. If you are interested in a murder mystery, werewolf pack, story & character driven narrative: Blood & Rain is for you. For further details and application check out this Thread. Limited spots available. Read on for a sneak peak for Blood & Rain's opening scene.
[CLOSED - As of 3.30.25]
1 EXT. UNKNOWN ROAD - NIGHT
Its raining again. Peeking between the dark clouds the full moon glares. A young woman runs down the road with the silhouette of a church fading behind her. Blood, gore, and mud cakes her clothes. She's crying heavily while trying to get her breathing under control.
YOUNG WOMAN Oh god...I'm so sorry...
The young woman stops by one of the nearby trees and braces herself. She fumbles, still trying to settle her breath, reaching into the pocket of her ruined hoodie to pull out a burner phone. She dials a number before pressing the phone to her ear. It rings thrice before picking up. A tired old man answers.
ROOK (V.O. GROGGY) Who is this?
YOUNG WOMAN (TREMBLING) R-Rook...It's me, Leah.
ROOK (V.O. MORE AWAKE) Leah? What has happened? Where is-
YOUNG WOMAN (PANICKED) Dead. All of them! Oh my god...
ROOK (V.O. SERIOUS) Get a hold of yourself, girl. Tell me exactly what has happened-
Before the woman can speak, a chill runs up her spine. She turns her head looking across the other side of the road. Her eyes struggle to see in the dark. But something is there.
A misshapen but humanoid figure stands at the tree line, cloaked by shadows. Its eyes glisten like a cats. A grin far too wide for any normal human spread across what could be its face. The sight before it, pleases it.
The woman panics, not being able to finish her phone call. She drops the phone and continues running down the road.
I have a life beyond here that demands my attention among other things. This isnt a first come first serve game either, I want to pick the right players for the pack. Thats just how I’m doing it.
The pack, Luna's Pride, was not an ordinary pack of Garou—they were mythic warriors, one of the chosen few who truly were all that it was to be Gaia's chosen. They were a shield against corruption, protectors of the physical world and the Umbra, their mere presence holding the balance in check. Their names had meaning, their deeds were the material of which the Galliards sang their tales beneath the full moon, wars fought in flesh and soul, victories that would have secured their place among the greatest of their kind.
Now there is silence.
No howls resound in their land. No messengers arrive with their tidings. No vestige of Luna's Pride is left—save the whispers of spirits that will not tell what occurred, and a land that is already starting to descend into chaos. The territory that was once full of life has started to rot from the inside out, and the Gauntlet shudders as something moves in the dark.
And then the call comes. The desperate voice, raw and shaking, of one who presents herself as the sole surviving member of the defeated pack. She does not beg for help—she warns. Something has broken through the Gauntlet. Something powerful enough to wipe out an entire legendary pack. Now it falls to you and your packmates to fill the void they left behind. To reclaim the land, rebalance the scales, and dig up the truth that has lain buried beneath blood and shadow. The spirits will not assist you willingly, the land itself recoils, and every step you take forward will reveal another secret that was better left unsaid.
Yet as the mystery unravels, you may start to realize something horrific: you were always meant to be here. This quest was never yours to choose—it was charted for you, before you ever stepped foot in Luna's Pride's accursed borders. And now, as you stand on the brink of revelation, you must ask yourself: who's truly in charge? And when the final choice comes, it may seem the hardest decision you've ever made:
What, or who, will you sacrifice to stop the darkness? Or will you stand firm, knowing it may destroy you?
Welcome to -
Werewolf: The Apocalypse
Blood & Rain
Seeking Players Who - ✘ Enjoy deep roleplay, character driven roleplay, collaborative storytelling. ✘ Moral dilemmas and tough choices. ✘ Action, horror, mystery, and exploration in equal measure. ✘ Exploring the spiritual and supernatural side of Werewolf: The Apocalypse. ✘ Skill level – Literate to Advanced literate (no post length, but good quality writing + storytelling).
Notes: Based on the TTRPG – Werewolf: The Apocalypse, using the 5th edition mechanics with the World Of Darkness Solo Game rules for a Storyteller-less experience. Familiarity with the game is highly encouraged. Not accepting premade characters, characters will be made alongside “the pack”. Discord can/may be used to help organize lore, character sheets, etc (but not required). The game will be set in the Pacific North West, Washington State, near Coyote Falls, and Snoqualmie City. Travel between a small town and a city will occur. Any lore questions feel free to post below or in a private message.
[Applications Closed By 3.30.2025 - Players leave your experience with W5 and a character concept as an application. Any questions send to me directly or here. Not a first come first serve game.]
"A general and brief description of who the character is. Examples; private investigator trying to unravel their mystery, a college student attempting to blend into their previous life still or, an occult professor who dug too deep."
Applications Currently Closed - Thank you all for applying, more spots may be open in the future.
Callum Ironwood stepped from the treeline like a ghost from an old legend, his presence heavy with the weight of unspoken tales. The firelight caught the silver in his dark grey hair and beard, turning him into something timeless—a warrior etched by age but unbroken by it. His jacket, worn and scarred, spoke of countless battles fought and won, each mark a story he carried in silence.
He had been here before, many times over the years. Training young Garou wasn’t a job; it was a duty, a promise made to those who had mentored him long ago. Every cub he guided through their first uncertain steps into this life reminded him of the ones who hadn’t made it, their faces etched into his memory like shadows on a wall. But he couldn’t think about that now. Not here, not tonight.
In moments, the man was gone, replaced by a massive Tundra Wolf. His golden eyes gleamed like firelight in the dark, burning with a quiet, commanding intensity. He moved forward, silent and deliberate, each step heavy with purpose, the scars on his coat like echoes of old storms.
He see's Snapjaw came through the edge of the clearing, his figure outlined by the fire’s glow, and approaches. “Snapjaw,” he called, circling Snapjaw. Callum didn’t growl or snarl; his presence alone was enough to fill the space with tension, a quiet pressure that demanded acknowledgment. When he stopped, his golden eyes met Snapjaw’s, sharp as a blade cutting through fog. "Have you completed your hunt for tonight's meal?"
The words weren’t cruel, but they carried weight. Callum didn’t waste breath on empty platitudes. He believed in these cubs—every single one of them—but belief didn’t soften the edges of the world they were about to face. He knew what the Rite of Passage would demand of them. He knew it could break them. "You weren't just star gazing, were you?"
The cooking fires crackly softly in the evening air, its light flickering against those familiar faces that stood close by. Aly’s obnoxiously proud grin. Wild Rose’s aged but sharp gaze. Adesina’s nervous glances. The faces of a few I wouldn’t likely forget. That sketchbook of Aly’s gleamed in the glow, her attitude still countering my own. That weight in my chest still heavy. My patience wore thin enough, and I couldn’t stop myself from biting back. “Suneaters?” I reeled, my works cutting that moment of silence like a shard of ice. “Why would you think naming ourselves something that might offend an already offended Great Spirit?” The last of my cut potatoes were tossed roughly into the pot. Hot water splashing, scalding my rough hands. The feeling is lost to temper and maybe even fear. Considering how one of Helio’s gang members could have been the one cooking the stews- I wasn’t going to take my chances. “The only thing you’ll be best at is running aw-” I couldn’t finish my thought, as a clawed hand batted hard against the back of my head. Blood ran down the side of my head as claws took a small sliver out of my ear. Then her voice came. Commanding, steady, and sharp as her claws. Wild Rose.
“Enough.” The Mentor commands, tone cutting through the tension like the crack of a whip in the dark. In the light her salt-and-pepper hair glints in the firelight as she places herself between Jonathan and Aly, a hand on each of their shoulders. A dark shadow cast behind her, furthering her imposing presence and dominance. She was their teacher. And they best well remember that. “You know better to speak to your future pack mate that way. Not now, not ever.” She scolds Jonathan. Then turns to Aly. “Mind your words, Aly. Big talk can earn big enemy’s. Even if it is just a joke.” In a softer tone. It was obvious from time spent with the cubs, that for Aly words don’t always work. The Rite Of Passage would have to teach her those hard lessons. “Not all cubs make it through their Rite of Passage. Some of you might not come back from this. You’ve trained, yes, but the wild doesn’t care about training. The spirits won’t take pity on you. And if you can’t stand as one, if you can’t find strength in each other, you’ll fall alone. Remember that.” Wild Rose presses, giving each of the rowdy cubs a hard look. Remember this. She pulls her hand away after giving each a gentle squeeze. Wild Rose turns to Adesina, her tone shifting. “Adesina. Please watch over your brother and sister while I find SnapJaw. The night will be starting soon.”
For three months, the Sept of the Light Dancers had been their home. Nestled deep in Denali National Park, beneath the shadow of Mount Foraker, it was a place of harsh lessons and staggering beauty. The glacial lake at its heart shimmered with the whispers of spirits, and every step carried the weight of purpose.
Jonathan Skyes, Aly Evergreen, Adesina Hendi, and Dylan Archer arrived as individuals, strangers brought together by fate. Days of grueling training with mentors like Wild Rose and the Elders of the sept shaped them, teaching them the meaning of Garou life—strength, unity, and the balance between wolf and human. Nights spent camping under the stars forged their bond. Around the fire, they shared laughter, arguments, and quiet reflections, growing closer with every shared moment.
Now, the Rite of Passage awaited—a trial to strip away their doubts and transform them into a true pack. Beneath the vast Alaskan sky, their journey would truly begin. Together, they would face whatever awaited, their fates bound in the crucible of the wild.
Wild Rose turns her head from Jonathan and Aly to their third companion, still kneeling, her gaze sharp as ever, though it softened slightly when it landed on Adesina. “Adesina,” she said, her voice calm but firm, “I see you’ve found your way here. Good. Your brother and sister need another set of hands.”
She gestured toward the stew and the firewood. “Jonathan’s got his focus, but he can’t carry it all alone. And Aly’s got energy to burn, but she needs someone steady to help her channel it. You’re here now—make yourself useful.”
Rose let her eyes linger on the three for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without turning, she asked, “Where’s your wolf brother? I’ve not seen him recently.” Her tone was casual, but there was weight behind the question, a subtle thread of concern woven into her words.
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[quote][H2]“Walk boldly, for the sky sees your path even when you do not.”[/H2][/quote]
[u][b]About Me:[/b][/u]
Howdy, my name is Sky's Brand,
I’m based on the West Coast of the U.S., with over 15 years’ experience in writing and roleplaying. I’m drawn to storytelling that’s rich in complexity, using each story as a way to explore deeper questions. My influences are diverse, from *Werewolf: The Apocalypse* and motorcycle culture to the works of philosophers throughout history. To me, storytelling is a journey into themes like loyalty, survival, and identity.
My writing varies in length, but quality is always a priority. I enjoy making posts more immersive with music, visuals, and creative formats. Outside of writing, I’m a student of conservation, a recreational athlete, and an apprentice in construction, learning skills that keep me rooted in the real world.
[u][b]Favorite Characters to Write:[/b][/u]
TBA -
TBA -
TBA -
[u][b]Roleplay Preferences:[/b][/u]
[List]
[*]Tone: Deep, atmospheric, and character-focused, with space for both action and introspection.
[*]Themes: Survival, loyalty, mystery, personal growth, and the power of choice.
[*]Setting: World Of Darkness, Alt History, Urban Fantasy.
[*]Style: Literate - Adv. Literate, Multi paragraph, casual posting time.
[/list]
[u][b]Story Hooks I’d Love to Explore:[/b][/u]
[list]
[*]Rites of Passage: Trials and tests, from first transformations to harrowing spirit quests.
[*]Caern Defense: Defending sacred lands from human corruption, spirit enemies, or other supernatural threats.
[*]Personal Redemption: A Garou or Kinfolk’s journey toward inner peace and purpose against all odds.
[*]Brotherhood Trials: A character’s path from prospect to full patch, or the tests of loyalty that come with it.
[*]Outlaw Justice: Exploring the MC’s brand of rough justice and how far they’ll go to protect their own.
[*]MC and Supernatural World Clash: The club’s encounters with supernatural threats or allies, blending realism with a mystical twist.
[*]Lost in the Wild: A survival story where characters are stranded in an unforgiving wilderness and must find their way home.
[*]Guardian of the Land: Characters who protect sacred or mystical sites in nature from human threats.
[*]Seasonal Changes & Challenges: The beauty and danger of each season, from summer storms to winter survival, impacting the journey.
[/list]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/qK0YXqs.png" /><br><blockquote class="bb-quote"><div class="bb-h2">“Walk boldly, for the sky sees your path even when you do not.”</div></blockquote><br><br><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">About Me:</span></span><br><br>Howdy, my name is Sky's Brand,<br><br>I’m based on the West Coast of the U.S., with over 15 years’ experience in writing and roleplaying. I’m drawn to storytelling that’s rich in complexity, using each story as a way to explore deeper questions. My influences are diverse, from *Werewolf: The Apocalypse* and motorcycle culture to the works of philosophers throughout history. To me, storytelling is a journey into themes like loyalty, survival, and identity.<br><br>My writing varies in length, but quality is always a priority. I enjoy making posts more immersive with music, visuals, and creative formats. Outside of writing, I’m a student of conservation, a recreational athlete, and an apprentice in construction, learning skills that keep me rooted in the real world.<br><br><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">Favorite Characters to Write:</span></span><br><br>TBA - <br>TBA -<br>TBA -<br><br><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">Roleplay Preferences:</span></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Tone: Deep, atmospheric, and character-focused, with space for both action and introspection.</li><li>Themes: Survival, loyalty, mystery, personal growth, and the power of choice.</li><li>Setting: World Of Darkness, Alt History, Urban Fantasy.</li><li>Style: Literate - Adv. Literate, Multi paragraph, casual posting time.</li></ul><br><br><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">Story Hooks I’d Love to Explore:</span></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Rites of Passage: Trials and tests, from first transformations to harrowing spirit quests.</li><li>Caern Defense: Defending sacred lands from human corruption, spirit enemies, or other supernatural threats.</li><li>Personal Redemption: A Garou or Kinfolk’s journey toward inner peace and purpose against all odds.</li><li>Brotherhood Trials: A character’s path from prospect to full patch, or the tests of loyalty that come with it.</li><li>Outlaw Justice: Exploring the MC’s brand of rough justice and how far they’ll go to protect their own.</li><li>MC and Supernatural World Clash: The club’s encounters with supernatural threats or allies, blending realism with a mystical twist.</li><li>Lost in the Wild: A survival story where characters are stranded in an unforgiving wilderness and must find their way home.</li><li>Guardian of the Land: Characters who protect sacred or mystical sites in nature from human threats.</li><li>Seasonal Changes & Challenges: The beauty and danger of each season, from summer storms to winter survival, impacting the journey.</li></ul><br></div>
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