I legit want someone to read @Raging Ghost’s status below (the one with all the profanity) aloud in a Scottish accent and upload an audio file of it on here. Do it! Someone do it I dare you.
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Happy Thanksgiving
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So has anyone else ever spent several hours on an RP, reviewed it, posted it, and then thought “This is garbage.”?
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Once my drawing and sketching abilities improve a little more, I intend to start incorporating my own art into future RP’s of mine.
Not any direct questions, I’m curious to see some more of the political and societal aspects to the wolves, such as how they select new leaders, what kind of hierarchical structure do the individual packs have, are they separated into smaller packs within a larger kingdom, such as multiple packs of black wolves and multiple packs of timberwolves or are they just two large packs? Do the wolves have codes of honor, akin to the warrior’s code from the Warriors books? The religious compenents are curious too, such as the differential between the black wolves anscestors, and the timberwolves worship of Mother Nature.
The Black Wolves political structure is very basic. Each pack is lead by a single leader, and all packs and their leaders are ruled over by the Kin Master. Black Wolf pack leaders are chosen by trials of combat. Every full moon, those wishing to be pack leader must have the support of at least half the pack to issue the challenge, else it can be ignored by the current leader. Kin Master’s can be challenged once at the first of every year, with the support of over half the pack leaders present. Or else it can be ignored. During the untimely death of a Kin Master, two pack leaders are voted on. The two must then duel to the death, the winner is the new Kin Master of the Black Wolves.
Timberwolf politics are different. Pack leaders are based on blood-lines and succession, each Timberwolf pack has a leader and an heir. Heirs are nearly always the eldest pup of the pack leader. Next in line beneath all of their pups is their immediate relatives. Challenges can still be issued however, but practically the entire pack must support the challenger, or else this is seen as treason against the current ruling bloodline. Timberwolf packs have no absolute leader or overload. Each pack instead have always more or less respected their own territories. The Timberwolf pack leaders all meet together every full moon and have a “monthly council” per say.
So, it has been inspired to me to create a group Roleplay based from Warrior Cats. However, instead of cats, this RP will be about wolves. It will tell the story of two separate “nations” of wolves and their struggle to survive as food becomes scarce and intruding parties (other predatory animals) begin to encroach upon their lands. As the direness grows, the two separate wolf nations will be faced with war, amongst both themselves as well as intruders. This RP will explore elements from Warrior Cats such as war, persecution, politics, religion, undying love, and new life.
Firstly, the two separate wolf nations are the Timberwolves and the Black Wolves. The Timberwolves are a large nation of wolves of diverse genus's and coats. The Black Wolves are literally a nation of all solid black wolves. The Timberwolves are firm, docile, and calm at heart. The Black Wolves are aggressive, fierce, and short of temper with strong personalities. They are also effectively xenophobes as they view all other canine species as inferior to wolves. They are view the Timberwolves as weak and knock-kneed, believing that a true wolf is fiery at heart and mind and lives to hunt and fight. The Black Wolves at one point were in a war of persecution with the coyotes of their land, and slaughtered those who did not flee. Many coyotes fled to the Southern Plains or into Evershade, the homeland of the Timberwolves. The Black Wolves have also warred with the Dingoes in the past over food sources, and briefly with the bears years ago.
The Timberwolves are totally unlike the Black Wolves. They are accepting of the existence of other canines and are more serene in nature, hunting only for food and not sport like the Black Wolves, and honoring Mother Nature, the creator of all.
I feel that for now that is enough information. I will add more later as a potential following of those interested builds. Below, you can see an unfinished version of the map I’m sketching up for the RP.
ADDITIONAL LORE
Timberwolves-A gentle, passive breed of wolfkind. The Timberwolves are unified in their respect for the land, Mother Nature, and are understanding of the circle of life. They choose unity over segregation and hatred. They hunt for food and survival, and appreciate their prey as s necessity for their own existence. They make their home in the wooded forest of Evershade as they have come to call it.
Black Wolves-The Black Wolves are unified by their coats of black, their xenophobic disdain for “lesser” canines, and their lust for blood and fighting. They effectively worship the spirits of their ancestors over a supreme deity like Mother Nature. They hunt for sport and kill for amusement, and see the land they walk as their’s for the taking. Years ago they mass committed a kind of “ethnic cleansing” of the Coyotes in their territory, slaughtering them to a minor fraction. The few coyotes who survived what they call the “Night of Slaughter” fled to Evershade or the Southern Plains, becoming intergrated with the Timberwolves and Dingoes.
Coyotes-The Coyotes are nigh on extinct, having been murdered in mass eight years ago on the dreadful “Night of Slaughter”, driven from the Black Lands. Since then, those that have survived live in secluded dens within Evershade and the South Plains, more or less accepted into the graces of the Timberwolves and Dingoes. The Coyotes hunt only in sturdy packs and refuse to travel alone or allow their young to do the same. Like the Timberwolves, they are reverent of nature and hunt only for basic survival. They carry a burning hatred for the Black Wolves.
The foyer, as eery and unwelcome as the rest of the apparent mansion. It was lit by a single candle lighting which hung above. The fireplace was cold and barren, and at the moment not a sound could be heard still. There was a sort of book room nearby, not large enough to be called a library.
It was then the weeping began. The only sound to be heard, it was easy to pinpoint. It came from the small book room nearby. It was the sound of a young lady crying woefully, not bawling nor screaming, but a simple whimpering cry. She was just inside of the bookroom, yet to be seen by Delilah. A slender young lady of a frail build down on her knees. She was knelt in the middle of the small room, between the two towering book shelves on either side of her and the small wooden desk and chair that sat in front of her. She wore a ragged black night gown that hung the distance to her feet. She had long brunette hair that hung freely down her back. Her pale hands were cupped over her face as she knelt and cried softly, sniffling lightly between sobs.
The hallway that stretched before Delilah was very dimly lit. The floor was covered with a black and ivory patterned carpet that stretched down the length of the hall. The walls and ceiling were painted a creamy light brown color, and were lined with bronze candlestick holders, each two feet apart. The halls’ weak lighting in fact was coming from the white candles which were perched inside the bronze holders. Small yellow flame leapt from their wicks in a futile effort to enlighten the brooding hall.
Further down at the hall’s end was a brown door, barely visible in the poorly lit hallway. Just to the right was another closed brown door, and to the left a staircase could be viewed, it’s railing just several feet to the left. The hallway walls were also hung with paintings. Every two feet of space between the candleholders was hung with a different painting.
A screaming face wrapped tightly in barbed wire, a skull with nails driven through it all around, two bloody nails crossed like a crucifix, a depiction of what appeared to be the world engulfed in angry red flame, a blonde-haired boy holding a bloody sword and smiling cruelly. Each painting was more morbid than the last.
The room was quiet, as was outside of the open door. There wasn’t a sound to be heard, not even outside. No crickets, birds, or whistling of the wind, nothing. Of course silence did not always mean serene. What happened next was proof of that.
It was just next to the left of the doorway, along the bare wall that it would appear. It seemed to be oozing from within the wall, yet there were no openings, cracks, or breaks for it to come. Yet there it was, in what appeared to be blood, a dark crimson liquid that poured messily down the length of the middle of the wall. And then there were letters, the pattern of the oozing red liquid had spelled something along the wall.
HERE COMES THE MONSTER, UNDER YOUR BED, IN YOUR CLOSET, IN YOUR HEAD.
There was then a shattering of glass, the lightbulb in the lamp near the bed had burst apart. Delilah was now once more alone in the dark, though not total darkness. There was just enough light to still see the foreboding, bloody message on the wall. The red liquid still continued to ooze, pouring down onto the floor, puddling along the base of the wall. The message remained clear and legible still.
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