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Here There Be Monsters (Survival Horror)

Well at least he told us XD

Starting Over - OOC & Profiles

“I…” Quickly, she snatched the coat from him and took off towards her store. Dakeyras was surprised by her sudden reaction. Did he do something wrong. His mind just couldn’t wrap itself around the incident. All he did was turn into a wolf, and what was wrong about that. He spent most of his days in his wolf form. To him it was weird to be human. Maybe it was something he said. Or the kiss that could be it. But he didn’t mean no harm by it. AS she strode away a sudden pain hit him through his body. His spine hurt like it was being burnt. He tried to call after her, but the pain was unbearable. He slumped to the ground. He didn’t understand this. His whole life he listened to his instincts, those came from his spine, he always protected it, more than anything else. Why the pain then. Slowly he slouched down to lie on the ground.

Dakeyras lay on the ground, keeping back the whimpers forming in his throat. Slowly the pain eased itself. And as it eased Dakeyras stood up. He stretched himself. It was better now but something is definitely wrong. As he was trying to think about it, suddenly a wolf rushed by him. In a moment he knew it was Kiara, for such a beautiful smell can only be carried by her. In an instant he trotted after her. As she ran, it was clear she was not used to her wolf form. Though she did ran naturally there was missing a hint of elegance. Something only those who stayed as wolfs for a long time had. In few moments he passed by her, but the scent faded and also the run became more gloomy and grey. Dakeyras slowed down and allowed her to lead the way, though she had no idea where she was supposed to go, but the way she ran it seemed that she didn’t mind. As he was running behind her, he started to get drunk on her scent. He followed her every step. AS they ran he unintentionally began to look at her build. ‘Wow that’s a nice body and look at those hips and ass. And the awesome fluffy tail.’ These thoughts began to occupy his mind. Though he hid it, he was staring at her posture and it seemed more beautiful than anything else. He was under a spell and at this moment he was so contempt that if someone would kill him he wouldn’t mind.

Starting Over - OOC & Profiles

Yeah this rp does look like a bounch of cow-sons and pigg-bedder, but i like it XD

Here There Be Monsters (Survival Horror)

Serbitar was the first to come to the metal doors. His “lair”, as he put it, was the closest. As he came he simply sat down and leaned on to the wall next to the doors. People started to gather one by one. Mostly they came in silence. Some came, said hello and started to mind their own business. Serbitar began to think of his past, he knew everyone yet no one ever knew him. To others he was a weirdo, something to stay away from. He wandered if it will be the same inside. For the first time in a long time he put down his hood and unwrapped his, snow white hair, from his neck. Letting them flow free, he held some in front of his face. They were truly crystal snow white. For the first time he admired them and felt happy he had them. For the most part of his life he hid them, wished that they were of normal colour. He didn’t know why the sudden change. Maybe it was because he accepted to either succeed or die, strangely he realised that at this moment he was contempt with himself and his life. The feeling was foreign, yet soothing, and Serbitar knew what he had to do to keep it.

Slowly he stood up as another person came, and for the difference of others he spoke more, and was the only one who invited everyone to meet each other as friends. Stretching himself Serbitar ignored him. His hair was hanging down straight. The ends stopped just below his (awesome) ass. Slowly he grabbed the hair and started to wrap it around his neck. Once done he again put on the hood, and waited to see if anyone was still to come or, will they be sent on their path.

Here There Be Monsters (Survival Horror)

well fuck it shit happens XD

Venastia - The Arcane Coalition

how about pig-bedders?
i like that name
got 4 more like that XD

Rites of Passage

Argurios slowly walked through the town. His bow was strapped to his back, quiver of arrows on his belt. In his hand, was his father’s sling, a stone in the socket. In his left hand he held a couple of large round stones. Although the bow was a good weapon, the bow Argurios made was of quality not worth mentioning. Also Argurioss skill with a bow was nothing compared to his skill with a sling. He felt safer with his father sling in his hand. For some reason he could feel like the spirit of his father was within him, in his slinging hand.

Slowly he became more aware of the growing hunger in his belly. At first he tried to ignore it, but then he remembered his father’s word. “Hunger and sleep. Those two are the most important things to any man. Your energy comes from the food you eat and the hours you rest. If there’s a need for either of them, try to fill it as soon as possible.” Argurios nodded in agreement of his father’s words. He looked around. Slowly he moved to the first doors he found. Silently he sneaks in. The house was strange and alien to him, but it didn’t took him long to find some food. He took a sack and filled it with dried meat, cheese and oats. Knotting the sack to his side, he took an apple and began to eat it.

Again, slowly he moved outside. In the distance he could see small faint light coming from one of the houses. ‘Maybe that’s where everyone is’ He thought to himself. He began walking towards it, though he did quicken the pace, he was still careful and ready to kill anything that seemed weird. Moment later he heard aloud slam from the direction he was heading in. Fear gripped him, maybe one of the villagers was in need of help. Beginning to spin the sling, he trotted towards the house. AS he came close he thought he saw someone move to his right, but Argurios didn’t care, he was couple of feet away from the door. Throwing himself forward, he hit the doors, but because the doors were well built he just crashed into them and slumped down in front of them. “Agh! Dammit, that was a stupid idea.” He cursed aloud. Again he quickly stood up, opened the doors and entered. In his right hand was his sling, but the am was dangling like dead meat. With his left hand he was holding his right shoulder.

Rites of Passage

Argurios slowly walked through the town. His bow was strapped to his back, quiver of arrows on his belt. In his hand, was his father’s sling, a stone in the socket. In his left hand he held a couple of large round stones. Although the bow was a good weapon, the bow Argurios made was of quality not worth mentioning. Also Argurioss skill with a bow was nothing compared to his skill with a sling. He felt safer with his father sling in his hand. For some reason he could feel like the spirit of his father was within him, in his slinging hand.

Slowly he became more aware of the growing hunger in his belly. At first he tried to ignore it, but then he remembered his father’s word. “Hunger and sleep. Those two are the most important things to any man. Your energy comes from the food you eat and the hours you rest. If there’s a need for either of them, try to fill it as soon as possible.” Argurios nodded in agreement of his father’s words. He looked around. Slowly he moved to the first doors he found. Silently he sneaks in. The house was strange and alien to him, but it didn’t took him long to find some food. He took a sack and filled it with dried meat, cheese and oats. Knotting the sack to his side, he took an apple and began to eat it.

Again, slowly he moved outside. In the distance he could see small faint light coming from one of the houses. ‘Maybe that’s where everyone is’ He thought to himself. He began walking towards it, though he did quicken the pace, he was still careful and ready to kill anything that seemed weird. Moment later he heard aloud slam from the direction he was heading in. Fear gripped him, maybe one of the villagers was in need of help. Beginning to spin the sling, he trotted towards the house. AS he came close he thought he saw someone move to his right, but Argurios didn’t care, he was couple of feet away from the door. Throwing himself forward, he hit the doors, but because the doors were well built he just crashed into them and slumped down in front of them. “Agh! Dammit, that was a stupid idea.” He cursed aloud. Again he quickly stood up, opened the doors and entered. In his right hand was his sling, but the am was dangling like dead meat. With his left hand he was holding his right shoulder.

Here There Be Monsters (Survival Horror)

MrShoe said
Posted. Can't wait to get to the carnage in the sewers.

can relate to that

Starting Over - OOC & Profiles

My unicorn is still the best XD