Like I said, I haven't completely decided. But I'm thinking they are going to be a wolf at least.
StarfrostedFox
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STATUS: I need to stop trying to get back into role-playing right before having a baby. I should know better by now. A lot better, but afraid to start new stories because I keep unintentionally ghosting. 14 days ago
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I need to stop trying to get back into role-playing right before having a baby. I should know better by now. A lot better, but afraid to start new stories because I keep unintentionally ghosting.
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2 yrs ago
Finally recovered from postpartum depression and ready to get back to being creative! My apologies to anyone I ghosted in my time of trial. I didn't understand what I was doing.
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5 yrs ago
Yay! I’m finally a mother! And no, I’m not biased. I know my son is the cutest! 💙
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"To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable." ~ John Milton
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All good things come to those that wait, pray, have patience, laugh, love, and are not afraid to dance.
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Well, you seem to have stumbled across my user profile. I'm assuming you're here for a reason? Perhaps looking for details on this user StarfrostedFox? ... You can just call me Autumn! C:
I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 15 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.
I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.
My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.
I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.
I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.
If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.
I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 15 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.
I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.
My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.
I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.
I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.
If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.
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i'm still debating on who exactly to use, going through a few of my old characters. Would you mind starting it if you're ready?
Awesome! Thank you for making the thread. I'm looking forward to getting to know your character. I'm not sure how you found me, so I don't know if you know that I'm blind. So I can't see your pictures, but that's okay
Distantly, a low rumble of thunder could be heard, high above the canopy of trees, signaling the beginning of another rainstorm for The forest of the Great Spirit. The electricity charging the air was enough to have the hairs on the back of the neck standing up uncomfortably, smaller animals seeking shelter in burrows and trees from the coming deluge. In a large cave set into the side of one of the mountains that was covered by this forest, four heads turned instinctively towards the sound, ears perked.
"More rain... That's the third storm this week." The figure at the foremost of the cave murmured, tilting his head back to sniff at the air. His name was Kichiro, and he was a young man, no older than seventeen, with a beautiful angular face, unique among humans. His eyes were dark and thoughtful, framed by his dark brown hair, this of which he brushed impatiently from his forehead.
At his immediate left, a huge white wolf, large as any horse, lifted her head from where it rested on her front paws to turn her golden eyes on the man. "Do not complain little brother. Rain is a good thing. It will water the seeds of the trees to bring our forest back."
"Yes." A second White female wolf chimed in, her voice an octave lower than the first, looking towards the front of the cave where her siblings sat by each other side. "Ranna is right. The rain is good for the trees. And perhaps it will make that damned dirt road the humans made flood and wash them all away."
A murmur of excitement at the idea ran through them, eyes brightening with the prospect. Behind them, laying on one of his sides, the largest wolf of all, easily twice the size of the others, released a deep rumble of laughter, his voice a baritone as he bared his fangs in a wicked grin. "Indeed my children. We will give the humans a reason to fear the rain. When they return with their food, we will attack. We will make them tremble at the idea of the Wolf Clan." Marron, The Wolf God, declared confidently, looking from Kichiro, The youngest and obviously adopted child of his family, too Ranna at his side, her bushy tail wiggling, and finally to Ichina, The most subdued of them all, though her eyes were still bright with the excitement of attacking the humans. He was so proud of his family, the furless and the four-legged alike. He couldn't see how their plan would fail.
"More rain... That's the third storm this week." The figure at the foremost of the cave murmured, tilting his head back to sniff at the air. His name was Kichiro, and he was a young man, no older than seventeen, with a beautiful angular face, unique among humans. His eyes were dark and thoughtful, framed by his dark brown hair, this of which he brushed impatiently from his forehead.
At his immediate left, a huge white wolf, large as any horse, lifted her head from where it rested on her front paws to turn her golden eyes on the man. "Do not complain little brother. Rain is a good thing. It will water the seeds of the trees to bring our forest back."
"Yes." A second White female wolf chimed in, her voice an octave lower than the first, looking towards the front of the cave where her siblings sat by each other side. "Ranna is right. The rain is good for the trees. And perhaps it will make that damned dirt road the humans made flood and wash them all away."
A murmur of excitement at the idea ran through them, eyes brightening with the prospect. Behind them, laying on one of his sides, the largest wolf of all, easily twice the size of the others, released a deep rumble of laughter, his voice a baritone as he bared his fangs in a wicked grin. "Indeed my children. We will give the humans a reason to fear the rain. When they return with their food, we will attack. We will make them tremble at the idea of the Wolf Clan." Marron, The Wolf God, declared confidently, looking from Kichiro, The youngest and obviously adopted child of his family, too Ranna at his side, her bushy tail wiggling, and finally to Ichina, The most subdued of them all, though her eyes were still bright with the excitement of attacking the humans. He was so proud of his family, the furless and the four-legged alike. He couldn't see how their plan would fail.
Another bump~
I added several new plots! I am looking for a minimum of one new partner to a maximum of two. I don't like turning anyone down, but I'm going to say first come first serve and give this a bump.
He wasn't waiting long before the new message popped up on his screen, cheerful as always. Zachary began to type almost instantly, another grin spreading across his face. As was so easily his habit when he was chatting with Isabella, as his alter ego Payton, he was more open and forthcoming with his answers, sticking to the truth.
Honestly? Not really. It's school after all. But hey, I'll get to see my friends! That's got to count for something. He sent, his smile momentarily interrupted by a brief grimace at the thought of having to do homework again. His mother had insisted on his taking advanced classes, which almost guaranteed homework even on the first day. What a drag...
what about you? Taking any cool classes?
Tapping out the beat of the music on the edge of his glass topped desk for a moment, Zack then bent down to scoop up his backpack, unzipping The main pocket and shuffling through the contents to check that he had all his things together. There wasn't much, but he hadn't gotten his load of textbooks after all. After a moment of thought, he tossed in another notebook as a precaution. His calculus teacher, Mrs. Clapp, Was one of those teachers he suspected would be handing out a workload, first day or not.
Honestly? Not really. It's school after all. But hey, I'll get to see my friends! That's got to count for something. He sent, his smile momentarily interrupted by a brief grimace at the thought of having to do homework again. His mother had insisted on his taking advanced classes, which almost guaranteed homework even on the first day. What a drag...
what about you? Taking any cool classes?
Tapping out the beat of the music on the edge of his glass topped desk for a moment, Zack then bent down to scoop up his backpack, unzipping The main pocket and shuffling through the contents to check that he had all his things together. There wasn't much, but he hadn't gotten his load of textbooks after all. After a moment of thought, he tossed in another notebook as a precaution. His calculus teacher, Mrs. Clapp, Was one of those teachers he suspected would be handing out a workload, first day or not.
No...I personally don't like that for his reasoning. But I will think on it.
Finally got my post up! Hoorah!
Sounds like you been busy. I'm glad my taking a little bit longer than was alright though. What are you going to school for? I should have replied to this sooner, so I could have wished you luck on your finals. Better late than never I guess. So, good luck!
We are very similar in our tastes. At least, the genres make me think so. I haven't gone through any of the series you mentioned, but I might have to put them on my list of eventual books to look into. I think I may have the first game of thrones novel... I'll have to double check.
Sounds like you been busy. I'm glad my taking a little bit longer than was alright though. What are you going to school for? I should have replied to this sooner, so I could have wished you luck on your finals. Better late than never I guess. So, good luck!
We are very similar in our tastes. At least, the genres make me think so. I haven't gone through any of the series you mentioned, but I might have to put them on my list of eventual books to look into. I think I may have the first game of thrones novel... I'll have to double check.
Kaylia wasn't one for screaming. And perhaps that was a good thing, especially when the voice spoke unexpectedly out of the darkness behind her. Her heart leapt, her stomach muscles contracted with panic, and she dropped the brush from her hand as she world around to face the speaker, her now free hand flying to the hilt of her sword as she did so, but not so much as a whimper escaped her lips. She stared for a long moment at the stranger looking at her from over her fire, and scrutinized him briefly with a swift pass of her eyes, before his words finally seemed to penetrate her sudden and inexplicable panic. Glancing quickly down at the dancing flames automatically, she forcefully pushed back her irrational fears and worked her mouth into a small smile that quirked The corners of her lips. For she more naturally reacted with friendliness towards others, not paranoia or fear. There was no need to jump down someone's throat just because they surprised her...
"Well," she managed to laugh, "you gave me quite the scare." Quickly retrieving the fallen brush, Kaylia straightened with an unconscious step backwards, Storm's flank consequently bumping into her shoulder.
The stallion snorted once, finally lifting his head from his bit of grazing to swivel it around to peer curiously at the newcomers, sizing up any possible threat. Reaching up to cup her hand against one of her horse's cheeks, Kay followed his gaze to the animal that had stepped into the clearing at the man's side, noticing it for the first time and unable to help the nervous flutter in her stomach at the sight. Wolves, after all, were not something any livestock handler liked to see. But the creature made no move towards her or her horse, as if it was no more than a trained dog following its master. Perhaps, that was exactly what the canine was,a companion to the Hunter. Turning her green eyes back up to the human, she adopted another timid smile.
"Was there something I can help you with traveler?" She asked helpfully, deciding to continue the conversation on a more friendly note. "Perhaps I can offer you a bit of food? I was just about to start some soup..."
"Well," she managed to laugh, "you gave me quite the scare." Quickly retrieving the fallen brush, Kaylia straightened with an unconscious step backwards, Storm's flank consequently bumping into her shoulder.
The stallion snorted once, finally lifting his head from his bit of grazing to swivel it around to peer curiously at the newcomers, sizing up any possible threat. Reaching up to cup her hand against one of her horse's cheeks, Kay followed his gaze to the animal that had stepped into the clearing at the man's side, noticing it for the first time and unable to help the nervous flutter in her stomach at the sight. Wolves, after all, were not something any livestock handler liked to see. But the creature made no move towards her or her horse, as if it was no more than a trained dog following its master. Perhaps, that was exactly what the canine was,a companion to the Hunter. Turning her green eyes back up to the human, she adopted another timid smile.
"Was there something I can help you with traveler?" She asked helpfully, deciding to continue the conversation on a more friendly note. "Perhaps I can offer you a bit of food? I was just about to start some soup..."
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