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Ellos.
I'm Stitchblades,
i am Mid casual role player that has a deep love for fantasy, Si-fi
I'm Stitchblades,
i am Mid casual role player that has a deep love for fantasy, Si-fi
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I'm in the process of making sure the OOC is ready to post i'll put a link here asap :)
i'd rather not have to Force the story on, doesn't feel natural if that happens
Bjomolf still stood with the boy on his shoulders, He wouldn't lie he was scared shitless, but rather him than a wee boy that's not even old enough to know whats going on,
The names drawn one by one, First the girls and then the boys, as the names was drawn out there was mostly little ones getting called up..all scared to death, well who could blame them. within 24 hours they would be dragon feed. However He he did notice a few stronger looking people, i would stake his place that they would be the few that the dragons took under their wing, but for what purpose he didn't know.
His train of thought was interrupted as he felt hundreds of eyes, looking at him and the little boy on his shoulders crying again, he thought at first that it was the boys name that had been called but as he put the boy down he looked up at him with teary eyes "I'm sorry" the boy said and with that the boy fell to the ground sobbing, then it hit Bjomolf. His name had been called,
After the initial shock, He gathered himself n started to walk to the front. He was determined to show the dragons that not everyone one was scared of them. He knew that if he wasn't careful that he could spark tensions but this process had gone on to long, someone had to make a stand..he would if he could. but not here not yet, their time will come he thought.
As he reached the queen he took a long bow and got inline, now closer to some guards he was certain that they was either under a spell or something worse.
The names drawn one by one, First the girls and then the boys, as the names was drawn out there was mostly little ones getting called up..all scared to death, well who could blame them. within 24 hours they would be dragon feed. However He he did notice a few stronger looking people, i would stake his place that they would be the few that the dragons took under their wing, but for what purpose he didn't know.
His train of thought was interrupted as he felt hundreds of eyes, looking at him and the little boy on his shoulders crying again, he thought at first that it was the boys name that had been called but as he put the boy down he looked up at him with teary eyes "I'm sorry" the boy said and with that the boy fell to the ground sobbing, then it hit Bjomolf. His name had been called,
After the initial shock, He gathered himself n started to walk to the front. He was determined to show the dragons that not everyone one was scared of them. He knew that if he wasn't careful that he could spark tensions but this process had gone on to long, someone had to make a stand..he would if he could. but not here not yet, their time will come he thought.
As he reached the queen he took a long bow and got inline, now closer to some guards he was certain that they was either under a spell or something worse.
Awesome!! :) going to wait for a few more to reply to this and then i will post the OOC
Bump?
My grass isn't green...
My sky isn't blue...
The river runs dry...
My flower has died...
This isn't my home
He lowered his nose to the crisp blanket of snow at his feet, his piercing sky blue eyes scanning the empty white landscape before him. His ears twitched as a bitter wind parted the thick gold pelt on his back, causing an involuntary shiver to pass through the young wolf. He’d been lucky enough to catch a meal the day before in this desolate place, but his hopes of finding one today were slowly slipping away. With a small growl of annoyance he trailed forward, dragging his paws through the inch thick snow and moving further into the wintry land before him with no idea where he was going, he didn't even know where he was or how far he was from the Homeland. He looked back over his shoulder, One of his ears flicking forward as he studied the path he had left in the snow behind him. “Do not look back brother” The voice made him look back in the direction he was going. All he could see of his brother was his crystal blue eyes which were staring at him expectantly. “We can't just abandon it” He replied, padding forward through the snow. “We have no choice, we have lost that battle” Came the response from his brother. “But the war is far from over...”
So this wolf rp is going to be about a pack that lost their territory and seeks refuge with a pack that they are not 100% on good terms with but its their only hope.
Will they help? Will they lose hope? or will they return home.
join and find out!
ran by Stitchblades & FaithsRose
My sky isn't blue...
The river runs dry...
My flower has died...
This isn't my home
He lowered his nose to the crisp blanket of snow at his feet, his piercing sky blue eyes scanning the empty white landscape before him. His ears twitched as a bitter wind parted the thick gold pelt on his back, causing an involuntary shiver to pass through the young wolf. He’d been lucky enough to catch a meal the day before in this desolate place, but his hopes of finding one today were slowly slipping away. With a small growl of annoyance he trailed forward, dragging his paws through the inch thick snow and moving further into the wintry land before him with no idea where he was going, he didn't even know where he was or how far he was from the Homeland. He looked back over his shoulder, One of his ears flicking forward as he studied the path he had left in the snow behind him. “Do not look back brother” The voice made him look back in the direction he was going. All he could see of his brother was his crystal blue eyes which were staring at him expectantly. “We can't just abandon it” He replied, padding forward through the snow. “We have no choice, we have lost that battle” Came the response from his brother. “But the war is far from over...”
So this wolf rp is going to be about a pack that lost their territory and seeks refuge with a pack that they are not 100% on good terms with but its their only hope.
Will they help? Will they lose hope? or will they return home.
join and find out!
ran by Stitchblades & FaithsRose
same >.< i'll give it till wednesday n i'll pm everyone
i hope its not dead >.<
Hey guys, i'm going to have to back out v-v somethings at college need my full attention n i have no time to rp :c have fun though!
Adrian had been working the Forge like he does every night, He liked to make sure everyones gear was ready for tomorrows training, He enjoyed the roar of the fire on a hot forge almost as he enjoys a woman's company, As the night drew on Adrian hammered away bending shaping and heating metal to his will. Though he could not make fire or control it, he could for some reason make it hotter than most men and half bloods, this often lead to the metal work being higher quality less brittle and more reliable.
As you would expect over the crackling of the forge and his hammering Adrian couldn't hear much, But he happened to look up to see That Boy who often broke curfew to wander at night, well not exactly he just saw a spot that seemed to be darker than everything else in the forest...a void. Without warning this void of darkness scarpered into the forest in the direction of the Forest beyond the camp. He picked up his blacksmith hammer, that required two hands to hold and swing with and ran after the void.
Though he wasn't much in the way of a fighter Adrian knew how to use his hammer so once He reached the warehouse he charged into a large room full of mist and darkness..this made him uncomfortable, he hated not seeing things and the sobs and cries of pain that echoed through the building sent a chill up his spine, tightening his grip on his hammer Adrian ventured in and ended up tripping up on something, due to the mist and darkness he couldn't see what, "Oh bloody hell what was that?" he yelled
As you would expect over the crackling of the forge and his hammering Adrian couldn't hear much, But he happened to look up to see That Boy who often broke curfew to wander at night, well not exactly he just saw a spot that seemed to be darker than everything else in the forest...a void. Without warning this void of darkness scarpered into the forest in the direction of the Forest beyond the camp. He picked up his blacksmith hammer, that required two hands to hold and swing with and ran after the void.
Though he wasn't much in the way of a fighter Adrian knew how to use his hammer so once He reached the warehouse he charged into a large room full of mist and darkness..this made him uncomfortable, he hated not seeing things and the sobs and cries of pain that echoed through the building sent a chill up his spine, tightening his grip on his hammer Adrian ventured in and ended up tripping up on something, due to the mist and darkness he couldn't see what, "Oh bloody hell what was that?" he yelled
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