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Tessa is one of two currently active members. Since she made a character post and a regular rp post. She has been chosen for MOTM. Also gongrats on becoming our first mod! She knows about coding and is willing to learn and work. By being chosen she has recieved 100 credits.
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Solstice is a maned wolf. So far she is one of a kind. Maned wolves are the most bizzare of wolfs. They look half fox half wolf. Solstice is Earth Clan's Med. Wolf. She will be recieving her propor warrior name soon. I can't wait to see how she will turn out! Tessa you will get 100 credits for winning WOTM.
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No one seems resposible... « Thread Started on Dec 20, 2008, 10:32pm »
It's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone EXPENDABLE Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all
Crunch.
It was the only sound that was heard by him,the only one that was made by him rather.The sound of it reflected against the morning sounding as loud as a earthquake,although it could have only been slightly louder than an ant's step's.Fakestar's aud's paid far to much attention to sounds than they should have,liking to make every sound five times more important than it needs to be.Perhaps that was a good thing as he had never had gotten in any trouble from not hearing what was approaching.
Anyways,he cringed slightly at this noise and relaxed slightly realizing that no one heard.It must've looked somewhat quirky,or weird,to a viewer that a Wolf was doing such a thing.It was one of his few quirks;or one of his many he thought.Fakestar had such low self-esteem.Oh he never voiced it or anything,but the way he reacted,hesitating before doing something new or not,showed.
Fake was a handsome Arctic Wolf with a pelt of off white.Or dirty white as he called it.Wolf was big,for a dog and for his breed. Perhaps as big as a pony? He was strong as he rarely stayed in one place for a while,in case some one called on one of his faults and went against him.It was that fact that made it weird that he joined a pack,leading one as well.
Next Contestant,Yanking Out My Heart,Lovingly Tender,Control, Militia,Rouge,Santos
The names ran through his head with a wave of guilt.Contestant, the kind but strict leader,Heart the loyal warrior,Love the mother figure, Control the military leader,Militia the fearless purebred,Rouge the peppy young pup,Santos the open minded mutt. He had left them all.Fake the betrayer.He had often thought of returning to them,but after all that heart break?That was only one of the reasons though,the one that prevented him the most was the fear that he wasn't missed at all and that they had already forgotten him.And the fact that he now had his own clan to lead.
Wolf sighed ever so softly and began to carefully walk forward. His cranium was held low,his tail held down. His pelt was somewhat mangled and he truely looked like a street dog now.He was the leader but he didn't feel like one.
Nose smelt the vixen .She smelt like young innocence yet guilty of some crime.Which is quite contradictory but she did.She was innocent yet called herself guilty.Same as him except for the fact that he really was guilty.
Fakestar had never know how to talk to females.Some liked it when you introduced yourself and asked their name,or just your name,or just a simple hello.Some preferred that you don't talk to them at all. Females were so d**n complicated. A vixen he had heard of had said for a brute to go away when he was on free land and he had every right to be there.The bad part was that she was thinking that brute's are so pushy and possessive.Hypocrite.Not all of the female sex are like that as are not of the male.Some just give a bad reputation to the rest of us.
He stood tall again,fixing himself.He gave himself a dominant look and raised his head and tail.Stepping forward,going to meet the wolf who lurked ahead.
Farewell is a word, So simple, so dour Saying what started but did not endure. Farewell is a feeling of something that’s gone Farewell is a memory that stays for too long Farewell is everything that’s been left unsaid Farewell is the greeting of someone who’s dead.
Scars of anarchy, Body of souls, Mind of the Warrior, Spirit of the Wolf. ~ Sacred Moon
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Re: No one seems resposible... « Reply #1 on Dec 21, 2008, 12:26am »
Nazi sighed. So far her life meant nothing. Nothing to look foward to. Nothing to look back on.
The future appeared bleak. The past seemed non important. The present was just. Just, she didn't even want to think about it.
For now she is just aimlessly wandering. Before long Nazi had stumbled unto a land. Just the last thing she wanted. Was to cross onto anothers territory uninvited.
Suddenly her sense perked. Her auds pin pointed a distant, but an all way to familiar sound. The sound came from a wolf. And worst of all a male.
Her heart sank. Fear overwhelmed her as the scent grew stronger. At once her paws froze to the ground where she stood. Nazi's mind was deciding between wether to flee now or to try to tough it out.
If she ran away. She could spend a lonely life forever. Or the male could track her down and finish her off. If she stayed to face him. He could take it as a challenge to his position and rip her to shreds.
Which ever way she decided. There are conciquences. This was a true canondrum. The fea's heart was pumping at an increasing rate. She was fearful.
Her finely tuned auds detected the slight noise made by the males advance. Nazi knew he was coming. She had to make her mind up now. Nazi kept switching from one to another.
She had taken to long to make up her mind. It was to late now. The male was coming and she was staying. What ever happened now was in the hands of fate.
Nazi stood her ground awaiting the Alpha to approach her. Hopefully things will go smoothly. Other wise.... She stopped, she did not even want to think about it. The female took in a deep breath, trying to calm down to stand the best chance of survival in this situation.
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