So here we go! What I'm going to do is post a couple of random Rp starters. They are literately starts to rps. If you find one that your interested, Pm me with your next post, and we go on from there. No Character Sheets, no 'Heya! I'm interested!' Just go ahead and post your reply to me and we'll keep goin with it! (I've always wanted to try this). Couple quick things before you start reading: .
Pm, no forums. I kind of lose those like socks I tell ya
Please try to post once a day. I shall try to do the same
Grammar! I am not a grammar nazi, but periods and commas are wonderful. Saying 'I like eatting cats kids and that boy next door' means something completely different if you dont put in commas.
Please do not take over my characters. Side characters are fine, but my main character is mine. Just like how yours is yours.
Communication is key! If your going to be gone for a while, let me know. I shall do the same.
All my characters will be male. You can be male or female, I careith not. I do MxM or MxF. Just not FxF
He stood there at the top of the building, his red eyes looking down below. It was time. Time for him to finally go hunting. How long has it been sense he had been to the city? to see the humans as they wondered around their streets, not knowing about the predator who looked upon them as if they were nothing more then food. He smirked as he ran his tongue over one of his fangs, tasting a jolt of his own blood.
He jumped down into an ally, his long black hair trailing behind him in its low tail, his black trench bellowing around him like a cape. He landed easily, his booted feet not making a single sound. A stray cat darted out from behind a trash can, hissing at him before running off, knowing that he was much more fearsome then it was. He couldn't help a small chuckle as it escaped his lips. Now, who shall be his dinner for this night? Already he was leaving the ally, knowing that some humans had already stopped to look at him.
He had an otherworldly beauty to him, one that would make woman stop and stare, wondering how to get with him, and some men wondering if he was a threat, or, with some, if he was available. No matter, one of them would come to him, even as he walked away from that ally. And then he would feed. All he had to do was wait.
Running. Oh how he loved the feel of the leaves as they crunched under his paws. The feel of the wind on his muzzle as he darted though the woods. It felt like freedom. As if he could continue on without a care in the world. The moon beamed down on his silver fur, reminding him that in a few days, the moon would be full. Most would long for that night, knowing their urges to be with their mates would be strong. Being one without, he could care less. He knew the others of the clan would care though. Wanted him to find his mate soon so he could begin with the heirs. But he had no urge to find one yet.
He stopped at the creek, his breaths short before he bent down to lap up some of the chilled water. Winter was on its way. The cold air that brushed by him reminded him that the frost would be here soon. pulling away from the water and licking his lips, he huffed at that. The winter frost meant that the winter solstice was coming. Which unfortunately meant that he was going to have to be there for the winter solstice celebration. Not the most fun thing in the world. There would be other wolves there, wanting him to chose one. He was their prince and finally frozen into his immortality. Which meant that he was to find a mate and soon.
Stupid old bastards. He thought to himself before scenting the air once more. He needed to go back soon. He needed to go back, shift, and go back to his responsibilities. But instead he settled, putting his head on top of his paws and closing his eyes as he listened to the sounds of the forest.
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The sound of his chains echoed though the stone room, reminding him that he had no where to go. How long had he been chains in this hell? How long ago dd they capture him, throwing him down into this stone well with nothing but a bared window in the ceiling, fifty feet high? He was a warrior, powerful even among his kind. Yet when he fell into a well planned trap, his enemies humiliated him. They chained him with enchanted chains, sawed off his horns, and stripped him bare before their own people. Laughing they threw rotten food and stones, hoping to humiliate him even more. Then they threw him into his own personal stone hell.
His bellows echoed at first throughout the place, echoing even outside. He swore vengeance, swearing he would bleed them all dry. Yet slowly he felt himself growing weary, and soon his became quiet. There was no one to even hear his cries of anger. He had no idea where he even was. Yet they left him there to rot. Long ago, his horns had grown back, his once short cropped raven hair had grown long, and even a beard grew on his face. His chains kept him from climbing out, but gave him enough slack that he could sit, stand, but not much more. Long ago he prayed for death. Something to save him from this hell that he lived in. yet now he lived for nothing more then vengeance. it was the only thing that kept him sane. He would find a way out. And when he did, then he would give no mercy.
