I made a harvest moon RP on this site too. Drew a map with custom houses, worked pretty hard on organizing it. Then it died. They ALL die. :|
I Donno, it might just be the type of players on this site, it's too casual I guess :|
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Lol no, no I totally understand having an outside life! I was just kind of left side glancing when all of the sudden, without notice that I know of, everything just halted :| after the last time this site shut down without any notice it's hard not to be skeptical I guess. I understand that there are a number of tractors that could be influencing his absence, I just wish there was a little more communication I suppose
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In other news I checked out that other forum and it hurt my eyes @_@ Why so dark and colorful? Quite hard to read ^^' Looks interesting though >.>
Lol yeah you can actually change that XD
Well one of the GM's is here. And if the other one is going MIA without even mentioning it to the players then that kind of seems like he doesn't care too much XD
I Donno. Otherwise this thing is dead. One GM disappeared our players are gone. Either we take initiative and get it going again or we bury it. It's as simple as that lol
I Donno. Otherwise this thing is dead. One GM disappeared our players are gone. Either we take initiative and get it going again or we bury it. It's as simple as that lol
Lol wasn't this site all gung-ho let's rebuild after deleting it without notice? And now the latest update is from February, the site is primitive, and for me personally, I don't know if it's an isolated case, the site is running slower than ever.
So what happened to Mahz? Lol or whoever was in charge of development?
So what happened to Mahz? Lol or whoever was in charge of development?
I think it's time to start recruiting again
^~^
To be completely honest I totally missed that XD when I'm busy and I'm trying to post I just read over the parts that I know my characters are involved with. ^~^ never hesitate to drop me a PM or just tell me in here that you're sending one of your characters my way :) how about when Faith replies she can bring you in and then Shade and Sequoia will act in response, Sequoia will be heart broken to see her alpha's mate out of health.
Lol sorry if that post sucked XD I'm kind of screen-high from being on my computer for so long XD
Shade - Wintersmoon Pack - Beta
As the two spoke in response to his inquiry, he tilted his head to the side slightly, intrigued by a just-barely-noticeable shift in their comfort levels. So, they weren't mates. This came as a surprise, but then, not at all. Most often, betas spend most of their waking days together, hunting, leading, scouting, carrying out tasks for the alpha. It can become a cause of stress and tension between two wolves to be put under constant pressure. His surprise came from Sequoia's appearance, not to mention her alluring scent, and the apparent health and age of the both of them. As the male, Pantalaimon, spoke Shade couldn't help but notice he seemed to be growing more and more weary, his eyes asking for rest and food. As an ambassador of the Wintersmoon Pack, Shade would not let their guests be in discomfort, even if said guest was a male of equal rank from an opposing pack.
"Pantalaimon, you look in need of rest and meat. I can accommodate you now, and I recommend you allow me to do so. A wolf is no good without his strength and his wits" Looking Sequoia over again, not missing a chance to appreciate the she-wolf while he did so, he saw that she looked to be free of injury apart from surface wounds and her eyes were filled with enthusiasm. Though, judging by the expression on her face, the glint in her eyes was most likely the result of her oncoming oestrus. His urges as a male send an impulse down his spine, flickering the hair follicles as it progressed. Shade was by no means a wolf of physical desire alone. While it was true that he had primitive urges to mate, his mind was far from that area of thinking. He had always struggled to connect with other wolves. His dedication and trust in his alphas was one thing, but to forge a true relationship with a female, as a potential mate, was difficult for him. And while he longed for, more than anything, pups of his own, he was forced to remember the thing that took his mother's life so long ago. What if his would-be mate suffered the same fate?
He shook his head, half to rid himself of his urges, half to clear his mind from grim thoughts. "You'll have the den just west of my own. It's very close and large enough to accommodate you both with space to spare and offer privacy to a degree. If you'd need anything, you'll be just a short ways from the alphas' den and less a ways from the beta dens. Don't ever hesitate to come to me with requests until you're more settled into these lands more comfortably." When he offered his assistance at any time, he directed his gaze at Sequoia, his piercing eyes insinuating his knowledge of the season. The she wolf blushed and glanced down at the ground, but Shade's instincts degraded any fear to be forward with the female.
Looking back to Pan as he finished speaking, he turned to lead the pair towards where the den was located. He walked at par with Pan, deciding he wanted to get to know this wolf better. A rivalry struggled to surface between the two of them, but Shade was set on getting to know him first. As the two black wolves walked he spoke.
"So, I'd like to do what I can to ease this transition, for everyone. In order to do that, I need to know what immediate needs your pack holds, apart from shelter. When is the last time you fed? Are there any females carrying pups? Were any lost when your pack was scattered?"
Sequoia - Stardust Vale Pack - Beta
When the native beta noted Pan's apparent need for rest and nourishment, Quoia felt a pang of guilt within her gut. How had she not noticed that her packmate was weary? It made sense, he had been injured during the fight with the outsiders and he had not eaten for a few days now, having offered his own stores of meat up to the rest of the pack just days before as the pack's supply ran low before the next hunt was set to commence. She looked over at the blue eyed hound at her side, a maternal look about her face.
"No. Not maternal. Friendly. Caring. Lovi-NO. Not loving. Agh! No maternal or loving emotions! Damn these seasons. This is not the time for my mind to be muddled with hormones!" As she worked to control her mind, she noticed Shade looking her over, as if checking for injury. But as his eyes lingered she felt herself returning this observative gaze. She regarded the piercing black coat of the beta, much like Pan's, but thicker to accommodate for the colder climate no doubt, his eyes shone with a hunger, but not for meat. The wolf spoke again,explaining the situation and offering them a den near his own quarters. As he told them never to hesitate to seek his assistance, no matter what the time, she met his gaze. Suddenly she felt an uncomfortable rush of hormones urging forward her instincts. The dominance of the male was apparent and it took effort to break his gaze. She turned her eyes to the earth below her, reciting a song of the northern lights, taught to her by her mother, which she often used to distract herself. When at last they began to move to where the dens were, she felt her breath returning to her, her heart beat steadying.
But then, when the two males took their place ahead of her, she found herself catching their scent for she was unfortunate enough to be downwind. She could hardly handle it. Never before had she dealt with an oestrus this strong. It had to be connected to the new territory. Every one of her primitive urges were sky-rocketing: her urge to mate, her urge to dominate the other females, her urge to defend and protect, her urge to claim the territory. Sequoia was not a wolf of instinct, she was a wolf of intellect. She would not allow this to control her. So, she decided to be proactive, to remove the problem. Picking up her pace, she made her way to the front of the two males, leaving the position of downwind. She didn't worry about where she was going, she could smell where Shade's den was and could only see one other den nearby. Their destination was apparent.
As she walked, she found herself worrying. She hadn't noticed that Pan was not in good health. She had failed to know that her fellow beta was in need of care. She had failed to notice that her close friend was in need of care. She wouldn't let that happen again.
When Pan had eaten, in fact she could go for a bite herself, they would set out a plan to settle both packs and establish the new norm. Pausing mid-thought, she realised that any meat in the area should go to the ill. She was healthy, she was fine in every sense. She would not take the meat from the mouths of the ill or the young, no. In fact, she wanted more than anything to lead a hunt. To forget all the stresses of what had happened and run with her pack, with Pan, through the woods in chase of prey. To take down their prey and offer life to the pack. But that would have to wait, of course. For now, she needed to get Pan back to health and work with the other betas to get her pack into their dens and find what food she could for them.
As the two spoke in response to his inquiry, he tilted his head to the side slightly, intrigued by a just-barely-noticeable shift in their comfort levels. So, they weren't mates. This came as a surprise, but then, not at all. Most often, betas spend most of their waking days together, hunting, leading, scouting, carrying out tasks for the alpha. It can become a cause of stress and tension between two wolves to be put under constant pressure. His surprise came from Sequoia's appearance, not to mention her alluring scent, and the apparent health and age of the both of them. As the male, Pantalaimon, spoke Shade couldn't help but notice he seemed to be growing more and more weary, his eyes asking for rest and food. As an ambassador of the Wintersmoon Pack, Shade would not let their guests be in discomfort, even if said guest was a male of equal rank from an opposing pack.
"Pantalaimon, you look in need of rest and meat. I can accommodate you now, and I recommend you allow me to do so. A wolf is no good without his strength and his wits" Looking Sequoia over again, not missing a chance to appreciate the she-wolf while he did so, he saw that she looked to be free of injury apart from surface wounds and her eyes were filled with enthusiasm. Though, judging by the expression on her face, the glint in her eyes was most likely the result of her oncoming oestrus. His urges as a male send an impulse down his spine, flickering the hair follicles as it progressed. Shade was by no means a wolf of physical desire alone. While it was true that he had primitive urges to mate, his mind was far from that area of thinking. He had always struggled to connect with other wolves. His dedication and trust in his alphas was one thing, but to forge a true relationship with a female, as a potential mate, was difficult for him. And while he longed for, more than anything, pups of his own, he was forced to remember the thing that took his mother's life so long ago. What if his would-be mate suffered the same fate?
He shook his head, half to rid himself of his urges, half to clear his mind from grim thoughts. "You'll have the den just west of my own. It's very close and large enough to accommodate you both with space to spare and offer privacy to a degree. If you'd need anything, you'll be just a short ways from the alphas' den and less a ways from the beta dens. Don't ever hesitate to come to me with requests until you're more settled into these lands more comfortably." When he offered his assistance at any time, he directed his gaze at Sequoia, his piercing eyes insinuating his knowledge of the season. The she wolf blushed and glanced down at the ground, but Shade's instincts degraded any fear to be forward with the female.
Looking back to Pan as he finished speaking, he turned to lead the pair towards where the den was located. He walked at par with Pan, deciding he wanted to get to know this wolf better. A rivalry struggled to surface between the two of them, but Shade was set on getting to know him first. As the two black wolves walked he spoke.
"So, I'd like to do what I can to ease this transition, for everyone. In order to do that, I need to know what immediate needs your pack holds, apart from shelter. When is the last time you fed? Are there any females carrying pups? Were any lost when your pack was scattered?"
Sequoia - Stardust Vale Pack - Beta
When the native beta noted Pan's apparent need for rest and nourishment, Quoia felt a pang of guilt within her gut. How had she not noticed that her packmate was weary? It made sense, he had been injured during the fight with the outsiders and he had not eaten for a few days now, having offered his own stores of meat up to the rest of the pack just days before as the pack's supply ran low before the next hunt was set to commence. She looked over at the blue eyed hound at her side, a maternal look about her face.
"No. Not maternal. Friendly. Caring. Lovi-NO. Not loving. Agh! No maternal or loving emotions! Damn these seasons. This is not the time for my mind to be muddled with hormones!" As she worked to control her mind, she noticed Shade looking her over, as if checking for injury. But as his eyes lingered she felt herself returning this observative gaze. She regarded the piercing black coat of the beta, much like Pan's, but thicker to accommodate for the colder climate no doubt, his eyes shone with a hunger, but not for meat. The wolf spoke again,explaining the situation and offering them a den near his own quarters. As he told them never to hesitate to seek his assistance, no matter what the time, she met his gaze. Suddenly she felt an uncomfortable rush of hormones urging forward her instincts. The dominance of the male was apparent and it took effort to break his gaze. She turned her eyes to the earth below her, reciting a song of the northern lights, taught to her by her mother, which she often used to distract herself. When at last they began to move to where the dens were, she felt her breath returning to her, her heart beat steadying.
But then, when the two males took their place ahead of her, she found herself catching their scent for she was unfortunate enough to be downwind. She could hardly handle it. Never before had she dealt with an oestrus this strong. It had to be connected to the new territory. Every one of her primitive urges were sky-rocketing: her urge to mate, her urge to dominate the other females, her urge to defend and protect, her urge to claim the territory. Sequoia was not a wolf of instinct, she was a wolf of intellect. She would not allow this to control her. So, she decided to be proactive, to remove the problem. Picking up her pace, she made her way to the front of the two males, leaving the position of downwind. She didn't worry about where she was going, she could smell where Shade's den was and could only see one other den nearby. Their destination was apparent.
As she walked, she found herself worrying. She hadn't noticed that Pan was not in good health. She had failed to know that her fellow beta was in need of care. She had failed to notice that her close friend was in need of care. She wouldn't let that happen again.
When Pan had eaten, in fact she could go for a bite herself, they would set out a plan to settle both packs and establish the new norm. Pausing mid-thought, she realised that any meat in the area should go to the ill. She was healthy, she was fine in every sense. She would not take the meat from the mouths of the ill or the young, no. In fact, she wanted more than anything to lead a hunt. To forget all the stresses of what had happened and run with her pack, with Pan, through the woods in chase of prey. To take down their prey and offer life to the pack. But that would have to wait, of course. For now, she needed to get Pan back to health and work with the other betas to get her pack into their dens and find what food she could for them.
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