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Wolf Roleplay?

Sweet, thank you for the interest!

The Colony. (Another zombie RP)

Melissa turned her head toward the source of the voice and swallowed. These were a lot of people she was betting her life that she could trust, but...well, it was 100% certain that she couldn't trust the people in charge here. She approached Dimitri carefully, checking or the thousandth time that she still had her knife. She glanced toward Murphy and responded softly to the girl's comment:

"If you're smart, you're not sure you can trust a single damn person in these walls. But we don't have a choice, sweetie, unless you want a rope around your neck."

Wolf Roleplay?

Alright, so hi! I was wondering if anyone would be interested in a wolf roleplay. It would be semi-realistic and I'd want everyone to try to have biologically/behaviorally accurate characters but be able to talk and all that (of course). I'd also be super-willing to be flexible on how many fantasy elements get included. I don't really have a specific plot in mind, but a few vague ideas floating around in my head. Feel free to add your own!

So far my ideas are:

• Wolves from several packs end up separated from their families and must come together in order to survive.
• A wolf RP involving humans and hunting, which I know is a sensitive topic but it'd be mostly if not exclusively from the wolves' POV.
• Wolves coping with natural disaster.
• Wolves adapting to life after humans have gone extinct.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Any objection if we skip ahead to arriving in Italy?

Surviving the end of days (Zombie Role-Play) (apply, Having technical issues)

Irene opened the door and glared like a bear that had been woken in mid-hibernation before standing aside and letting Hunter inside. "How'd it go? And if you stepped on my plants, you're dead. Like, in the ground. I live on those. Sleep anywhere, by the way. Except for my room. I don't want your sans-deodorant male musk stinking up any more of my house than it is already." She brushed off her apron and checked the water bucket, then looked outside at the sky. It would be light soon.

"Don't rip each other to shreds while I'm weeding and watering," she added. Irene wanted to make it as obvious as possible that if she was going to have guests, she was the boss.

The Colony. (Another zombie RP)

Melissa inched away and stayed beside the door, looking out for soldiers that could be moving toward them. Cliff's shouting, again, made her bristle, but she stayed where she was: if any of these people tried anything, she could just dash out and have a run, which...well, which hopefully wouldn't happen, because she may be a strong woman, but that applied to hammering metals, not cardiovascular endurance.

Again, she checked for the presence of the knife. If the soldiers were coming, she was pretty resigned to losing her life. No escape plan could save Melissa, or likely any of them, at that point. "Quiet down," she mouthed at Cliff.

The Colony. (Another zombie RP)

Melissa curled her fingers lightly around her knife handle at someone calling her "girl", but she said nothing, her face slack and hiding perfectly the irritation and fear that swirled inside her. What really got her alarmed was the screaming of a little girl, pointed her and the other man out, and made Melissa's heart jump wildly.

She put her hands on her hips as she listened to the conversation between the man--what was his name?--oh yes, Hank--and the girl who was apparently his daughter. When the child ran off, she looked to Hank and then the other man. She wasn't exactly looking forward to talking to either of them, but she supposed that sooner or later she was going to have to say something.

"Shall I fetch her?"

The Colony. (Another zombie RP)

Melissa helped lift the man, as she was pretty strong from her metalworking, but she was more careful to avoid the wounds. She glanced at a couple of the soldiers and briefly felt the outside of her pocket. The knife was still there, and it was definitely contraband. Now, she definitely wasn't dumb enough to trust either of these guys right from the get-go--horrifying things tended to happen to girls and women among the Barriers--but after all, she did have her knife to defend herself, and following this new stranger was...probably preferable to the possibility of soldiers catching her.

As for Hank's mumblings, Melissa couldn't answer. She didn't know if his daughter had seen, and she sincerely hoped not. Instead she whispered, "It's best you don't talk much, not when you're like this."

The Colony. (Another zombie RP)

Melissa made sure to back away when the sound of a gunshot rang in her ears. She pushed some black hair out of her face, aware of how messy her braid had gotten, and crouched against the wall of a nearby building. Her mouth curled downward in contempt as the soldiers who had assisted in the whipping drifted away in a relaxed manner, looking infuriatingly self-satisfied. The glimpse of their expressions sent a shudder down Melissa's spine and made her wonder what could happen to a person to make them so heartless and sadistic. Then she remembered that there are plenty of psychopaths who would definitely jump on the role of soldier, and she stopped wondering.

Once they were gone, she slunk back over to him. She knelt and inspected the ugly wounds on his back, thinking. Melissa had very little medical knowledge. She knew that wounds needed cleaning in order to avoid getting infected, and she knew that something like a bullet wound would definitely need patching up before blood loss set in. Seeing as she had nothing to clean the bloody gashes with, she simply took out the nearly-spent roll of bandage from her pocket and wrapped it clumsily around Hank's torso.

"Sorry if I'm hurting you," she muttered.

The Colony. (Another zombie RP)

The knife was still warm when Melissa hid it in her pocket and then stepped outside, ready as she'd ever be to go forth and steal. As soon as she'd gone out though, a tiny spatter of blood hit her in the face and made her blink as well as flinch. She had apparently chosen the worst possible time to come out, as in front of her a guy was being whipped viciously. The excellent view she had of the fresh welts, as well as what appeared to be a bullet wound, caused her stomach to flip over and she covered her mouth to keep from possibly throwing up.

Luckily, it diminished her appetite enough that she no longer felt the need to steal anyone's rations. Carefully she edged into the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch hollowly as the officer whipped the man. It seemed that she still had a few bandages left so maybe she could provide a minimal amount of help. So Melissa stood, watched the blood fly, and waited.