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6 yrs ago
Current What lies in the hearts of the drae if not madness? - Ma'doc
6 yrs ago
Replies will be coming out in a few days. Been down sick.
6 yrs ago
"Fly you fools!"
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7 yrs ago
To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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8 yrs ago
Sorry if replies are a bit slow. Dealing with a headache.
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Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...

I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.

You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.

I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.

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Hearing the twang of the bowstring, the creature stood up from it's hunched position saving it's life. For the arrow would have struck true, but instead it bit into the fur that lined her shoulders. Blood seeped down her back as the woman-wolf stiffed a yelp of pain. Noise would surely attract more. Though she bared her teeth in the direction it was shot from. Giving a deepened growl, she fled through the brush with the loping stride of the wolves. Though her wounded leg protested with flashes of sharp pain, infection was setting in and there was little she could do about the problem. The Tall Walkers- Man- always seemed to cause problems. Be they shouting and cast fire about to drive her away, or to throw their sticks and stones. Few had even egged on their dogs- unfortunately the dogs had returned if a bit bloodied by her rough spear and fangs.

Spilling over a log, the wolf-being did give a bark of pain as she skidded across the ground. She did not remain so prone however, had the Tall Walker given chase or no. Best to be far, far away before more came with their sticks and stones. Before they sought to put her on their walls or in their fires. A wolf would rather flee than face the possibility of injury, so did she. The wolfen fur and hide that covered her in a rough armor buffeted the branches and brush that slapped at her as she dashed through the forest into the slight clearing. Well did the wolf know mountains lay beyond it's stream bed and one could not follow so easily over rock. She did not expect two of the Two-legs there. One in colors like a bright bird, the other glinting with the early morning's cursed sun. The Sun was her enemy in this, Men were not so numerous in the time of the Moon. But to Andre and Kiyanna they would see a odd creature, perhaps something that looked so very human yet so very wolf. Even as Cassandra would have seen for a split second. Standing a bit less than average height. Covered in a mix of furs and hides. Roughly made tunic, and breeches. The covering on her arms and legs tied close to her skin. On her back a small set of javelins the tips fire hardened. A tail hung from her, and her head was covered by the mask of a wolf. From the ears to the tip of it's nose, but where the lower jaw would be a human's. The teeth bared in a snarl. From her shoulder was an arrow, the fur about it bloodied.

Panting she shifted her shoulder and peered behind her to check for pursuit. A brief moment. Before she began to pace a wide arc about the two, angling towards the mountains in the distance. While they were in a valley technically surrounded by mountains, these were the closest. Nearing a spot in the brush, she ducked into the thick foliage, if Cassandra was close behind she would run forgoing her stealth. But if the Tall Walker that shot at her was not so close behind she would slip amongst the brush, hiding herself away. Biding her time to try and throw the Hunters off her trail. Her preferred hiding spot a thick bush of thorns and good cover. Something where she could try to dislodge the biting stick.

@XxLyraxX @Valor @Kidd @Inertia
@Denny Is there a character limit? Or just one per rper?
@Denny Still got room?
@Inertia Love the post. Now to stir my pot of bubbling doom and despair. I just added a fresh batch of balderdash to it, and Beholder eyes.
@Valor Yeah i didnt want to interrupt what you two had going with anything quiet yet. But in the end it was a coin toss.
@Valor Yeah i didnt want to interrupt what you two had going with anything quiet yet. But in the end it was a coin toss.
There ya go. Post is up!
The groan of a stick before it snapped echoed about the clearing. The bush paused and Cassandra well knew it was not her foot that snapped the dry branch. From the greenery came a figure, one that was not quite right. It moved on all fours like a wolf, but the proportions were off. The lower jaw was missing, the limbs too long and thicker than any true wolf's leg. Across its back was a bindle of javelins strapped in place. Covered in a multitude of furs ranging from the grey to white or black of a wolf. The furs were all about its body bound with strips of leather and forming rough wraps of a sort. Wolven Elears upon the top of its head, tail limp against the crouched legs. Sniffing at the dawn, this wolf, yet not, moved in its careful way towards the brush nearer the stream. Cassandra was in luck for the creatire did not spot her as of yet. She perhaps even noticed the slight limp the creatire did possess and coppery scent of blood that was just hinted at upon the air. It was unclear if it belonged to this creaturehowever.

The morn had come, and the stream was a successful little fishing spot. Large trout and bass slipping towards their breeding ground. A slight splash was audible as a turtle helped itself into the water. While the warrioir and the trader talked life still seemed to meander on. Typical of any lush forest and possibly even a comfort for those who knew that a still a silent forest contained something incredibly fearful. That when silence fell it was best to be wary. But for lucks design the birds atill chirpped andsang to the rising sun.

@Kidd @Valor @Inertia
Post coming tonight or tommorrow! I forgot how hard it is to write in this mondset!
@Kidd Hey can you get a post up in the next 4 or so days? Planning to post next day i have off.
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