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"Broken Souls" - Zombie Survival (Closed)

I will have time soon!~ Probably tomorrow after work!

Queens of Coast City [2020]

I would be interested in this a little bit if you describe the setting a little bit more. So I'll be watching for now.

Desert Island

I like this idea actually.

A Wolf's Love

@Cuddle Pot

I'm actually not looking for different things to add in right now. It's not really that kind of rp so addign in some sort of 'Frankenstein' would mess up the balance of the role play. Sorry.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Valerie had gone to bed the previous night shortly after issuing orders to the others in regards to guards and making sure no one left alone anymore that day, especially with other hunters prowling the area. She had changed though she hadn't slept much that night, having stayed up reading with the lamp on next to her even though she didn't need it to know the words her fingers touched. She'd fallen asleep sitting up though the opening of the door downstairs woke her from the light and fitful slumber she had drifted into and she shot out of bed, her slim hand grabbing the dagger she kept next to her when her mate wasn't there and stepped silently to the door. She pressed her ear against it first, listening to see if anyone was coming toward her though she heard nothing but the voices of Markus and Marrec downstairs. Forgetting the dagger was in her hand she flung open the door and stumbled down the stairs, losing both of her slippers in the process and nearly falling once. The steel blade slipped from her grasp as she clutched to railing then though she made it down without stepping on it or hurting herself this time.

"Markus!"

There was a lightness in her voice as she spoke, walking through the hallway and door until she was smelled it - Death. There were dead wolves here. She froze in the doorway, her long pink hair falling around her in tangle tendrils passed her shoulders, light against the dark fabric of the shirt she wore over a pair of plaid pajama pants. She was bare foot and the relaxed smile on her face had vanished when she'd scented the blood and death that permeated the air around her. She hated it enough that it made her want to vomit though even more than that she wanted to find whoever had done this and destroy every part of their being. Above all else she wanted to cry. She could feel the sting of tears in the back of her eyes but she didn't allow them to leave, not one would fall from her eyes until this was over with and she could mourn their deaths in peace, without the presence of hunters around the house. Her gaze fell as her shoulders tensed, her hands curling at her sides while she sucked in a deep, ragged breath and forced away the sadness that would show in her eyes now for a very long time.

The Lupa had always been a woman to feel more profoundly than many of their kin, her humanity it such well kept form that she felt the deaths as if they were a park of her soul being torn from her again. Pieces and places that could never truly be replaced for her. No matter how often someone died it was always like this, but the tang of fury in the back of her throat was something only a Hunter could give her. She opened her mouth, floundering for the proper words though she had never been good at this when she needed to be, never right away. She drew in another breath and stepped toward the bodies, kneeling next to them to brush her hand along their flanks and adjust them so they looked as if they were sleeping, friendlier to wake up to no doubt but these deaths would ripple through the pack without question and she knew her pack would call for blood in return and few would stop before getting it. She stood then, using the back of her hand to push the tears from her face while she set her jaw and went to find her mate by the basement door.

Blood Oath

Oh my god. All I had to do was go on when I should eb sleeing.

Blood Oath

Werp. Really?

We need more people D:

Howling in the Night (my Lalia - ViolentViolet)

Te young woman lifted her gaze from the book she had been reading all afternoon, dressed in a short skirt and a blouse though she knew her father would make her change before leaving to witness the young males of the pack demonstrating their power and trying to win over the females they wanted for the season. She'd always though it was barbaric and inefficient though she was in no place to do anything about it since she was not only a woman, but of breeding age as well. Sure, the men were sweet to her, though that was only because of who her father was and how much influence and power she would give them over the other wolves. Not to mention she was an exotic beauty with her deep red hair and lavender eyes among a group that consisted mostly of females with dark hair and dark eyes after living the lives that they had for so long. A soft sigh escaped between pale rose lips as she closed the book on her lap and looked out the window towards the grounds that which she would witness the pointless fighting and competition this year with a front row seat.

As a woman walked into the room she stood and set aside the volume, clearly planning on taking it with her, regardless of the threat of blood stains during the fights. It wasn't her book regardless and it wasn't her problem if it got blood on it. At least half the collection in the moderately sized library had some form of stain on it or another. She walked toward her and allowed herself to be led towards her dressing room where the dress was waiting for her. It was heavy, with soft silks and expensive velvet's that her father had commissioned made for her for this very day. He'd put off having her participate for the last two years because he had wanted only the best to remain for her then and now that she was at her prime mating age is was eager to find a suitable mate for her this year. Whoever it was would father a very strong son indeed.

It was hours later when they started to gather, many men and woman outside and ready to begin, several already showing off to those they coveted though many waited for the appearance of the crimson haired wonder. She walked from the house then, following the path to where she was going to sit and watch, passive and silent. Unimpressed and bored. She sat, crossing her legs beneath her dress and opened the book in her lap as several males called out to her and wished for her favor though she never handed the length of cloth to anyone. No one deserved it, because she liked no one in such an uncivilized and male dominated society. In the wild, women held the real power and yet here they were given away or taken like chattel to be bought and used for their own gains and pleasures. How could any of the girls here possibly enjoy this?

Until the End!

claudia's personality has been fleshed out soem and Jason is done.

Blood Oath

It would be really, really nice if people saw this :3