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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Sept 22, 2017 15:37:36 GMT -5
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Sept 22, 2017 15:40:44 GMT -5
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 22, 2017 16:23:50 GMT -5
Screen Name; Featherwing What are you interested in helping with? ; Everything, lol What can you bring to this roleplay?; Creativity, way too many plot ideas, endless enthusiasm Roleplay Sample;
It is late summer in the Valley, and with it comes the uncompromising hot weather. Sprawled out by the den site, you and your family relax in the relative shade afforded by the boulders of home. You hear your siblings huff and grumble at each other, groaning in complaint of the heat. The yearling pups of last year’s litter are scuffling nearby, and with a sharp yelp of pain, your gentle mother’s scolding and soothing hums in your ears. The sound of your youth, you recall fondly. Your father is, as always, looming atop the den– like a silent stoic sentinel. Sighing, you close your eyes and roll onto your back, this is the life.
It is only hours later, as the sun sets and your dear mother shoos the cubs into the den, when your father calls you and your littermates to the top of the den. You are not usually allowed up there, for “Only a wolf can sit up here, and you are just a cub.” Your father would tell you this every time you begged to be allowed up the slope. Once, you eagerly awaited the chance to sit atop the slope, over-looking your pack’s territory and everything beyond it. Now, however, your paws drag, dread like stones in your belly. Your fierce sister, with her bright eyes and mischievous gait, nudges you encouragingly.
“Come on,” she murmurs lowly, “Lets go see what Father wants.” Of course, she does not wait for you. Fierce Sister waited for no-one but Stern Father, and sometimes Gentle Mother. She bounds up to the top, standing beside your legendary father as if she belongs there. Which, she likely does, you muse silently. Your other siblings– Sly Brother and Weak Sister– follow promptly, as they always do, leaving you to be the last one to the top as usual. You would say you were Cautious, but they call you Quiet. The Quiet Wolf is at peace, your mother used to coo at you when you were much smaller and much more vulnerable. Now, with the last litter becoming more frisky and adventurous every day, she barely has time to look at you, much less coo.
“Now that you are all here–” Your father addresses the group though his cool yellow eyes cut to you for an ice cold moment. There is a pause, and then he continues, “I would like to commend you for your achievement. Almost all of you survived to two years of age.”
Almost. And then it clicks. You almost forgot Pale Sister. Your fourth sibling, the oldest of the litter– rounding out your year number as five. The prettiest of the litter, or so your mother had murmured when she thought you were asleep. Even your father used to look on at her with a certain fondness. She died not yet a year ago. A reckless hunt, planned and started by Fierce Sister, with plenty of help from Sly Brother and then Wiley Sister. You and Pale Sister, paid no mind to it until it all went wrong. Fierce Sister and Sly Brother had decided to try and take a full grown elk by themselves, but instead of picking an old or frail member they went for a healthy young bull. You can recall the panicked cries of Fierce Sister vividly, as she tried to carry the unconscious Wiley–now–Weak Sister on her back, and how the injured Sly Brother failed to catch the attention of the enraged beast.
Pale Sister jumped into action, howling for your parents as she raced down the hill. For once, you followed, eager to help but also to see how this would play out. Pale Sister had launched herself in the path of the charging bull. It was a fatal mistake. Though it saved the lives of Fierce Sister and the formerly Wiley Sister– Pale Sister was impaled by the bull’s antlers, and when those antlers snapped within her, she was thrown under the thundering elk. Her body lay broken and bleeding as the elk veered off back to the herd. You remember its arrogant bugle sounding off like a reminder of your failure.
Your parents had arrived as the dust settled, mother whining pitifully at her motionless daughter. Her beautiful, pale pup, she had moaned, nosing Pale Sister’s lifeless form. Your father glared down at the body for what had felt like an eternity, before he rumbled for his mate to head home. He would later bury the body, while you and your siblings wait silently in front of the den. Shock and grief would mar your howls for months to come. Your siblings had lost your father trust with the hunt, relegated back to yearling work of watching and waiting and do-not-join. You, the Quiet Wolf, would not share this punishment for your parents knew that you would not have participated in such a reckless hunt. Your reputation had preceded you– that and Fierce Sister ensured that your parents knew that you and Pale Sister only joined in when things went wrong.
Shaking yourself from the memory, you glance about at your remaining siblings. They also look remorseful, though you know Weak Sister remembers nothing of that day save knowing she got her limp and lost her name that day. Sly Brother had made it his mission since that day to ensure the safety of the hunts he went on. He was always scouting for Father. Fierce Sister trained day and night, so she would be strong enough to carry those she loved away from danger. And you, you stayed quiet. You watched, you waited, and then and only then would you strike.
“You are two winters old this year,” a voice chimes in from behind the group. Glancing over your shoulder, surprise curls within you as Gentle Mother approaches. You and your siblings part to let her pass to stand beside your father. “Two winters, my how time flies” Your mother’s eyes linger on each of her children, as if trying to memorize what you look like.
“Mother? Father?” Fierce Sister asks, confusion evident in her tone.
“Do you know what happened to your older siblings?” Father asks suddenly, as if he is unsure of how to get his point across.
You all ponder this. Your own memories of your elder siblings are relatively faint, and tainted with the disinterest of older pups not wanting to babysit the cubs. Much like how you treat the younger litter, you now realize. But not one of your siblings answers your father’s question so it falls to you.
“The wind urged them to move on” You recite what your mother told you long ago, when in a moment of concern asked after the elders who were there one day and gone the next.
Your mother’s eyes crinkle fondly, and your father nods. “You are not wrong. The winds of change pushed and pulled at your siblings as they out grew the den, as they out grew the pack” he explained in his vague manner.
Mother side eyes him, shaking her head slightly, “What your father means to say is that they got to the age in which they wanted to go off on their own and see the world. To start their own packs, should they be that lucky.”
“You have reached that age, and ready or not, it is time for you to disperse and start a new,” Father’s ears twitch, tail thumping once to emphasize his words. “Starting tomorrow you will all begin your journey. How long you linger here is up to you, but after a month we will treat you with the same level of civility afforded to strangers.”
Though his words were harsh, deep down you knew this day would come. Glancing at Fierce Sister, who’s eyes gleamed with excitement, you knew that she would be the first to move on. Possibly tomorrow even. The dread that had seemed like stones before now wrenched your insides in a vice grip. You do not want to go. It is safe here, here is home. Find another home? Are your parents mad?
“I know you might be… anxious. But we did it, we survived. We found a place and we had you. Now you are not us. You may be fierce. You may be sly. You may be quiet. You may have… weaknesses. But you are above all our children and we have taught you the best we can. You are smart, use your head and all else will fall into place.”
This might have been the most you’ve ever heard your father speak. You wonder how many times he’s done this speech. You wonder if you will one day give this speech to your own pups who’ve outgrown the den. The fear loses its grip on your heart, and determination fills its place. You feel it now. The wind tugging lightly at your fur, like a cub trying to get your attention. The wildness flowing through your bones. You wonder if this is what your siblings felt like all the time, for they seem awed but not changed. Meanwhile you feel like the whole world opened like a flower in spring.
Yes, you decide. You would give that speech for your own cubs someday. You would have pups grow under your supervision, under your own yet unknown sweet love’s gaze. You would know life. Any ideas for this roleplay? ; Hmm, I got some plots brewing. Mostly winter themed ones
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Sept 23, 2017 11:06:57 GMT -5
Yay! I'm so excited. Though I think this is the wrong section.
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 24, 2017 19:20:30 GMT -5
Hellooo friends
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