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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2016 21:22:15 GMT -5
[ bah. i know you just added them, lozi , but could i change Janus's name to Noble? or something different.
EDIT: thank you, also, for accepting me! c: ]
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Post by lozi on Sept 26, 2016 21:30:08 GMT -5
you make my life difficult D:
No, no, JK. I'm just being annoying. I totally understand that feeling. Personally I think that Noble is a much better name ;D I'm normally pretty well rounded, unless I'm seriously ticked off by IRL. Most of the time I have no bones to pick with anyone on this site. If I do, I'll come straight up and tell you. You won't have to worry about me ignoring you, or not replying to your post cuz I'm mad. Also, I use a lot of strikethroughs when it I'm just messing with you, being illegitimate, or just throwing randin things out of my brain.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2016 22:05:36 GMT -5
haha. bah. this is good. i'm always so worried i'm going to upset someone over the internet. so this is a relief. thank you. honestly, it's cool when you can joke around. within reason, though.
and yesss. noble. janus is cool and whatever but its one letter away from being inappropriate. xp
brae is actually supposed to be a scout. i bolded it but got wordy so i can see how you could have missed it.
this is me exercising my right to be difficult. haha, sorry. everything else looks great, though!!
you guys really did a fantastic job with the planning for this rp! it's so well thought through and has already got so much life.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Sept 29, 2016 22:37:31 GMT -5
I still need to add my characters I'll do it this weekend promise! I'm also adding another character. Don't know his rank but he'll be a pit named Fortissimo)
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Post by lozi on Sept 30, 2016 16:03:23 GMT -5
*MorningGlory* @mongrel @blackbird @shootforthestars Невыносимая коммунизм
THE WILDERNESS IS NOW OFFICIALLY OPEN. PLEASE REFER TO THE OPENING POSTS FOR ANY MAJOR CHANGES. ||
Brimstone circled listlessly in his cage, settling onto his haunches, chewing on an itching wound. His past days he had been stuck in this cage, and the reek of death was overwhelming. Of course, the underground tunnels were always scented with the metallic scent of blood, but this time, it smelled putrid, permeating the nostrils, and fogging the brain. The large dog let out a loud, frustrated howl through jaws held by a muzzle, slamming his head into the unforgiving mesh of his cage, reinforced by bars. Bars, and mesh. His home. The bars that told him that he was a fighting dog, no more, no less. This was who he was. He wasn't domestic enough to be a pet, and just barely not feral enough to survive on his own in the wild. It frustrated him, his dependency on the humans that had ruined his life. He growled, low and menacing, slamming his shoulder roughly into the cage's door. The hinge clattered, but remained firm, doing its job as it always had. Brimstone sighed, circling once again, resting his head on his paws, letting out a mournful yip. He thought about a thick steak, the kinds he was rewarded when he won, which was often. How else would he still have been alive? As soon as you failed, they were ready to dispose of you, and what little life you had left. That was, if your opponent didn't kill you of course. His mouth salivated, and he was content to let the moisture soothe his cracked and swollen tongue, thirsty for water, and weakened from lack of nutrition. It had continued on like this for a long time, the only comforts the water that leaked in from sewage above, dripping through the mesh. Fortunately, most of the leaves or anything of the like was filtered by the mesh, but it didn't take away the angry taste. Whether it was safe to be ingesting that water was questionable, but it was all Brimstone got. Surely, he would have lost hope if not for his indignancy of the whole situation, the sheer willpower and instinct to survive. However, how long he could continue like this, without food for weeks, was unsure.
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Sept 30, 2016 17:48:00 GMT -5
I still need to add my characters :( I'll do it this weekend promise! I'm also adding another character. Don't know his rank but he'll be a pit named Fortissimo)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 14:11:43 GMT -5
Lad stared dismally at the window, but could not rise to his feet for pain. He longed for the scene beyond, yet could no longer reach it. Was he bound to die in this frightening place, or was there a sliver of hope that remained? If there was, it was lost to him. Screaming unintelligible curses, he allowed his sheer fury to escape. He hated this harsh, sterile place, hated every inch of it, from the cruel, glowering lights to the cold, lifeless floors. How he longed to rip it to smithereens, and take all the People with it . . . . But that last measure wasn't necessary, for the People had, strangely enough, already been eradicated -- by what, he didn't know. All he knew was that the foul aroma that polluted the air certainly wasn't dog death -- it belonged to People, and in that he reveled. People were the bane of his existence -- well, some of them, he scorned himself, remembering Rosemary. But even she was dead, he thought with smarting grief. But so were the breeders, and so was Arabella, and so were all the other People who ever dared torment him . . . . He arose, ignoring his screaming, howling loin. Now was the time for animals to rule, and above all of these animals were to reign the dogs. He grinded his fangs with barbaric, vindictive pleasure. Yes. A humanless world . . . . No more neglect, no more disrespect . . . . He faintly remembered the fumes from the departing truck whipping his face when he was a mere whelp. . . . . And no more machinery. Lad hopped from the counter, barreling into the wooden door, but it refused to budge. He made a hissing noise through his teeth, then scanned the room for other means of escape. Aha! His miscreant eyes snagged on the window, beneath which was parked a swivel-chair. He leapt on top of the swivel chair, turning it slightly and causing his aching loin to shriek in protest. All he needed to do was open it, and yet he had no idea how to go about performing such a feat. If he broke through the glass, the resulting shards would certainly wound him, and he'd be worse off than he already was. No matter. Lad slammed against the window, but it did not splinter; he merely bounced back like a dumb bird. Of course! The window was bulletproof! Strangely enough, his bullet wound smarted as he thought this. He glared savagely at the window in an angry fit, then limped back toward the door, proceeding to latch his paws onto the knob and turn it. When he realized what he'd done, he recoiled with shock, but recovered instantly. How had the idea not occured to him before? The People once controlled the door, and now it was he who enslaved it to his will. He waltzed out of the doorway, ignoring the shrieking wails of his fellow prisoners, pushed open the exit door, and departed.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 14:14:22 GMT -5
(I imagine Lad as having a German accent.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 14:29:45 GMT -5
As soon as he was out, he burst into a run, darting across hot pavement and worming his way through isles upon isles of parked cars—Cars that would never activate again, he thought with a fleeting smirk. Then he saw it—yes, it, for the monster before him was undeserving of a "they"—a Human, and the smirk faded from his face. But this was no ordinary Human; it had an ugly, discolored face, green, flaky skin teeming with fungi and parasites, unsteady, rattling breaths, and a ditzy way of moving, as though drunk. Its unfocused eyes seized on him and it shrieked with raucous delight, the now-yellow whites of its eyes widening. But its summons were cut off as Lad rammed his side against its shins. The behemoth’s legs teetered and it fell sideways, head slamming against the hard pavement, releasing a spray of brains. Feeling sickened but satisfied, in spite of his smarting wounds, Lad ducked underneath an automobile, hiding in wait. If any more dared challenge him, he'd make sure they regretted it—whatever they were.
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Post by lozi on Oct 1, 2016 15:11:00 GMT -5
As soon as he was out, he burst into a run, darting across hot pavement and worming his way through isles upon isles of parked cars, cars that would never activate again, he thought with a fleeting smirk. Then he saw it -- yes, it, for this monster was undeserving of a "they": a Human, and the smirk faded from his face. But this was no ordinary Human; it had an ugly, discolored face, flaky skin, and a ditzy manner, as though drunk. Its unfocused eyes seized on him and it shrieked with raucous delight, the now-yellow whites of its eyes widening. But its summons were cut off as Lad rammed its side against it, knocking it down. Its head slammed against the hard pavement and its rattling breaths were no more. Feeling sickened but satisfied, in spite of his smarting wounds, Lad ducked underneath an automobile, hiding in wait. If any more dared approach him, he'd make sure they regretted it -- whatever they were. A loud rumble from the ground above shook the floor. Something must of fallen, probably a sickened human. He had seen the creatures they had become, beast-like, stumbling around in the underground tunnels. Those that had tried to open his cage, their clumsiness impaired them from success, and often times, they were bit. Brimstone hated to admit it, but he feared those beasties. They were unpredictable, and dangerous. When he was a fight dog, he had one job. Kill, or be killed. If he won, he was rewarded. If he lost, well, he didn't know what would happen to him, besides death. However, the few dogs that lost but managed to survive the attack, well, they were crippled if the People let them survive. Suddenly, it occurred to him. It might be another sentient life-form that could help him! He sucked air into his lungs, and it stung his nostrils, the bitter dryness of the air around him. He let out a sharp howl, echoed by three loud, powerful barks.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 1, 2016 15:12:45 GMT -5
I promise I'm making my characters as soon as I get on the laptop next)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 15:16:45 GMT -5
[ heyo! sorry for the gigantic poof. i'm at my parents' currently so i won't be on much till monday. i may have a short while now if anyone's on. i may poof, though. just some forewarning. ]
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Post by lozi on Oct 1, 2016 15:23:14 GMT -5
I promise I'm making my characters as soon as I get on the laptop next) No worries, friend! Take your time ||
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 16:01:31 GMT -5
[ have you guys scrapped the yellowstone bit? i'm reading through the prey list now and other species like elk and bison are missing. just wondering.
i.e. bear, elk, moose, bison, bobcats]
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Post by lozi on Oct 1, 2016 16:05:28 GMT -5
[ have you guys scrapped the yellowstone bit? i'm reading through the prey list now and other species like elk and bison are missing. just wondering.
i.e. bear, elk, moose, bison, bobcats] Yellowstone has been scrapped. To Everyone in the roleplay, I have to leave now, but I'll be back tomorrow. ||
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 16:07:39 GMT -5
[ alrighty! c;
i probably won't be on till late tomorrow. see you then!! ]
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☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ
"sunday" // ♐ // enfp // just trying to survive senior year
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Post by ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ on Oct 1, 2016 20:28:14 GMT -5
[ hello, sorry to just sorta barge in, but may i please reserve the position of hunt captain? i'd love to join but unfortunately tonight i won't be able to complete the entire form, i'm just a bit busy. ]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 20:29:04 GMT -5
Lad had been voyaging aimlessly all day, and now a faint yet chill breeze was lacing the air. He shuddered with cold and began searching resourcefully for a place to spend the night. He eventually found himself next to the Beast's remains once more, and a revolting idea appeared to him. He hated the idea of eating the flaky skin and bestrewn guts, but instinct seemed to pull him toward the body. He snuffled at it tentatively, but recoiled as he spotted the parasites swarming its reeking body. He scampered away from the decaying remains with the whites of his eyes exposed, and decided never to approach a Beast again, dead or otherwise. He meandered further, and eventually stumbled upon a strange circle in the ground. He felt his stomach swoop as he was suspended in midair, but quickly regained his senses. There wasn't a gaping pit in the ground; he was standing on some sort of lid: there was some sort of hollow capsule beneath. He struggled at the lid for a few moments, scraping it dumbly with his claws, but emerged unsatisfied from the petty battle. He returned to his efforts once again after a brief pause, and the lid eventually gave way to a foul-smelling, cavernous room. A whiff of dog scent smacked Lad's nose, and a tentative growl rose in his throat.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 21:34:22 GMT -5
[ hello, sorry to just sorta barge in, but may i please reserve the position of hunt captain? i'd love to join but unfortunately tonight i won't be able to complete the entire form, i'm just a bit busy. ] (Definitely. If your character is unsatisfactory, however, you will be required to edit the application or enter a new character.)
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Oct 2, 2016 11:23:04 GMT -5
They were together, like always. The shouting was new; the pained cries of their masters called out to them like a lamb to its mother. Yet the trio stay put, fear rooting their paws to the ground as if they grew from the very spot. Rubble rained down upon the wounded beasts, and they soon found their sight fading to black.
Cherry ??? // ???
The Shiba was the first to awaken, yet her searing migraine kept her body pressed against the linoleum for several minutes. She was in a pool of somebody's blood, and bile arose in her throat once she realized it was her own. Lubov and Evangelline were nowhere in sight, and the velvet dog's chest tightened as this came to terms with her aching mind.
Fortunately, Cherry was in a position to dig herself out, eyes widening as she noticed a beam that was suspended inches above her head. If she was this lucky, then hopefully the others would be granted with this fortune as well.
Lubov Home? // ???
This was not right. None of this was right. The earth had been calling out to all three of them for a few days now; an instinct of unknown origin nagging at their minds. All three dismissed it as nothing. They were never so wrong.
The Doberman had sat in agonizing pain; three hours of low whimpering and gurgled blood within the back of her throat. It took time, but the dog reserved her stregnth until she was sure that she was capable of digging herself out. This was exactly what she did.
The Pharaoh Hound was all that she saw, her nose seeking out that faint flowery scent that hung around her fur like a group of flies. Mistress always loved to spritz that foul-smelling musk upon her. Her paws - already bloodied from her own scraping at the concrete - worked to free her sister. Not bonded by blood, but by love the three dogs decided. Raised together as puppies in a lavish home; the trio vowed to never leave each other's side. Lubov could feel her eyes watering from the dust.
Her fur was soaked in red; the pristine white splotched with the crimson fluid. Her tongue; dry with the particles that drifted down like snow; worked to awaken the Hound.
Evangelline ?Home? // ???
She would trade anything for the knowledge that her friends were safe.
Awoken by the gentle caress of a tongue, her eyes fluttered open to meet the long snout of a certain Doberman. Loving yips were exchanged as the rest of the rubble was cleared off of her aching body. Neither of them could move a few meteres without having to sit down; shards of glass like ice to their already damaged pawpads. Their barks called out to the youngest member of their trio; burning eyes darting to find any glimpse of red. It was unfortunate that blood was spilled everywhere.
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Post by lozi on Oct 2, 2016 18:26:10 GMT -5
[ hello, sorry to just sorta barge in, but may i please reserve the position of hunt captain? i'd love to join but unfortunately tonight i won't be able to complete the entire form, i'm just a bit busy. ] I'd be happy to reserve it! Just make sure that your posts are super literate, as there will be higher expectations for higher positions of power. ||
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"sunday" // ♐ // enfp // just trying to survive senior year
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Post by ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ on Oct 2, 2016 18:41:06 GMT -5
[ heh, no problem with literacy here! i'm totally fine with that. ] [ also, i'm having a hard time deciding between breeds for her. currently i'm torn between making her an american pit bull terrier or a white swiss shepherd. arghh, both dogs are so beautiful! ] [ by the way, my reference will be done sometime tomorrow. ]
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Post by lozi on Oct 2, 2016 18:45:41 GMT -5
Lad had been voyaging aimlessly all day, and now a faint yet chill breeze was lacing the air. He shuddered with cold and began searching resourcefully for a place to spend the night. He eventually found himself next to the Beast's remains once more, and a revolting idea appeared to him. He hated the idea of eating the flaky skin and bestrewn guts, but instinct seemed to pull him toward the body. He snuffled at it tentatively, but recoiled as he spotted the parasites swarming its reeking body. He scampered away from the decaying remains with the whites of his eyes exposed, and decided never to approach a Beast again, dead or otherwise. He meandered further, and eventually stumbled upon a strange circle in the ground. He felt his stomach swoop as he was suspended in midair, but quickly regained his senses. There wasn't a gaping pit in the ground; he was standing on some sort of lid: there was some sort of hollow capsule beneath. He struggled at the lid for a few moments, scraping it dumbly with his claws, but emerged unsatisfied from the petty battle. He returned to his efforts once again after a brief pause, and the lid eventually gave way to a foul-smelling, cavernous room. A whiff of dog scent smacked Lad's nose, and a tentative growl rose in his throat. Warily, Brimstone sniffed the air, hearing a low growl. His hackles rose, unsure of the size, or temperament of the dog. It smelled sick, like it had recently interacted with one of the Beastly People, but also injured, the familiar metallic tang of blood hitting his nostrils. Just the slightest death or injury scent made his head reel, and he wrinkled his nose. Any addition to the reeking smell, especially this fresh blood scent and sickness, was incapacitating to Brimstone. He let a wary, warning whine escape his throat. He couldn't help but let himself feel hopeful, this could be his escape from the metal cage he lived in. "Show yourself!" He barked, a harsh, commanding sound. "I can smell you there. What are you doing in my territory?" He growled, trying to sound commanding, yet not wanting to drive the dog off. "I can smell your injury. Have you come for help?" Although being an interrogatory statement, he said it as if it was a declarative, his voice not rising at the end like most would do, when asking a question. It was an apprehensive moment. Had he played his cards right, or was he stuck until he died. At least his voice didn't crack while he was speaking, it might have set the dog off to hear weakness in his voice. Whatever it was, this could be his only chance for escape, and he was desperate. He could've come off as cruel with the first introduction, and couldn't risk losing the potential benefactor. "Er- sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is Brimstone, and whether you need help or not, I could use a little help myself."
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Post by lozi on Oct 2, 2016 18:47:49 GMT -5
[ heh, no problem with literacy here! i'm totally fine with that. ] [ also, i'm having a hard time deciding between breeds for her. currently i'm torn between making her an american pit bull terrier or a white swiss shepherd. arghh, both dogs are so beautiful! ] [ by the way, my reference will be done sometime tomorrow. ] I, personally find the White Swiss Shepherd more of a unique breed, as we already have a pit bull in our rankings, or someone making an application at least. ||
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 2, 2016 18:51:26 GMT -5
I've never had writer's block this terribly before. I've been trying to type my characters from the tablet but it's hard amd I dom't know what to write. I'm hoping I can get on the laptop tonight but I don't think I'll be able to.)
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Post by lozi on Oct 2, 2016 19:34:08 GMT -5
Jackson strained against her chain, letting out long, pained, desperate howls, to anyone that would listen. Anything that could get her free. She had awaken to the house of her former human's, on fire. The blaze was slowly reaching closer, and a Beastly creature was sitting on top of the roof, letting out loud, cruel sounds of enjoyment, like the brays of a donkey. The Beast looked sickeningly familiar. With a sinking feeling, Jackson realized why. Through the flaky, stinking, pale flesh, and behind the crazed, milky eyes, was her former Human. Sick, and non compos mentis. Shrieks of fear, and betrayed yips echoed from the back of her throat, as she danced away from the hungry, flickering flames, her long fur being snapped dangerously close by the slight breeze. Her long legs pranced, leaping, swaying, jumping atop the dog house, to desperately yanking on the chain that was rooted to the base of her dog house. One snap of a flame could shoot out a spark. A spark that could light the lawn of dry, yellow grass. Quickly, she ripped at the clumps of grass, tossing them away, trying to remove the flammable blades of dying plants from the longest radius of her chain, staked into the ground. She could hear the sound of her own cries, echoing down the street of the once beautiful, and peaceful neighborhood she lived in. "Help! Help! Please, anyone!"
Parker trotted down the darkened path, his egg-like head swaying from side to side, as if his own jazzy beat was stuck in his head. In fact, his whole body rocked back and forth, his tail flying around like a metronome to the beat so hard his hindquarters shok, his paws tip-tapping down the alley, and his chest puffed out and proud. Since the humans had gone mad, life had toughened for a streets-dog, but very little could get the big bull terrier down. He had conversed with other dogs that had taken to the street, but those were few and far between, and when he tried to trail their scent, it always cut off abruptly, or led him to a injured, sickened, or dying scrap of fur. He tried not to think of the corpses he had seen, littering the streets, some of cats, others of the natural wildlife, but most fallen, intoxicated, or deceased Beasts. That's what most of the dogs in the city had taken to calling the People, who were mere shadows of the people they were in their former life.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 19:37:59 GMT -5
[ sorry. i just got back to my dorm and i'm having some issue with my roomies. i've got some things to do before i can rp but i'll try and be on shortly.
my starters are about halfway complete so, if not tonight, i'll have them posted tomorrow. i'll be plenty active there on out. again, i apologize. this was just kind of unexpected. xp ]
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Post by lozi on Oct 2, 2016 19:45:24 GMT -5
[ sorry. i just got back to my dorm and i'm having some issue with my roomies. i've got some things to do before i can rp but i'll try and be on shortly.
my starters are about halfway complete so, if not tonight, i'll have them posted tomorrow. i'll be plenty active there on out. again, i apologize. this was just kind of unexpected. xp ] No worries! I understand! Thanks for letting me know. Don't worry your pretty mind about this, The Wilderness is supposed to be fun! I'm not really going to cut people for activity unless they have shown to be uncooperative, rude, illiterate, etc. The opposite of you Remember, roleplaying is supposed to be recreation, not obligation. ||
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 16:19:29 GMT -5
[ ptsp. i swear, i had everything finished and an error occurred. i can't even get a draft up. xp seriously. what even. ]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 16:22:54 GMT -5
[ seriously!! ehhh. alright. well, i'll probably just re-type noble's and save beau and brae's starters for later. this is frustrating. :/ ]
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