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Post by lozi on Oct 12, 2016 20:29:03 GMT -5
Невыносимая коммунизм I have a couple of characters open. I have: Rhapsody, a French Bulldog Sato, and Akita Max, a young Airedale Terrier, and Becker, a Basenji. You can take your pick if you need a partner. ||
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COMMUNIST ㅤㅤㅤㅤDICTATORㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤKEVIN
"ι need тнoѕe old people тo wнιѕper мy naмe wнen тнey dιe"
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Oct 12, 2016 20:50:57 GMT -5
Невыносимая коммунизм I have a couple of characters open. I have: Rhapsody, a French Bulldog Sato, and Akita Max, a young Airedale Terrier, and Becker, a Basenji. You can take your pick if you need a partner. || I actually don't care, use whoever you'd like
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Post by lozi on Oct 12, 2016 20:56:52 GMT -5
Scenting other dogs coming down the streets, Sato barked loudly. "Hey, over here! I need help! My People didn't untie me before they left. I've been stuck! Please don't go!" She didn't much like having to beg for help from unknown dogs, but she was desperate. Her tongue was swollen and cracked from lack of water, and she was panting almost every second of the day.
She had been laying down on her side, short of breath, as she normally was. However, now she was jumping and pulling against the leather prison-warden, the strip wrapped around a stake in the ground. Hoping they heard her, she paced back and forth, awaiting their arrival.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 22:44:12 GMT -5
Blitz yipped when she slammed into the other dog, tripping over her paws and flopping onto her side. The trees tilted with her, making her squint in confusion. Then, after a few moments of laying there, the black and white female rolled over onto her belly. She groaned as she shook her pelt out, "What the-" Had she hit a stump or maybe a tree? It wasn't until the pit bull behind her snarled his complaint that she even realized that she had collided with a dog. Her pelt heated at the accusation, but she stood on shaky legs and turned towards the irate male dog, determined to make the situation right. She wasn't bothered at all by his volatile personality and she let a calm smile grace her lips.
"I'm very sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going it seems," she kept her tone light but apologetic; amused yet submissive enough so that this intimidating dog wouldn't eat her in two bites. He was smaller than her, but his bones were thicker and his body more compact. He would easily best her in a fight for his body was built for combat while hers was meant for the chase. This fact didn't necessarily bother Blitz though as she was sure that he would not turn on her. Yes, she had cost him his dinner, but the gundog could easily pay him back for what was lost. Surely he could see that. Plus, he looked lonely in a way and was probably needing some company. The female smiled down at him, the fear of him melting into ease.
"I can repay you for the lost squirrel. I'm sure I can whip something up if just given a little time," her eyes shone with confideance, "I'm Blitz by the way. What's your name stranger?"
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Post by lozi on Oct 13, 2016 4:50:50 GMT -5
@shootforthestars
Edge to Blitz
The dog shook himself. This dog was not intimidated. He could make her intimidated if he wanted to, with a quick nip, but straightened up. There was no one to protect now, and she was not a threat. His cropped ears flicked forward as she spoke, and he analyzed her voice listening to the slightest sound of threat.
"My name is Edge. Nothing more, nothing less. I guess it is nice to meet you, Blitz." It had been a while since he had been with a dog, and wasn't attacking them, snarling and tearing at fur, locking his paws around his neck, and sinking his jaws in. All to protect his master. "Well maybe we should get going. If we work together, maybe we can get food faster." Raising his head to meet her eyes, he wrinkled his muzzle. "Mind you, I'm only working with you to get food because I haven't eaten in weeks."
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 13, 2016 16:57:41 GMT -5
(Hi! I am interested in joining, I just have a few questions. Is there a specific joining form I can use? And also, could I make a Tamaskan dog? )
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 13, 2016 17:01:03 GMT -5
(Also, could I have a character be patrol captain?)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 17:21:25 GMT -5
(Also, could I have a character be patrol captain?) Patrol Captain is taken, although you may be a medic. There is a medic position left, I believe.]]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 17:29:18 GMT -5
(Hi! I am interested in joining, I just have a few questions. Is there a specific joining form I can use? And also, could I make a Tamaskan dog? ) Check the joining page: wcrpforums.com/thread/11079/wilderness-joining-pageIt contains everything you need to know about joining, including the official application. When finished with your application, you may either send it in to @mongrel (me) or lozi or post it on the Joining Page. You may reserve the Medic position if you’d like, otherwise you will lose the spot if your application is rejected. As for the Tamaskan Dog question, yes, you may, but only if your dog is not deemed OP. What we see on the application influences our opinion as to the breed, so type wisely. Similarly wolfish and/or powerful breeds like Czechoslovakian Wolfdogs and Tibetan Mastiffs have a similar process.]]
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 13, 2016 17:32:31 GMT -5
(Okay, thank you! I'll look again. Could I have the remaining medic then please? I asked about the Tamaskan dog because it is a dog bred to look like a wolf, but contains no wolf bloodlines. )
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Post by lozi on Oct 13, 2016 17:34:56 GMT -5
As long as Mongrel is ok with it, having a Tamaskan is ok, as long as it isn't OP.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 17:36:45 GMT -5
(Okay, thank you! I'll look again. Could I have the remaining medic then please? I asked about the Tamaskan dog because it is a dog need to look like a wolf, but contains no wolf bloodlines. ) I edited my post. The answer is seen above.]]
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 13, 2016 17:37:12 GMT -5
(Awesome thanks! Sorry autocorrect put need instead of bred. I'll fix that. )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 17:41:43 GMT -5
As long as Mongrel is ok with it, having a Tamaskan is ok, as long as it isn't OP. Could you put that Storm has reserved the position? Also, I believe I reserved the Patrol Captain spot, thus you might need to add that.]]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 17:45:03 GMT -5
(Awesome thanks! Sorry autocorrect put need instead of bred. I'll fix that. ) Just to fill you in on the current setting, the dogs have just found out about Humanity’s downfall—notice the capital "H"—and are currently escaping their situations, whether they have been left tied up or are trapped in their houses. They are not a pack yet. Also, please make sure to read up the Glossary and Language pages before RPing. I’m sort of ashamed to say this, but it bugs me when people use Survivors terminology here. This RP has nothing to do with that series. I also have an advisory warning: This RP might contain blood, gore, violence, themes of cannibalism, et cetera (it will probably get worse as the plot progresses). If you’re sensitive to that kind of thing I wouldn’t mind if you asked not to feature that kind of stuff when RPing with you.]]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 17:51:25 GMT -5
[ hello. c:
i'm so sorry about all of this. my inactivity is not a very respectable thing considering i've promised multiple times to type up a reply. truth is, a few things have come up that is beyond my control and, before i can reply here, i've got to address them first. so what i'm saying is i need a short break. i will be back, if you'll have me, as i only expect to be gone a week, perhaps less. if it is fine by you, may i take this break without being penalized or would you rather i dropped this? i understand if you decide upon the latter and, again, i am sorry.
i have enjoyed this rp, however short my stay may have been, and would love to stick with it. i hope to see you all soon. c: ]
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 13, 2016 18:00:39 GMT -5
(Okay. Don't worry, I have seen shows with cannibalism and gore in it, and I've read creepypastas. I can handle that stuff )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 18:01:50 GMT -5
[ hello. c:
i'm so sorry about all of this. my inactivity is not a very respectable thing considering i've promised multiple times to type up a reply. truth is, a few things have come up that is beyond my control and, before i can reply here, i've got to address them first. so what i'm saying is i need a short break. i will be back, if you'll have me, as i only expect to be gone a week, perhaps less. if it is fine by you, may i take this break without being penalized or would you rather i dropped this? i understand if you decide upon the latter and, again, i am sorry.
i have enjoyed this rp, however short my stay may have been, and would love to stick with it. i hope to see you all soon. c: ] Since you’ve notified us beforehand, you will not be dropped. How long will you be gone? I know, given the capacity of the situation, that this is a difficult question to answer, but I need at least a rough estimate. If you have a character in a non-Recruit rank, he or she may need to be moved to Recruit. We can’t have vacancy in important ranks. When you return, your character will be demoted back to the rank in-RP (if it is available), but I cannot guarantee that all the spaces will not be taken. I hope life goes well for you.]]
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 13, 2016 18:02:42 GMT -5
(I'll get started on my forms. By the way, this is a very creative and well thought out roleplay. You guys did a good job making it. )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 18:04:36 GMT -5
(I'll get started on my forms. By the way, this is a very creative and well thought out roleplay. You guys did a good job making it. ) Thanks! 😀]]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 18:06:16 GMT -5
[ hello. c:
i'm so sorry about all of this. my inactivity is not a very respectable thing considering i've promised multiple times to type up a reply. truth is, a few things have come up that is beyond my control and, before i can reply here, i've got to address them first. so what i'm saying is i need a short break. i will be back, if you'll have me, as i only expect to be gone a week, perhaps less. if it is fine by you, may i take this break without being penalized or would you rather i dropped this? i understand if you decide upon the latter and, again, i am sorry.
i have enjoyed this rp, however short my stay may have been, and would love to stick with it. i hope to see you all soon. c: ] Since you’ve notified us beforehand, you will not be dropped. How long will you be gone? I know, given the capacity of the situation, that this is a difficult question to answer, but I need at least a rough estimate. If you have a character in a non-Recruit rank, he or she may need to be moved to Recruit. We can’t have vacancy in important ranks. When you return, your character will be demoted back to the rank in-RP (if it is available), but I cannot guarantee that all the spaces will not be taken. I hope life goes well for you.]] [ thank you. and i completely understand. i only expect to be gone a week, maybe less. it all just depends. if it does goes on any longer, i'll be sure to notify you or battle scars. ]
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 13, 2016 18:07:37 GMT -5
(Your welcome I also hope to improve my writing skills with you guys so I can write my fantasy book series that will be based on lions. I think I'm calling it Kings. )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 18:11:16 GMT -5
Brimstone nodded, relishing the idea of putting another human into a cage. Listening to him boast, he puffed out his own chest, and declared, "They once pitted me with a flock of roosters. It was insane, you should have seen the length of their spurs! They were so vicious and angry, it was like they had been thrown in a bath." He laughed, clearly enjoying bragging of his old fighting abilities. It was almost as if he was happy with his life, and with further investigation, it would be found that he knew no other life. There was no other life than the thrill of the kill, and the satisfaction of winning. And revenge. There was nothing more violent about this dog than his vengeful heart. He would cross the ocean to tear your throat if he found it would please him, even if it killed him to do it.
"There was another time when they put me up against this huge mastiff, name of Brutus. He nearly killed me, and if not for his laugh as he ripped into my hock, I would've died. If there's nothing that gets me to kill faster than a dog laughing at me, then I'd like to see it myself. I leapt right up with my bone showing through my hock, and tore his throat all the way through the jugular vein! And that time Driscoll pitted me against that fox, and wolf-dog hybrid. I worked with the wolf-dog, and as he made the killing blow on the fox, I crushed his spine, right in half. He couldn't do anything but watch me kill him, and take the last breath from his lungs... But enough about me, I want to hear about this Arabella. If there is anything I like better, it's revenge. Even if it's not for me, you seem like I would enjoy helping you taste some revenge."
He didn't know that Lad could possibly sense that he could meet the same fate of the wolf-dog, unless he befriended him. For now, however, Brimstone had no intention of harming Lad. Yet. “Mastiffs are easy,” claimed Lad. “Big, but clumsy. Make an unexpected move and you’ll have them. And roosters! I bet they’re all caw but no claw. I haven’t ever seen one, though, of course—at least not for long, because the ones I see, I eat. Foxes, too. Very funny animals.” He gave a judgmental, slightly frazzled pause at Brimstone’s next request: “I want to hear about this Arabella.” Why would he want to know about Arabella if she was so inferior to this Driscoll? Still, he had sparked the brute’s interest, and that quenched the bead of gregariousness that resided deep within him, among the haziest fruits of his keen mind to ever be. “Well, to start with,” recollected Lad, “she was a drunkard, which is to be expected among the betters and the gamblers of this world, I suppose.” Lad felt satisfied at his use of “this world.” How good it felt to dramatize the smaller things. Others might have thought badly of him for his annoying tendencies, but he didn’t care the slightest bit. “She had skin like that of a dried citrus and a sleazy bearing, even on the rare occasions that she wasn’t drunk. She had several other dogs—I could hear and smell them—all of whom she never kept up after—in fact, she deliberately neglected us, I could sense it—and whom she positively despised, even though we were her main source of income—well, to be accurate, gambling money. She had a pen, crate, closet or cupboard for each of us, and she only let us out to fight—she simply opened the door to feed us whatever she didn’t want: peelings, shavings, scraps, leftovers that had been left in the fridge for too long—a delicacy—and, worst of all, spoils. We were sometimes even given paper and pieces of moss that Arabella had found growing on the side of the building. We were otherwise left to our own devices, even to use the bathroom, so you can imagine how disgusting these small spaces were—gloomy and musty and dark, too. We often developed fevers—well, I did, I can only assume for the others—and were never cured. We were never exposed to other dogs for any other reason than to fight. I might have caught a vague glimpse of one or two average joes, though—a German shepherd and what looked like some sort of mongrel: Lucky was the name, although he wasn’t so lucky when I killed him in a “home fight,” as they had been dubbed by Arabella. You see, Arabella could never afford the privilege of classy, imported dogs; she had to settle for the ones she could either salvage from the local animal shelter for cheap or steal from their Safeguarded. “She was a dirty scoundrel—like the rest of them, even the good ones. I despise her, dead or alive.” He suddenly changed the topic. “I’m hungry. I’m getting some food. Not for you, of course—it’s every dog for himself around here. Meet me by that stop sign later.” He tipped his head toward the crooked totem beside them, a firetruck-read octagon perched atop its peak.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 13, 2016 18:15:09 GMT -5
(I am going to go eat dinner. When I return, I will work on my forms. )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 18:24:49 GMT -5
Since you’ve notified us beforehand, you will not be dropped. How long will you be gone? I know, given the capacity of the situation, that this is a difficult question to answer, but I need at least a rough estimate. If you have a character in a non-Recruit rank, he or she may need to be moved to Recruit. We can’t have vacancy in important ranks. When you return, your character will be demoted back to the rank in–RP (if it is available), but I cannot guarantee that all the spaces will not be taken. I hope life goes well for you.]] [ thank you. and i completely understand. i only expect to be gone a week, maybe less. it all just depends. if it does goes on any longer, i'll be sure to notify you or battle scars. ] Excellent.]]
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COMMUNIST ㅤㅤㅤㅤDICTATORㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤKEVIN
"ι need тнoѕe old people тo wнιѕper мy naмe wнen тнey dιe"
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Oct 13, 2016 20:31:54 GMT -5
Scenting other dogs coming down the streets, Sato barked loudly. "Hey, over here! I need help! My People didn't untie me before they left. I've been stuck! Please don't go!" She didn't much like having to beg for help from unknown dogs, but she was desperate. Her tongue was swollen and cracked from lack of water, and she was panting almost every second of the day.
She had been laying down on her side, short of breath, as she normally was. However, now she was jumping and pulling against the leather prison-warden, the strip wrapped around a stake in the ground. Hoping they heard her, she paced back and forth, awaiting their arrival. Evangelline // Lubov // Cherry The streets // Nighttime?
Their bays finally rested upon the ears of another; the pack of purebreds darting to find their caller. An Akita; worn from what hurt them all; was ensnared by her own leash. The Doberman was the one who took action; as she was strong enough to fight off the dog in case something turned sour.
"Are you alright?" The Shiba squeaked, her nose quivering at the scent of a street dog. Her mistress always warned the trio not to interfere with mutts other then themselves; but one had to stick together to survive this ordeal.
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Post by lozi on Oct 13, 2016 21:00:18 GMT -5
@blackbird and ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ you have to be more active to keep your higher ranks. If you do not return soon, your characters will be demoted. || EDIT: Cryptic, I just saw your other post. My bad. ||
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 21:24:05 GMT -5
@blackbird and ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ you have to be more active to keep your higher ranks. If you do not return soon, your characters will be demoted. || EDIT: Cryptic, I just saw your other post. My bad. || I second this. You cannot apply, be accepted, and then flunk out without warning. If you don’t return soon, ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ, we will clear your spot.]]
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Post by lozi on Oct 13, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -5
@mongrel Hearing the dog was leaving, he growled. "every dog for himself!? I should've just left you in the pit, anyways." He turned, his long feathery tail lashing back and forth. He trotted off, heading for the main city, clearly not wanting to hunt for fear of injuring his leg anymore. He licked his leg, and then disappeared with a swish of his tail.
He was ready for some food, and doubted that much would be good for eating, since it had been weeks since the People had been alive. Heading for a place that smelled strongly of food, he sniffed the air. The doors opened upon his nearing, and he trotted in. Most of the foods near the front were spoiled, and smelled earthy, and were leafy. Yuck. Trust a Human to eat that kind of trash. Trotting farther back, he found a section of meat. Grabbing what felt foamy in his mouth, he tore at the plastic wrapping. Instantly a sour taste hit his nose, and he sputtered, spewing maggots from his mouth. He hacked, the larva spewing from his mouth. When the last had been discharged, he continued on his search.
Sniffing the air, he headed towards a cold-box, nosing it open. Inside, there were boxes, with pictures on them. One looked like a rooster he had fought, without spurs, and without the funny red webbing on their head. Grabbing it, he crunched on it, but it was frozen. He'd have to thaw it. Grabbing a couple more, he trotted contentedly out of the store, letting the doors shut on their own behind him.
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Sato whimpered, calling out louder. "I'm over here! Please help, I'm tied down and I don't have any water. Please bring water!" Fear made her voice pitch her tone squeaky and unsure. Panting from the exertion of calling so loud, her lungs felt as if the air she sucked in was burning her lungs to the core. She struggled to her feet, allowing herself the slightest ray of hope. Maybe she wouldn't die this time after all. She blinked happily, letting her dry lids moisten her dark eyes.
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