Post by _Shinx_ on Jan 8, 2017 0:48:49 GMT -5
In the Country
This roleplay takes place in the 1920s in a large forest where the merest town is fourty-eight miles away.
This is is a country/hunting roleplay and characters may hunt whatever they like, though coon, fix or deer hunting would be ideal since they all take place relatively around November to the new year.
Try to keep cursing to a minimum, don't be rude ooc and have fun.
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(Quick note, I garuntee my posts won't be as long as this XD )
Three sets of Amber eyes store forward into the forest, the glimmer of determination hard in their eyes, though they didn't go without the sparkle of excitement. Two male English Foxhounds flanked one female English Foxhound. Her her pelt was a ginger-beige the head and ears blotched with black. Most her entire back was charcoal black, dipping down on her flank, further at the center toward the stomach. Her tail was all black, tipped white at the very end like the moon in a night sky. Her muzzle, chest, belly and bottom half of her legs were white. The two boys were nearly identical with beautiful red faces and muzzle, half of the muzzle white. The top of their heads were black, a stripe running down to their dark noses and a splotch of the beautiful red marked the head next to the black ears. Their bodies were a snowy white, the back half of their backs were black fur and went down their flanks. The hound on to the left of the girl had a white tail tipped black and red. The boy to the right of the girl had a red tail with a messy black tip and deep red toes. Their pelts were unmarked, yet to feel the pierce of a fox's claws. The male to the left was Luck and the male to the right was Clover. The female, her name was Ray. Those three pups had started their training at two months old and now they were a year old, the prime age to begin their hunting. A girl stood behind the three dogs. She wasn't wearing a cotton dress like her mother and sister nor was she wearing overalls like her late father. She wore denim shorts made from old jeans and scraps from overalls. The shorts were lined with rabbit fur, the sewing done by hand, but they fit and the seams never came loose. She wasn't very handy with a needle and thread, so naturally, her mother had sewn it together for her. She had honey-blonde hair, messy and laying loosely against her back. She wore a white, cotton button-down with sleeves that went just past her elbows, but she folded up the fabric to stay above them. This, she had bought from the store about three miles away from her house. Her family owned a hefty amount of land in this forest, but that didn't mean they were wealthy, no. They were far from it. Even so, she had helped her mother with the chores and farming. Her mother had to go up to the town less than a year ago and when she came down she had three foxhounds. They had been 65 dollars all together, a hefty price, but it had been nearing her birthday and she didn't even want anything come winter. The girl held a knife in her hand, the blade recently sharpened. She brought a hand into her hair and gathered it. Holding it up, she brought the blade through her hair, cutting it to pixie-length. She dropped the hair to the floor and tucked the knife in its sheath next to her hand gun. Her mother wouldn't even let her go near her late father's old rifle, let alone shoot one, so the girl was downgraded to a hand gun with a microscope for better accuracy. Mother said it'd been passed down from the boys of the family. She couldn't help but laugh at this memory. "I guess me, Alexia, am an honorary boy." Despite the joke, if she were to have a grime and mud on her face and hands accompanied by her flat chest, she was sure to be mistaken as a boy, especially now with her hair cut short. She had an empty gunny sack tied to the other side of her belt, opposite of he gun and knife. The sack was empty and would fit three fox skins.
This roleplay takes place in the 1920s in a large forest where the merest town is fourty-eight miles away.
This is is a country/hunting roleplay and characters may hunt whatever they like, though coon, fix or deer hunting would be ideal since they all take place relatively around November to the new year.
Try to keep cursing to a minimum, don't be rude ooc and have fun.
--
(Quick note, I garuntee my posts won't be as long as this XD )
Three sets of Amber eyes store forward into the forest, the glimmer of determination hard in their eyes, though they didn't go without the sparkle of excitement. Two male English Foxhounds flanked one female English Foxhound. Her her pelt was a ginger-beige the head and ears blotched with black. Most her entire back was charcoal black, dipping down on her flank, further at the center toward the stomach. Her tail was all black, tipped white at the very end like the moon in a night sky. Her muzzle, chest, belly and bottom half of her legs were white. The two boys were nearly identical with beautiful red faces and muzzle, half of the muzzle white. The top of their heads were black, a stripe running down to their dark noses and a splotch of the beautiful red marked the head next to the black ears. Their bodies were a snowy white, the back half of their backs were black fur and went down their flanks. The hound on to the left of the girl had a white tail tipped black and red. The boy to the right of the girl had a red tail with a messy black tip and deep red toes. Their pelts were unmarked, yet to feel the pierce of a fox's claws. The male to the left was Luck and the male to the right was Clover. The female, her name was Ray. Those three pups had started their training at two months old and now they were a year old, the prime age to begin their hunting. A girl stood behind the three dogs. She wasn't wearing a cotton dress like her mother and sister nor was she wearing overalls like her late father. She wore denim shorts made from old jeans and scraps from overalls. The shorts were lined with rabbit fur, the sewing done by hand, but they fit and the seams never came loose. She wasn't very handy with a needle and thread, so naturally, her mother had sewn it together for her. She had honey-blonde hair, messy and laying loosely against her back. She wore a white, cotton button-down with sleeves that went just past her elbows, but she folded up the fabric to stay above them. This, she had bought from the store about three miles away from her house. Her family owned a hefty amount of land in this forest, but that didn't mean they were wealthy, no. They were far from it. Even so, she had helped her mother with the chores and farming. Her mother had to go up to the town less than a year ago and when she came down she had three foxhounds. They had been 65 dollars all together, a hefty price, but it had been nearing her birthday and she didn't even want anything come winter. The girl held a knife in her hand, the blade recently sharpened. She brought a hand into her hair and gathered it. Holding it up, she brought the blade through her hair, cutting it to pixie-length. She dropped the hair to the floor and tucked the knife in its sheath next to her hand gun. Her mother wouldn't even let her go near her late father's old rifle, let alone shoot one, so the girl was downgraded to a hand gun with a microscope for better accuracy. Mother said it'd been passed down from the boys of the family. She couldn't help but laugh at this memory. "I guess me, Alexia, am an honorary boy." Despite the joke, if she were to have a grime and mud on her face and hands accompanied by her flat chest, she was sure to be mistaken as a boy, especially now with her hair cut short. She had an empty gunny sack tied to the other side of her belt, opposite of he gun and knife. The sack was empty and would fit three fox skins.