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 Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 8:19 pm
I've decided to try this one...
Though I'd like it to be a one on one, but I could make exceptions of maybe one or two more people.
Of course I love people to join me.
So by all means, please do join me on this rp.
Normal rules apply. Romance is optional, and well, why wouldn't it be?
This is a romance rp after all...
Please PM me and let me know your joining, just tell me you want to.
This is a fantasy romance, so all your normal night creatures apply as well.
The setting is, I think I'll try a medieval setting just for the hell of it...
Please post this on the board:
Name:
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 9:26 pm
Name: Annarose Nickname: Anna Age: 215 Gender: F Species: Werewolf Bio: She was 15 when she was bit by a wolf. When she was found out her family turned her in and the clan exiled her and now she wanders. She doesn't stay in one spot for long. Pic/Characteristics: Her other form is just the anthro. Human:  Anthro: 
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 9:38 pm
Her blue-green eyes watched the metal mug in her hand and her sharp hearing listened to the drunken voices in the pub. The hood of her hunter green cloak hid her in it's shadow. And a right thing too, for there were many who detested a gypsy in their midst and she wasn't about to give it away less someone accidentally found out. She would most likely be forced to leave, but she didn't plan on leaving any time soon.
Her auburn hair hid most of her face as well. It's soft curls drooping and framing her chiseled, high cheek boned face. A mystical face. She took a sip of the stale booze and decided best to let it go to waste than let someone slip her another or better yet, her getting another. Anna looked out the dusty window to see her most trusted friend and steed still waiting outside for her. The Black Vanner had been with her since she were a child. A present from a most loved friend. The Vanner's name was Hilde, a fitting name she thought.
Hilde was loyal and smart, with a whistle she would be able to call him should anything arise inside the pub. Those piercing blue-green eyes went back to her pint. Man this was getting tiresome. The town with which she was in, a little and not to mention highly enthusiastic about an up coming fair, was just another temporary stay. Though the fair sounded pretty good to her. A chance to get some pocket money. Though she didn't really need it, after all she was a werewolf. And if she needed food she could hunt.
The bright sun wasn't enough to pierce the dusty window, but when the door opened and closed as another drunk went out, it gave her a glance around the room to it's contents. Bar maids and field's men was all that occupied the tavern. And one gypsy. She shifted slightly in her wooden stool, a little uncomfortably at that. And her delicate hand rose up to rub at the side of her neck, to the right, and again rubbing it. There was three scars, long slashes, in the skin though not too wide. Easily hidden beneath her blouse. But still haunting. The scars of her 15th summer, scars she'll never forget.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 4:10 pm
The Night before last, her hunt had been a failure. Golden green eyes scanning the dark forest, slumbering in the night all but the trees as their tops waved in the gentle breeze. Her long black mane danced behind her as she ran on all fours, her tail trailing behind her as she caught the scent of prey. A group of deer, sleeping peacefully. The rough pads of her giant paws making soft whisps of dust follow each step.
She had thought she caught one, as a hunter had ran into the group and began spraying his arrows everywhere. She got one in her arm, but she quickly brought him down and took his blood instead of the deers. Which they had all scattered and ran off by then. She was only half full, and she needed more for the journey the next day, and had to suffice in being half hungry. Her wound healed with sleep. But when she awoke she was very tired and still hungry.
And there she made her journey to the pub. And sitting there, she cleaned the rest of her stale booze and decided she would shop for a little bit. She left money on the table and stood, pushing through the door and into the bright sunlight of the high noon. She browsed the stalls looking at trinkets and bought some feed for her horse. She then moved on to a weapons blacksmith, and looked at his things.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 6:18 pm
Name: Altaire Lebouvre
Age: 582
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Bio: When he fell from heaven, his wings became black. He was banished forever, never to return. He had been a disgrace. Now, he roams the earth alone.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 7:00 pm
Name: Llathor ( Llath for short) Age: 129 (looks to be about 18-19 in human years though) Gender: Male Species: Dark Elf (drow) Bio: Always the loner from the start, Llathor has seen many places on the surface world. He trusts no one because of his past experiences with his drow family. At a tender age, he ran away from his murdering family to keep from being killed. He is a master at the sword and loves the nature. He has an enchantment on his skin so that he looks like a surface elf, but occassionally, the spell slips or he disspells it himself temporarily. Pic/Characteristics: Llathor, drow formSurface form: Llathor, surface formName: Silvara Age: 125 (looks to be about 18 in human years though) Gender: Female Species: Dark Elf (drow) Bio: Born just below the surface, Silvara never seemed to fit in. She knew she was different from the rest of her clan, that she was a darker color, but yet more light-hearted. She was a freak compared to her peers. She knew that her clan's ways were wrong: killing, raiding, murdering, stealing, ect. Silvara ran away to the surface world and just to fit in, cast an enchantment on herself to look like a regular elf. Occasionally, the spell slips, or she disspells it, for she is slightly uncomfortable under the golden skin of a surface elf. Pic/Characteristics: Surface elf form: SilvaraDark elf form: Silvara, drow color
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 8:11 pm
Cerulean eyes flickered slightly at the cold atmosphere, but the owner of these eyes barely flinched. Eyes that had seen decades and decades of pain, torture, and merciless masacre, now swept over the green, tree covered landscape of which he was not familiar with. His eyes were used to barren lands filled with sand. But now, he had no idea where he was.
Deep, midnight black feathered wings twitched restlessly and covered his back, acting as a cape. Altaire shifted and jumped from the branch he was perched on and landed with a dull and muffled thud on the thick moss. He bent down to run his agile fingers over the green life and straightened as his sensitive ears heard the soft padding of wildlife.
Altaire jumped into another tree and retracted his wings, moving though the treetops.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 8:44 pm
Her blue-green eyes searched the endless stalls, which seemed to only loop around and around in a long circle. Her mind racing with thoughts of how much she should spend and what was necessary. Anna could only guess at the familiar weight in her hand, that was housed in a soft velvety purse. She carried it, well knowing that people would try to steal it should it be attached to her hip.
Anna listened to the sounds around her, drifting voices, loud and demanding, to the forest in front of her with it's sounds. Distant footsteps of animals and the occasional song of a bird. Her nose brought her the tartness of dung, and the stale smell of booze and the hard iron taste of the blacksmith. It could be great in the life of a werewolf, except when you were being hunted. She hated that the most.
Anna went back to her horse, giving him the feed she bought. Which he munched on happily as she led him into the woods. She needed to find a hidden place to camp for the night. She found a small stream and set her things there, laying out an area to lay and a hole for her fire. Undoing Hilde's bridle, she took off his saddle and blanket as well, letting him roam around the camp to munch on the grass and moss.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 10:27 am
Green light filtered down from above the canopy of emerald leaves. Draped over a limb of a tree was the still form of an elf. Her silvery hair fell across her shoulders and glimmered in the sun. Her scarlet eyes slowly scanned her surroundings for the hundredth time. Silvara shifted for the first time in hours. She watched with lazy interest as a squirrel descended to her branch and nibbled on an acorn.
"Hello, little fella." The squirrel glanced up, but continued to nibble on his meal. The elf cocked her head, but went on with her lazy afternoon. Her golden skin shimmered and faded for a split second, revealing obsidian skin instead. The drow suddenly started to descend the tree, startling the squirrel into dropping his nut. She frowned and tossed it back up to him and waved. The black skin blended back into gold as Silvara muttered a few words. Time to wander again.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 1:33 pm
As she sat in her nice padded spot on the ground, her nose picked up the smells of an elf and the distant smell of a male, but she had never scented anything like it before. Curiosity was itching at her, and she thought about it for a moment before she called to the beast within, asking to use it's power to hide her in the day as she went in search of this interesting new scent.
In her mind, the beast growled but was also interested. In both scents no doubt. She stirpped down out of her silken skirt and corset, letting the cloak hang on her shoulders undone as she felt her body heat up with the transformation. Fur covered her body, no longer auburn but a much darker, black-brown and her eyes were golden and gright against the darker pitch of her fur.
He mane hung to midback. Her vision had narrowed in the new vision of the wolf, and her huge paws soon tore at the earth as she gathered speed, running on all fours to find the scents. There were many powers still yet to learn with her werewolf being. She had tried out jumping from great heights to even trying to converge a wolf tail in human form. It worked some of the time, but she needed practice.
Anna looked around as she got closer to the first scent, the elf. She slowed to a stalk, nose to the ground. Her wolf form was rather large, but a little less than her Gypsy Vanner, Hilde. He was about 16 hands tall, and she was about 14.5 hands high on all fours. A good size for a werewolf. Though it hardened her heart that she hadn't found any others of her kind, she knew they were out there though. Anna huffed as she looked around, eyes squinting against the sun.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 6:34 pm
Crimson orbs scanned the surrounding tree trunks. Something was there, but that something wasn't visable. A powerful smell of danger had alerted the elf, but curiosity kept her from bolting back up her tree like the squirrel who, undoubtedly, was still chewing on his newly recovered nut. Disappointed, Silvara stepped out of the bushes, but decided to stick around, in case the thing that had bothered her showed up.
The light was starting to diminish. It must be evening. Supper. Which means I'm hunting tonight. Silvara grabbed her bow from its perch in a tree limb and buckled on her quiver. Time to hunt.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:51 pm
Anna padded around a large oak, sniffing the ground then the air. Her golden eyes scanning the area around her. She picked up the sounds of someone moving, and with a soft growl she stalked closer to it, head down ears forward. The elf was close by, she could feel it. Her sensitive paws picked up the footsteps.
Turning around another tree, she stopped suddenly. The scent was very strong here. She looked around till she spotted the person, a female elf was what she had found. She moved as quietly as her large body would allow her, till she was beside the tree staring at the quiver being strung. Anna dared not breathe for fear of being heard, she had gathered enough scars on her arms and legs from such weapons, and didn't want another.
Her ears twitched and swiveled to listen alertly. 'Am I close to another village?' she thought, her eyes narrowing as she looked the woman up and down. Besides the town she had just come from earlier, she wondered if there were elven cities around still.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 8:09 pm
Silvara focused on finding food. She shook her head as she heard no sounds of animals, not even her squirrel friend. Glancing upward, she saw that the squirrel had left her all alone in the forest.
"Probably going to have to find some fruits of some kind tonight... The deer haven't been running well lately," she said to nobody in particular. She sighed as she considered disspelling the spell that caused her skin to stay golden. "Might as well. The deer won't see me as well..." She muttered a few words and the golden hue faded to be replaced by midnight black. "Wouldn't be surprised if a hunter came out and tried to kill me for being a drow..." she muttered. "Good thing my accent is gone... I think..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 10:41 pm
Anna watched the female's skin change color, and her lips curled a little in a silent snarl. She should have been used to the changes how ever, for she had seen many of it in her home clan. Though this was new. She had never seen a drow before. Her ears went back, and as she moved around the tree for a better view of the changes, her paw crushed a stick making it pop.
She froze, not daring to make another sound. What if she was found out? Would she get away fast enough from those deadly arrows? Her tail swayed behind her, eyes darting from the spot she used to be to her paws, to the tree again.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 5:17 am
At the sound of a stick snapping, Silvara looked up, fear lingering in her eyes. "The hunters?" she whispered. She glanced around, her heart pounding in her chest. If hunters had spotted her, then she'd be dead faster than she could blink, a pincushion made with arrows. She strapped the bow to her back and climbed the tree as quickly as any squirrel. She sat hidden by the many leaves of the tree and scanned the area. I don't really sense any oncoming danger...
"I just might live on nuts and berries tonight... I don't want to risk getting killed by whatever's out there... Used to be that I'd go and hunt it down, but I guess I became paranoid after that one incident with the village townspeople..." she said aloud. I really wish I had someone real to talk to...
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