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Role-playing example [doesn't have to be related to wolves. Please make it at least 3 paragraphs long with five sentences to each paragraph]:
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Requiem Wolf Packs
Here is my role-playing example as well: [you don't have to actually read it, it's just so you understand the experience required]
Simmering life metaphorically represented by intaken breaths. Plumes of hot vapor unfurled in the twilight, hovering delicately like a lost soul. The silver eye radiated upon that lone figure sauntering around in a large clearing. The figure. . .clothed in the elegant swathe of a rather short yet lithe she-wolf moved in strange patterns. An observer might judge her as possessed or completely stupid. But if they had even one brief sentence exchange, it would be obvious that both were completely false. First she would trample in one direction, breaking and shattering the branches off of the farouche amenities of the forest. Within about ten minutes time, the fae would sprint back to the center and repeat in another direction. A long while ago, near the beginning of this madness, her eccentric behavior frightened off the previous nocturnal hosts within nearby dwellings. But before you believe that all lay in complete silence, the atmosphere undulated with vicious growling and whispers from the psychotic fae.
No longer am I going to be a puppet in the hands of that b***h! It's pure comedy how they think I'm completely ignorant and timid. If I see a shadow of one hair of them, their victuals will be spread across the land.
And so on.
Within two hours, she stopped, her lightning yellow eyes roving with anger as her lips curved back into a frozen snarl. For such a small creature of her kind, the stone hued fire of her hackles and bulging outline of muscles and tendons proved to be terrifying. Checking her work one last time, she trotted over to a fresh puddle of mud. Twitching ears and tail in acute agitation, Taboo sighed before dousing her whole body in the mire. Rolling over until entirely covered, she rose up as her countenance transformed into one of epic embarrassment. Quickly she created a new path as she bolted back into the forest.
Twisting and turning with desperation, Taboo lunged with all her encroached power into a snaking river. The vulpess loved the cool liquid washing away the filth coating her magnificent, shimmering fur. Satisfied with her accomplished work, she gazed up at the starlit night.
It was a phrase that suited her a little too well. Taboo revealed deep distaste for anything that could describe her. One of her desires braided with the idea of individuality. This wolf did not want to be replicated, imitated, or copied. Now naked and serene in the evening starting to fade fast into dawn, it was easy to realize that she was indeed attractive. Some might venture into the description 'beautiful,' but Taboo held contempt for shallow compliments. Intelligence and a strong mentality retained a stronger fidelity to her.
Back to evaluating Taboo's appearance. As noted previously, she was comparatively short, her body comparatively elongated. Her pelt fell sleek against her skin. For her traditional breeding of the grey wolf [with some unimportant breeds thrown into the mix considering its far too difficult to stay completely pure bred] her deep charcoal hues exotically differentiated from the typical lighter neutral tones. Taboo displayed intriguing monochromatic tones. Yet the most interesting physical characteristic was a design winding up her back left leg and onto her flank. The artwork took shape of a slender snake with its lethal jaws stretched open and menacing tongue lashing forward. All of it was done with scarring, an obvious ensign of some sort. Many curious visitors stopped her by, asking about the secrets and origin of the tattoo. But their only answer was an intense glare and a proud exit. Although most of them were deeply offended by her response, they all couldn't help but admire such a spectacle.
Standing there with her maw exulting the open heavens, the temptation to dedicate a melody coursed strongly within the anatomical streams of her body. Parting her jowls only a little, Taboo sung a surprisingly deep, rich sound that rolled downward in pitch before rising to a climax. In that moment she basked in gratitude towards existence. Her life composed of no regrets, and because of that decision, Taboo could lift her crown confidentially and with a profound peace that bound all living things to the earth. Overflowing with zesty vivaciousness, the fatale once again launched into motion, her body becoming fluid and intangible. Much time passed since she experience this type of freedom.
As she ran into the cloak of the sun, her thoughts cycled over the last several generations. Within a short period, natural deluded into unnatural and unnatural became familiar. Wolves, canines, all sorts of animals mutated themselves against earthly laws to achieve a demented sort of immortality. And although Taboo herself enjoyed sweet sinfulness and rebellion, she reverenced her natural state and the earth. That trait alone raised Taboo on a rare pedestal considering that sort of sacrilegious degeneration is exactly what she was birthed into. Her family wanted her to be a monster, warped by something more evil than hell. And though she escaped to make her own choices, a darker side dwelled within her with a terrible thirst to reign.
Interested? Well PM me a response with the filled out form, and I'll either tell you to sign up or give you ideas on how to improve so you can join.
We are very friendly, but this hasn't quite open up to the public yet, that is why I'm creating this system to see if you're skilled enough.
· Tue Nov 10, 2009 @ 09:06pm · 0 Comments