Spirits of the Wild « Result #1 on Nov 15, 2008, 9:44pm »
There is a lone whinney that brakes across the empty sky like a dagger cutting through silk. The crow calls and greets the gray morning. The whinney was from the lambrums of a lone equine-creature. Its smooth charcoal tinted wrapping glinted against the slight sunlight that managed to shine through the clouds that hung like banners in the sky. The animals turned its mighty visage to the sky, the atmosphere was humid, smelled of rain. Yes, rain was on its way. It whipped his black-hued flyer and scuffed at the grass with a flint. The powerful being rose onto its hind shanks and let out a call, a call to all those who thought it challenging, who thought it an intruder, who thought it menacing. A smirk played against its velvet kissers, for maybe it was all of these terrible adjectives strung together. But, of course, you had to be to survive in a place such as this. But, don'tunder estimate the warmness any creature can hold within its soul. It sounded another call, a softer call, at the touched its front pillars back to the geography. This time, it called to one who thought it good,. thought it beautiful, thought it worthy enough to be in their company. Yes, yes it had been alone for so long there had to be someone, anyone out there who could show it the meaning of a herd, a family, the meaning of... Love? Oh, that silly little words. It was such a little word for such a big emotion. It seemed to not do it justice. No, no not all. Suddenly, with an erratic burst of speed, the animal sped off into the morning mist, its well-oiled muscling rippling like little waves under its pelt, it slid to a sudden halt as the promised rain began to fall, spattering its coat with darker flecks. It shook its dial, dreds flying wildly, mingling with the falling rain. Is this what it was meant when that word "wild" was uttered from others' lips?
True Destiny Cats « Result #2 on Sept 16, 2008, 4:12pm »
The clans have never truly been peaceful, not for many moons. They, living in close quarters, have always had to deal and fight eachother for land and prey. Despite the constant struggle for survival, the Clans have been alright.
Up until now...
The four Clans
SummerClan, the bravest, most open of cats- SpringClan, the most outgoing- AutumnClan, least trustful- and WinterClan, the logical planners-
Three deputies, three medicine cats and all four apprentices are still open for active members only!
Demigods rpg « Result #3 on Sept 10, 2008, 4:05pm »
please click the pic of Mark to get to the site.
Here is a little bit from our current plot, where Raiders are attacking Atlantis:
Mark bowed at the foot of his fathers throne. He kept his eyes on his father. He felt the god's gaze sweep over him. His father wanted him to tell the Raider's the way to Atlantis and give them information on their weaknesses. "Take the message, Mark." Hades voice echoed. He nodded obediently and left the underworld, flying up into the sky. He saw the many large ships. He lighted down by the lead sailor. The sailor led him down under the ship, into a cargo hold. Mark told the person the information he wanted. Mark ran swiftly, a blur, and pinned the sailor, who was name Rimmner, against the wall, placing a knife up against Rimmner's throat. "Messenger service isn't free." He said. The sailor, rather than being in fear, just smiled, reavealing two rows of uneven and missing teeth. "I know." The raider smiled, laughing. Mocking. Mark pressed the knife harder, causing Rimmner to bleed.
Mystic Wolves; An Elemental Wolf Role-play « Result #4 on Aug 25, 2008, 9:09pm »
Sterling Creek || Shadow Valley || Bleeding River || Three packs. Eight elements. One mystery
The war has ended and the Crown of Seven has been created, seven pillars each with their own color holding an elemental within. They now stand as a memory of the dead and hope for a future led by Light. A meteor shower is fast approaching the packlands and it is a night of celebration and a night when the packs can come together and celebrate all they've go to look forward to. While they celebrate however, their creators, Lifeseeker and her consort Deathwatch are growing restless. They have been forgotten by time and once more mortal wolves have become ignorant and believe themselves more powerful then any other being now that they've beaten the elemental pups of Deathwatch and Lifeseeker.
Within Deathwatch's domain, the spirits of the fallen are also restless and worried. During the meteor shower, six spirits escape and flee back to the mortal realms. These spirits appear as Shades to four living wolves. In daylight they appear as smoky wolf forms with burning red eyes while in moonlight they appear as they did in life. The Chosen Wolves with the power to see the Shades must find the Shades and figure out their message and where they come from and why they've come to the mortal lands. Normal wolves feel their fur prickle in the forest, as though someone is watching them. Others feel intense cold but there are no Ice elementals around.
Why have these spirits come back? What do they want and why can they only speak of legends and riddles?
The Garden of Eden « Result #5 on Aug 8, 2008, 1:14am »
In the garden of eden honey, don'tcha know that I love you? In the garden of eden baby, don'tcha know that I'll always be true? Oh won'tcha come with me, and take my hand? Oh won'tcha come with me, and walk this land?
The Immortals
Vampire Regents
Lightning flashed before a pair of copper eyes watching the landscape from behind the windows glass. “Times are changing.” The blonde haired creature drawled, earning a chuckle from behind. ”You’ve been saying that for the past decade.” The other spoke, now standing beside the older creature. This time it was older creatures turn to laugh, it echoed throughout the whole study. ”Believe what you will, but something’s not right.” He spoke lowly. Rafail smirked, his hands tightening around the handle of the long katana. Even if he had to breath his breaths would have been regular instead of irregular like they should be with this sort of task. ”I think this time your on to something” Came the low growl of Rafail. It was over in mere minutes, Rafail easily beheaded the older Vampire making himself the new leader of the Nest, the way he wanted it.
Vampire blood covered his white shirt and jeans as he trudged his way back to the group waiting in the ball room. Tossing the katana off to the side he leaned forward on the banister his bronze eyes glaring down on the group. ”He’s no more.” Rafail said pushing his dark mop off his face. ”We may go our separate ways. But,” He started his voice becoming harsh and cold, ”If any of you attempt a stunt like that, I’ll have your heads” and with that he turned, walking back out the door he entered. Half the Nest following him while the others remained. *NOTE: The nest was split into the Tartarus and Cerberus Nests
Strigoi
I can’t believe your not worried about co existence! hissed a newbie, causing Kisslinger to smirk but cast her eyes on Banica. Silence lingered over the two for minutes. Because, we my dear have nothing to worry about Kisslinger said running her fingers through her hair, placing her feet upon her desk resting without a care. I can’t believe you don’t care about our well being! Banica hissed, her fist landing hard on the wall in front of her. The other girls features instantly harding, only increasing the beauty on her pale skin. Her eyes narrowed on the younger creature. Out! Get out! You think you can do a better job? Then leave and take the rest of the unsure with you. Kisslinger growled, with one swift movement she was standing infront of Banica glaring down at her I don’t want you gone by morning She said quietly while the younger of the two fled the room, allowing the remaining girl to calm and stare out the window. Doubt me, ha! I know what I’m doing She said quietly to herself as a slender finger traced designs on the fogging window. *NOTE: The nest of the Furies was split leaving the Furies and Sirens
Vrykolakas
Hearing the door to his study slam, Xanthis turned ready to growl at the intruder, but instead smiled. What do I owe this visit to? He asked clasping his hands behind his back. Well, I’ve a concern. We’re the smallest of the other Nests. Lekkas started his eyes studying the deep mauve carpeting, We need to find more He added a little wiry of the creature before him. I’ve given that some thought Lekkas, I think your right. Xanthis said walking over towards the wooden cabinet, pulling out a class vase like container which held glistining red liquid pouring himself and the other a glass. But I’m afraid that to do so, we must split and scour the lands for more. He said, a small hint of disappointment in his words, the two had been partners since the turn of the century. We will come together once again Lekkas assured finishing off his drink as if it were to be some sort of Wine. I’ll leave in the morning. He placed his empty glass on the near by desk, looked back once and head for the door he entered moments before, gone as quickly as he had come. *NOTE: The two nest are now Morpheus and Ares
Mortals
Slayers Aitken! A shirll female voice hollered echoing throughout the large hideout. She was panting, the extra weight of the other upon her shoulder finally putting a strain on the young woman. What is it now Wolff! A male voice answered, there was annoyance in his voice. Don’t! Give me that tone She hissed as he came around the corner, stopping not longer after he appeared. nuts he muttered coming to her aid, helping with the barely breathing body. We were attacked. I told you he wasn’t ready. But you insisted. Now what do I tell his sister? She hissed yet again, her tone rising. I-I he was ready Aitken growled in response as they placed the body on the floor. She starred down at the limp form, eyes flashing towards the older man frequently. You need to be more cautious! he finally spoke, chastising her. Me? Me? She said, standing and advancing on him, I’ve had it! You don’t care about our well being. I’m spliting and when you have no one left, don’t come crying to me! She hissed through gritted teeth turning on her heel. She stormed off out the door not giving him a chance to retort. She was determined to fight off the Vampires with experience instead of sheer luck. *NOTE: The two Slayer covens are Achilles and Cronos
Desolate Academy « Result #7 on Jul 13, 2008, 4:29am »
Desolate Academy of Magical Mankind Role Play Site New Members Welcome
In need of mostly All professors and staff
Based in: Aradena, Crete
Desolate Academy is a free range role play site. Yes we stick to the basic information such as you can't go killing of some one else's character without their permission, but we don't want to constrict you with a rope binding plot.
Events!
SCHOOL Quidditch Tryouts began on July 6th All applying professors should have their applications in by August 6th. Term will begin on August 10th!!! All students should have completed their applications in order to receive bonus points for their Dimension (house).
SITE We now have a Government for the Cretan magical community, jobs are also open! The Wizarding community of Aradena is also open, shoppes, homes, and more!
all affliate buttons must be 81x33! But above all, they must have thought! I will not accept an afffliate that is the exact replica of another, or still has the original proboards/conforums/invisionfree template !
Official Advertisement « Result #9 on Jul 2, 2008, 3:58pm »
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Glee -- The great storm is over -- Four -- have recovered the Land -- Forty -- gone down together -- Into the boiling Sand --
Ring -- for the Scant Salvation -- Toll -- for the bonnie Souls -- Neighbor -- and friend -- and Bridegroom -- Spinning upon the Shoals --
How they will tell the Story -- When Winter shake the Door -- Till the Children urge -- But the Forty -- Did they -- come back no more?
Then a softness -- suffuse the Story -- And a silence -- the Teller's eye -- And the Children -- no further question -- And only the Sea -- reply --
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[size=1] Somewhere in 2001 a cruiseship is tossed by vigorous waves and fear-stricken by a ruthless hurricane in the Caribean. At once the passengers one by one, rebel, throwing all loyal the loyal others, off the deck and into the water. Only a few survived and make it to shore. Te rest still on the boat have manned the wheel and sailed away, only to be sunk by the tide.
The remainders got to shore, the 100 thrown offboard count only 50. At once the heat rises, and after a painful argument, they part ways, living each in families, nomatter their bloodline. BUt starvation and more natural disaster rain on them day by day, leaving none dead but many fiercely injured.
At once, peace is made and the people rejoice, and at once, the storms stop. They build community for themselves, but they bubble once more into fights. They split into groups each believers of different things. They have been at peace for six years and now it is 2008. But now a rambunctious conspiracy is coming together between some villagers of different tribes, only to pull them apart once more.
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Glee -- The great storm is over -- Four -- have recovered the Land -- Forty -- gone down together -- Into the boiling Sand --
Ring -- for the Scant Salvation -- Toll -- for the bonnie Souls -- Neighbor -- and friend -- and Bridegroom -- Spinning upon the Shoals --
How they will tell the Story -- When Winter shake the Door -- Till the Children urge -- But the Forty -- Did they -- come back no more?
Then a softness -- suffuse the Story -- And a silence -- the Teller's eye -- And the Children -- no further question -- And only the Sea -- reply --
D I C K I N S O N, emily
Somewhere in 2001 a cruiseship is tossed by vigorous waves and fear-stricken by a ruthless hurricane in the Caribean. At once the passengers one by one, rebel, throwing all loyal the loyal others, off the deck and into the water. Only a few survived and make it to shore. Te rest still on the boat have manned the wheel and sailed away, only to be sunk by the tide.
The remainders got to shore, the 100 thrown offboard count only 50. At once the heat rises, and after a painful argument, they part ways, living each in families, nomatter their bloodline. BUt starvation and more natural disaster rain on them day by day, leaving none dead but many fiercely injured.
At once, peace is made and the people rejoice, and at once, the storms stop. They build community for themselves, but they bubble once more into fights. They split into groups each believers of different things. They have been at peace for six years and now it is 2008. But now a rambunctious conspiracy is coming together between some villagers of different tribes, only to pull them apart once more.
Re: The Secret (adv. equine RPG, needs staff, cano « Result #10 on Jun 17, 2008, 2:20pm »
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