Right, I thought it was about time that I started my own RP, something I've never done before in my short time on the forums.
This RP is set in the future, shortly after a war between furres and humans has ended, the reason being that another war has begun, against earth and another world. Humans and furres have united to fight against these 'alien' lifeforms. But, there are still some furres who do not want anything to do with these humans, and rebel against them.
In short - you can be a fighter or a rebel.
I have no idea where this is going, which doesn't help, but I'm sure the fantastic RP-ers on the forums will be able to help.
A few quick rules
Please do not type in text speak - it makes it difficult to read. Write in full sentences.
Don't leave people behind. I hate living in different time zones, because I often get left behind in RPs, and end up not part of them. If someone has been interacting with you, don't just move on without them.
Write in past tense, and don't use quick text such as 'attacks human'
Finally, special powers are permitted, but not healing or ressurectionTo start, simply state you name, species and whether you're a fighter or a rebel. You can describe yourself as the RP goes on.
Name: Buiolupo
Species: Dark wolf (my name is italian for it)
Rebel
I crouched through the dark forest, my only source of light a full moon rising above my head. I bared my trazor sharp teeth, and sneaked up on a soldier, standing on guard, my black fur disguising me in the night.
It took only a coulple of seconds for me to jump up, take one single claw and draw it across his neck. No sounds and no fuss. I looked down on him and breathed a sigh of relief. It was a human. Many a fur had been taken - the dark disguising their identities. I spat on the body, which was bleeding badly. I dragged it by the leg, and buried it by a nearby tree.
I climbed up the tree, and surveyed what I saw in front. The battle field had long been emptied - only a few soldiers remained for security - even less now. I knew I would have to move on.
I spread my wings, usually concealed by my thick fur. The metalic shine of the claws dotted on the edges glinted in the moonlight, as I jumped out of the tree and flew. The night air ruffled in my fur, and I growled, but happily. I enjoyed the freedom.