Migration

[rhoon]

 =3
Okay, this is my first roleplay thread, I hope people join.
:sniffle:

Now, this is actually furries living in the human world. The furries are going through genocide, humans are trying to vanquish them from the earth.
There are small clans of furries still out there, trying to protect themselves from extermination.The older furries take the job of training the young furries in combat.
There are different tribes of furries, depending on where they originally are from, they learn different types of combat.

The tribes left have no names, but are in different parts of the map.
Try not to overflow the tribes with people.

Forest Tribe:
This tribe decided to move as far away as they could from the humans, many of their kind got killed off during the move.
Inside the Trisfal Forest, far from the polluted cities of humans. The trees are blooming trees with fruit and colourful flowers.
The combat they train in this tribe is magic, you can choose to be a mage, master of the elements, or a druid, one with the earth.

City Tribe:
This tribe decided to hide within the city, and use their resources to survive.
On the outer ridge of the human city. They make their home in an abandoned building, it is graffitied and falling apart. The stench of rotting wood and ciggerettes fill the building.
These people train shapeshifting and ninjitsu, since stealth is a big deal when they are close to humans.

Underwater Tribe:

The underwater tribe, they migrated underwater, making their own devices to survive. (It IS the future) Once the humans started their rampage against them, they moved to where they wouldn't expect them. They have developed a city, and have named it Moonglade. They train archery and swordsmanship. And for fighting underwater, they develoved swords that move easier underwater.

If you would like to come up with another tribe, don't fret to offer.
So, if you join, explain which tribe you are in and what you are training in.


Added Tribes -

Desert Tribe:

A desert moderately far from the city, hidden behind a large mountain range, in between Tirisfal Forest and the human city.
They train Psychic abilities such as the ability to sense emotion and controlling machines. And as for weapons, they are very skilled with guns.


Neutral towns -
Southshore:

A mixture of all types of furries, brought in from all around. A train station runs through the middle of it, and right off the train station is a beautiful shore lined with shops. All owned by furries!
But there are some dark secrets here. Be on guard.
 :sparkle:

[rhoon]

She yawned, rolling off the cot accidentally. She was sprawled across the floor, rubbing her head that banged against the corner of her dresser. Her ears pinned back against her head, she stood from the floor, yawning as she stretched. Her long canines prodded at her bottom lip as she closed her mouth. She walked down the thin hallways, the floor creaked with each step as her tail swished at her ankles. Her ice blue eyes guided her down the graffitied stairs. She wasn't ready to practice shapshifting yet, but she could hear her uncle calling her already. It was only 8 am, and she hadn't eaten.

[Ganimah]

 Gani looked at her suroundings...barely able to tell what was going on around her.  There were so many people it overwhlmed her.  She was so used to the desert and the lack of people that came with living there...this overpopulated city was almost too much to handle.  All of the noise would be enough to defen anyone from her tribe (tribe #4 new one its in the desert they actually were with tribe #1 but half of them thought that the desert was better to hide in so they went to the desert instead. they cant use magic but they are psycic and are very good with guns. one skill they have is mobile battle ( fighting while riding on an animal or vehicle) they live in the Etari Dunes a place that noone who hasnt been there can find. they love technology because they needed lots to live in such a barren land. they usually fight just wiht guns) but she was doing all she could do to keep from falling over from it. She could hear the regular noise..and she could hear emotions and thoughts of the people and machines around her.  The machines she liked...to her they sounded like music, it was her speciality. However the humans were a drone of petty thoughts, buzzing tendrils of idiocy and jelousy...mixed with lots of fear...and hate.  She could sense a few fuzzies but she was so used to fuzzies that she rarely noticed them wihtout making a decision to. "I still cant beleive im in the city...I never thought I'de end up here!" Ganimah said to herself as she krept further into the shadows where she hid. "Now remember, dont let them see you...okay" she reminded herself as she jumped down into a back ally and started twords her destination, the hideout of tribe #2.

[morganism]

Anette blinked away the sleep that tried to crawl back in her eyes. She stumbled across the twigs and leaves that made up her bed for the night. Her feet seemed to drag behind the rest of her. Even with the 4 hours of sleep seemed exhausted. She picked up her old bow and quiver and made sure her dagger was still in the strap that squeezed tightly onto her leg. She shook her head one last time, looked back at her makeshift bed and set off like any other day.
Posted on: May 04, 2007, 06:37:45 PMShe didn't know where she was headed, or even cared, as long as she got there safely. she didn't really seek anything either, food maybe, places to be, things that were nice to look at, somewhere safe and away from the troubles of anyone she may come into contact with. Her icy violet eyes switched from right to left making sure she didn't have any unwanted guests. Just her. good she thought. Her only companion was her imagination, and she preferred it that way. Only her mind could hurt her or turn its back, which it did quite often. She somehow managed to still make trouble for her self, getting into arguments and sometimes even violent fights with her own mind. Her mind was as imaginative as a six year old's, give her a rotton tooth that was found on the ground and she could think up mouth it belonged in and a story that told how the tooth came about.

[rhoon]

Her trainer was scrawny and was covered in a long white beard that swung every time he moved with his long sword. "Rhoon. It is about time." He was a rare white tiger, with long neko ears.She yawned again, looking around the training room, the only part of the building that wasn't covered in the graffiti. "I'm sorry, I had a rough time sleeping." She tugged off her long gray sweatshirt that hung loosely over her nice womanly curves, revealing a tighter black shirt that she used for training. Her teacher, Â (Pierre) , played with his long beard and scanned down her tall body. "Well, lets go." He said strictly and pointed towards the training sword at the back of the tiny room. The sword was thick and blunt, it was embeleshed with a red ribbon tied to the end of it. She picked it up, looking at the glint of her reflection in it. She sighed and swung it out with a loud grunt.

[morganism]

A shadow flew above her head and her eyes averted upward. She drew her bow she stole a while back and pulled out one of her many reused arrows. The bow had to have been costly, with rose vine carvings up the entire base. Where she placed her hand was wrapped in purple ribbon for comfort. She pulled back and with a flick of the wrist the winged target dropped to the ground. lunch. It always seemed as if birds changed their mass the second they died. How could something that zoomed through the air with such grace manage to fall to the ground at such an alarming rate? It never made sence to her. Either way it made the perfect meal for a fox that hadn't eaten for days. Food in the forest had been scarce since the humans started chopping down the trees.

[rhoon]

She moved gracefully and calmly like liquid, swinging her sword through the sir, making swishes. She'd perfected the art of the samurai sword, it was shapeshifting and stealth that was most important though. After completing her practice routine, Pierre nodded in approval. "Now, for shapeshifting." He stroked his beard with his striped, white paws. "Now, you must imitate the creature that I form to."
Just as he said that, his body twitched and cracked, fur fell and sking stretched as smoke rose to the air. As the painful moment ended a deer appeared from the smoke. It was an impressive one, it had long buck horns, but was built like Pierre, scrawny, its legs wobbly and elderly. Some elders said that when shifting, an impression of you still remains. She took a deep breath, as images of the deer ran through her head like a flip book. And a few moments later, she was done. It appeared as a doe, for some reason, she hadn't been able to transfer genders in transforming yet. But the buck across from her quickly merged back into her teacher, an old tiger. He examined the figure. "I am impressed, but still needs work." He nodded but flashed a smile.
It was odd, when as an animal, words seemed crushed together, and were hard to comprehend. She stomped a foot onto the concrete cloor and merged back into a wolf. Sometimes changing back was harder than changing to. You can almost forget what you look like, when you are being something else.

[morganism]

As she finished up her once feathery meal she looked around and observed her surroundings. A giant orange X was spray painted on a tree. cr@p she thought. And as if just on cue in some fairy tail she heard the wheels of a truck sliding across the forrest floor of dead branches and dirt. time to run... She swallowed the last bit of meat and picked up her feet; she was swift, faster than most she had ever encountered. Any animal in the humans path in the forest was doomed to certain death if they didn't get away immediately. Anette felt no need to be a hero, the other creatures, if any in that area, should be able to fend for themselves or be killed. As she ran she began to notice something there aren't many trees at all. Stumps stuck out of the ground like fat pimples on the earth's surface. It was getting harder and harder to survive in the woods, the other forrest dwellers were right to go to the desert. It was time to find some place new, or in her case, old; time to go back to the city, even if she hated the stench of human.

[rhoon]

 :squish:

 After two hours of shifting, and ninjitsu her teacher finally decided that it was over. She scratched her ear, a large grin appeared on her face at doing so as she walked from the room, her teacher smiling at her progress. A breeze of wind brushed past her fur as her brother brushed past her from walking outside.
"Where you smoking again?!"
She said just as the bitter taste of it wofted from his body. He turned his head and gave her a dirty glance as he stepped up the creaky stairs.
"Why do you care?" His yellow eyes stung to her memory, oh how she respected and loved her brother, she didn't want him hurting his body with a stupid cigarette.
She sighed and pushed the wooden plank of a door open, sitting on the first stair, covered in cigarette buts and spilled paint.
She leaned her head on her cupped hands, wishing something would actually happen.

[morganism]

If getting to the city was easy then rocket science is an elementary course. The hardest thing was keeping hidden, the humans come to the forrest lines as a lousy attempt to seem outdoorsy. The whole idea of them pitching a tent and starting a fire made her laugh. Humans had no right to be in her territory, they didn't have the instinct to survive. In order to get around them and their endless camp grounds that surrounded the once lush forrest she had to wait until it was night and their fires wasted to glowing embers. Unfortunately she found that she was only minutes from the camp grounds and it was but ten-o-clock in the morning. All she could do was wait. She found a heavily dense shrub area and decided it was a perfect time to nap.
As she lay in the center of a bush-like tunnel her eyes got heavy and her beathing deep. The exhaustion was catching up with her. She relaxed and let the sleep pull her into her mind and drift between memory and idea. Unfortunately, not all dreams are good ones, and in her case, good dreams were seldom found at all. The idea of her in the city flashed through her mind. She was young again, in that run down excuse for a home. Her mind flashed from memory to memory, human face to new human face, then to nothing.

Posted on: May 04, 2007, 08:50:05 PMAnette's eyes reluctantly opened and her feet stretched almost attempting to get away from her body. The sun was gone and  the moon was directly over head. She always dreamt of going up their one day, not do discover anything but just to be away from everything and not have worries of something coming over and chopping down her home. Her fantasy destination was glowing an orange-white color and it was but a sliver in the sky. Her enemy slept soundly in their store bought hotels as the last of their puny fires smoldered away. She took a deep breath and began to walk, as she did she spotted a red cloak drying on a branch. It was a deep red, almost purple and made from what looked like the finest of cotton. Anette wasn't much for clothes at all, but if she was headed for the city she needed something and the cloak was perfect. She moved toward it slowly and didn't make a sound. Once she got to it she realized how perfect the hooded cloak was, it fit around her perfectly, and floated just above the ground so it didn't drag. She put the hood up and looked around a bit more to see if she could make use of anything else. She found nothing but a few coolers and bean cans. Her eyes eventually caught sight of a bag that would fit the cloak along with a few other supplies. She got to it and looked in for its contents, nothing but some matches and cigarettes. She emptied the bag a and wrapped it around her neck. One more glance is all it took to realize that she chose the perfect night to get past the humans, there were only a few and they were to lazy to stay up late.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

An argument erupted between Nyx and her trainer. It seemed to happen at least once a week. "Why must we keep hiding from these insolent fools?" Nyx demanded from the elderly tiger. "Hiding. We're always hiding from those stupid humans, like cowards. Why don't we FIGHT?" Nyx slumped down in a corner of the training room, her black scales glinting against the light that shone though a hole in the roof. She retracted her wings around her body like a shield. The tiger approached her and rested a paw on her shoulder.
"We are not yet strong enough to take them." He confirmed, giving her a pleading look. He knew the dark dragoness had never been quite right when she had been found in an alley as a young child, trying to wake the corpses that were her parents. They had been slain in the city by humans. "There is also more to fighting than just swinging a weapon around blindly. It takes skill, Nyx." The tiger said softly.
The dragoness stood to her haunches and slammed a fist into the wall adjacent to her. She was frustrated. She never really felt like she fit in in this place. She was one of the only scaled ones in the tribe. She adjusted her goggles back behind her horns that protruded from her forehead instead of the traditional swept back dragon horns and swept the dirt off of her tattered black cloak and headed up the stairs where she passed Rhoon. She leapt from the top of the steps and flew up to her loft. She did not speak to anyone very much. And didn't plan on it now. She was too frustrated.

((This is what Nyx looks like...
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/462831/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/462665/))

[morganism]

As Anette sneaked away from the camp ground her and her mind started to argue. "you shouldn't have taken the cloak" "the person didn't need it as much as I do" "but how would you feel if they stole something from you?" "i wouldn't feel anything, id kill them and get it back." That last statement made her stop in her tracks. Had she really just thought that? Anette hated the humans, but she didn't ever think she would KILL one of them. She shook the thought off and headed for the tracks; the city's a long way away and it's a lot easier to bum out on a train in a storage freight.

[rhoon]

Her eyes turned to Nyx, passing her but quickly returned to the ground. I wonder why she's so upset But one thing Rhoon learned, was to not get into people's buisness. It could only cause trouble. Yet, she still bothered her brother about menial things. She didn't know why he'd done so many stupid things lately. He nearly killed a human a week ago. She sighed and her ears pinned back a bit with the sound of creaking stairs behind her. Noku, her brother, was walking across the area, towards Nyx's room. He stood there for a second, her door closed, but shook his head and returned to his room. Rhoon only wanted her brother to be safe and happy. She loves him dearly.

[morganism]

There was over two thousand miles between her and the city and the train was no where in sight. Where the hell is that train? She memorized its schedule withen a few weeks of living in the forest, and the whistle of it nearly kept her sane. But it wasn't there. I'll meet it. She retied the bow on her newly found cloak and started at a steady fast walk. Within a few minutes she saw the blinding light of the train. Anette braced herself for the jump she would have to make. She had done it before and past experiences told her it is a lot easier to avoid humans if you just get on the train while it IS moving. The wretched beings couldn't see you walking in and attack you like they did her parents...
As the train past by her she put her arm out, waited until she focused on a hand rail, gripped and dragged. She got her footing and ran along side of the train for about twenty seconds then took a leap on. sh!t. She had chosen the wrong car to jump onto. Anette was on a passenger car, and by the looks of it the car was full. Anette had never been in that kind of situation, and hoped to never have to be. Her parents were and ended up being killed right there on the spot. She had sworn she would never die in such a fashion. Her slender arm went back and pulled an arrow from the quiver, she knew each point from the other and how each one had a different spin; she was looking for one in particular.

Posted on: May 05, 2007, 06:59:17 AMHer hand skimed every point until she reached the one she needed. It was her strongest one, forged from steal and had a loop through the end. The loop had a ten foot rope on it that wrapped around the base of the arrow. She unraveled it and aimed out the door of the cabin. She shot up and heard it stick. Straight in the top. She almost smiled as she checked the rope for tautness and started on the short climb to the top of the car. When up top she took a deep breath and let the warm air hit her face. she got on her hands and knees for balance, twisted her steal arrow and pulled it up and out, wrapped the rope back around the base and shoved it back in the quiver. God, I'm stengy, she thought. Anette started moving backwards in the opposite direction the train was going hoping to get to the back of the car where they kept fire wood and baggage. When she got to the end of one car she'd take a leap, regain balance and keep going. Finally her eyes spotted an open topped box car. It would be her home for the next three days.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Nyx sensed a presence at her door as she sat on her tattered mattress in the corner of her room with her wings curled around her. She felt lonely... yet couldn't explain why. Her mind flashed with memories of the moment in which she found her parents 'sleeping.' That had been the last time she had seen any other dragons. She took in a deep breath and sighed. Her wings retracted and she leaned against the graffiti-ed wall in her room. The dragoness began to question her own existence and ask herself why she had been spared while her parents were slain.
After a while of beating up herself for her own stupid decisions, she emerged from her room and headed toward a door that lead to the outside passing Rhoon again, who hadn't moved from the steps. She heard a voice echo "Where are you going?" as she grasped the handle and pulled it open, but could discern who it may be....
"Out." Nyx replied bitterly as she stepped outside and disappeared into the shadows of what was now becoming night. She needed a walk alone so that she may calm herself.