OOC// Okay, this is my first roleplay on this forum, so I hope it goes well. *crosses fingers* I noticed that they all tend to have furries, not actual animals...I'm not quite used to that. o.o I'll adapt in time, but for this roleplay, I'd be very happy if the characters could be actual wolves, actual mountain lions, actual whatevers..not ones that walk on two legs and resemble humans. Please bear with me, I thank you very very much for trying this for me. And instead of posting a list of character details, we should try writing them in our posts...it makes the story flow a bit smoother, I think.
Setting: A forest (I'll go into more detail in my intro)
Rules: Keep IC and OOC seperate, no invincible creatures, be nice occ, and thats about it. have fun! ^^
IC:
Long ago, before the English invaded the Americas, nature and humanity were one. They were not two seperate things, and species coexisted without much trouble. Those were the days before people forgot that they, like the animals, were creatures that came from the earth and needed the earth to survive. It was then, when the only humans were small villages of Native Americans, that the animals thrived in the forests without a major threat from man.
Deep in the unsettled country that is now known as the USA, a lone wolf pup roamed the lands. At the young age of two months, it was a struggle to survive. With a pelt of reddish-brown and black colors, she was an attractive young wolf, but unfortunately it meant she was easily spotted by larger creatures that might see her only as a snack.
For all of two days, she stayed in the den waiting for her mother to return with food. The third afternoon, she set out to find her mom, only to have a large eagle swoop out of the sky toward her a few yards from the den. Running to the safety of a bush, she waited until the bird was gone and made a dash for the den where she would stay safe until nightfall. As the moon rose, the youngster set out again in search of her mother.
Half the night had gone past, and she was becoming weary just as a familliar, but horrifying scent reached her nose. It was her mother's smell, but she was bleeding! Scampering across the forest floor, she followed the scent path the best she could until she reached the spot where her mother lay. Wimpering and nudging the corpse hopefully, she soon lay beside it to rest. The large she-wolf never rose to comfort her daughter, never opened an eye. The pup was alone. Unprotected, afraid, and miserably alone.
Topic: The Forgotten (Read 5878 times)