I imagine some of you may not approve of a new member such as myself attempting to start his own rp, and a serious one at that. I only ask that you judge this action on the quality of the story provided, and the knowledge that rp'ing is really the only way I know to establish myself, since I do not yet know enough about the furry world to interact in any other manner.
Into the White takes place in the far future, in a world still recovering from a massive war that nearly brought extinction to all life. For a time, a select few countries ruled supreme. These nations bore superior military knowledge, both in the areas of tactics and weaponry. For a time, it was believed these nations would rule unopposed, forever. But, as is the nature of knowledge, these nations could not hold onto their secrets forever. Little by little, smaller, underdeveloped countries began to discover the same weapons, the same tactics. Perhaps, cruel though it is to say, it would have been better if these nations had been crushed underfoot from the start. However, this took place in a time where tolerance was valued, and military force was used reluctantly and only when there was no other option. By the time the leaders of these nations realized their error, it was too late. Four out of five world countries possessed firepower enough to destroy the world should they so choose. Tensions began to build between nations who could no longer find balance between their respective interests, who could not use force to achieve their own ends. For over twenty years, the ideal of world peace was finally achieved, but through fear alone. The fear that any country who engaged in military action against any other would spark a war of such intensity as to annihilate all life on this planet. Faced with this knowledge, the nations leaders met in a special assembly, and tried to negotiate a plan to slowly but urely eliminate each nations military arms. At this, they failed. No nation would lower it's military defenses and expose themselves to invasion and defeat by their neighbors.
It was never clear just who fired the first shot. The repercussions were such that no one cared. Within two days, half the world was in ruins. It was a war as had never been seen on earth, nor would its like ever be seen again. Many tried to flee the desolation, but there was nowhere to run...for most. Faced with devastation on a global scale, some few survivors fled to the one place that was most likely to remain untouched by the conflict, the one place where they could hope to lead their own lives.
They fled to the arctic.
For some, the move was fatal. Humans tried to survive in the extreme cold of the arctic waste, and even managed to hang on for two generations, but the arctic proved too much for them. The furres likewise struggled to survive, and almost died off as well. However, some few of these managed to hang on, doing whatever they could to survive. As chaos reigned and the world destroyed itself, a chosen few remained in the only safe haven, clinging to the ice.
Hundreds of years have passed, and in the struggle to survive, history has been forgotten, and those now living in the endless snows have no knowledge that life was ever different. Some have adapted to the deep and bitter cold, have returned to the wild, and roam the wastes alone. Others, less resilient, survive by staying together in small communities within the Rim. Life is hard, but peaceful on the whole. However, things are about to take a turn for the worse.
Many times throughout history, the world climate has changed. Sometimes this change has been slow, but at others the change is rapid, its effects immediate. One such change has begun to occur, and the arctic, always cold, is growing ever colder. Even within the Rim, those not strong enough to survive the change have begun to die off, and the decrease in temperature gives no sign of stopping. But in the deep and bitter cold, a memory, born of instinct, begins to stir in the hearts of those who live amongst the snow. A memory of warmth and sunshine, of a place without unending ice. To some, it is insanity, a childish fantasy of other worlds that could not possibly exist, but for those who have felt its call, a great adventure is about to begin.
There just may be a land of warmth, just waiting for those brave enough to venture into the white...
Details:
Furres: The people who live within the shelter of the Rim. They are not as hardy or resilient as the wild ones, but they are more social and survive by being dependent on one another. They live in large cave networks carved into the rim wall. Furres tend to be very friendly and comfortable with each other, so much so that a furre can almost never be seen alone. They usually keep company with other furres, and even sleep in groups to effectively conserve body heat. Furres have an innate distrust of the wild ones. Most are bipedal (walk on two legs).
Wild Ones: Those furres who have managed to adapt to the harsh conditions of the arctic. They can sometimes be seen within the Rim, but most live without. Wild ones are solitary creatures by nature, and tend to behave much more like animals than normal furres. Their name comes from the fact that they have returned to the wild in many respects, but most are still capable of speech should they choose to use it, and though it is rare for a wild one to interact with a furre in friendly terms, it is not unheard of. Though all wild ones still retain the ability to walk on two legs, most prefer to run on all fours.
The Rim: A tall, circular mountain range somewhere in the arctic. Furres can only survive within the shelter of the Rim, as it alone offers some protection from the Winds that blanket the rest of the arctic.
The Winds: The Winds are bitter cold and constantly blow across the surface of the arctic, though they are less severe inside the Rim. Wild Ones have learned to survive in their midst. When the Winds blow strong enough, a White is created.
The White: A fierce surge in the Winds. A White blows so fiercely that a veritable wall of snow is created in front of it, hence it's name. the windchill factor within a White is so severe that very few things are able to survive for more than a few minutes inside. Even Wild Ones lose their lives to it on occasion. As such, the White has become a symbol of death in the culture of the furres. Hence, when someone dies, it is said that they have "gone into the White".
Food: Within the Rim, most food is obtained via cave farming. The Rim mountains are composed of stone, even if it is covered in about a hundred feet of ice. Several varieties of edible plantlife have adapted to grow in the mountain rock. This is the primary food source for Furres. Where Wild Ones obtain their food is unknown.
More details will be revealed as the story progresses. In a very vague sense, the goal is simple. If the weather keeps getting colder, Furres will no longer be able to survive in the arctic. They must leave the safety of the Rim and travel to the edge of the world and beyond in search of the land of warmth. To enter this rp, begin by posting your character's name, species, and whether he/she is a furre or a wild one. Also provide a brief description of what your character looks like. Other details of your character will be revealed by the character's actions. The rp starts inside the Rim, in one of the communities in the Rim wall.
Name: Snowpaw
Species: Arctic Fox
Type: Wild One
Appearance: See profile
Snowpaw felt the soft, fresh snow compacting under his paws as he quietly made his way through the snow. In the distance, he could see a small settlement within the Rim wall. He often crossed the mountains to see how the Furres fared in their attempt to live. He pitied them in a way, it was interesting to watch their feeble attempts to understand the world in which they lived, the world they barely understood. Laying in the snow, invisible to all eyes, he watched...and waited.
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