NEW:
.... ooc name: Moonwings
.... current characters: Mouseling
.... how you found us: Returning after long hiatus
.... your character's initial fight stats: Rogue (-1 con, +1 dex, 0 str)
....a role play sample (200+ words): The world was covered in a blanket of snow, Mouseling included. The tawny wolf yawned as he blinked awake. A cloud of condensation fogged his vision. He’d been asleep for longer than expected. His joints ached from immeasurable time spent curled under his body, though his dense coat had kept him plenty warm. He stood and stretched.
He shook off the coat of snow that had accumulated on his back. The white-frosted trees around him were silent, waving gently in the breeze that carried the seemingly constant scent of stranger wolves. He was alone again, of course, packless… He lowered his head to the ground. Mouseling had left a small, lonely imprint in the snow while he slept. A layer of packed down hard ice remained to separate him from the grass still.
He abandoned his temporary bed to find food. His stomach growled a warning to hunt something before he had to eat mice again. That memory made him frown.
His ears swiveled searching for any nearby prey. Despite his straining, he could catch nothing besides the swaying of trees and the chattering calls of birds. He would eat even a bird now. He considered prowling the shores of the lagoon to catch one of the few waterfowl that had not migrated to escape the cold weather.
The idea was better than sticking his nose in the snow to catch a rabbit or mouse. Mouseling oriented himself with his nose and began to pad toward the smell of fresh water.
and finally a bit about your character... Mouseling is a timid but friendly wolf. He is jumpy around strangers, and relaxed once he gets to know the other wolf. He submits easily, and has no interest in leading a pack. He doesn't believe that is his purpose. He is happy to provide for his pack via hunting or watching over pups.
He takes the world at face-value, and rarely can tell when he's being lied to unless it is very obvious. For this reason, he misunderstands humor and has in the past not realized others are joking at his expense. In the same vein, he voices his thoughts in a straightforward manner, which may have the unintended consequence of offending other wolves. He is quick to remedy this if it explained he has been rude, but otherwise can't tell. He's more hesitant to voice his thoughts out loud now for fear of saying the wrong thing.
OLD:
.... ooc name: Moonwing
.... current characters: Mouseling
.... how you found us: Site came up when searching google for animal rp forums
.... your character's initial fight stats: Rogue (-1 con, +1 dex, 0 str)
....a role play sample (200+ words): Birdsong broke through Mouseling’s troubled dreams. The scrawny wolf squinted his eyes at the sunlight peeking in. For a moment, he was back in the den. He could almost smell his brother and sisters sleeping mere inches away. When he went to nuzzle into their sides, he found nothing but cold dirt. That brought him back to the present.
Mouseling sighed as he remembered where he was. A thicket of brambles surrounded his makeshift bed. It was hardly comfortable, only roots and bare earth against his belly.
He got up on wobbly legs and exited through a small opening in the boughs. A warm breeze hit his face, carrying various smells from the green expanse ahead of him. He caught hints of prey, but also other wolves. There were strangers in this area that he had to be wary of.
His stomach rumbled, and the wolf decided food was more important than hiding away for another day.
As Mouseling padded through the tall grass, insects flew into the air around his head. He shook more than one panicked beetle off his snout in his search for food. The sun beat down hard on his back, making him pant in an attempt to cool off.
He followed a rabbit trail across the field, then into a line of dense trees. The scent disappeared under his nose in almost an instant. The dry dirt became cool and damp underpaw, pulling his attention away from tracking. Mouseling glanced up to see marsh grass and reeds on the edge of the trees. Encased in the grove he had found was an enormous body of water. Sunlight glinted off the lagoon like a mirror, sending rippling reflections onto the trees.
The wolf’s ears perked up at the beautiful sight. He pushed through the shore plants and made his way to the edge of the water. He dipped his head down to drink, feeling safe on the verdant shoreline.
and finally a bit about your character... Mouseling is cautious of strangers but friendly once he feels safe. He prefers to follow, though that has previously led to him being taken advantage of. He sees the world very straightforward, and voices his opinions much the same. This has had the unintended effect of offending wolves, and now he hesitates to speak up for himself.
.... ooc name: Moonwings
.... current characters: Mouseling
.... how you found us: Returning after long hiatus
.... your character's initial fight stats: Rogue (-1 con, +1 dex, 0 str)
....a role play sample (200+ words): The world was covered in a blanket of snow, Mouseling included. The tawny wolf yawned as he blinked awake. A cloud of condensation fogged his vision. He’d been asleep for longer than expected. His joints ached from immeasurable time spent curled under his body, though his dense coat had kept him plenty warm. He stood and stretched.
He shook off the coat of snow that had accumulated on his back. The white-frosted trees around him were silent, waving gently in the breeze that carried the seemingly constant scent of stranger wolves. He was alone again, of course, packless… He lowered his head to the ground. Mouseling had left a small, lonely imprint in the snow while he slept. A layer of packed down hard ice remained to separate him from the grass still.
He abandoned his temporary bed to find food. His stomach growled a warning to hunt something before he had to eat mice again. That memory made him frown.
His ears swiveled searching for any nearby prey. Despite his straining, he could catch nothing besides the swaying of trees and the chattering calls of birds. He would eat even a bird now. He considered prowling the shores of the lagoon to catch one of the few waterfowl that had not migrated to escape the cold weather.
The idea was better than sticking his nose in the snow to catch a rabbit or mouse. Mouseling oriented himself with his nose and began to pad toward the smell of fresh water.
and finally a bit about your character... Mouseling is a timid but friendly wolf. He is jumpy around strangers, and relaxed once he gets to know the other wolf. He submits easily, and has no interest in leading a pack. He doesn't believe that is his purpose. He is happy to provide for his pack via hunting or watching over pups.
He takes the world at face-value, and rarely can tell when he's being lied to unless it is very obvious. For this reason, he misunderstands humor and has in the past not realized others are joking at his expense. In the same vein, he voices his thoughts in a straightforward manner, which may have the unintended consequence of offending other wolves. He is quick to remedy this if it explained he has been rude, but otherwise can't tell. He's more hesitant to voice his thoughts out loud now for fear of saying the wrong thing.
OLD:
.... ooc name: Moonwing
.... current characters: Mouseling
.... how you found us: Site came up when searching google for animal rp forums
.... your character's initial fight stats: Rogue (-1 con, +1 dex, 0 str)
....a role play sample (200+ words): Birdsong broke through Mouseling’s troubled dreams. The scrawny wolf squinted his eyes at the sunlight peeking in. For a moment, he was back in the den. He could almost smell his brother and sisters sleeping mere inches away. When he went to nuzzle into their sides, he found nothing but cold dirt. That brought him back to the present.
Mouseling sighed as he remembered where he was. A thicket of brambles surrounded his makeshift bed. It was hardly comfortable, only roots and bare earth against his belly.
He got up on wobbly legs and exited through a small opening in the boughs. A warm breeze hit his face, carrying various smells from the green expanse ahead of him. He caught hints of prey, but also other wolves. There were strangers in this area that he had to be wary of.
His stomach rumbled, and the wolf decided food was more important than hiding away for another day.
As Mouseling padded through the tall grass, insects flew into the air around his head. He shook more than one panicked beetle off his snout in his search for food. The sun beat down hard on his back, making him pant in an attempt to cool off.
He followed a rabbit trail across the field, then into a line of dense trees. The scent disappeared under his nose in almost an instant. The dry dirt became cool and damp underpaw, pulling his attention away from tracking. Mouseling glanced up to see marsh grass and reeds on the edge of the trees. Encased in the grove he had found was an enormous body of water. Sunlight glinted off the lagoon like a mirror, sending rippling reflections onto the trees.
The wolf’s ears perked up at the beautiful sight. He pushed through the shore plants and made his way to the edge of the water. He dipped his head down to drink, feeling safe on the verdant shoreline.
and finally a bit about your character... Mouseling is cautious of strangers but friendly once he feels safe. He prefers to follow, though that has previously led to him being taken advantage of. He sees the world very straightforward, and voices his opinions much the same. This has had the unintended effect of offending wolves, and now he hesitates to speak up for himself.
