.... ooc name: Greyer
.... current characters: Oleander
.... how you found us: bookmark
.... your character's initial fight stats: assigned.
....a role play sample (200+ words):
From yearning hearts;
Tiny teeth nipped at Adelard's leg and the pup couldn't have been more pleased. His tail waved high in the air as he dropped into a bow, muzzle wrinkled and ears flat. Like most of his siblings, Anatole had a mischievous streak, but he was more unruly and impulsive. The added challenge of communication troubles only made things harder... not just for him but for everyone.
When his sister cried out and set her own teeth at his scruff, Anatole fell back on his rump. Instinct kicked in as he curled about and faced her, his lip curled back. In frustration, he snapped at the air around her gray muzzle. Adora always had something to say. It was annoying.
He let out a low puppy growl, eyes wide in a challenge as Augustin told her that they wanted fun. Not naps. At least Auggie understood.
Anatole reclined forward with a glare. He had already forgotten about their father just looming over his shoulder.
"C'est suffisant."
A grumble rose from the boy's throat, but he did not move from his spot. Begrudgingly, he stared at Adora's feet. His folded ears, spiked nape, flattened tail, and squared shoulders said it all: No. Nap.
and finally a bit about your character...
While Adelard's muse is fighting his way back to me, Anatole is sticking to his sister Brielle as the duo try to learn more about each other as siblings.
.... current characters: Oleander
.... how you found us: bookmark
.... your character's initial fight stats: assigned.
....a role play sample (200+ words):
From yearning hearts;
Tiny teeth nipped at Adelard's leg and the pup couldn't have been more pleased. His tail waved high in the air as he dropped into a bow, muzzle wrinkled and ears flat. Like most of his siblings, Anatole had a mischievous streak, but he was more unruly and impulsive. The added challenge of communication troubles only made things harder... not just for him but for everyone.
When his sister cried out and set her own teeth at his scruff, Anatole fell back on his rump. Instinct kicked in as he curled about and faced her, his lip curled back. In frustration, he snapped at the air around her gray muzzle. Adora always had something to say. It was annoying.
He let out a low puppy growl, eyes wide in a challenge as Augustin told her that they wanted fun. Not naps. At least Auggie understood.
Anatole reclined forward with a glare. He had already forgotten about their father just looming over his shoulder.
"C'est suffisant."
A grumble rose from the boy's throat, but he did not move from his spot. Begrudgingly, he stared at Adora's feet. His folded ears, spiked nape, flattened tail, and squared shoulders said it all: No. Nap.
and finally a bit about your character...
While Adelard's muse is fighting his way back to me, Anatole is sticking to his sister Brielle as the duo try to learn more about each other as siblings.
