.... ooc name: Kin
.... current characters: Leon
.... how you found us: Affiliate listings
.... your character's initial fight stats: Rogue
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Something shifted among the trees with the crack of a branch, and the cool nighttime air suddenly carried a hint of morning. The salty, earthen smell stirred Leon awake, and she batted her blurry eyes open to the bluff: the waves that had been crashing all night had softened, and in their wake a foam gathered, a cream blanket floating and bobbing along the surf. Somewhere behind her a woodpecker started the day's work, and something four-legged attempted to tread lightly. The fallen leaves were damp this close to the ocean, and the mossy, spongey ground beneath was good for sneaking. But Leon was still growing used to being alone, and it was not often that even small, careful things go unnoticed while she's still in familiar territory. An intelligent hare, perhaps, or a careless fox. By the sound of it, certainly nothing larger than a coyote. For that reason, it stirred the flick of only one ear, and little else, from the young wolf. <br>
She couldn't sit still very long, and soon rose to her feet (still a little too big for the rest of her) to get moving. With a quick shake to loosen the salty damp from her coat, she was off: north. She knew it by its smell, cold and dry, and was reassured by the sun beginning to filter through the trees to the east. She could follow the water, follow it infinitely until she couldn't stand it anymore. Over her right shoulder, what stirred her from sleep revealed itself and then froze: a nice, fat, round mink. She would have noticed it eventually even if it weren't for all the noise its belly made dragging along the ground; they stink an unforgivably potent smell, musky and hot, a glaring opposite to everything around it on the misty, clean coast of Washington. A week ago, she would have turned and got herself breakfast, made a game of it even—but playtime was over these days, and she had somewhere to be: anywhere but here.
and finally a bit about your character.... Something dark drove Leon from her pack, and lead her to wander deep into the Canadian forest and find Relic Lore. Haunted by her past, and hunted in her dreams, she'd...rather not talk about it (not with you, anyway).
.... current characters: Leon
.... how you found us: Affiliate listings
.... your character's initial fight stats: Rogue
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Something shifted among the trees with the crack of a branch, and the cool nighttime air suddenly carried a hint of morning. The salty, earthen smell stirred Leon awake, and she batted her blurry eyes open to the bluff: the waves that had been crashing all night had softened, and in their wake a foam gathered, a cream blanket floating and bobbing along the surf. Somewhere behind her a woodpecker started the day's work, and something four-legged attempted to tread lightly. The fallen leaves were damp this close to the ocean, and the mossy, spongey ground beneath was good for sneaking. But Leon was still growing used to being alone, and it was not often that even small, careful things go unnoticed while she's still in familiar territory. An intelligent hare, perhaps, or a careless fox. By the sound of it, certainly nothing larger than a coyote. For that reason, it stirred the flick of only one ear, and little else, from the young wolf. <br>
She couldn't sit still very long, and soon rose to her feet (still a little too big for the rest of her) to get moving. With a quick shake to loosen the salty damp from her coat, she was off: north. She knew it by its smell, cold and dry, and was reassured by the sun beginning to filter through the trees to the east. She could follow the water, follow it infinitely until she couldn't stand it anymore. Over her right shoulder, what stirred her from sleep revealed itself and then froze: a nice, fat, round mink. She would have noticed it eventually even if it weren't for all the noise its belly made dragging along the ground; they stink an unforgivably potent smell, musky and hot, a glaring opposite to everything around it on the misty, clean coast of Washington. A week ago, she would have turned and got herself breakfast, made a game of it even—but playtime was over these days, and she had somewhere to be: anywhere but here.
and finally a bit about your character.... Something dark drove Leon from her pack, and lead her to wander deep into the Canadian forest and find Relic Lore. Haunted by her past, and hunted in her dreams, she'd...rather not talk about it (not with you, anyway).
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