Post by Shin(Seraphine) on Oct 31, 2015 15:22:36 GMT -6
We are a literate, long-term and post-apocalyptic role-play. If you want to join, go to the guest-book section, but before that, read everything carefully!
Intro:
Fluctuating images pass your view, rough ground scrubbing your side as the harsh gusts bat against you. Bashing your olfaction senses as decease is the only scent in this area. Your eyelids rise open, struggling to maintain consciousness which is gradually slipping through your paws again. Eyelids drop exhausted but your will to haul your weak body up is present. Scratches and mild wounds lace your body, you lack knowledge from where they could stem from. Your ears perk up as you roll onto your stomach, your blurred view aggravates your perception. You struggle to stand up, receiving mischievous sounds you had never heard of so far. It takes time until you stagger up to your paws, teetering uncontrollably. You crane your head, glance around.
Trees, dead trees. Snow layered ground, mingled with dirt and mud. Grass hardly visible, covered under the oppressing earth. Your narrowed eyes refocus, forced to extend your view, perceiving your environment fully. A sudden shudder slices through your body, fear broadening as you eventually take notice of your surroundings. You hadn't noticed the eyes that were fixed on you, cold and hollowed, flickering with derisive and condemning interest. Your muscles contract, tremble anxiously by the view you behold, those creatures gathered around you menacingly. Although they seem separated in two groups, feline like creatures on the one side, enormous physiques, impressing and intimidating they look, their muscles defined by the dark, gloomy light.
On the other side are canine like beings, their markings glowing under the obscure hues.
No sound was made, only clicking disapproval of both parties audible. As you seem horrified and paralysed, one being approaches you finally. "What are you?" is the question, his tone serious and demanding, firm steps coming closer.
Decide what you are, is the message that you filter. A precious , holy Pyrit, an obedient, feral and cruel Lypret or a worthless Anaxios?
Website link
Intro:
Fluctuating images pass your view, rough ground scrubbing your side as the harsh gusts bat against you. Bashing your olfaction senses as decease is the only scent in this area. Your eyelids rise open, struggling to maintain consciousness which is gradually slipping through your paws again. Eyelids drop exhausted but your will to haul your weak body up is present. Scratches and mild wounds lace your body, you lack knowledge from where they could stem from. Your ears perk up as you roll onto your stomach, your blurred view aggravates your perception. You struggle to stand up, receiving mischievous sounds you had never heard of so far. It takes time until you stagger up to your paws, teetering uncontrollably. You crane your head, glance around.
Trees, dead trees. Snow layered ground, mingled with dirt and mud. Grass hardly visible, covered under the oppressing earth. Your narrowed eyes refocus, forced to extend your view, perceiving your environment fully. A sudden shudder slices through your body, fear broadening as you eventually take notice of your surroundings. You hadn't noticed the eyes that were fixed on you, cold and hollowed, flickering with derisive and condemning interest. Your muscles contract, tremble anxiously by the view you behold, those creatures gathered around you menacingly. Although they seem separated in two groups, feline like creatures on the one side, enormous physiques, impressing and intimidating they look, their muscles defined by the dark, gloomy light.
On the other side are canine like beings, their markings glowing under the obscure hues.
No sound was made, only clicking disapproval of both parties audible. As you seem horrified and paralysed, one being approaches you finally. "What are you?" is the question, his tone serious and demanding, firm steps coming closer.
Decide what you are, is the message that you filter. A precious , holy Pyrit, an obedient, feral and cruel Lypret or a worthless Anaxios?
Website link