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  MEGA//Sehnsucht; animanga original fantasy, jcink
Posted by: hira - July 13, 2019, 11:13:06 PM - No Replies

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  i hardly think i'm qualified [Kukulkan]
Posted by: Miguel - July 12, 2019, 12:05:34 AM - No Replies


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    There was a new Phoenix, and in all ways, it pissed Miguel off. If he knew how to write, he would be the guy that wrote a list and nailed it to the church (pyramid) door: ‘100 Reasons Why Fuck This Guy’. It would take a while. He couldn’t think of 100 reasons. Instead, he went over lists in his head. Why was Miguel so salty about this? He was a salty little man, and he dived in when he felt an ounce of salt upon his little heart. It made no sense, he had decided on a good while ago. It was overall very dickish; as many people would say, he hadn’t even met the guy. But he would argue that 1. The new king was not even an aviari, and 2. Fuck you. If they had been, he’d probably still have an issue with them, but bringing that into the argument was pointless because he would ignore it.

    He was a sparrow, having to yet do his trail, having yet to actually have a job, but he’ll be damned if he did not have an opinion. Still, he could do little to act on it. Grumble to others when they would listen, and blame Him for any misfortune. As he snapped at the water trying to grab a fish, he gave a low rumble with his miss. It was annoying to try to catch fish with such long, luxurious whiskers/feathers. Despite the fact that he sported an alligator tail, he didn’t want to dip into the water. It was already annoying enough that his facial feathers were getting wet, but he had a hard craving for fish and he could not resist. Finally, after many more snaps in the rushing water, he felt his teeth make a connection and brought out a silver fish, the tail hitting his face and his teeth crunching awkwardly, horrible, on the creature’s eye. Vomit started to rise in his throat as he flung the fish to the ground.

    “HuUUuUU!! HuuuUUUUuuuc!” Oh my god, that was so gross. Some vomit dripped from his mouth, as he tried to let the disgusting crushed eye run from his mouth. “Oh my god.” It felt all pretty out, but then he felt his stomach heave, felt it all come up. As he threw up, there was a very distinct, “Goddammit.” from him. Finally, he looked at his fish, with a face full of defeat, but now a belly void of even food from earlier. No longer craving the food but knowing he must eat, he started to tear into it, lips pulled back in a very delicate way that a dog does when they’ll eat the food their person gives them but they won’t enjoy it. The rogue boy looked around with anger and disgust, and was that a hint of embarrassment? Oh dear, hopefully, no one saw his little episode. That sure would be a shame. Wouldn’t it, mister new Phoenix?

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  All We Ever Do (is) All We Ever Knew
Posted by: Pawprint - July 08, 2019, 06:19:30 PM - Replies (1)

It was mercifully quiet.  There was no ooze, no monsters, and nobody's surprise kids (and what surprises they brought!). So the graying wolf was grateful for the fallen trees and buzzing bees around him.  When he was younger the quiet bored him.  He thought of imaginative ways to entertain himself and those around him; but now he reflected on his family and his children, and whether he was a good father and a mate all these years.  Regrets?  Sure.  Good times?  Plenty.  There were so many good times he had, it dampened the regrets he had.

Except the loss of his mate.

The older wolf snapped on the dead branches, shaking them and tearing them apart.  The animals nearby fled at the sudden action as he threw them on the ground.  Still unhinged, the wolf clawed the bark of a fallen tree so hard holes broke through the hollow trunk.  It wasn't enough.  Another tree.  Another trunk.  More branches.  The sawdust that billowed in the air agitated the bees and they flew away to their hives in haste.

"Raraarahh!"

After a moment, Buckshot left the bee's hives.  He left the fallen trees.  He left the catacombs where his kids stayed--two of his kids stayed.

He didn't know where he was peetering to; just that he would be back after dark when everyone was asleep.

And mercifully quiet.

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  Winsera - Elemental Based Animal Roleplay
Posted by: Roslyn - July 05, 2019, 08:28:20 PM - No Replies

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Winsera is a semi-realistic elemental based animal roleplay that allow you to play 90+ animals that you get to make. Not only that, but you can also save in character credits to buy additions for your characters such as wings, horns, antlers, and more. We are small right now and continuing to grow. 

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  Desolate Skies - An Original Warrior Cats Roleplay [PB]
Posted by: DS Staff - July 05, 2019, 02:28:02 AM - No Replies

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  The Shula Region - A Pokemon RP
Posted by: A Trainer - July 04, 2019, 01:56:32 AM - No Replies

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  I Am Not Weak
Posted by: Surik - June 29, 2019, 04:30:38 PM - No Replies

Why did she come here? She had all the freedom in the world to turn around and flee, like a bird without a cage. She could have gone anywhere she, please. Maybe the mountains somewhere, surely they'd be able to give her an amazing view from such a high elevation. Oh, or the beach, surely there had to be some interesting things to see at the coast's edge. After all, Surik grew up with nothing but trees and forests. The normal things for a wolf her age lived to see, but no. She had to choose those locations. This pack, to call her home. To settle down and plant her roots.

The ground here always felt wet and muddy. Like it was constantly raining. The air was thick, hard to breathe in at times. Like one's neck was being squeezed, restricting one's airway and preventing oxygen to get to one's heart. Bugs, bugs, and more bugs seemed to thrive in this place. Bones were thrown around like garbage, plaguing the land with their white marrow goodness. A waste in Surik's eyes, but she didn't dare speak up. It wasn't her place, it will never be her place to speak up.

The familiar sound of a fish splashing in the water brings Surik back to the current moment. The sun's rays struggling to break through the clouds, through the fog that plagued these lands. That devoured all who were not careful enough, that were stupid and were lured into the darkness with false hope. Craving the warm blanket of mysteries that were destroyed within seconds after one realizes that monsters live under the blanket instead if fantasies.
A half eaten fish laid split in half in front of her. It's right eye staring right at her. As if trying to look into her soul, cursing her for tearing into its stomach and ripping its guts out and devouring all that it had to offer her. A silent scream, a prayer that was not allowed to be touched by a god. This fish was surely cursing the young she-wolf. It was delicious though.

Shifting to lay in her right side, Surik stretched her hind left leg out. Her little toes moving individually to release the buzzing feeling in them from being laid on for too long. Alteron, a dark fantasy. A place that Surik should never have stumbled upon. A place where she should have run from instead of seeking refuge like the idiot that she was. The place where she felt chained and caged. This was her home now, she was Alteron's newest little bird with its wings clipped and fangs pulled. She needed to find her place, she needed to survive. No, Surik will survive here. She was not some pathetic beast that danced for food, she was a hunter, she was a scavenger. She will bare her teeth and fight, to be recognized. For she, was worth something, something more than the damn dirt that caked onto her paws.

Acting quick, Surik jumped to her feet and turned around. Her two different colored eyes narrowing as she sought the owner of the scent that she'd been smelling for the past few moments as she thought. Had her moment of recollection. "Sneaking up on one so early in the morning is not a very smart thing to do." Surik spoke, trying to sound annoyed by the fact that her peaceful morning was being interrupted by someone she had not met yet. Hiding her fear, her anxiety, Surik took in a deep breath and narrowed her eyes more as she breathed out through her nose. Releasing her true feelings and tieing on that mask that she had built for herself. "Well? Are you coming out?" she asked, her voice barely giving out the small hint that she was a bit nervous, scared of what could come out of the darkness. Another monster? Or, a fantasy?

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  Tit for Tat [Basma]
Posted by: Bitterkeit - June 24, 2019, 10:11:32 PM - No Replies

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Large eyes scan the tunnels they know so well-- Bitterkeit has lived here far longer than those returning, revealing the odd spot but, of course, keeping the best to themself. What Bacchus has set up as denning is expansive and accessible, unlike Bitterkeit's own lodging, away from the rest. They reek of grain mash to any passerby, fullblooded and accustomed to it. A smile spreads on the dire's maw as they emerge into the ministry cavern, another idea foaming in his head.
The expression instantly falls when met by another. It was supposed to be their nephew, Rainer, the Minister, and instead they face the grinning halfbreed Historian. "Basma, lad," the Bacchus begins, affably. "Been a while, eh?"
They are surprised, is all, to find him swathed in the other's... admittedly stale scent. "Whatever 'ave you been up to?" Bratty boy-king cume bedfellow, what have you done with my sister's son?

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  Project Babel: A RWBY AU rp
Posted by: Clockwork - June 23, 2019, 06:54:23 PM - No Replies

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  ohana means family. family means—
Posted by: Glamdring - June 23, 2019, 05:59:25 AM - No Replies



There was a faint sound of something moving quietly in the thicket. It came from just beyond the shadows of the ancient woodland halls, adjacent to the durable, weathered down home of the Chariot. It moved with a clear drive, a single purpose, creeping in swiftly, steadily, moving closer, closer...!
In a matter of seconds, a small figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of his father's tower, icy blue eyes flitting about, cutting the stagnant air with his sharp gaze, searching, looking—
Hunting.
It didn't take long for the darkling child's gaze to eventually settle, landing on the only other occupant inside the tower, and he grinned sharply, ivory fangs flashing. Ah, Vorpal. Figures he'd be the only one inside while it was still light out. Snorting, Glamdring shook out his coat and approached him.
It wasn't like he had any other options to choose from.
(Lucky you, little Lu!)
"Vorpal," he said, casting a shadow over his brother's smaller frame. There was a strange sweetness to his tone, despite the obvious dominant stance. Glamdring waited for his sibling to acknowledge him, hovering closely, resisting the urge to shift impatiently.
When Vorpal finally did what was nonverbally commanded — he'd get a chastising nip (too gentle to draw blood, yet still hard enough to sting) on his flank if he was ignored — he'd find nothing but a bright smile beaming down on him, full and toothy and wide.
"Come with me. I wanna show you something."
He wagged his fluffy tail excitedly.
"It's really cool!"


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