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 Sleep π± (#44085) View Forum Posts  Posted on 2021-08-13 23:23:55 |
This RP is closed and has been remade here: LINK A feminine, monotone voice echoes through the halls of a suburban family home, "An estimated 250 dogs live at the plant itself, 225 in the city of Chernobyl, and hundreds more roam around, for a total of more than 1,000, according to SPCA International. Wolves and the need for food have driven the dogs from wooded areas surrounding the plant into the Exclusion Zone." Suddenly, a sharper female voice cuts in. "Don't watch something so depressing, sweetie. The puppies are fine." The screen goes black. setting music The city is picturesque from the television screen. Though living amongst the crumbling, overgrown, radioactive buildings is another hell entirely. Dogs whose ancestors were abandoned by their masters in order to escape the explosion generations ago still remain here to this day, too far into the Exclusion Zone to be saved by any humans residing outside of Chernobyl. Many have been born with birth defects, sometimes visible but more often affecting their minds, organs and lifespans. Two major packs have risen out of the dust, Abolition and Insurgent. The packs have always been at odds but due to the encroachment of wolves and low resources, space is low and tempers are at an all time high. Can they come together to overcome the odds or will their own greed tear them down?
Current season: Early Winter. [Frigid temperatures. Long nights, short and dark days.] Current major events: Time Skip!! 9/5 Two Abolition dogs have been killed by Insurgent pack members. This has caused unrest in both packs. A massive snow storm has swept over Chernobyl, bringing an early winter and a shortage of supplies.
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7-TEA[gregariousOVER OClean] (#196088) View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-18 20:05:42 |
Name: Bates | Location: insurgent territory | Mentions: Being 'well hello Being." :he said and stretched his forelegs as he yawned: 0 players like this post! Like? |
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yoWAi mO (#238465)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-18 20:55:41 |
Roland | Outside of territories (Abandoned storehouse) | @Vanadis Roland just about jumped out of his own fur when he felt the pup brush against him, but refrained from flinching. He glanced at her, some oddly conflicting emotions flickering across his dusty gaze. He quickly lowered his head, tucking his scarred snout comfortably against his belly. "Yeah, by being scary." He grunted at that response, closing his eyes. "I'm not always scary, kid- Vanadis, I mean..." His voice trailed off tiredly and not long after his breaths evened out. He'd unintentionally drifted to sleep, rather quicker than he usually did. Daivik | Insurgent Warrior | Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Shadow, Quillon [indirectly] Isa [directly] As soon as they arrived in camp, Daivik fell completely silent. Not that he had been talking much at all, but he had been occasionally tipping to the others so that they wouldn't be separated. He still stuck to Quillon's side, letting Shadow take control of the situation. "Get him inside, I'm going to grab some extra pelts from my bed to add to his." He nodded, leading the spotted dog into the den, gently setting him down once inside. He backed away once Shadow had hurried back into the den. For a few heartbeats, he looked over the scene dolefully but was quick to leave. He didn't want to make the situation any more awkward than it needed to be. Plus, he needed to report to Isa. Daivik trudged ahead, pointing his snout down and flipping his sharp ears back so that the wind wouldn't be whipping his senses around. It took him a moment, but he finally reached the hospital. He shook off his fur, scattering bits of snow across the entrance. His claws made a bit of a racket before he readjusted himself, walking forwards silently. His eyes scanned the hospital lobby for a moment before he spotted his leader. He approached quietly, stopping at a respectful distance. He lowered his head reverently. "Alpha." He addressed her formally- he thought it was disrespectful to address his superiors by their given names unless given strict permission. "We've returned. Aramis and Quillon have both returned safely, but Quillon is in bad condition. Your Beta, Shadow, is also back. They are caring for him at the moment." He let his gaze trail up to her face rather hesitantly, studying her expression carefully. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 18/09/21 @ 21:48:53 by lemon (#238465) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-18 21:49:11 |
Quillon | Insurgent Warrior | Location: Insurgent Territory. Mentions: Shadow, Aramis, Daivik, Curly. He shuffled along with the others, his weakening legs breaking through the snow with as much force as he could muster. His soldier-like stance slowly began to fade away with each grueling pawstep. By the time they had stumbled into camp, Quillon's head had sunk low to the ground. The barrage of snow hitting him in the face looked like static to the dizzy canine and he peered forwards with an odd emptiness. His black and white coat had been besmirched with blood, the vivid shade of red encompassing much of the back half of his body was much more visible than it had been while he was lying down. As the others spoke he tried to listen, but was uncertain of their muffled words. He suddenly felt quite detached from his surroundings, his dead stare only faltering as Aramis stepped away and disappeared into the blizzard. Where is she going? She isn't leaving is she? A weak frown formed on his features for a millisecond but the thought was fleeting, and soon enough he had completely zoned out once again. "This way!" He winced as Shadow's voice jarred him back to semi-attentiveness. A strong gust of wind rushed into his frame and he wavered a bit, blinking slowly to rid his eyes of the stinging cold. Following along behind his beta, he was quickly ushered into the dark confines of their den. Once inside, he stumbled aimlessly until the dog guiding him had stopped their own paws. Quillon then staggered a few steps before his legs crumpled and he fell rather abruptly to the ground. Bracing for the impact, he grimaced, only to be met by a soft pile of pelts. As Daivik departed, he studied the room with a half-lidded gaze. The dim space was much calmer and the whistling of the wind outside suddenly felt very far away. He allowed his neck to relax and lowered his head onto the fur-lined nest. It wasn't long before he had closed his eyes, no longer having the strength or will to keep himself awake. His breathing remained steady as he slumped into a corpse-like sleep, unstirred as Shadow returned once again and draped another pelt across his side. Isa | Insurgent Leader | Location: Insurgent Camp. Mentions: Aramis, Curly, Daivik. "Raymond!" The sudden noise caused Isa to whirl around. She had identified the dog it belonged to long before she had caught sight of them. It was the voice of her daughter, she was certain, but why was she calling for their healer? Pale eyes straining to find her in the darkness, Isa slowly emerged from the shadows of the hospital. Across her throat was a small smear of red, the scrapes she had gotten from Jet's teeth still fresh and irritated. Her eyes darted between her daughter's speckled coat and the golden-furred lass at her side. That was fast. She thought with a sniff, gazing thoughtfully at Curly as she made her approach. It hadn't been long ago that she had sent the two warriors out to retrieve Aramis, and here she was. It was almost enough for her to commend them... almost. It didn't go unnoticed by the sharp canine that Daivik wasn't present, and her clear voice cut across the stillness of the room. "Where is-" She stopped, taking in a deep breath as a sickly scent wafted past her nose. Blood? She took a step back and mulled over the smell. It wasn't just any blood, it was the fresh scent of a badly injured dog. Her lips peeled back and gaze narrowed, "What's going on?" She questioned, just as the missing warrior reappeared and traipsed his snow-laiden form towards her. "Alpha. We've returned. Aramis and Quillon have both returned safely, but Quillon is in bad condition. Your Beta, Shadow, is also back. They are caring for him at the moment." Her lips peeled back as Daivik spoke, her features growing all the more vexed as he went on. "Quillon?" The fur on her spine had risen significantly at the mentioning of her son. So the blood scent then- It belonged to... Her eyes darted between the three figures before she finally opened her muzzle to speak, "What do you mean by bad condition?" Kardama | Loner | Location: Insurgent Outskirts. Mentions: Artemis. The loner had sat quietly as the storm rolled on outside. Her chilling demeanor never wavered, even as the force of the wind shook the iced-over windows of the building. Cherry irises casting a brooding gaze around the room, her attention landed on the shivering frame of the pup that lay near her paws. A yawn erupted from the dame's muzzle and she lifted her head again, scratching at one of her disfigured ears apathetically. As her back paw flopped back to the ground, she studied the weather outside with a thoughtful lift of her brow. The solid sheet of snow still falling down was nothing to scoff at but the brunt of the blizzard seemed to have passed them by in a blur. At least the wind had calmed down to a small breeze, it's howling dying down to a soft hum at best. Time to leave? She thought to herself, though she was admittedly apprehensive on leaving this lovely shelter. Having to lug her arthritis-ridden limbs around in this type of weather was a harrowing ordeal in itself. The temptation of curling up and drifting off the sleep was gnawing at her mind, but she shook it away with very little musing. Not my territory, not my place to sleep. Kardama pulled herself to her feet and gave her body a long stretch, glancing down at the still-curled pup on the floor. She was hesitant to grab the gal's attention, suddenly conscious of the fact that she may have fallen asleep lying there. So instead, she slowly rocked back onto her haunches and ran her tongue across her nose. Sitting patiently as she awaited the tot to take notice or... wake up. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunenπ (#188943) Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 03:49:18 |
Aramis | Insurgent Scout | Location: Insurgent Camp Mentions: Daivik, Curly, Isa(Directly) Raymond(Indirectly) Aramis turned her gaze as she caught sight of a dog through the dimly lit hospital, hopefully believing it to be Raymond at first. She frowned slightly as her gaze was not met with the healers mottled brown pelt, but instead the gray fur of her mother; Isa. She'd been so concentrated on assisting Quillon back home that she hadn't thought about what her reaction would be to Quillon coming home. She guessed she had already discovered Jet. Speaking of which, she hopes he's somewhere warm in the hospital. Just as she recognized her too, Daivik made his way over, eventually speaking. He must be going over what happened. Aramis thought. I'd best join him, then. She added, claws clicking against the cold floor as she approached the warrior and leader, beckoning Curly to follow. She'd best inform her of what happened at the border earlier in the day, but after she informs her about Quillon. Isa has been so nosy about Aramis's whereabouts that she's bound to interrogate her about how absent shes been during the day sooner or later. She stopped next to Daivik just as Isa spat out Quillons name, a small knot of unease forming in the spotted dames belly as she saw her mother's fur prick along her spine. Aramis was close enough to make out the dark smears of crimson near her throat, her ears pricking at the sight. Blood? What happened while they were retrieving Quillon? She gazed at the laceration curiously, Isa's voice snapping her attention back to her. "What do you mean by bad condition?" Aramis was the one to speak next as Isa's cold gaze raked between the two dogs. "Shadow and I found him after he'd been attacked by a loner. Had we not found him in time, he most likely would have perished." She said, though she doubted Isa would have been affected too much by the last sentence. "Have you got any idea of where Raymond is, by chance?" She added, although in a much lighter way, this time. Vanadis | Loner Pup | Location: Unclaimed Territory, Abandoned Storehouse Mentions: Roland(Directly) "I'm not always scary, kid- Vanadis, I mean..." Vanadis already had her eyes closed by the time Roland said this, barely making out his words through her battle with staying awake, which frankly, she was losing. He remembered my name. The dame thought groggily. If she were more awake, she would have claimed that she wasn't that afraid of him at all, which only a few minutes prior would have been a blatant lie. She'd only hum in response to what he said, though. Her tail slowly made its way over her nose, shielding it away from the biting cold air. Soon enough, Vanadis would lose her battle to stay awake, allowing herself to fall asleep, curled up in the now dark storehouse. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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estervan (#230307)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 03:57:46 |
Raymond | Abandoned hospital (Insurgent Territory) | Mentions: Aramis (Indirectly) She turned her head to a familiar voice shouting her name, Raymond scrabbled and fixed herself before hiding behind a shelf. Her eyes gazed at the empty area around here, getting anxious now quivering in fear as she hid. The dog peaked out every second checking if anybody was there. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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RunnerUp (#227100)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 04:22:39 |
Dabria | Insurgent Warrior | Location: Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Open The dame ambulated through the camp, her paws rising off the ground and landing softly as if she was avoiding canines. Her prosternum rose and fell in rhythmic patterns as she lifted her crown to inhale the pheromones that glided idly on the sweetly perfumed zephyr. Atypically, Dabria possessed an ick for weird, unpleasant noises because theyβd often leave her feeling sick, or even gave her nausea. And the culprit at the very moment was the continuous crunching of fallen leaves beneath her light paws. Howling winds flew past, the instinct to protect her eardrums causing the lass to lower her sensitive auditoriums to the back of her cranium. With a darkened brown fleece ruffled from the angry winds, the mademoiselle treaded onwards, lustrous forestry green eyes scanning the vicinity thoroughly. Her emmpegnage flicked behind her behemoth frame in quick motions, her hues hardened with cold emotions towards the world. An expression of disgust on her maw as she weaved through the crowds of canines ready to go live her fantasy of sleep in solitude that is of course if she could manage to be left alone until then. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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rattler (#230338)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 08:27:26 |
Curly | insurgent warrior | location: insurgent camp |mentions: daivik, Aramis, Quillon ( indirectly) raymond ( directly) she raised her head apon seeing raymond. " raymond!! quillion's hurt!" she dashed over, signaling where quillion was with her tail. " i- aramis told me to get you." 0 players like this post! Like? |
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α©αͺEαα―Oαͺα΄ E (#237195) Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 11:13:47 |
Shadow | Den (Insurgent Camp) | Quillion Shadow whimpered as Quillion drifted off to sleep, scrambling up to find the stash of herbs they had stored away in case of emergencies. Well, this is definitely an emergency. They thought, nosing around their den frantically, the scent of the herbs almost drowned out by the more pertinent scent of Quillion's blood. There! They grabbed the small, leaf wrapped bundle of herbs and dashed back to Quillion's side, rearranging the pelt so that it covered most of his frame, but not the wound. Grey root to prevent infection, bile leaf to speed the healing process. Wrap in oak bark to preserve the effects. The lessons Ferrer had given Shadow on healing and herbs were swiftly coming back now that Quillion was safe from the cold. They carefully mashed the herbs with a rock, spreading the poultice on the oak bark and applying it to the gash in his leg before wrapping it in more bark. "I hope this works..." They whispered softly, pressing their nose against Quill's paw pads and nose to check for fever, a common sign of infection. "Now we wait..." They settled in next to Quill after cleaning up their healing kit, covering it once again with the bright feathers meant to dissuade inspection. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 11:50:48 |
Isa | Insurgent Leader | Location: Insurgent Camp. Mentions: Aramis, Daivik. "Shadow and I found him after he'd been attacked by a loner. Had we not found him in time, he most likely would have perished." Isa swiveled away as Aramis spoke, her angered expression pointing towards the ceiling as she studied a swinging cobweb in the corner. The whistling of the wind outside sent a soft chill through the core of her body. She listened silently until her daughter's voice had faded away, turning her head to leer at them through the darkness. The displeasure in her features was still firm as she bared her fangs to respond. "Had he not abandoned the pack, he would have never found himself there alone to be attacked." Her cold eyes cut between Aramis and the large hound at her side. "His actions put not only himself in danger, but all of you as well. He should have perished out there." Despite how harsh the cutting words were, they held truth. Isa paused her venom-lace speech, studying her daughter's spotted features. She hummed softly. They were likely to revolt if she outright kicked Quillon out of the pack, she knew that. The thought made her feel quite stuck, and she clicked her tongue. I'll have to be careful with this... A frustrated sigh escaped her nostrils and she leaned back thoughtfully. "I have yet to see Raymond today, not that he much deserves her care." Her voice dripped with a scornful tinge as she answered. Isa brushed past the warrior and scout pair, suddenly absorbed by the weather outside. It seemed as though the wind was beginning to settle. The sight of the snow still steadily flowing down did little to calm her nerves, however. "She's likely holed up in a room upstairs. Don't waste too much of the pack's herb supply trying to save that deserter." She sniffed disdainfully, her gaze never flickering from the blizzard. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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yoWAi mO (#238465)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 12:05:02 |
Daivik | Insurgent Warrior | Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Isa, Curly, Aramis, Raymond, Quillon, Shadow [indirectly] "Had he not abandoned the pack, he would have never found himself there alone to be attacked. His actions put not only himself in danger, but all of you as well. He should have perished out there." Daivik blinked. It's not that this statement was completely unexpected- Isa's behavior with such subjects was not new to him. He was just a bit surprised, was all. But maybe that was because he was beginning to feel tired, all of a sudden. He didn't usually tire out so quickly, but he was both mentally and physically exhausted at the moment. He didn't always have so many things to think about, let alone these kinds of things. He let his leader finish speaking before dipping his head respectfully to her and dismissing himself. Aramis would take care of the Raymond and Quillon situation, for sure. He began padding over to his usual corner, mind wandering to the subject of Shadow and Quillon. They seemed so close. I wonder what having that kind of bond with another dog is like. He settled down in the cozy corner, head resting atop his paws as his eyes wandered across camp. He was suddenly reminding of the perky golden dog he'd been sent out with in the first place. Curly. He wished blatantly that he had her energy right now- he didn't like just sitting around like this, but he was tired. It showed in his eyes. I hope she didn't catch a cold or something in that weather. His thoughts trailed off and his eyes closed, though he did force himself to stay awake. He supposed he would just lay in this corner until some dog approached him. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunenπ (#188943) Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 13:58:54 |
Aramis | Insurgent Scout | Location: Insurgent Camp Mentions: Daivik, Curly, Isa, Raymond(Directly) "Had he not abandoned the pack, he would have never found himself there alone to be attacked. His actions put not only himself in danger, but all of you as well. " An expected response that Aramis was foolish enough to hope would never see the light of day. Though Aramis was quite miffed with her mother's words, she couldn't help but see a sliver of truth within them, albeit guiltily. She still failed to understand why her brother didn't come home that day he had left, she assumed it was Ryker but Shadow proved it wasn't so. While he couldn't come home during the blizzard, what stopped him from coming home after it was over? It seemed like, to Aramis he was contemplating abandoning Insurgent. But she wouldn't know unless she asked him herself. In fact, it looked like the dame had agreed to some extent to what Isa said. Could have been less harsh about it, but this is Isa we're talking to. "I have yet to see Raymond today, not that he much deserves her care. She's likely holed up in a room upstairs. Don't waste too much of the pack's herb supply trying to save that deserter." Aramis moved to the side slightly as her mother brushed past her, her copper hued gaze trailing after her. Her gaze broke from her to see Daivik padding off to a corner, blinking at him for a few heartbeats before she'd turn to Isa once again, recalling her words with a small grimace. "Right." She'd say dismissively, shortly before she recalled her skirmishes with that loner by their borders. Best tell her about that as well before she forgets. "Speaking of loners, I had my own skirmish with one that crossed into our territory earlier in the day. The broad was taken back to Abolition after the commotion got the attention of one of their leaders. But," She paused shortly to swipe her tongue over her nose. "The brute basically warned me that they wouldn't take too kindly with anymore Insurgent dogs seen by their borders any longer, since Fang murdered one of their own." She finished, studying Isa for a reaction, which she was genuinely curious on seeing. The sound of claws scrabbling against the floor caught her attention however, and her head spun around to a rather inconspicuous shelf, which was the source of the noise. ARamis would have turned her gaze away if she hadn't noticed the brown tail that was poking out from behind it. Must be Raymond. She thought with a small frown, turning to look at Isa. "Excuse me for a second." She excused herself quickly, walking over to the shelf that Raymond was hiding behind. Her approached slowed as she neared it, huffing out her presence to hopefully not startle the healer too much. "Raymond, is that you? We need your help with Quillon, he got attacked by a loner, and he's in really bad condition. I'm not sure where he is now, But I assume Shadow took him to their den." She said gently, smiling softly at the other in case she looked at her. Though Aramis never really talked to Raymond too much, she did remember that Raymond would often look after her and her siblings when she was just a puppy, since Isa wasn't around much. She grew up quite fond of the healer, and that fondness carries on to this day, but she struggles to really have conversations with Raymond as it could be awfully awkward. She should probably try again, sometime. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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samael (#237217)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 15:44:48 |
Synopy | Abolition Co-lead | Abolition Camp | Mentions: (Direct) Deanira, Rye, (Indirect) Likaen, Mavy Of course, she felt comfortable talking with Deanira. It was just a bit...well, hard for her to start a conversation without being awkard. "Hi Synopy, care to sit with me?" the other said in reply, as Synopy came to sit down. "Sure,,, I wouldn't mind a nice rest." She knew that it was obvious that she was clearly distressed, and there was no denying it. "You feeling alright?" She took a moment to sort out her words before responding, "Nothing really. I just have this feeling that something is terribly wrong, which is surely something from me. But I feel like I may be overthinking it, as nothing bad could happen so soon after Mavy's death right?"Synopy wasn't the type to usually be nervous, but ever since the news of the pitbull mixes' death, it seemed as if her mind couldn't get off the thought of war between the two packs. Quite unlikely, as the chance that it was an accident and wasn't planned by the whole pack would be much more likely. It didn't seem like the Insurgent members wanted war, but the pack had been upset by the whole incident. Some wanted revenge, others didn't. "Good evening!" a Labrador mix called out to the two, and of course it had to be Rye. "Ah, sorry if I'm interrupting. Likaen wishes to speak with you both." Likaen? Did something happen? "I'm sure it's important, otherwise he wouldn't have sent me." Important. It made her worry. "Ah, I see. Has anything happened? I don't expect you to know much about it." she asked the other dog. She just hoped that it wasn't anything negative. Fang | Insurgent Scout | Insurgent Territory | Mentions: None After that incident, Fang had felt best to keep low profile. Considering what he wanted to do for his future. Would he want to continue living in the pack? With the weight of killing another dog from another pack? Or would he like to break free and become a loner? To no longer feel the weight of peer pressure? The consequences of becoming a loner were blurred. He knew how to take care of himself, but it would be significantly harder. It wouldn't make sense for him to leave Insurgent. He wondered if anyone would really care, or notice if he was gone. Although them caring wouldn't matter to him anyway. As his paws trudged through the snow and his mind was lost in it's thoughts, the sun was setting already and night seemed to return once again. Sometimes, he liked the night, away from noise and all the other stuff. Sometimes, he just wanted to sleep through it for all eternity. Sometimes, he hated it for the stars looked like they were constantly judging his every move and feature. And sometimes, he didn't care no longer. But tonight, he liked it better than most nights. As not only was it not noisy and busy like the day, he was alone. Being alone was a blessing to him, or a curse to others. He had always thought those others weren't in their right mind. Although he wasn't one to judge. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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7-TEA[gregariousOVER OClean] (#196088) View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 16:38:34 |
Name: Slip | Location: insurgent Camp | Mentions: Isa :he whined, as he waited, his eyes open as his gaze searched for her: 0 players like this post! Like? |
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SnuhBobaπ§ (#225822)
Toxic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 16:44:02 |
.|Stixx | Insurgent healers Den|Mentions: Idk|. Stixx stayed in the Healers Den, he turned to see a Comfy nest. He lay down in it his head starting to hurt, he felt something brush against his side earlier and drifted off to sleep while thinking about it. The cold bit through his thin coat. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-19 16:49:42 |
Being| Insurgent Territory| Mentions- Bates Being smiled. βHello, Bates.β He said, then closed his eyes, hearing the storm die down. After a long while, he yawned and stretched his forelimbs. He glanced at Bates, then crouched. He felt like scaring someone today. βCare to go hunting?β He mused quietly, making his way to the burrow entrance. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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