Looking to get back into roleplaying, i took a hiatus from my pet sites and roleplaying.
my example will be a piece i wrote in 2015 when i was 25, i will be 33 in may.

Semi-Lit
I am always seeking new roleplay partners.
i will roleplay almost anything
i prefer roleplays with atleast one paragraph replies
My Grammar is not the best.
some types of roleplays i will do.
-Lions
-Warriors
-Harry Potter
-Medieval
-Wolves
-Pokemon
-Rated R
-Romance
-MxM / FxF relationships
-Serial Killer
-Zombie/apocalypse
&&& Lots more i am open to ideas.
I will use male or female characters
i will roleplay in pm/messages or on boards/threads
i will do group roleplays
Can and will use Multiple Characters
I prefer quad [animal only] or human, but will cave in and do anthro [humanoid animal]

I will include an example i wrote in 2015 for another feline breeding based site called mweor
Example Below
A purple bundle sat silhouetted by snow covered pine tree's watching the snow flakes drift down,The colors have changed in the world from a vibrant green to dull browns bringing in the cold and white snow. This was not Morgana's first cold season nor would it be her last, But just like them all they fascinated her so. Although she knew she was not meant for this cold, her soft lulled purple butterfly wings would soon cake with snow and frost, if she tried to use them at all to fly they would rip or worse she could lose a wing altogether.

A litter mate perished the first cold season trying to fly and play to rough in the cold and not listen to mwits parentals, the sight had frightened poor little morgana since, she had took care of her sensitive wings to the best of her knowledge. For she knew she was not like the other mweor, Her wings were special they were a gift as were her markings,Her pelt was a deep maroon purple, bright pink ears,deep purple eyes, her paws had a lighter purple lower fade and to top it off she was dappled with pinkish orange spots. Morgana was a sight, After her littermate's accidental death her mother had been a little over protective.

Grown now left the nest, learned what a mwit could learn from their parents her adventure is her own. Some snow birds hopped from snow covered pine trees above morgana but she paid them little attention, the valley she watched use to be that of a small pond or could be considered lake now frozen and covered under snow, it use to be her favorite place to bask and fish during the summer and even hunt for small rabbits and rodents around the shoreline.

Sighing softly the winter always was hard specially for one that could not last that long out in the snow for long periods of time. Twitching her fragile butterfly wings behind her haunches just to make sure they were still okay and not frozen solid, they seemed to move okay, she had not been in the snow to long, nor could she spend to much time reminiscing on the summer or of her mwit-hood she needed to find some food and get back into her cave before her wings for frozen and could get fractured or worse broke or she herself died..

Morgana let another summertime sigh out and turned from the pond or small lake and set off to look for some winter time rabbit or something she could hunt down and eat and return to the warmth of her cave before it got to late. Snow crunched under her paws, her nose wrinkled as her paw pads touched against the cold snow, She really did not like the cold she was more a summer mweor, the winter hare's normally roamed downward where the snow was less and the grass could be easier to dig up for them to eat. Also further away from the cave that kept her wings from safety, but one must eat. So she bounded down hill, first it was slow in depression but then the cold pushed her onwards with renewed strength.