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Post by chiquine on Jul 16, 2006 22:09:59 GMT -5
A small pony(looking like this: www.mountaintopinc.com/images/)walked forward on to the hill. She was Misty Mountain, many called her Small Fry she had somewhat of an additude. She looked around and whinnied. She walked to the top of the hill and looked around, all she saw was a wolf walking around in the distance. "Someone has got to show up some time." she said to herself. She started to look around...
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 18, 2006 11:22:05 GMT -5
The sun cackled on high and shot down rays of withering heat. It seemed to Plato as if the rays were darting in and out of his thick pelt with particular ease today. He was not in a good mood. Parallel ribbons of torn flesh streaked across his muzzle, thanks due to a pop from Aroh. Plato snarled just thinking about it, peeling back his lip. I'm just trying to do my best here, and Aroh has to prance on over and rip my fur off every time! I was just talking to Icka, and what does he find it necessary to do? Punch me in the face! Frustration oozed from his features. Plato had no veneration for the seasoned male wolf. Just dislike and distrust. Maybe a trace of fear now and again. Suddenly, he paused, lowering his furry belly to the ground. A figure loomed up ahead. Was it a deer? Nay. A horse. Plato's belly rumbled in disappointment. He rose, and stalked closer. Commence fuming. Suddenly, Plato halted. Closer now, he recognized the horse as, yes, a horse, but a very small one. Stock still, he peered at the solitary creature for a few minutes, and decided what action to take. He would have to estimate its stamina and speed. He had to make it move. All thoughts of Aroh and his not so benignant nature was erased from his mind. Hunt now, brood later. Gotta get it to move. Gotta scare it. Plato let a lout, gut churning snarl spin over the steep slopes. He lay concealed behind a rock, not giving away his position. He snarled again, sending a few sparrows fleeing.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 20, 2006 19:41:41 GMT -5
Misty Mountain walked down the hill a bit, she had not ben frightened a bit. She sented the air and then dropped her head to the ground and started sniffing. This usually surprised other animals. She walked following senting the extremely strong sent then walking towards the rock where Plato lay she stopped, sniffed, and lifted her head. Then she walked around the rock, looked a Plato, rolled her eyes, and said,"Hi. My name's Misty Mountain if you've got problem with it let me know and I'll take you out." Let me remind you that this pony is barely 7 hands high. She stomped and asked "What's your name?"She glared at him.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 21, 2006 13:32:13 GMT -5
Plato's rock-grey fun nearly fell off his body like pine needles in shock as the slim face of this mini-horse was stuck into his own. He released a growl of irritated surprise as he leaped back. He unsheathed his claws. He bristled his fur till it was akin to a lion's mane. Then he stopped and thought a moment, and processed this freak horse's strange words. What in the name of the Stars?! One thing registered with the brash male wolf, this pony would be willing to flay his hide with her hooves just as harshly as she had her voice. It wasn't worth it. He couldn't afford any more injuries. Embarrassed, he was reminded of the stripes of red on his snout. "Misty Mountain? Isn't that a bit of a fancy name for a bit of sup'?" Lip vibrating, he sneered. If he couldn't eat the creature, at least he could tenderize it. "I'm Plato." Well, at this point, there was no hope in slaying this specimen of a horse. A kind of an unspoken rule than ran through wolves of any valor said that one you have spoken a good bit to a creature, and exchanged names with it, you just didn't eat it. "Though I thought you'd know that." He sighed in resignation, resting on his haunches and lying his fur flat. Star cursed morals....
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Post by chiquine on Jul 22, 2006 12:29:17 GMT -5
"Hello Plato." she said. "Who beat you up?" she asked. "Oh, and just to let you know last time a wolf beat me up I broke is back and shattered his canine, well one of them. You know of him his name is. Belive it or not he survived and lived, you know of him, he know fears me, his name is um, Arough no oh I got it know!!! It's Aroh!!" She sighed. "Good times! As far as I know I'm the only one he fears!" She laughed. "Hah, so don't underestamate me." She looked at him strictly.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 22, 2006 15:48:08 GMT -5
(((chiquine- that is what we call godmoding. You cannot make up random incidents in another character's life without the consent of the character/person playing said character. Do we understand each other? This is a warning.
Plato glared at the half-pint through half-shut golden eyes. "You broke his canine? What's that supposed to mean?" He snapped sarcastically, snapping his wet, gleaming teeth together. Squirrel like tail wrapped around his haunches, he eyed the horse with measurable dislike. "Last time I checked, having a scratch on your nose was no considered getting beat up. Last time I checked, that was the mark of functioning like a normal living creature." When Plato spoke, his lip curled. When his lip curled, he looked highly disagreeable. And such was the presented disposition of Plato. "What brings you so close to Wolves' Camp anyways?" The sun cast down its rays mercilessly through the thin skin of aging autumn. Plato waited anxiously for the crisp days when frost blanketed the earth. He could almost taste the hushed rainbow of full fledged autumn on his tongue.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 23, 2006 10:58:33 GMT -5
OOC:Hehehe? Sorry all the rpgs I've been on have shut down or been abandon a week after I started so you could say I'm new at this. But the point is I need to learn.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 23, 2006 11:20:49 GMT -5
"Well, I didn't really beat him up it was a big horse protecting his herd. I watched from the sidelines and wished I had a herd I've never had one before. Well I went to try and help him and he gave me this," she turned and showed him a scar it looked like a Aroh had taken his teeth to her rump. "I'm not sure if thought it was me but you know I only take credit for these things because mabye some one will want me in there herd, pack, pride, or whatever. But obvisily it's pointless to tell a wolf. Oh, and to awnser your question I guess mabye out here somebody will like me, but that's hopeless." She had started to like the wolf. Sure he hated her to peices but come on at least he hadn't tried to kill her... yet.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 23, 2006 11:22:09 GMT -5
Please tell me if I mess up. Then I can learn!
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Post by chiquine on Jul 23, 2006 11:30:48 GMT -5
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 23, 2006 13:36:44 GMT -5
ooc: It took me a while to learn the ways of rp, I remember how confused and pitiful I felt Ok, well basically you need to watch out for god moding. This would include any form of making up a history.past involving anyone's character without consent. You just did it in your last post- but you were not aware. If you need any other help-feel free to ask. You can PM me or post on the help board : )Plato peered up at the equine past his slender, grey snout. Why am I talking to this... horse? If one of the others saw me now....His ears flattened to his head at the thought. Muscles stiffening, he felt the overwhelming urge to retreat to the cool recesses of the yawning cave that crouched, hidden in Wolves' Range. The sun licked Plato's body ferociously and baked him in his place. A growl echoed low in his chest. He hated Sun Slopes. It was too open, too hot, too... sunny. He kneaded the grassy terrain with his thick claws. Then he stood, then he turned. Flicking his bushy tail shorty and snarling. He was too good for this.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 23, 2006 16:07:44 GMT -5
OOC:O.K thanks!! Misty was also feeling like a she was in a oven. "Wanna go find some shade?" asked Misty. "Not that there is any or anything." Misty hoped that some animal would come and invite her to their group. She wanted a family, somthing she had no memory of. Prehaps that why she was such a wildfire.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 24, 2006 14:06:19 GMT -5
Hello? Is any one on?
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 24, 2006 15:21:48 GMT -5
(((ooc: If you want to check and see if any other members are online, just go to "home" and then scroll down to the bottom of the page where it will list the logged-in members. This would be preferable to repetitively asking "who's on?" on rp boards. Remember to keep OOC talk on the OOC boards.)))
Plato twisted his head to rest it on his sweat-dampened shoulder. The sun was making him ornery, in it's bleached, fiery radiance. Horse and wolf... rest together in shade? I think this specimen may be a few needles short of a pine tree..... Flicking one of his grey, triangle ears in puzzled heat, he turned and padded sloppily closer to the horse. "Sure, why not? You can risk your own neck if you so chose." He threatened rather half-heartedly. His yellow eyes could already feel their pools being cooled by the gentle breath of tree-shadows.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 24, 2006 15:43:04 GMT -5
Misty nodded and then started down the hill."Come on." she said.
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