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Post by PenguinNinja on Oct 3, 2012 21:38:22 GMT
OOC: Fantasy monsters; werewolves, fairies, gnomes, vampires, etc etc, just not too OTT otherwise there will be pain. LOTS OF PAIN. *cough* *cough* Feel free to do whatever you like, anything is allowed - Anthro, feral, whatever - and I have left the end of this open. But you are a creature of some kind. Set somewhere on Earth, in a city, in a country, in a place.
Ferals Wild creatures, Werewolves,
Magical Society Vampires, Fairies, elves, gnome,
Anthro Any animal, that is anthropomorphic
Humans duuuh
The four societies have alot of tension between them, mostly aimed towards the Feral's who have no society to speak of and treat everyone almost as prey to be hunted.
She felt more than saw the disturbance about to arise. From her stoop upon a sturdy branch, she watched the ‘debate’ brew into a full out argument. It wouldn’t be long until a brawl started. That curled the corner of her lips in a sharp smirk. How much she itched for a brawl. The argument was about the Feral population and how they were starting to become a problem. A big one. Some suggested fighting, others running. There were diplomatic ideas and physical ones.
Her tail swished with the wind and her blue eyes spun towards the opening in the set of trees that marked the entrance to their little meeting.
With a yip she jumped up another branch and let her black nose peek out from behind a set of leaves. The smell of dark red seeped over the others and soon silence erupted and they too began to step back. Ferals.
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Post by Luna Tsukino on Oct 5, 2012 20:58:03 GMT
The white furred cat was at the heart of the argument, maybe she was too compassionate, maybe she cared too much for her kind to agree to the war that most were pushing, whatever it was she fought against the plans of war. Looked identical to her, only her fur was as dark as night instead of shock white, and her eyes were amber instead of a blood red.
"War won't solve anything Niina, it'll just make them prey on us more!" The white fur yelled.
"You're so naive little Sister." The other replied a sly grin revealing needle like fangs, "You don't want anyone else to die like our dear Kai and Kaya." There was a manipulative tone in her voice as she spoke to the albino. She knew how much the youngest sister cared for their other siblings, before they were killed in action.
"They aren't dead!" the younger yelled, fists clenching.
"Tokie. Tokie. Tokie. You need to learn to grow up." She stood in front of her younger sister, "We need to rid ourselves of these Ferals before they hunt us all! We are Anthros, not pathetic humans," there was an edge of venom in her voice when she mentioned humans, "We can fight against them and...."
The whole group froze, their sensitive noses catching the scent on the breeze. "Ready yourselves! They are coming!"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Oct 11, 2012 22:02:16 GMT
Kiba chuckled, curling spiteful lips upwards to reveal sharp fangs. "Well, well, isn't this cute." His green eyes surveyed the scene with disgruntled pleasure. "Everyone's having a little meeting." The last word was said with a slight hiss to his voice. A spitting venom directed towards the two Anthro cats that seemed to be in the centre of the group.
Behind him, a group of five other werewolves appeared, eyes gleaned towards the crowd of mixed creatures. Hungry eyes glaring with lust for a hunt.
"Please, do continue." He relaxed a foot away from them, arms folded with a mocking tone and eyes playing them. Silver hair jaded back against his head with a sweep to his right.
Her tail curled around the branch of the tree and she puleld her body clsoer to the branch. The less visable she was, the better her chance of getting out unscathed if something were to happen. Sharp fingers bit into the wood and she peered out, watching.
One thing she disliked was the arrogance the ferals held to them. Everything spoke of alpha, arrogance, knowing. In other words, he thought he was the best man around. She hated that and stuck her tongue out at her thoughts.
She let her eyes trail back to the two arguing sisters with interest, wondering what it would be that they would say or do.
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