Nuo
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Post by Nuo on Nov 27, 2006 19:39:57 GMT -5
Furcadia isn't workin' for me at the moment and I was wonderin' if a rp for Nuo's acceptance into the pack could be posted here. or my own need for quick acceptance I'll post in this thread, though I'm goin' to be at the movies from 7-9pm (FST) tonight and might not be back to continue a rp if someone posts... Lanky form strode through the vegatation among the earth, lobes sitting erect utop a slender skull; though pivetting with each sound produced from an unknown. "Seems li' a good spot..." She'd slur from rims as she padded towards the shores of a small pond, not in the least bit worried of the looming shadow of a rock enclosed den now behind her rigid frame. Haunches flexed for a moment before buckling beneath her, setting herself to the soil with a muffled groan emitting from parted jowls. Nape would extend to allow a reflection to be noted; skull cocking in her curiousity. [/center]
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Post by Pocketly on Nov 28, 2006 0:43:20 GMT -5
I'm not the greatest at forum roleplay, but it sounds good to me. Its so pleasent to actualy have activity on the message board! I have an excuse to actually check it. ^__^
Pocketly peered forward with chocolate eyes, tall ears perked and alert. He'd caught the scent of the unfamiliar bitch, and came closer, into the range of sight to see just who she was. "It is, ain't it, prettyfae.." the choked, gritty voice of the stringy young male neutral at best. He couldn't collect wolves by making a fuss, spitting and growling at every scent he didn't recognize, could he? Such had put him in the partial abandon of his instinctual urge to protect what he saw fit as his territory.
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Nuo
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Post by Nuo on Nov 28, 2006 16:42:27 GMT -5
Yeah... Now all ya' need for your pack is more members.. Nuo still sat upon the earth, though the 'tire of her broad frame grew rigid as the brute's words were interpreted and his position, discerned. "Ah.. so you be one of 'em mutts who fanc'eh evesdroppin'?" Abnormally baritoned vocals would inquire, with a tilt of her blemished snout; though the scars did not show through the matted fur that lined her physique. Nares flared, drinking in the scent of this brute to detect just who he was; though this was not possible considering an acquaintance had not been dealt between the duo.
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Post by Idril on Nov 28, 2006 19:12:00 GMT -5
Anyone Mind I if join? No? Good >D Idril. Tiny bitchling was wandering threw the overlarge shrubbery, searching for Pocket. Snout thrust upward, nares flaring. Arrangement of scents met her, none of which were Pocket's. Snorting, she lowered her cranium back to normal position. "Of all the times to leave...." Mitts brought the harlot farther into the heavily forested area. Once more, stopping, she thrust snout into air, and inhaled. Nares twitched slightly, grin sweeping along 'er slightly parted jowls. Claws dug into the rugged terrain. Hind limbs jerked, pushing off the ground. Whelpen surged forward, spraying mud in her wake. Soon, fem came across Pocket. As well as another. Still hidden behind the shrubbery, she stooped low. Silently parting a few branches she peered out. Harks tilted forward. Violet gaze locked on the two whilst a small smirk crept 'long her jowls. Why make her presence known when she could just sit back and watch the show?
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Post by Pocketly on Nov 28, 2006 22:04:58 GMT -5
Sorry for the delay
Called his mitts together under him, bringing himself to sit a small bit away from the fae. Unkempt tail flickered this way and that, once or twice. He was nearly certain he'd caught Iddy's scent, but the whelp was all over the territory, and the brute could not be certain. Alternately, he could have been playing dumb for her sake, letting the pup on in her cames. "List'nin in is the best way to go about knowin whatcha talk about, don'tcha know?"
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Nuo
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Post by Nuo on Nov 28, 2006 22:29:27 GMT -5
The femora immediately emitted a snort of question as the brute spoke, harks perked as nostrils flared; allowing yet another scent to be noticed, though forgotten moments after. Librums warp over tainted canines, bringing emphasis to her garbled language. "So I hear. Though it ain't all tha' smart to be talkin' shit when ya' just sittin' there, boy." A bemused smile would crease her jaw line, from snout to orb; as she held her gaze on this bastard. ( Short..... =P ) [/size]
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Post by Pocketly on Nov 28, 2006 22:32:24 GMT -5
Do I wait for Iddy before posting again?
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Nuo
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Post by Nuo on Nov 28, 2006 23:00:00 GMT -5
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Post by Pocketly on Nov 28, 2006 23:08:59 GMT -5
I dun think shes alive, so I'll post any how.
Pocketly snorted, giving the amused flick of his tail "You wantin me to get to doin something, Prettyfae?" Paws pressed into the soft ground, shifting his weight with the anticipation of some kind of banter, play, or harmless scruffling. It was then that he'd stand on the strength of his four legs, and bring himself forth with the brunt of his body. If she let him close in, there would be a heavy nuzzle to her side, consisting of his head and shoulders, to be taken as she liked, boyish greeting or invitation for play. It was harmless, the way he bounced around to face her, eyes alert. Flirtatious at best.
I'm not sure I like how that came out.
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Post by Idril on Nov 29, 2006 15:43:59 GMT -5
Sorry guys. I had to go to bed. It was laatee.
Idril. Visionaries were still locked on the two. Harks perked forward, nares twitching slightly. Oh god was this boring. Plume started to twitch, a sign of her boredum. At Pocket's actions she snorted. Maybe too loud. Suddenly realizing her mistake, Whelpen wuickly withdrew her snout, letting the shrubs move back in place. Now she stood deathly still. And if Pocket found her? He won't do anything to me. Lower librum was bit. Or would he? Mitts moved backward slightly. One tripped over the other and she tumbled forward. Sickening thunk was heard as she crashed to the ground. Several shrubs were broken. Twigs and leaves clung to her dainty frame. Not at all looking her best.
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Nuo
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Post by Nuo on Nov 29, 2006 22:45:46 GMT -5
I was at church and school all day... DDx And I'm trying to make Furc work so we can actually rp in the dream.... Senses became, frankly, keener as an instinctual action was permitted; lobes perking and nares spanning her snout. A minute expanse of her disdainful scrutiny would be allowed to face the supposed actions of the bastard, the greater part of her attention sent to the ruckus emitting from the foliage near the accompanied position of the femora. "Ya' got friends boy?" She'd murmur towards the vegatation; though her words were obviously directed to the oh-so-friendly mutt flanking her, this being registered with a flick of her banner given towards the brute.
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Post by Pocketly on Nov 29, 2006 23:56:04 GMT -5
I was doing the "getting an education" thing too, unfortunately.
Pocketly's chocolate eyes where all for the bushes where the pup was hiding, he'd forgotten his attempt to get the bitch to react, and a grin played across his lupine features, putting on display yellowing fangs. He dipped, neck extended. A gritty, chocked growl clawed its way up his throat, mocking the whelp in the depths of green, threatening a gentle pounce if she where not to act first. "Tineh ones, prettyfae, tineh ones.."
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Nuo
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Post by Nuo on Nov 30, 2006 8:12:13 GMT -5
Furc is now workin' for me... So, if we all happen to be on at the same time the rp could continue there. Until then I'll just wait for Iddy's posteh... ;D
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Post by Idril on Nov 30, 2006 17:46:09 GMT -5
Idril. Shaking her peltage she trotted over to Pocket. "I've been searching everywhere for oyu." Visionaries narrowed. "And I find you played kissy face with..." Gaze flicked to the fem, then back to Pocket. "With whoever the heck this is." Snorting she settled her rumpus down a few feet away from the two. A whelpen scolding her alpha. Unusual, no? Visionaried switched to gaze back at the shurbs. All broken and mattled from her tumble. Smirk played at her librums. Anyone could tell that Iddy had been through there. Harks twitched over to Pocket, catching the last words of his statement. "Short?" Harlot snorted. "Still big enough to boss you around Pocket." Visionaries rolled. And I don't go around pleading for the member's of my opposite sex to mate with me." Plume wrapped 'round her tiny frame, covering her maw. She was done....for the moment
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Nuo
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Post by Nuo on Nov 30, 2006 22:54:36 GMT -5
A chuckle would emit from parted jowls, rims once more giving emphasism to this motion; wrapping over illtreated canines as her iron tainted gaze would flicker from one to the other. "Ya' got too much smart in yo' big head, kid." She'd murmur towards the position of this whelp, a smirk flittering of jaws though fading in the end. "Probabl'eh the works of y'er scruffy little friend?" She'd inquire, more arrogantly then true curiousity; sure the femora had been interested in the playful little acts of the bastard but now her attention was everted to another source of entertainment; the obviously clumsily little fluff.
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