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Kennard opened his eyes, one side of his face burried in the ground. Surprised, he shot up, shaking the dirt out of his reddish brown fur. He wasn't around anything but forest, and he was confused. Moving his head around, he heard a light clink sound, and jumped again. He looked down and noticed a collar with a diamond jutting off of it. moving it around, he saw a name on it. "Kennard...what does that mean?" he asked himself. He realized that he couldn't remember a thing, and that scared him. He couldn't even remember his name. Looking back at the diamond, he guessed the name scratched messily into it was his to call his own. Looking around the forest one more time, he decided it was time to explore, as he was hearing other wolves converse with each other. He stayed in the outer laying bushes, as he wanted to figure out what he was up against, and to make sure these wolves were friendly. Since he couldn't remember a thing, he couldn't remember any good ways to defend himself, and he did remember that being alone and injured was a bad thing.
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Kennard laid low behind some bushes, watching a wolf pull these objects out of another. The smell of blood instantly hit his nose and almost sent him reeling, but he didn't want the others to know he was there until he got a good judgement on them.
"Oh, I can't remember anything?" Jezebel retorted at Arrow's comment. "How do you know? Maybe I'm just playing along with you all and am waiting for a chance to turn cannibalistic and eat one of you alive."Â
This had all spewed from her before she had thought about it much, so she added "I could do that, you know."
In truth, Jezebel remembered no more than the rest of them. "Well, no use in appearing weak, now is there." Jezebel did not care twopence about the rest of them and whether they could remember or not. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
Kennard watched the wolves bicker among themselves, but he did notice one thing. They all couldn't remember anything either. That was odd, so many wolves around and not one of them could remember a thing.Â
After figuring out that no one knew anything beyond them waking up, he started picking out their personalities, so he knew which ones to follow and which ones to avoid. Kennard saw that most of them were somewhat bearable, minus one who seemed to have a temper. He got out of his thoughts however when he heard a slightly threatening command thrown his way. Kennard panicked, not sure if he should show himself or not. Kennard pushed himself back out of the brush, and stood up. He stayed away from the group, he could hopefully outrun them if they were more hostile than they seemed, but he cleared his throat.
"Not sure who any of you are, but you seem to be in the same predicament as me. I can't remember a darn thing either." He said, looking towards the wolf who told him to show himself. She was getting a little too close for his comfort, so he backed up a little.
Kariba remained on the outskirts of the group, duly noting the fallen wolf in the middle. Early, she had decided to stay out of the fight. In her opinion, fighting wasn't really doing much. Darren still had the quills in his nose, and no one could remember where they were from. Softly, Kariba nudged the fallen wolf with her nose.
"Hey, is he ok?" She circled around him a couple of times, watching closely. Breathing a sigh of relief, she saw his chest rise and fall softly as he breathed. At least he wasn't dead. For some reason, the thought of another wolf dying in this forest was immensely frightening.
Our setting is a massive pine forest that seems to never end. Many lakes and rivers run through it. Very easy to get lost around here...
You wake up in a strange forest. You can't remember who you are, what you've been through, or even how old you are. You do not know anything about yourself. There is an odd necklace or chain around your neck, with a charm/amulet as the pendant - it also has your name on it. You wander around the forest for a while, and soon meet other wolves who have encountered the same fate, and you decide to travel together and become a pack. Your new pack settles next to some cliffs in a pine forest. Later on the pack stumbles upon some tunnels, not knowing that they are haunted by some ghosts who are very unhappy. These ghosts are filled with rage becuase they were brutally murdered in the tunnels, and their spirits are now trapped there. They can only come out on the full moon and with this advantage of being able to roam freely during these times, they try to hunt down their murderers and will stop at nothing to get their revenge.
Will the pack survive these growing forces beneath the shadows?
Sai is the mod for this RP and will enforce the rules.
I am GOD. I have the ability to attack you with mini ninja marshmallows if you throw the rules away.
Rules:
1. Don't swear. You can put a few asterisks, but no cussing right out loud. Be nice.
2. I don't want seven females running about with only one male. Keep a ratio. If you've read these rules, you'll respect this.
3. Come on. Be somewhat literate or at least semi-literate. Type |!k3 th!$ and I'll injure you.
4. You can have a maximum of 3 characters.
5. No god-modding, power-playing, flaming, spamming, Mary-sues/Gary-stues and the like. Don't kill another person's character without permission.
6. Only I can Rp monsters and/or ghosts, unless I give you permission. You may ask but dont just go make a crazy mutantbear without asking
7. Love and crushes are allowed, but don't get too extreme.
8. Have fun! :)