Roleplaying

Riley blood raced through his veins, carrying adrenaline to his muscles. He loved the hunt, the chase. Killing was the last step, no... He loved the rush as you chased the prey. The fright in their eyes as the stared at death. He loved the demented torture in his prey's eyes.

He plunged into the trees, feeling the need to bark and yip. But control reeled him back, he stayed silent. Death was silent, and nothing frightened more than death... Except for love.

But the was a contemplation for later. The real thing the separated Riley from Volkov. Regardless, Riley finally reached a clearing where a lion stood in a defensive stance. Riley locked his paws, skidding to a halt as dust flew up behind him. Jo-jo and Haunt came to a halt next to him, their eyes bright with the joy the were experiencing.

Amateurs. This isn't fun... yet. This is mildly amusing. Riley smiled, but it wasn't a friendly one. It was one of mischief and mayhem. "Well, your no fun are you? Most of them run. But I guess we'll just have to be more creative." Riley laughed. Jo-jo and Haunt growled and began circling both Riley and the lion. Orth... whatever him name was. They knew better than to attack without Riley's orders. They knew better than to face those consequences.

Orpheus stood his ground, watching with great focus as the meddling trio of dogs raced towards him, and came to a skidding halt. The one at the front of the pack was no doubt the leader, and he was wearing a smug look on his face. Orpheus didn't like the look of him, and his cockyness deeply agitated him. "Who does this misguided pup think he is?" he thought to himself with contempt. "Surely they've got something coming if they think they are gonna pick a fight with me." The wolf came closer, and the others began to circle around the two of them, boxing them in. Orpheus peeked at them from the corner of his eyes, growing tense.

The two drooling animals were no doubt demented, watching him as if he were some toy that was being waved over their heads. They focused on him, their tongues hanging out of their mouths, not daring to touch him but apparently struggling to hold themselves back from giving into the temptation that stood before them. Orpheus realeased a gutteral and angry groan. He realized they wouldn't make a move unless their master gave the word first.

Fixing his eyes on the leader, Orpheus scoffed and narrowed his eyes "And who are you," he started, sneaking another glance at the other wolves who were inching closer and closer "Some sorta self-proclaimed leader of a ragtag team of mutts?" His tail flicked behind him, snapping one of the wolves in the nose with a crack. Orpheus fought himself for restraint. He was young, but at his size he was more than capable of defending himself against a small trio of wolves.

The temptation to let loose and attack was there, and it was strong. Oh, how he wanted to, but he had to remember what was at stake. He hadn't put up with months of aggrivation, pent up rage, and silent obedience to Volkov's commands just to cave now. They were no more than a bunch of misfits, a gang of troublemakers, hardly worth his time or energy. A fight was just what they wanted, and Orpheus wasn't about to allow them the pleasure.

In times like these, Orpheus learned that it was best to just lay low. He stood up tall, and looked down at the wolf before him, his eyes showing little sign of emotion, his face like stone. "Listen, I have more important things to do than entertain a bunch of wet-nosed tail chasers." He scoffed, becoming annoyed. Looking the leader straight in the eyes, he moved towards him slowly, carefully, applying every ounce of self-discipline just to keep himself from locking his jaws on him. "Step aside." he hissed, his voice dripping in contempt as his patience was wearing thin.

Riley's head whipped around to face the new-comer, his fur bristling slightly in defense. Ager seared through him, who dare interrupt him? But he couldn't take on two cats, one was hard enough if you weren't careful. Riley sat down, watching with burning eyes. He recognized this cat, Kojo, for it was one of the one Riley had selected for his... project. He had been keeping an eye on the cat to see how much potential he had.

Riley flashed a smile, one that wasn't friendly, at Kojo. "Why, we're just having some good natured fun. We we're just... kidding around, you know? We wanted to make sure..." Riley strained to remember his name. "Orpheus here was alert and ready, naturally."

Riley's eyes narrowed here. He wasn't one to be trifled with, and he knew enough about Kojo to get under his skin. "Besides, Kojo, who are you to question me? In case you haven’t forgotten, I outrank you, giving you know right to question my priorities." He laughed. "But that’s always how it has been hasn't it? Failing to do the most simple task, even your father knew you lacked the raw skill and talent of your brothers, and smarts apparently. Anyways, last I heard, you were out to bring in Tala's pelt as a offering to Volkov, but you couldn't even take a few wolves, so I don't think you have a right to challenge me cat." Riley let out a growl, watching Kojo for any sign of weakness. Joj-jo and Haunt watched with steady gazes, keeping Orpheus boxed in incase a fight did break out.

Kojo was unmoved by Riley`s passive aggressive smile, given his present mental exhaustion Riley`s answer would have satisfied him, and he was ready to leave at that. He didn`t believe Riley of course; it was obvious that he wasn`t just kidding around, but at the same time he was too distracted by his own contemplations to waste his time arguing. “Well I think it`s probably best for you to return to your own camp now don`t you think?” he said simply, his tone rebellious and carrying an air of rigidity.  He was in no state of mind for games, and struggled to keep his conflicting emotions suppressed.  He started to turn and leave having spoken his peace, but then Riley had to take it too far.

Rileys words struck him like a ton of bricks, catching him wholly off guard, his pupils shank and his muscles tensed, as he stared right into Riley`s eyes looking shocked. His composure collapsed all at once “that’s—that`s” he stuttered seemingly at a loss for words, offering a glimpse of the vulnerability he incessantly suffered. He winced as if in pain, seeing his father and brothers derisive faces all around him, mocking him. Reaiizing that he had allowed his compuser to slip, he shook his head vehemently, forcing those feelings of inadequacy to the back of his mind once more; “that`s in the past”, he insisted suddenly, forcing those words out, as his expression turned bitter. It took every ounce of restraint he could muster to keep from lashing out just then. The anger was back with a vengeance, but he didn`t desire lashing out at Riley, who outranked him. There was just too much at risk, his very station in Volkov`s militia could be at stake. He was sharp enough to realize that Riley was trying to provoke him into hostility, and he refused to take the bait steadfastly.

He changed the subject promptly “Tala has a pack” he countered brusquely “on the other hand you look much more like just a few wolfs to me” he stated astutely “maybe it`s you who have no right to challenge me” he growled insubordinately, never unlocking eyes with Riley.  Suffering a defeat at the paws of the Catori clan had been a sizeable enough blow to his pride, he wasn`t about to stand around and suffer a blow to his worth as well. “Leave, before I decide to sharpen my claws on you” he demanded, narrowing his eyes as his claws cut into the earth beneath him. Despite his better judgment telling him to just let it go and walk away. Riley had no idea of the kind of impulses he had caused to stir within Kojo, who had already resolved to prove himself at any cost. He believed that Riley wouldn`t be foolish enough to challenge him and would depart without inciting any further grief, but he couldn`t help but feel that somehow Riley wasn`t the type to simply walk away. The guy seemed to live for discord. Kojo didn`t desire to fight, but he was ready to defend himself if necessary.

Lacewing, as usual, was wandering. She knew that Volkolv's creatures were very near, but she was confident that they wouldn't be able to detect her. Although the white snow in which her fur blended in with so beautifully had long since melted, Lacewing herself was not without change. She had grown taller and stronger during the harsh winter, no longer the lonely, vulnerable she-wolf she was before. Her fur was a slippery, subtle sort of gray, making her seem ethereal. Her only solid feature were her eyes, but they too, had turned. Instead of the former flaming amber, her eyes were a rich shade of green. She was a creature of the land. She was the land.

Her ears perked. She had heard voices not far off, and soon came across the recent trail of three wolves. The scent was rancid and sour, causing her to blow out forcefully. Deciding to follow the trail, she wasn't at all surprised when she saw three wolves facing off with two big cats. She recognized one of the wolves as Riley, a notorious wolf known for his utter loyalty to Volkov. Sneering distgustedly at the presence of such a wolf, she settled down behind the screen of bushes and waited, her eyes eager.

Spring is here, and with the new season, a hope reborn. A hope for restoration, after the winter war left the land scarred and the woods divided. A rogue wolf known Volkov with a brutish personality and a desire to reak havoc has planted seeds of deception throughout the land over the last year, which resulted in the ruination of relationships and destruction of tight knit communities and a resulting season of chaos. But now, Volkov has been brought to his knees and has retreated for a time. Now for a new season. A season to rebuild and restore relationships, or perhaps for new ones to blossom. Volkov is not dead, and this season of peace may indeed last for a single Season. With the scent of trouble lurking somewhere in the shadows, will the community be restored, bonds be reestablished, and will they be strong enough to withstand what the new year might bring, or to stnd up to Volkov and his army if he should return? 

 

The creatures of the land have been divided and wared against each other the entire winter before, but with the new Spring they have a chance to pull together, while not all will take the opportunity.Traitors will rise and join Volkov's army, while meantime the community will reunite. As bonds are formed in the raciance of Spring,  The fires of Summer, and the returning Winter will put them to the test. It's a test of the heart.

 

This RP is to be the first of 4 RP's, that is, if it does well. The characters developed and the bonds that they forge in this RP will be carried into the next Chapters, so this RP in particular is important for character development.

Also, whoever wishes to play as Volkov the Wolf must be the first to message me about it.

Rules are simple:

-No bad language

-Violence is obviously going to take place, but let's keep it G RATED! Nothing too graphic ( i.e. mutilation or getting too into detail over violent affairs. G rated. )

-No controlling other people's characters

-Romance is allowed (G)

-No powers/odd coloring/etc. Keep it as realistic as possible beyond the fact that the animals can obviously talk..

Message me if you have any questions or concerns. And remember, this is just for fun, so let's get along and just go with it :)

Also, since there is so much room for different species, if you have an idea of a species that you think I should include for playable characters, let me know. As of right now, I am using the generic ones.