OOC Hey! It's Ruki! :D Been workin' on a new skin, which is why I haven't posted much, and it's finally done! Mostly anyway. Change it to Umber Fields and you should see all the fun. There are bound to be a few kinks in the display, so please tell me if there's anything wrong, or if something just looks odd to you, like if the font's too small. :C I'm thinkin' it might be. Staff ppl should pm me with 100x100 icons. Also the mini-profile circle images are 125x125. I thought they were 100x100 at first, but no, I forgot about the circle border edits. |D Couldn't have gotten it done without the codes from the people in the credits, so silent shoutout to them. Staytuned for more weird updates. Might do some re-arranging of the boards. Anywho, hope you like it!
OLD: 4/04 Ruki says: NEW SEASON! Spring has started! We might start advertising places again now that midterms are over for all of us, and posting is back up. Not exactly OOC news, but Enheit Alpha Sinead has PUPPIES. If you wanna adopt the last one, the adopt thread is HERE! Ody and Raven have their own rules for this, so read them and adopt a pup if y'all want. SPRANG BRAAAAKE.
2/26/15 WHY HELLO! Guess who it is again. Ruki. I've been busy condensing rules and tips into a handy updated guidebook here on THIS PAGE! with the help of my fellow staff buddies. It's super important to read and make sure you get all the fun info down. The newest rule is about ALPHA ACTIVITY, so be sure to read the Lands and Territories section. The gist of it is that yall leaders gotta post once a week. If you don't POOF. No more land for you. This is a new rule, but if you haven't posted within the next few days and haven't been active in a while, you best get on that 'cause yo' land's 'bout to be snatched.
IC Spring is here at last and the land is beginning to flourish with new life once more. Young animals are plentiful and slowly others are rousing out of hibernation. April showers rain down, and springtime flowers are budding out from their winter beds. SPRING will last from April 1st - June 1st
Sun, rain, more sun. These were the two sole elements that seemed to penetrate the great depression carved into earth in spring. Surrounded by impoverished bodies and trapped within high walls, aside from the stench the heat and mud was the most damning thing about this place. So often had Kaska experienced it and yet she wasn't sure she'd ever grow accustomed to the discomfort. How could anyone? The filth clung to her legs below and the sun's existence seemed intent on scorching her back from above. It wasn't even summer yet and already it felt as if she might cook alive wrapped in a thick winter coat that hadn't shed yet. Still, she assumed it could have been worse. She could have been dumped here in the height of summer and she hadn't. It could have been pouring rain like it had the night before, but it wasn't. Her fur was still a little damp, something she was sure would swiftly dry out as the day dredged on, leave her in a mess of clumped hair and itchy patches. But the most horrendous thing to Kaska at this point was the boredom.
Tossed haphazardly across a boulder stained in suspicious substances, the she-wolf took to observing every smidgen of movement around her. First she stared into the clouds, tracking a great billowing mass that passed in the distance yet wasn't enough to block out the light. Kaska wasn't sure if she should pray for its relief or be glad it strayed out of the way. Hours later when at it at last traveled beyond her line of sight, her gaze dropped to the poor sods around her. Unlike the majority of these souls, Kaska hadn't been starved thin or beaten into some shell of a wolf. They shuffled around for any morsels that might have been overlooked, scratched feverishly at old sores that would never heal, hid in the shadows whenever a sentry stalked by overhead. Somewhere off in the pit she could hear the peculiar sound of someone grunting, but she didn't dare investigate the source. Instead she fixed her attention on a guard making rounds, shoving his way through the scattering of wolves and making every effort to knock each of them over. She snorted at his effort to appear something big and fierce. When he latched his eyes on her she shifted away, focusing on a rock at the base of where she'd perched herself. She'd never been good at making herself scarce, her effort found to be in vain. With a startled yelp he'd taken her by the scruff and tossed her forward and by then Kaska knew the routine that was expected of her. "Time to get rid of you, whelp." She skulked forward up the path.
Here she was again midst a sea of eyes that washed over her as if she were no more than a speck of sand. If ever there were wolves to know Auktion Rock better than they'd known any home, Kaska was a sure bet to be one of them. A mere three months had passed since the last time she'd been tossed into the pits, a mere three months since she'd ambled to stage and lasted the hawking of the slavers trying to get rid of her. Her previous master was to be payed a week in bountiful hunting grounds at her expense, and that was it. Just another slave worth no more than seven days of one's life. How many times had it been? As Kaska glanced around the familiar space and wall of disinterested faces, she couldn't really recall anymore. Someone barked out her perceived qualities, why anyone should want her. She was a grand conversation, they'd say, or some nice juicy scrap of meat to chew on when you were bored. Not this scene again. Screw it, thought Kaska, knowing exactly where lies and false expectations had landed her so far. She'd take this into her own paws.
"I'm a dreadful hunter," came her own proclamation. To her satisfaction the thunder of noise that always seemed to weigh this place fell to stunned silence and she could have heard a pebble drop. Someone coughed in surprise at her audacity to speak and she smirked at the twisted face of the guard. "I think I've caught six, maybe seven rabbits in my life and two of them were already dead! And gods, good luck trying to sleep with me in the den. I've been told I snore something awful." The disgruntled brute that had announced her lurched forward with a snarl that cast the she-wolf's auds back in the same motion. "You will not speak, girl!" He roared this in her face so fiercely she could swear she caught steam billowing from his nostrils. She should have been a smart sklavin and fallen belly up at his paws, but Kaska never claimed to be smart. Her lips pulled up in her own defense, a foolish move at best, fatal at worst, but she found herself caring very little. "Hey, you want to get rid of me once and for all, right? They might as well know what they're getting this time." Perhaps it was not the wisest way to go about getting herself out, but she saw no need for false pretenses.
I'M GONNA CHANGE YOU LIKE A REMIX, THEN RAISE YOU LIKE A P H O E N I X.
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He had mixed feelings concerning his return to the Auktion Rock, for the place was a reminder of time gone by. He gazed upon the husks of unfortunate souls chained into slavery, the parallels between their present and his past finding purchase within his memory. A side of him wished to help them all, to free them from their bonds, but he knew it was not his right to tamper with their fate. No, like him, they must struggle and prove their worth. Should they deserve life, they must earn it, fight tooth and claw for it, and have just enough favor with the gods to receive their mercy, like he had done so long ago. This world was a harsh one and he could not afford to dole out second chances to just anyone. They had to prove themselves worthy or at least catch his eye in some way.
Veldis followed the crowds around holding pens, mildly disappointed by the lackluster sklavin gathered here today. Batch after batch of scrawny skeletons whimpered timidly in corners, devoid of any fire or individuality. Even while he was trapped within the pits, he never stopped clinging to his inner will to press on and he wondered just why the slaves in Ravensbruck even bothered if they had no drive. Why continue simpering in the dark when there were embers of opportunity floating just beyond the shadows?
One after another the guards brought out their stock, but so far nothing had caught Vel’s attention. Just as he was about to give up a rather fetching she-wolf was brought before the gathering. The slaver spoke of her like he had for the rest, but was cut short by the slave herself. Veldis couldn’t stop himself from laughing at her speech even as the rest of the dominors looked on in what was a combination of shock and irritation. Even with her credentials being so poor, she had guts, which was evidently something on short supply, and he admired her bold sense of humor. “What’s wrong with the lot of ya’? Not even a chuckle? That was the most entertained I’ve been all day.” He glanced around at the other wolves, all of whom remained silent. Still grinning, he directed his attention to the multicolored fem. “Get yourself over here girl, you’re one hell of a salesman.”
Veldis waited for his new sklavin to make her way to him, certain she would have no other takers. After she was close enough he began navigating them to a less crowded location where they could talk without having to yell. He noticed when she was on display her lack of the ‘first time jitters’, prompting his question. “I take it I’m not your first?” He turned to her and smirked, aware of the mild innuendo. “So, come on now babe, introduction time.” The sooner formalities were out of the way the better.
WC: 485 TAG: Ὀδύσσεια♐ / KASKA NOTE: BLEH. SHORT. But Something. Need me to add stuff, I can. c: IDK. Vel is amused.