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
The other wolf covered part of his face with a paw bemoaning his situation while Anselm, restraining all sorts of candid retorts, simply rolled his eyes. Ever since he’d been dropped off at the rock two weeks or so ago and the slavers discovered his medical experience it seemed there wasn’t a moment when he wasn’t treating some overly dramatic guard convinced they were at death’s door. There were a few who had some dangerous infections, one of which was in a rather unfortunately private area, but most were just a bunch of babies. This guard was no exception.
He came to him complaining of a growing inability to flex his leg joints, and Anselm had a sneaking suspicion why. The guard, whose name he found to be Liam, was one of a group of conscripts who constantly were guilty of trying to impress any female dominor or guard which set foot within the rock. A few days ago he remembered watching their foolish attempts to gain favor by being the one who could jump off varying heights of plateaus and land uninjured. This was clearly some lingering side-effect of his stupidity. “Yep. Amputation’s the only solution.” Anselm found himself grinning softly, amused by his patient’s idiocy. “You’ll be fine. The joints are just strained. Take it easy for a while and you’ll be back to normal.”
Liam responded as if he had been given a new lease on life, looking at the light colored wolf with unmitigated glee. The larger brute lightly butted his head against Anselm’s side, showing his genuine gratitude. “You’re a pretty good guy, y’know that? Here.” Leading him out of the holding area the guard directed him to a corridor like opening between two jutting, solid walls. They walked down the hallway for a good while before coming upon an open plaza like space usually reserved for the more prominent and land holding dominors. “You’ll have a better chance of getting a decent home here. I think.” The wolf smiled somewhat sadly, as if he regretted that this was the best he could do. Anselm meekly nodded a thanks, wondering just how a soft-hearted guy like that even became a guard in the first place.
As his patient walked away, Anselm observed his new surroundings with hesitant curiosity. It was surprisingly different than the holding pens he had found himself in the last two weeks, and slaves were permitted to simply wander about with dominors stopping them every so often to ask questions and examine them. He assumed this was due to the low escape risk of the sklavin here, as well as the small chokepoints which were the only entry and exit points. As he settled himself against a rock he soon found himself in the same position as the other location: operating a pseudo clinic for dominors and sklavin alike, with a wolf or two approaching and walking away in a surprisingly orderly fashion. Hopefully he didn’t attract the wrong kind of attention. “Next.” He mumbled, mildly entertained with the whole ordeal. 'I’m Anselm and I’ll be your medic today. What seems to be the problem?'