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
Her mother once said it was a pity that Hildegard had been born a slave. That, given different circumstances, she could have been so much more. Eunoia had a wistful streak in her, one given over easily to optimism, and hopefulness. An even stronger current of pragmatism ran through her, however, and she had the sense not to press false hope onto the hearts of her children. The circumstances were what they were, and nothing was likely to change.
Recollecting the words of her mother would have usually fortified Hilde’s heart, but now they only served to pain it. When would she even hear her mother’s voice again? The question was stamped away from her mind at once for its foolishness. She would almost certainly never see her mother ever again, that was simply fact. Pining and self-pity wouldn’t change it. Mental images like bursts of lightning in the dark illuminated her mother’s face nonetheless: Clench-jawed and mournful as her daughter was led away to the Auktion Rock.
And of course, her mother had been here years ago. She had nearly forgotten that fact. It gave a sense of history to this awful place, one confirmed by the eroded footpaths that marked the passage of generations of slaves and masters. The ground itself was soaked in the stench of fear, and she suspected that not even a week-long deluge could wash all traces of it away. The guards had dragged in the carcass of a doe, and a desperate hoard had descended upon it, the terrifying commotion rebounding off the canyon walls, amplifying the sound. Hildegard’s stomach growled, but she knew better than to approach. There wouldn’t be a scrap of it left to her when they were done, but she’d rather keep what scraps of her own body remained. She stood to the side, the stone wall to her left, angled so that her right eye could cover as much of her surroundings as possible. Her left eye, sightless and hidden behind a web of scars, was useless to her, and worse- a weakness that others could spot. Not that her disfigurement wasn’t intimidating to some, but they weren’t typically the kind of wolves she was worried about.
She didn’t shrink from the presence of others here, but held herself inconspicuously, as if willing herself to become transparent. She was good at this, at not drawing attention to herself. It was many hours before a stocky Indian wolf approached her and snapped his jaws in a perfunctory manner, ordering her toward the center of the canyon. He sounded bored. Her legs protested from having stood still for so long, but she ushered them into motion, striding dutifully onto the rock dais. Her throat tightened as she caught sight of a handful of Dominors with their eyes on the platform, and felt a rising tide of panic inside her. She focused on slowing her breathing, her mother’s voice floating to the surface of her mind along with a fresh, sickening pang of loss: ‘they may control you from the outside, but you control what’s inside yourself.’ She thought of her mother’s tiny den, and imagined that space inside her. Between her ribs was the earthy, familiar scent, the slanting sunlight, the cool, dark nook. The sounds around her became quieter, muffled by dirt. Her exterior began to reflect this inner stillness in her closed expression, her steady, unconcerned gait.
Five other slaves stood loosely gathered here, prompted by the clipped tones of the guards to move about, to display themselves. As she arrived Hilde chose to circle the stage, her more presentable side facing the judging crowd, placing her fellow Sklavin in her blindspot. The ruined remainder of her left ear followed the sounds of what she couldn’t see as her right eye stared straight ahead, meeting no one’s gaze. There was no going back, and the only way out was to make a favorable impression.
There was a scuffle on the platform, a yelp turning quickly into a snarl and suddenly the side of another was crashing into her own. She craned her head enough to see a large grey male, a withered, malnourished look about him and a wild brightness in his eyes. He struck reflexively at Hildegard’s neck, while in her mind’s eye a different set of jaws descended on her, about to rend her to pieces. She was swift to respond in a moment of terror, ducking and lunging out of reach before the guards subdued him. The other Sklavin either cowered or flashed fearful snarls of their own as the guards returned them to order. Hilde’s body, at first tensed and ready after the confused attack, just as quickly regained her composure, appearing unfazed and apathetic to the whole ordeal. She began once more to pace the platform, her head slightly ducked, her tail passively limp at her heels. She didn’t know what untold hells waited for her beyond, but she knew she had to get out of here.
note: I haven't written anything an ages, sorry that it's long and dumb
Last Edit: May 16, 2015 22:49:17 GMT -5 by hildegard