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
It seemed like it had been years since Maddox had laid eyes upon Adali.
Truly it had only been several moons, but the knowledge did not lessen the ache in his heart. He wanted to see her lovely ivory pelt, her shining golden eyes. He wanted to hear her soft, gentle voice and tuck her close to him. He hadn’t meant to be away for as long as he had, but he’d had a run in with slavers, only narrowly escaping from their waiting jaws. He was no small brute by any means, but there had been significantly more of them, and so he’d been forced to flee for days that had seemed endlessly, always running, never stopping, knowing they were close on his trail. He’d only escaped them when he’d reached the shores, where he’d thrown himself into the ocean, letting the stinging saltwater wash away his telltale scent. He’d dragged himself to the nearest shelter he could find – a collection of looming rocks and massive driftwood resting in the sand – where he’d collapsed, lungs burning as he awaited his fate. But he’d been clever; without his scent, they’d wandered right past his hiding place. Still, he’d waited a full sun-cycle before he’d risen to hunt, his stomach cramping painfully, his mind immediately turning to Adali.
Now he’d been traveling for some time, his paws carrying him towards Irrsin. At last the welcome sight of the meadow appeared on the horizon, and a soft sign escaped from his muzzle as Maddox paused to turn his ivory-masked visage towards the sun. He was bone-tired, his muscles aching and sore, but he would not rest until he could see her. Without further hesitation, the brute plunged forward, legs carrying him over the crest of the hill and down, down, down. He was within plain sight, he knew – it was a stark difference from how they usually met, with Maddox skulking out of the shadows of the forest. But Kasimira had given them permission to meet so very long ago, and Maddox was too tired for creeping. He approached without bothering to conceal himself, stopping just over the border.
Immediately he noticed the difference. It reeked of Kasimira, but the scent he knew belonged to Tortuga was faint and weak, as if the male had not patrolled in some time. His curiosity was piqued, but the questions crowding his head were for later. As it was he brushed them away, moving forward slowly as his golden orbs slid across the horizon, looking for that blessed flash of white.