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
His muscles burned like fire beneath his velvety black pelt as he moved, and still he did not stop. He raced across Gröavche as if Hell incarnate pursued him, broad chest rising and falling rapidly as he expertly maneuvered around the swamp. Past a sinkhole here, around a tree with treacherous roots there, over the little hole that was regularly hidden by leaves – he knew his home like the back of his paw. He, as beta, had to. Originally in the months when he’d first began to call Gröavche home, he did not dare entertain the idea of leaving to explore. Not because he couldn’t; he was free now, after all. It wasn’t as if he would be leaving the territory undefended, either. Nirco was larger even than Ramsay, and fierce enough to hold his own. Should he need aid, Ramsay would be mindful to not wander too far – he would be only a call away. No, it was inevitably fear that had held him within the borders for so long. It was a fear of what was on the outside, a general mistrust that itched beneath his pelt, born of lies and deceit.
And now it was fear that drove him out.
There was an uncomfortable itch beneath his pelt as he practically flew across the scent markers, and for a moment the large black brute slowed just slightly, ears flattening against his cranium, golden eyes flashing as brightly as a beacon in the muggy darkness of the bog. Then the memory of her resurfaced, and he was off again, a snarl ripping from his throat as he plunged into Schreien forest. It had been some time since Nirco had returned with a foreign she-wolf and her get in tow. Ramsay had stayed well clear of them despite his position, for he sensed by Nirco’s behavior and emotions that this female was someone very dear to him. For many moons he did not even gaze upon her; he could not have told anyone what she looked like, for he didn’t know. He kept to himself, re-scenting the borders for the busy alpha, hunting when he was alone and depositing his catches outside of the main den when he was certain that no one was around to see him. He would not neglect his duties forever, however, and earlier that morning he had finally decided that it was time to introduce himself. It was his job as beta to make sure he was acquainted with her, and his job as Nirco’s friend to ensure that she was comfortable. And then, as he’d began to step from the winding trees into the open area in the midst of the swamp, he saw her. His blood had run cold.
Malia. The silver-gray pelt, the slender figure…he could not move, could not breathe. It had seemed impossible at the time, like a nightmare he’d relived over and over that had somehow materialized right in front of her. He stumbled back, too horrified to turn but his mouth too dry to speak, and then the she-wolf turned just slightly and he caught a glimpse of her eyes. Not Malia. Where his previous mate’s had been the brightest of emerald, this fae’s were a pale blue, and indeed she was skinnier than Malia had been as well as a few inches taller. And yet still, the damage was done. Ramsay turned and fled, and he did not stop until he was safely beneath the bare, reaching branches of Schreien.
As he drew to a panting halt near the stream, he shook himself, his mind still reeling. He had behaved foolishly, and yet he could not go back, not now. He would return later when he had calmed himself, and he would avoid the new addition as best as he could without insulting Nirco. Even with the small inconsistencies that separated her from Malia, the similarity was still etched into his mind. Iudex, why?
With a huff, Ramsay collapsed by the water, his muscles twitching beneath his pelt as he clawed at the thin ice of the stream. It broke beneath his paws after a moment and he lowered his muzzle to drink, settling back into the coolness of the snow when he had finished. He found that he was exhausted from both his trek and his emotions, so it was here that he would stay for some time.
NOTES: Sorry this took so long! | WORDS: 733 | TAG: LIVIDITY
ight was still and foreboding at best. Lividity found herself cursing in annoyance with herself for not being able to follow even the simplest of directions and now it had led her here. The forest was dark, misty, and smelt of swamp-lands lurking deep within it's core. The she-wolf was certain there was no such mention of a forest with a bog centered in it's core, perhaps, the smell was carrion? The wolf lashes her gentle tongue along the pink of her nose to clear the scents that lingered there but it wasn't long before the heavy musk of wood and water met her nose followed by the decay of once living flesh. A unplanned grunt of agitation drew from her tight lips as she took several steps further into the dark forest unaware of where she was, and what she might be in for. Lividity wasn't a careful wolf to say the least she was clumsy more often than not, considered willy and troublesome by those best known to her. It wasn't a surprise that in her muttering annoyance at the present situation that caused her to miss the scent of the nearby wolf.
Long silvery white limbs spurred faster into the darkness unsure, and aloof as a newborn thrown into the night. Lividity's dark amber orbs flickered to and fro displaying her clear confusion and uncertainty. As she took her next step she found herself in quite the predicament. As her right paw stretched over what was assumed to be a shadow her left forepaw caught on the "shadow" causing the she-wolf to spill over herself onto the cold barren forest floor. The entire scene had happened so quickly that the female didn't have time to react or have any hope of halting the action. At least the plushness of snow had met her fall but Lividity refused to react right away. How does one react when tripping over a shadow anyway? However, with her tender belly exposed to the bitter winter chill, the she-wolf found herself mumbling as she prepared to roll to her paws. 'Stupid shadow. Who trips over a bloody shadow anyway? I am truly hopeless,' the hum of disappointment rolled off her tongue with ease as she heaved her weight to shift onto her paws. With her belly now plush against the snow and her head lowered close to the ground she then noticed the shadow had eyes. Stunning, yet almost overly intense amber eyes. Shock and dismay instantly took hold of her facial expressions as her mouth dropped then quickly slammed shut as she leaped to her paws rearing back toward the darkness of the forest while her eyes watched her "shadow." How had she not smelled this beast? What a fool she might look like. Lividity quickly shook out her downy white winter pelt that was marbled with faint silver dapples across her rump. Her fluffy tail making quick swipes to and fro as she considered her options at this point.