I've been doing a lot more RPing and I've found I really like it!! It's fun to write and I've been able to develope my characters more. So I figured, why not try making an interaction blog.
I want
ALL THE PEOPLE to RP!!
Yes, well. These can be short, quick interactions or more juicy plot filled ones - I like both.
All I ask is to write more than just a couple sentences - I don't get much out of that. Put some thought into it.
Here are my deer:
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Roe
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Verin
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Shalaco
You can start, or, if you'd prefer, I'll start. Just let me know who you want to RP with.
Thank you all for being AWESOME!
Oh. And yes, all my deer speak in the same color - because I'm lazy and it's easier to remember only one hex number. /shot
TRACKALACKIN
~nibbles on~
ForTwoLifetimes, Moonsoverwater, PandaXiongMao, MissButterflyCaught, FaunGrae, All the same, a friend with many names.
Avatar by Meadow Sig by SightHoundLady
Om nom nom!!
Alice: "...what kind of a
Hooran - to whom is the
I wouldn't mind an RP. Maybe
Yes please!! Would you like
My bad, it's directed to Roe.
Stal- Ahem, Track~ Will throw
Will throw someone at you later ^^
Sure. 83 __ Delicate paws
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Delicate paws pressed into the ground as the doe lowered her head, a thin tongue extending to lap at the water's surface. Her short tail dusted the tops of her thighs as it swayed lazily; she raised herself up, sniffing at the air before stretching her neck down once more. Suddenly, her ear flickered, and she pulled away from the liquid quickly, making it splash and dribble down her chin. Sybil listened intently, inhaling the air deeply and catching another's scent. She resisted the urge to verbalize her unrest, forcing herself not to let a low growl escape her throat. There was no one else about, not even the slight hint of a koi lurking beneath the surface, a frog resting on the bank. Parting her lips, she called out, "Who's there?"
Hooran: The little mulie doe
The little mulie doe cocked her head at the question which seemingly came out of nowhere. Her large ears swivled around trying to pinpoint the origin of the voice. "The question isn't too personal," she replied. "But I won't answer someone I can't see." The doe looked around again but didn't immediately see another deer. She sniffed at the air, trying to scent the one who spoke. The doe didn't sense any threat, but she stayed wary. "If you show yourself, I'd be happy to answer."
Sybil:
Shalaco was hunting. He moved silently through the brush, following his prey. His eyes were fixed on his quarry - a rabbit. It was hopping towards the pond, oblivious to the predator closing in. The stag moved swiftly, closing the gap between the two. Almost there . . . .
Snap!
The stag stopped moving as he stepped on a branch, causing it to break. The rabbit, too, had frozen in its tracks and was looking around nervously.
"Who's there?"
Shalaco cocked his head at the rabbit. It scampered off leaving him confused. Rabbits talk? he thought to himself. "Hello!!! Rabbit! Come back! I wasn't going to . . .eat you!" He called out to the rabbit. He trotted to the pond's edge to drink, startled by the sight of another deer. Shalaco stared at her a moment, a large grin forming. "Did you know rabbits could talk? That bunny over there," he motioned with his muzzle, "asked who was there!" He shook his head in disbelief, still grinning.
The canine-like doe watched
Then she broke the silence with a slight snort. "Rabbits can't talk." The albino ran a claw through the liquid. She giggled, her tail wagging. "That was me."
Sybil raised her head and sniffed at the air, catching the gradually fading scent of the long-eared rodent as it now mulled about it in the distance. The doe felt a pang of hunger in her stomach, though chose to ignore it, shifting about a little awkwardly from paw to paw.
"Are you sure?" he asked her,
"Pretty sure." Her head
Her tail flicked. "Sybil, no, and what kind of question is that?" Sybil chuckled, though it sounded more of a mix between a growl and some kind of purr.
She began to circle the stag, running pigmented eyes along his form. "So ... You enjoy the taste of rabbit too?" Her tail began to sway again.
Shalaco watched as Sybil
The albino chuckled,
"It seems we have that in common," Sybil crooned, her ears flattening against her skull. "Squirrels are nice too." She didn't dare mention her other tendancy, but still ran her sharpened canines along her upper lip.
"Shame that rabbit got away," the doe mumbled, stopping and staring off into the distance. "I'm hungry."
"Paaaaaaaws," Shalaco tested
"They're not as nice as
Sybil's paws dragged along the ground once more, ears twitching as the stag spoke. Then she raised her head, a grin on her lips. "I've heard there are even giant rabbits there." Her eyes widened on 'giant' and she leant forward, the tips of her canines exposed. She turned, inclining her head quickly in the direction of the large mushroom circle, claws digging into the soil in anticipation.
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Sorry for the late reply.
(no worries! It
"Big bunnies, oh yes!" Shalaco grinned and nodded in agreement. "I've seen one! His name is Big Bunny! How queer . . .he's always got deer around him. I don't hunt around other deer, usually. Most don't like to eat bunnies. They should try. Bunnies are delicious!" His words came fast, almost running together without pause. He trotted a few steps towards the birch forest and paused, looking back at Sybil. His eyes gleamed. "We should go there. De Drinkplaats. Yes? Yes." He trotted a few more paces before taking off at a full gallop towards the fountain in the birch. He was grinning and drooling as he ran.
Come on people!! Don't be
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Just thought I'd post here. ♥
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