January 29, 2012 - 11:45pm — MidnightCloud
Who loves wolves here? Well, I do so I am going to make a roleplay for them. Anyone can join and if you have a wolf rp, please post it here.
Sure, the pack had it bad before. When the food went low and with the humans and all but it was never like this. The leader went missing and a strange darkness is taking over the pack. Wolves are going insane and act like they are being controlled. The strangest of all is that some wolves have... abilities. Who will find their leader first... if it's not too late?
Form:
Name:
Age:
Symbol: Doesn't need one, just might be cool.
Power:
Gender:
Rank:
History:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
List of Powers:
Darkness- taken: MidnightCloud
Light-
Time-
Shapeshift-
Fire-
Water-
Earth-
Air-
Smarts ( Telekinesis, forcefields, etc.)-
You make more. Just let me approve it first.
My Form:
Name: Avalon
Age: 16 in dog years
Symbol: gold female symbol on chest- also known as the symbol of life.
Power: Darkness/ partly evil and the Evil ( The darkness in the pack) can speak through her.
Gender: Female
Rank: Hunter
History: Her mother and father mysteriously disapeared and she was taken into the pack. She always thought that she was in the wrong place.
Appearance: Black pelt with green eyes and red chest. Her paws are red and her tail is tipped with red.
Personality: She is very adventurous and always getting into trouble. Very mysterious and always has a sarcastic comeback/answer.
Other: She trusts no one... not even herself.
January 29, 2012 - 8:21pm — MidnightCloud
I had the urge to write something with my wolf character, Avalon, in it. Just to keep in mind: I am a horribly inexpierenced writer. So, here it goes!
Her body ached, her paws were scraped, and almost all hope was lost.
She lumbered toward her own home, bursted into tears and cryed.
'They had gotten here, too?' She thought as she wept. 'Well, I will have revenge someday! And they'll be the ones upset!'
Avalon was ready now, she done moping about. She bounded to the forest when she was stopped by a shout.
It was a howling shout, only be made when almost dead. Avalon stopped in her tracks, her heart filled with led.
'It was him!' She thought. 'But then he lied?' Her head exploded with enormous pain, she laid down... and died.
How do you likey? I know... it's sad. But it leaves you wanting more, correct? This is actualy part of a story I'm writing ( except this is in poem form) and yes, pretty much all poems I write are stupid and dark. This one is not very dark and happen to be proud of it... Can you guys give me some tips and tell me what you think? Thanks for your help!