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What I See « Thread Started on Sept 8, 2008, 8:29pm »
The screams and cries soothed Desdemona as she laid stretched out across a rock in front of the caves, her eyes shut tightly. She had personally witnessed the execution of some of the wolves whose yowls and squeals pervaded the ghostly air, watched as they met their end by the claws and teeth of their alphas. It was a lullaby to her, a soft, happy white noise. It reminded her of home, when as a pup she would fall asleep to the sound of wolves ripping each other apart amongst the rotting trees.The smell of decay was nothing unpleasant to her.
Her gray-blue fur caught the patches of sunlight like a prism, while her black markings shone like a raven's glossy feathers. Rhythmically her chest rose and fell in time to her breathing. All too soon, however, her sleep was disturbed by a vulture fluttering down to feed on an unidentifiable carcass that lay fermenting not a yard away from Desdemona's resting place. She did not move perceptibly, but her vibrant red eyes snapped open and rotated to settle on the sickly bird. For another second she lay silent, and then suddenly she sprang at the vulture, her paw crushing its skull with a satisfying crunch.
Looking down at the sad, broken mass of feathers, Desdemona smiled almost imperceptably. "You should know better, little birdie," her voice as reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe, a breathy little-baby-girl voice that made her sound younger than she was, almost harmless. Her size also suggested youth: she was delicate and lithe, and small enough to pass for a wolf half her age. But even at six years old, she was an expert at pretending to be the "damsel in distress".
She was anything but.
Status was hers to abuse, being the pet of the two most powerful Shima wolves in the territory. She lavished in it. For they needed her...they needed a good spy. And, over all the years, she had served them well.
Pacing the rock slightly, she began to hum a bit of a human song she had learned years before
"In the night I hear voices calling They seem to speak my name Glowing bright I see the eyes of Demons reaching up beyond the grave And I think from hell they came"
Weather
Autumn has come to the lands of TFO, bringing with it all the changes of the season. One thing that hasn't changed is the hot, dry weather.
Temperature
Average temperatures of 18 to 20 Celsius
Game Condition
Poor. The hot, dry weather is wringing the life from the lands.
Breeding No Birthing Yes
Plot
Water and blood form a loose alliance in hopes of over throwing shadow, because of this..Fire and Shadow form a tight elite team to invade and over throw blood and water from the inside out. This causes a large explosive amount of chaos thus creating an all out kill all war where everyone is against each other and no one is safe. So everyone is supisious of each other, no one knows if they are from their own clan or are a spy
MOTM & COTM
MOTM
Congratulations to Blank for member of the month! Due to their dedication and hard work, along with their fun attitude, they have won this position for themselves! Be sure to check your pm for your prize!
COTM
Congratulations to Blank for character of the month! This character has quite the personality and because he is such a crazy person to play, he has wondered into the spot of Character of the Month
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