As war between humans and beast continued since the dinosaur ages has died down for unknown reasons, the protectors of the forest thrived with happiness. Some beast has decided to go there own lives and go back to there old ways as others stayed together in hope peace would remain between the two different and not so different creatures for as long as they went to war. Nights and Days fell into weeks and then into years as nothing was heard from man kind itself which led the beast to wonder what they where really up to, well while some cared others much didn't as long as it didn't effect them. Healthy beautiful green trees and flowers flourished in the forest as if sun itself could barely reach the forest floor. You couldn't ask for nothing more or less.


But what you didn't know is that the humans had something else up there sleeves, knowing how much they where failing to defeat the beast that guarded the forest they knew they had to act fast but how? they didn't have powers, or magic wands that made everything go away. No..they needed something more, something way more powerful than anything else so, after capturing hurt creatures from the battle and using them for genetics and trying to find ways of the interesting DNA that ran threw them, they where able to remove that strand of DNA and make there own warriors known as "The new Born" not as much different from the actual guardians they couldn't change into the creatures that had been added to there DNA, they only have body parts of an animal {ears,tails,paws,ect} but they had powers yes, maybe not to the extent of the originals but they still did which made them more powerful in numbers. These New Born's have been sent into the woods to find and dispose of the guardians so humans can make there way into that chunk of the world so they could have more civilization. Will all gaurdians be able to move past there stubbornness and come together to defeat these New Born's, or will they fall to there knees and hand the home they have proudly protected for centuries over to man kind? chose your side....
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Gaurdians Starting rolplay location

So I have spinned the wheel and the wheels and the gaurdian of Ophil Forest will be the one to go, and gather, and seek out the rest of the gaurdians so you can start it off however you want with that



The New borns Beginning roleplay

You guys will be getting ready to set out for the forest to find and seek the gaurdians before they find eachother!

(Kind of a wird start on my end since the guardian of Ophil forest is suposed to be in kind of in a cold spot with the others due to how they treated him during the war but hey, sharing a bad omen with the others would be enough of a raison for him to leave his spot for now at least. I may nead an excuse for him to stick around later tho.)


Davon hated, no loathed this form with every fiber of his being but despite the ever growing list of negative traits he could formulate on his human form the guardian had to conceade the practical side of having opposite tumbs when the situation neaded it. Sitting in the mud, unbothered by the insects that may have chose to enhabite it, he focussed his attention on untangeling the roots of a cluster of small saplings. It was a delicate task but left unsupervised, the small trees would surely sufocate each others and die, somthing he coudnt let happen. That perticual type of plant was old, a literal relic of the ancien time, a bit like him in a way. Sure he wasnt that old as to compare himself to a tree but, just like them he alwais had seen himself as an outsider when it came to the other guardiens, out of place even, he had started to think that maby it was what had leaded them to treat him this way, maby it was just suposed to be that way. Shooking his head he push all thoughs to the back of his mind once more as his fingers were starting to bend the small roots dangerously far, almost snapping a few in the process. He focussed once more on the small bits of greenery between his fingers as the ball of dirt and roots started to loosen, allowing him to finaly free them.

Once the first task achieved, he placed one of the seven saplings where they were all originaly, planting it carfully before standing up with the others, looking for nearby areas for them witch didnt took too long. It was only after the last one was back in the soft ground that he finaly look up at the mature tree that was without a doubt the parent of the ones he had planted a few moments ago. The rusted stains dotting it's leaves was a bad omen for Davon, the last time those had shown similar signs a war had started with humans. Maby it was just him being too protective of the forest as a whole but, just in case, he had to alert the others, they would deal with tis information however they saw fit afterward. From there, he somwhat forced himself toward the border of his territory, repeating in his mind and perhaps accidentaly out loud a couple of times that this was just to speak, not to stay, never again to stay.

Ambrose has survived on its own for a while despite the humans obviously thinking that there was no way it could have lived this long without some sort of aid. It proved the humans wrong as it had before and as it inevitably would continue to do so. Right now, though, it wasn't doing anything awe inspiring. Right now, it was completely and utterly fixated on a butterfly it had never seen before that was slowly drawing it closer to the Forests.
It slipped along carefully, quietly, the only sound it made was the faint slither of scales sliding over the ground. As the butterfly began to settle down on a low plant, Ambrose froze in place a second before acting. "Gotcha!" It cried giddily as its fingers curl around the butterfly. It forgets that momentum is a thing and it continues the lunge until it brings itself rolling into one of the Forests. After a few moments, Ambrose has untangled itself and is peering through its fingers at the insect of interest.
"Is it nice, my preciousss?" The hiss came naturally enough to it as it quoted Gollum from The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, one of the only books it had read before leaving its Master, "Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?"
Ambrose watched the butterfly captive in its hands for a long while, never making a move to see whether or not it was edible. It decided to let the butterfly go after another moment's hesitation and it watched the animal flutter away, seemingly pleased with itself. For a moment, it was satisfied. Then, its stomach argued its case of want for food and so Ambrose grumbled and looked around for a meal it wouldn't feel bad about eating.

Siela
Siela sighed as she strapped on her gear, thinking over her plan one more time. She couldn't afford to be caught, but then, she couldn't stay here, either.
She went to get her squad, four fanatically devoted wolf New Borns, making sure they were properly prepared.

David
David watched over his battalion as they got ready, prepared to give out orders and get them loaded into trucks and driven wherever they were needed. His eyes settled on one of his squad leaders. He knew she was good, almost his equal in fact,but wasn't sure she was loyal.

(IDK whats goin on so im asumming there's a war...)
Aspen stood at the edge of her forest breathing in the fresh blossoms that only bloomed in the cold friggid winds of the upcoming winter. She missed the peace that was once upon the land beyond the boundarys of the forest. She wished all could be put together in a perfect formation of compromises. But the only compromise she knew of was her lonely heart that belonged to the blossoms on the cherry trees promising her enough nourieshment to survive. She bit the chapped skin off her lips savoring the salty blood the trickled into her mouth as her lips bled. All of a sudden she felt a burst of anger. As a bomb explodes in the distance she pulls a dagger from her tall platform combat books. She strips her outfit of her skirt revealing a pair of shorts and a lingering corset ontop of her fluffy sleeved thin top. Ready for any sacrafices and violence she runs towards the fight. When she finally arrived at the main source she nearly fainted. Blood splattred onto her dark skin from an unknowen source. She rouched the wet red substance and licked it off her fingers. "now this is more like it" Men and women all around her were suddenly begging for a kiss for she of course drew much attention there was only one who could suffice to her lonely longing for true love.

~aspen~ TW:SELF HARM

I awaoke at a makeshift hospital with not much more than a sprained ankle ireached over to the bedside table and grasped a cigarrete i summoned a small flame onto my fingertip and lit it, As i released smoke into the air fro my throat it curled and clawed at the clear surrounding breeze. I peered out the open window at a cave sitting at the edge of a lushious forest which belonged to another gaurdian. That was who i chose to seek oyt first. I grabbed my pocket knife and felt as it laid heavy in the soft curves of my hand and opened it. As an immmortale being with a lust for blood the following did not harm me as it would to one who was mortal. I cut the soft tender flesh of my wrists and glided the blade along my thighs sucking and licking the blood but it still did not satisfy my craving for anothers sweet salty blood. I ran out of the tent i was in hopping onto a bicycle. As I do not want to hurt one to an extent as to cut them I will seek blood from which t comes out of the gaurdian of that cave gaurded forest . And maybe if im lucky i will find an old or new love to sprout.

Don't worry we are gonna have aspen come collect everyone))