This is between Black, Jeaniec and I, please do not post.


*Mini character form*

Name:
Gender:
Age:
personality:
History:
Other:

Name: Tiria
Gender: Female
Age: 15
personality: Kind and quiet, she doesnt like fighting and would rather solve problems without violence
History: N/A
Other: N/A

<sup>Name: Spot
Gender: Male
Age: (Human Equivalent) 24
Personality: Laid back and easy going. Spot thinks there's too much wrong with the world and tends to try and bring out the good in any situation.
History: Previously used in dog fights, Spot's physical appearance is somewhat shredded and torn. Captured from the wild and forced to fight, it's amazing he was able to keep a cheery personality. After the loss of his leg, Spot was abandon to the wild. He now spends most of his time in the alleyways of Ethernia, picking at scraps and just being a general stray. Despite his gimped walk, he loves to travel and will often make treks to other towns and even through the wilderness. He has a sister somewhere but has not seen her since his initial taming when he was a youngster.
Other:

Physical Description - Ears are jagged and torn and flop over. Tail is severed and short. One eye is blind. Missing one of his front legs. Body is full of old scars. It is evident that he would have been a good looking fellow if not for his past injuries.

Quirks: Talks in the third person. Usually smiling.

Personal art of him is here -</sup>

Name: Toxic Flower

Gender: Female

Age: Unknown

personality: Mostly quiet, but not afraid to say what's on her mind. She tends to keep her history to herself, mainly because she doesn't remember most of it. She's loyal to a fault that it can get her into trouble and if she grows to love someone, she will defend them to the death.

History: Unknown

Other: N/A at this time

I guess I'll go ahead and start?
Not sure exactly where we wanted this set, so I'm just going to throw us in Umbra Forest, not too far from Viridian Meadows, if that's okay?


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A stretch and a yawn would announce to the local world that a particular ragged form had stirred to life. From within the rotted, oaken log that had made his shelter, the waking noises of what was surely a monstrous beast emanated and resounded through the woodland surroundings. Bugs buzzed away and a nearby faelora, startled, dashed off into what lay ahead. What lay inside, however, was not, in fact, a monstrous beast at all.

As moments became minutes, a ragged form would appear from within, pushing its way through the splintered hole that had initially gave him access to his prior night's shelter.

"MMmmmmHMM!" the lupora, who was ragged beyond belief and what many would call a 'tripod', called out loudly to no one but himself. "Another beautiful morning and smell. that. morning. air!" he extended his one front leg in a rather awkward stretch, craning his back and grunting happily as he heard it pop. A much less happy noise was the rumbling in his belly.

"Spot has gotta get something in that pit he calls a stomach. Bottomless pit that it is!" he laughed out loud to no one again, and began forward, his gait steady and not as slow as one would assume from a three legged dog, though he did bounce a bit more than his fellow quadrupeds.

"Perhaps a fish or even a toad, should I not find a luffox a'snoozing," the ragged animal sort of sing-songed, wondering what would make for his breakfast that day.

((Not sure if I should ping you guys or not))

Tiria raised her head to scent the early morning air. "Ahh..." She murmured closing her green eyes, she opened them just a moment later and raised her ears looking around as though expecting something to leap out at her, when nothing did she shook her head in disappointment and sighed. "Now, what should I get for breakfast..?" she asked out loud, of course, nothing replied, but, what would one expect no reply out in the middle forest alone. She started to trot through the forest sniffing the air for any possible prey.

((Ran out of ideas at the end..))

OOC: Jean is offline so I'm just going to go again. :3


IC: It wasn't too long before a scent hit the male's nose that made his ragged ears perk, or at least as much as they could. It was not the smell of luffox or bulbori, which was just as fine considering he wasn't fast enough to catch the damned rabbits anyhow, but instead the scent of another wolven beast such as himself. Now, most in his condition would stray far, after all he was still downwind, and avoid confrontation over territorial wild lupora, but that wasn't how this particular brain worked nowadays.

No, being a bad neighbor certainly wouldn't do. Wandering along, Spot made no attempt to disguise his footsteps. After all, he wasn't the sneakiest thing anyway, so why bother? Besides, he wasn't trying to hide himself.

A figure of jet black, streaked with the brightest green he'd ever seen came into view, and Spot stopped dead. "WELL. Certainly can't eat that!"

Tiria yelped and hopped back, she hadn't been paying attention so the voice speaking out suddenly had spooked her. "Who are you?" She growled taking a defensive stance flattening her ears and narrowing her eyes, after a moment she realized that the 'attacker' was maimed, missing a leg, ears shredded and covered in scars the Grey lupora couldn't couldn't do anything to her. "Who are you?" She repeated her stance changing to one that said. "I'm boss around here." Tiria stared down her nose at th e stranger awaiting a reply.

OOC: The whole reason for having the rp on the forum so that we can answer even if the others are not online. :) :)




IC: Curled up tight in the smallest possible cave/hole that she should find, Flower dreamed. For days she had been searching, but for what she didn't know. Late into the night she ran till she just couldn't go any further, nearly clasping into the cave/hole that she found. She managed to curl herself up, pulling her bushy tail over her to blend into her environment. As long as she lay still she would look like a dead bush. However, this was one of those moments when she didn't hold still. Dreams haunted her, making her whimper and cry out, causing her body to jerk and twitch as if she was trying to get away from something. Flower yelped loudly as she jerked awake, banging her head on the top of the tiny cave/hole. "Ouch!" She grumbled to herself then suddenly shut her trap as her ears honed in on two other voice. At the mention of food her stomach made it's out sound. And so Flower wiggled and crawled her way out into the open where she gave herself a good hard shake and long stretch of first the front legs then her back legs. "Hello? Who is there?" She called out in a calm friendly voice, heading toward the area she was sure she heard the voices. Coming into the clearing and seeing two of her own kind made her heart leap for joy. "No, good Sir, you can not eat that. " Flower said with a warm chuckle. His appearance didn't bother at all, just about everyone other person she met had fallen on hard times. Then...she looked over at the other female and the way she was standing. Flower sat down on her haunches, curled her thick tail around her front legs and remained relaxed. Was this an alpha? Was she defending her terrain? Flower knew it was best to remain relax and show that she was no threat to the other female. "My name is Toxic Flower...err...Flower. " She said with a smile and light thump of her tail on the ground.

Spot blinked, tilting his head and letting a dopey grin cross over his features as the darked furred female before him took on such an aggressive stance. When she demanded who he was, the male paused, looking back over his shoulder, as though she may have meant someone else. Nope, she was certainly talking to him.

"Spot is... Spot," he said simply, his stub tail swaying slightly. "And you needn't worry. Spot knows he is mighty scary," he puffed his chest out a bit, his grin never fading. "But he-" the male's voice cut off as he heard another, somewhat unhappy with himself for not having scented the new arrival. Must be the wind currents, yes yes that was it surely.

When a female of greens and browns confirmed that what had stood so assertively before him was not, in fact to be eaten, and proceeded to sit down and introduce herself, Spot beamed. He must have come upon a pack! Excellent. They'd know the best places to get something to eat, he bet.

"Or they will chase you far, far away," his thoughts were voiced out loud, obviously talking to himself. "Certainly it would be hard to out run them, but maybe they will not nip your ankles too hard if you are polite."

The male gave sort of a half bow, lowering down in a strange, almost formal gesture that would have been far less off kilter if he'd had the proper number of legs. "Spot is so very pleased to meet the both of you. Has he so clumsily crossed the territory of the two ladies he sees now?"