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This RP is based around a world where humans are extinct, and wolves of all kinds rule the planet. This is a mostly free roam RP, so you can create things like packs, families, and even drama between characters. You don't have to ask to join, just jump right into the fun when you feel like it!
Though I can't stress this enough, if you want to start drama: Do it towards the CHARACTER and not the PLAYER. They are two different things, and I wish for this to be a positive place for the players.
If you have a mate, no descriptive things please! (You know what I'm talking about when I say descriptive!) Anything goes as long as it is a wolf character, though the boundaries are pretty simple; with the no god-modding rule and the no one hit kill rule.

The blue furred male stalked through the undergrowth, his one green eyes focused on a young doe grazing in the grass. Licking his jaw he kept silent for a moment, thinking about the meal he was about to sink his teeth into.

Misty lay in a sunny field, her black fur shining warmly in the sunlight, she breathed calmly and rested, a warm breeze swept the sweet pine tree aroma into her nose, the grass wisped all around her, she felt safe, and comfortable.

With something that resembled a war cry, Arla leapt from his hiding spot and latched himself onto the doe. Wrestling with the creature as he tried to bring it to the ground.

Misty's ears picked up a noise and then a deers cry of distress. She rolled onto her feet and stalked throught the grass toward the noise.

Arla quickly brought the deer down, and clamped his teeth around it's neck. Biting down hard the doe's cries died away slowly. He licked his drooling lips as he dug into his meal, small tail wagging furiously.

Misty stood a few yards away and tilted her head and said in a whisper, "Who are you?"

Arla's ear perked up and he whipped his head up to look Misty right in the eye. He snarled and stepped over his catch, obviously not up for sharing.

Misty growled, her ribs were showing and she was incredibly scrawny, she snarled and circled him and his fresh kill.

Arla felt a twang of sympathy for Misty as he looked at her, but this was his kill. He earned it. "Get back." He growled, eye flashing and ear pinned back.

Misty was a bit smaller than the male and didnt feel like getting bit, so like a coyote, she laid down a few feet away and waited.

Arla-May stopped growling abruptly and tilted his head. After narrowing his eye he ripped off a good size of meat and threw it carelessly at Misty, his conscience getting to him.

Misty took her front teeth and stretched her neck towards the meat, she snatched it, got up, and moved another few feet back, then she laid down and ate it hungrily, glancing at the other wolf once and a while.

Arla gave a short growl to Misty before going back to ravishing his kill, eating quicker as he still didn't trust the female.

(Is it okay if i use another one of my characters?) Misty waited once more, she crouched low, her eyes fixed on the food.

(Of course it's alright! ^w^) Arla flashed a look at Misty. "What!?" He snarled, flipping his green scarf away from in front of him, he stood as tall as possible over his food. As if to seem menacing.

Misty yelped and crouched down lower she backed away, scared. But out of know where a brown colored wolf trotts from the woods and sees them both, he walked towards Arla, them he calls out in an unmistakable British-Australian accent, "Is this young lady botherin you there mate?" The wolf scratches his ears with his hind leg and looks at the two of them.

(British-Australian accent = )

Arla-May side-eyed the newcomer before speaking. "Well mate, she keeps begging for my kill." He growled lightly. "I already gave her some, only because I couldn't bear to watch that scrap starve."

(Btw i am British irl) "Shes more of a scavenger and probably should be livin with coyotes." He chuckled, "Nice kill by the way."

"Thanks." Arla muttered, before a nonexistent eyebrow shot up. "And do you know this..." Arla-May scanned the female. "Nice lady?" He asked Cooper.