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Post by Suicide™ on Feb 4, 2008 14:50:25 GMT -5
<a href="http://xstrive.proboards74.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/34ex8r7.jpg" border="0" alt="Strive; A Realistic Wolf Roleplay"></a>[ Plot ]
A breeze gently strokes the fur on your nape. You squint your golden eyes and lift your nose to the stream of fresh air. The scent of both cleanliness and filth tingles your nostrils. You let a deep breath pass through your dry lips, the longing for water pounding your mind. You have traveled far. You have seen the world as you have walked through it. And now the familiar scent of wolves can be detected. But the strangeness of it all; their seems to be controversy.
You take your feeble steps down the grassy hill, the tall golden grass licking at your flanks, snagging gently at your dusty fur. Your ears perk to the sound of water. Your hopes rise tremendously. You pace quickens, the lust for liquid strong, your instincts to hold back being swept away. A rushing river comes into sight, your eyes almost tear in joy. You lunge for it, your lips plunging into the clear surface. Cool water flood into your mouth, softening your chapped tongue. You gulp it down greedily, the liquid rushes down your throat, filling your parched stomach. Your lift your head wearily, it feeling now heavier with the weight of life. You look about yourself, and suddenly become more aware of your senses. You smell seperate packs, more or less kingdoms. One that belongs to 'lights' and the others to 'darks'. Never before have you heard of such strange seperation, of the way you think, of insanity and being sane. You don't know where to go. You don't know what side you will choose. You need to pick well, or you my very well die.
For, if you are to kind, the dark side may slaughter you, and if you are to bitter, the light side may banish you from the lands. And again you will be faced with the heavy burden of surviving alone. Your mind can only pick one thing.
You know you must Strive in order to Live.
[size=1]A breeze gently strokes the fur on your nape. You squint your golden eyes and lift your nose to the stream of fresh air. The scent of both cleanliness and filth tingles your nostrils. You let a deep breath pass through your dry lips, the longing for water pounding your mind. You have traveled far. You have seen the world as you have walked through it. And now the familiar scent of wolves can be detected. But the strangeness of it all; their seems to be controversy.
You take your feeble steps down the grassy hill, the tall golden grass licking at your flanks, snagging gently at your dusty fur. Your ears perk to the sound of water. Your hopes rise tremendously. You pace quickens, the lust for liquid strong, your instincts to hold back being swept away. A rushing river comes into sight, your eyes almost tear in joy. You lunge for it, your lips plunging into the clear surface. Cool water flood into your mouth, softening your chapped tongue. You gulp it down greedily, the liquid rushes down your throat, filling your parched stomach. Your lift your head wearily, it feeling now heavier with the weight of life. You look about yourself, and suddenly become more aware of your senses. You smell seperate packs, more or less kingdoms. One that belongs to 'lights' and the others to 'darks'. Never before have you heard of such strange seperation, of the way you think, of insanity and being sane. You don't know where to go. You don't know what side you will choose. You need to pick well, or you my very well die.
For, if you are to kind, the dark side may slaughter you, and if you are to bitter, the light side may banish you from the lands. And again you will be faced with the heavy burden of surviving alone. Your mind can only pick one thing.
You know you must [b]Strive[/b] in order to [b]Live[/b].[/size]
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