The Glade - Main Wolf RP

Come here for the regular wolf RP!

See I have no idea what Im doing...

Slinking through the trees I lay down content under a large oak, shaded by its fanning limbs. It's so quiet here. I perk an ear for my pups and hear their laughter from the den site. "What a perfect life I have" I think to myself, stretching and clawing at the soft grass covered earth. Home.

Haha you're doing fine

Its gonna take me some time to get used to this for sure

Haha I made it and it's going to take me some time. Basically it's just gonna be this and when I (or someone else) says to meet somewhere or want to go hunting we use the other forums

Lavi is my pet name for maddimoxi haha just a heads up.. thought the wolf was a better avatar

I have a whole bunch of little avatars

Haha I realized Where did you get them? or how did you make them? And before I go off the beaten path, ready to RP?

I also play on this thing called Furry-Paws.. and they make a WHOLE bunch of unique avatars... the colors on mine are specially made for me, but you have to pay real money for them. You'll notice on all of my avatars they have the same coloring

Okay lets RP something exciting.. I want DRAMA!

If only bean was here... we could have ♥ triangle drama, but do you want to have drama with the pack? Like have rivals enter pack boundaries?

What do you mean rivals?

well, maybe not "Rivals"... maybe neighboring packs that invade? or we could have one of the pups, maybe our gorgeous tomboy pup Kenna get hurt with Aubrey training as a Mystic and using too much power.... haha

How would she get hurt?

I guess we'll have to figure that out together!! Maybe find a Diety or Ancestor... or something and have there be a chain of drama... haha it'll come together

Okay sounds good, go ahead and start off, I need to warm up (;

Kenna:

I look down at my paws, realizing how big they got. I pawed at the ground, wishing I had company, any. I look up at the sky and try to figure out more about my history. Mommy and Daddy never told me about my Grandparents, and every time I ask, they say "Not Now Baby". I sigh, and I can see my breath. It swirled in a ghostly manner, un-wolflike. Twirling and expanding and rising until it coated the air. Through the fog, I could see shadows bending and twisting. Whispers filled the air with sick gargles and words that I couldn't unravel no matter how hard I try. The eyes, they glowed like hungry beasts, waiting for a lunch that hasn't come in centuries. The hair on my ruff stood on end and I shook with fear, unable to howl for Mommy. Surely she'd know what to do.

You wouldnt happen to know Espanol or Spanish would you?

Haha no... But I have a translator on my cell!! Hahaha

Oh nice haha eh its okay Ill look for something else.

Sorry its taking me so long, Im still trying to finish homework

U started school already? Wow!! That's early

I still come on every day!!

Looking around for the office doors frantically, he walks around the side of the old adobe building and peeks in through the weathered window clutching his magazine advertisement. He fumbles it open and skims to the bottom of it reading:
“Barkley and Business
Phycology Expert – Here to give answers when you don’t have questions
Call 1-888-BARKLEY to set up your appointment today”
He thought to himself and dialed the number. It rang several times and then a woman answered
“Barkley and Business, this is Melissa. How can I help you?”
“Yes I’m standing outside your facility and I have no way of getting in, did you use the window?” He asked innocently and waved at the woman inside. The strange lady fumbles with her papers and looks out the window
“You must be Mr. Fig I assume?” She gives a half smile and looks at him for a response. Mr. Fig nods his head vigorously and points at the window, now desperate to get in. He could see his reflection in the glare of the window. He looked over at himself, now realizing his red swim trunks did not go well with the orange and blue striped shirt he wore. Mr. Fig tipped his head upside down and ruffled his grey hair trying to make his appearance somewhat presentable. He smiled and tapped on the window, now ready to figure out how to get inside.
“Excuse me ma’am. I really need to get to my appointment, could you possibly unlock the window so I might crawl through too?”
“Sir if you proceed left, you’ll find the automatic doors. I’m sure that will be much easier to navigate though.” She retorted rudely, now bored with the obviously clueless man.
“Thanks a million” Mr. Fig replied and bounced off to find the entrance. He cautiously approached the double glass doors and looked around for a button to press. As he inched forward, the doors blasted open with a wave of cold air.
“Bad Touch!” He screamed and coiled back. Observing his hands for any battle scars.
”Right this way sir” Melissa motioned for him to come inside and pointed to an empty seat. “Please sit here and wait for your name to be called.”
Mr. Fig looked at Melisa now noticing her features. She was a honey blonde with Mediterranean sea blue eyes. She appeared to be in her early 30’s and wore a teal dress. He found the seat Melissa pointed to and sat down examining a cat poster on the wall.
“Mr. Fig?” A man in a purple tuxedo came out and strolled effortlessly towards him. He had auburn red hair and milk chocolate eyes. His teeth flashed as his canines jutted out from his lips, giving off a renaissance vibe.
“Hello Mr. Barkley” Mr. Fig struggled to stand up and shook his hand great fully. “Its so good to see you again”
“The pleasure is mine” Barkley raised his eye and turned around back to his office door. “If you’ll follow me this way Mr. Fig.”
Mr. Fig followed obediently and watched Barkley take a seat in a purple velvet chair. Barkley motioned for Mr. Fig to sit in a blue velvet chair across his desk. “So tell me, what brought you to my office window?” Barkley chuckled and studied Mr. Fig expecting an odd answer
“Well, if you must know. I wanted to question you about your advertising, and to hear the results of my test scores.” Mr. Fig said very matter-of-factly.
“My advertising? Barkley asked now intrigued in whatever the man had to say. He folded his arms and creased his eyebrows. “What could you possibly be criticizing about my marketing?”
Mr. Fig sniffled and played with a pen pretending to be uninterested with the topic. “Yes, but first I need to know the results of my test.”
Barkley focused on the pen Mr. Fig was playing with and turned to look at the files on his desk. He thumbed through them looking for a blue folder with crème writing.
“Ah here we are Mr. Fig, Your test scores.” He slid them towards the man in the orange and blue shirt and kicked his feet on the desk. “It appears you have chromosomal abnormalities, in the pattern they follow its linked with autism.” Barkley stutters on the last word and looks up at Mr. Fig’s now stunned face.
“You.. you mean they finally figured out what’s wrong with me?” Mr. Fig’s eyes fog over and he looks down at his red swim shorts contrasting with the navy blue chair. Mr. Fig gets up. “I’m sorry sir, but I need to leave now.” Mr. Fig strides out of the room and into the lobby. “Ill talk to you later Melissa.” Mr. Fig didn’t stop walking to see her wave. He plowed his way through the automatic doors and parking lot. He needed a place to think. Somewhere he could be himself. Anger he had never felt before swelled up in his chest, and he could feel his father’s words echoing in his mind. It all happened so quickly, he could see his father throwing dishes around the room and still hear the frustration in his father’s voice “You’re so stupid! Your acting this way for attention!” Mr. Fig choked up and started running, distant memories of school counselors trying to figure out his anger, other peers smirking when he entered their presence. Now they had a reason to. He was a freak, a reject. Mr. Fig ran to the park. The only safe place he could think of. He sobbed and sat on the swing, wishing he could have been a normal child, like his parents wanted. He would now never look at himself the same way. He could never pursue any career he desired, his mentality would make sure of it. He just blew up on people so suddenly

That's really good!! I love it!! It's witty too...