forum Bear traps, chicken wire, and werewolves. // OxO // Closed

Started July 22, 2022 by Deleted user

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It’d started that spring with a hole in the chicken wire, a bloodied trail dotted with feathers leading to the edge of the trees, and most importantly a missing hen. That wasn’t too out of the usual- raising livestock and fowl on the edge of the forest had its risks, so the death was accepted and moved on from. But another went missing not even a week later, the reinforced fencing torn as if it was nothing. Then a week later, a goat. Followed by more chickens. Something had to be done. But what was discovered in the bear trap the following week was far from what was expected.

Modern-day, set in a small town at the base of a mountainous, thorny, poison-ivy-filled forest. The townsfolk keep away from it for fear of wandering too far, falling off a cliff, or tumbling into a patch of the aforementioned thorns or poisonous plants. Your character is a farmer set up a mile or so away from town, raising livestock and crops on their own. My character is a starving werewolf, and has been snatching animals from the farm. (He has his whole backstory as to why, but shh- we gotta save something for the reveal later on.) Your character is fed up with it, and as they should, sets up some bear traps. Needless to say a 6’0 tall monster is not what they expected to catch. Starter would probably pick up from here!

Heyo! First post on this profile, but not my first roleplay on here- old profile, yada yada, starting again after a little while away, yada yada. When picturing this I was thinking semi-lit MxM slow-burn romance, but honestly as long as our characters work well together I’m down for whatever- friendship or romance-wise! Certain levels of blood and gore are to be expected, but if that’s not your thing, we can work around the worse bits. Last but not least, please keep in mind that I am 15 years old IRL. I would prefer a partner within the ages of 14-17, especially if we are doing a romance. I prefer to work with character sheets, so I’ll get my boy up soon! Thanks for reading!!

Gay paranormal romance?
Sign me the fuck up

Wow okay, that was way quicker than I expected lmfao. Hi!! I was just rooting through my notes app for my character lol- I don’t think I have anything to mention before I paste that here. Do you have any triggers or anything of that sort I should note, though?

Lol yeah that's what being in the Discord does, causes people to be abnormally fast to new threads
As for triggers, none that I know of! I'm game for pretty much anything!

Lmfao 😭
Alr then! In that case, I’ll get my guy up along with the character sheet I used :]

Name: Basil (Baz) Ezra Frederick

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: Ragged white hair hangs in his face, grown out and cut messily. Longer in the back, it’s clear that any haircuts he’d had over the past decade were from his own unsteady hand, choppy and unclean. Bright yellow eyes and sharp teeth hint to the fact that there’s something distinctly off about him, as does the large scar over the bridge of his nose that was clearly once a deep wound. He stands around 5’11, his build lean and nimble. His skin is a light tan from years outdoors, a spattering of freckles over specifically his cheeks, his elbows, and his knees. He’s riddled with countless small scars over his body, and though the most noticeable mark is the one over his nose, a long gash dips down his back and over part of one thigh, and a burn scar stretches over his right calf. His… other appearance isn’t much different. He has the same scars, the same bright yellow eyes, and the stark white coloring of his hair is instead his fur. He doesn’t appear too different from a standard wolf, though much bigger. His back sits at about five feet tall, his head clocking in at around six. His back legs hold an unsettlingly human look to them, and his front legs are just slightly skinnier than a wolf’s. He is very clearly not normal.

Personality: Despite having had a rough life, he remains optimistic. He manages to find the positives and zone in on them, whether that means focusing on the fact that he had a full meal for the first time in days, or that he’d seen a lovely flower a few hours before. While he does remain quite optimistic to this day, said painful optimism was almost blinding in his younger years. It had led him down some bad paths, had him trusting a few too many people a little too quickly. He doesn’t like to talk about it, but he retains a certain distaste for new people because of this. He also often finds things like sarcasm, irony, and unspoken implications confusing and hard to read, having been raised so far from society. This doesn’t exactly help when meeting new people- he is usually written off as too strange. If one takes the time to get to know him, however, he quickly proves to be a faithful, caring, and almost painfully loyal friend. His gifts may prove to be a bit …strange, however.

Likes: Sunshine, tea, sweets, steak.

Dislikes: Storms, coffee, the cold, quiet.

Background: He was raised in something of a pack, never staying too long in one place. He doesn’t remember much of his childhood, though he can recall not being very liked by his peers. He’s been on his own since he was around twelve; finding his own meals, his own places to sleep, keeping himself company. He’s grown quite used to being alone, and he can hardly remember a time when he wasn’t.

Other: His eyesight isn’t the best. It’s unexpected given what he is, and he was often made fun of for it growing up. It’s partially due to this shame that he always denies his bad eyesight, even into adulthood.

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@Jacks347 - Veeeery gentle bump just in case you forgot 😅

Ahhhh! Sorry!! Haven't forgotten this! Just been dealing with a massive amount of writer's block. I'll get a character up today, I promise!

Ah, alright- no rush, then!

Name: Oliver Coffey
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: (Okay I'm sorry but I'm far too tired to give a full description so just have this guy and this is basically him) (The one on the right, not the left) https://d30womf5coomej.cloudfront.net/sa/98/59efa940-2135-48f3-bde8-c9e12bca0a53.jpg
Personality: Oliver is a sweetheart with sarcasm as his main defense. He's an overworked PA from the city that quit his job to become a farmer in the countryside, he's mainly just too tired to deal with anyone's bs. But underneath that outer layer of sassy comments and eye rolls is someone who genuinely cares about helping people and just wants to make others happy. Classic bad boy with a heart of gold.
Likes: Writing/playing music, gardening, sushi
Dislikes: Dark chocolate, thunder, wool anything
Background: Oliver grew up in a big city with lots of things to do and people to see with his parents and older sister Madeline. He was a sunshine child, always happy and making friends and loved helping people with whatever they needed. Wasn't the best student but never felt the need to be, even though he was a quick learner. Considering his love for helping people but lack of smarts for med school, he decided to go the personal assistant route. He never went to college, learned everything on the fly. But after five years, he was so burnt out and tired of it that he needed a change. So, against his parents wishes, he dropped everything and moved halfway across the country to become a self-sufficient farmer.
Other: He has a mild to severe case of RBF, people often think he's unapproachable

Aaah alright, awesome!! It’s getting pretty late where I am as well (EST), but I can get a starter up sometime tomorrow- probably around midday to afternoon. No rush for your response if you’re still struggling with writers block, btw!! We’ve all been there 🥲

It was cold tonight. The chill in the air was one that Basil had grown to hate over the years as it always meant that he would fall asleep curled in on himself and desperately doing anything in his power to preserve his body heat. That was how most of his nights went nowadays, it seemed. The cool breath of autumn had been a welcome relief at first, a reprieve from the overwhelming heat and stickiness of the forest in the summer, but now Baz would do anything to go back to that summer heat. The cold breathed down the back of his neck throughout the day with threatening whispers in every breeze, but staying just out of sight until the sun set. And then when he resigned to spend the night in a cave or nestled in a patch of bushes, buried in anything he could find, he was left to do his best to ignore the bone-deep chill as he fell asleep and pray that he awoke the next morning.

The sun had set an hour or so ago, leaving the forest drenched in shadows. And unfortunately for the creature sifting through the brush, anything he could’ve had for dinner was now safe in its burrow. As it usually was. He hadn’t been able to catch anything earlier that day either, clumsy steps and poor eyesight leading him to spook any of the creatures he might have preyed upon. As he had done the night before, and the night before that one. He was starving. Desperate. He hadn’t wanted to turn back to the dimly lit farmhouse on the edge of the trees, but it seemed that was his last option.

Now contrary to popular belief, Baz was not dumb. Even when he was not functioning with his human brain, as was the case now. He knew very well that the animals beyond the fencing were being cared for- he’d seen the farmer feeding the chickens, petting the cows as he watched from the treeline with curiosity. And there was of course that shadow of guilt in his more human consciousness as he stalked towards the unsuspecting chickens, but that was not the part of him he was working with at the moment. Large paws met the dirt following a practiced path, eying the chicken coop with a hungry, predatory gaze. He would only take one, he made himself promise. And while the animalistic, desperate side of himself wanted nothing more than to snatch three or four and eat like a king for the night, he reined himself in. Only one. Stalking closer to the pen, he plotted out his movements. He would go for the one furthest out. He would go for the neck, as always. A quick kill.

He almost didn’t process the pain at first.

The loud snap of the trap clicking into place was startling, but it took a few seconds for the blinding pain to settle in. Before he could even understand what had happened he was falling to the ground with a loud cry, his legs suddenly unable to hold him. And it was then that his gaze finally found the wound. The metal teeth had sunk into his front leg, matted white fur already colored a deep red with his blood. The trap had bitten through his thin leg like it was nothing, sharp points digging into his skin at an angle that sent another zip of pain through him with every movement. His yelps settled into soft whines and whimpers, clawing at the puncture only to be met with more pain. He vaguely registered a light clicking on inside the farmhouse, though he didn’t outwardly acknowledge it. It only served to make him more desperate to escape, claws scraping against the metal desperately.

Oh my God I'm so sorry, I've been dealing with a lot of writer's block! If you still want to open this and go with someone else, I totally get that but if you're still okay with it, I can definitely kick myself back into gear for this?