forum Wolf RP

Started March 25, 2018 by @SofieTheWolf group

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He walks out of the forest, scars aligning his legs. His eyes stumble upon a silhouette laying on a hammock. “Hmm. Interesting”. He walks around exploring, trying not to wake them.

Riverpaw tucked the last flower into a crack in one of the roots, then stuck her head out of the den again. She'd been listening to the cats' plight of not having a place to sleep yet, so, listening to her urge to help before her anxiety caught up, she took a step outside. "Um, i-if you want, you can stay in here with me." She called to them. She only raised her voice a tiny bit since the forest was quieter now that the sun had gone down, but they still were across the clearing. "It's just big enough for three of us, I-I think. Or, you can take it a-and I'll make another one, or…w-whatever you want, I guess."

He Sees another silhouette. “H..hello? Is anyone there?” He whispered

He awoke from his slumber. He realized he had fell asleep right by the edge of Thebes forest. He was pretty hungry, so he decided to try and scavenge some food from either plants, or dens.
He saw a den near the same person he saw in the hammock last night. He peeked in the den. Seeing another person. He looked around for some berries, or maybe even a single leaf. He sniffed out a couple of berries on the floor. He scooped them up, their purple color seemed like gold to him. He immediately scarfed down the berries, as he was so hungry he could eat anything at that point. He decided to make his own hammock maybe 30 feet away from the one next to him.

Sofie turned her gaze back to the moon and tried to recall what she had seen during the major headache she had had earlier. Images flashed in her head: the ocean roaring beneath the red sun’s glare, the feeling of soft sand, the beautiful color of the sky before the sun touched the horizon. There was also the distinct feeling of dread in the flashback. Sofie didn’t know what was happening, but it didn’t seem good. She sighed and peered over the edge of the hammock again. A shape moved through the dark barely out of sight. Sofie squinted and tried to see the shape better.

He saw the silhouettes head move up. He stopped in his tracks. Trying not to move an inch.

The figure disappeared from sight, but Sofie slowly rose from her hammock and silently spread her wings to their full 10 foot length. She hoped it would seem intimidating, but at the same time she wanted whoever was there to stay so she could find out who they were.

He saw the length of her wings. Out of curiosity, he decided to come out of the shadows and quietly ask. “Wh..what type of dragon are you?”

“And I would like to add, you have a good taste in picking your dens”.

He started to get hungry again, so he wandered into the forest. “It’s pretty hard to find one little berry in a beautiful forest like this”. After a little bit more of scavenging he found a bush full of berries. He scooped them up in his hands, and ran back to the place where he saw the dragon. As he sat down he quietly ate his berries.

“Dragon?” Sofie said, trying to hold in a laugh, “I’m a wolf!” Suddenly Sofie couldn’t hold it in anymore and she burst into uproarious giggling, “I know I’m tall but I’ve never been called a dragon!” Sofie stopped laughing and her face quickly turned serious, “Who are you?”

He stuttered. “M…m..my names Andre..”. Who are you?

Sofie sniffed at Andre before responding, “My name is,” Sofie hesitated a split second, “Sofie.” She was trying to be more cautious. He’d find her soon enough. Either personally or not.

He smiled brightly. “Hello there Sofie! You look nice! He sat down. Munching on more berries.

(ssslow down y'all and wait for the rest of us maybe?)

Riverpaw watched the spot where Sofie had disappeared into the forest. She thought she heard another voice out there and then heard who she guessed was Sofie laughing, which made her even more curious. She stayed put, though, still quietly wondering what Moxie and Duchess were going to do about a den.

“R-really?” Sofie wondered how this fox thought she looked nice hovering above him at 6 feet tall with wings and a hundred scars. Well, maybe not one hundred, but there were a lot.