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Setting:
My setting is loosely based on the Italian country side we believe existed in 100 CE, after the form of the Roman Empire.

Basic Rules:
-No l33t, chat, or R U THAR? kind of speech. Semi-literate please.
-At least four IC sentences to a post. This does mean 'I have 4characters so they each have a sentence!' It means that if you have 4 characters they each need four sentences.
-No character bio is needed, same goes for pictures. They take up room and clutter up the rp posts. If you really want to post one, or feel a need to, please go post it here:

Rp Specific:
-This rp is baised in Greko-Roman history, which means any species from this period is up for being played!
Satyrs, Centaurs, Nymphs, Sirens, Dryads, etc.
Species which did no exist (there for can not be be played)
Vampires, Werewolves, Angels, Demons, dragons (except for the Hyrda, which is played as a Monster)
I know this puts some limits on the rp, but it will also allow all of us to push our character biases further.
-If you do choose to play a god or goddess please, keep true to that god or goddess.
Example: Apollo being a war lord, never gonna fly.
Minerva playing judge to a civil mater, go for it!
To keep this accuracy up I will ask that anyone wishing to rp a god or goddess PM me an Audition post. This is to illustrate that you understand and can rp the god you have chosen.

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Siren moved silently through the sun dappled glade. The velvety moss under foot gave a soft and firm footing as she moved between the tree trunks and ferns. She turned her soft blue eyes skyward, her ears flicking forward as she listened to the soft chorus of bird song that resonated this deep in the forest.
She stopped slowly coming to sit on a moss covered rock, listening to the birds as the soft gurgle and glug of the stream below her offered a wonderful harmony. She was a faurn, or satyr, a trickster by all human standards. Her legs resembled doe legs, with cloven hoofs as her small tail flicked behind her. She had long auburn hair that fell around her back and down her shoulders in soft, loose curls.
From above her temples, their roots hidden by her hair came a pair of velvet covered tines, giving her look of a fallow deer as apposed to a goat like the rest of her kind. She hummed softly to the bird sounds, closing her eyes to listen.
That is when the world went still. The bird song was silenced, like a child silenced by a strike from its parent. Even the laughing sound of the stream seemed dulled, as though it understood that the situation in the forest was no longer a jovial one.
She opened her eyes, turning her head slowly as she listened, trembling on her perch, ears and tail up and alert as she heard it; the baying of hounds...

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Gwendolyn sighed as she stood on the clif looking over the forest as she watched the scene. She held her bow tightly and her quiver of arrows at her side. She watched the centaur run from the men andd dogs. The men and dogs fell far behind and she giggled a chilling sound that sounded like chimes dancing in the musical wind. She sighed once again and turned from the scene and threw her dress like shirt over her body as she began to walk away the sound of his hooves beating the ground furiously still in hearing distance.