Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like were in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like were in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
To Love the Cursed
{Inspired by Worgen trailer for WoW}
The soft symphony of the night chirps and rustles; the woods dark but soft, like a lady's wedding veil. Darkness shrouds the animals lurking in the star washed landscape, but no one is afraid to go out at night. Until the first people start disappearing. Howls, loud and foreign, invade the forest's nightly song, and fill the day with living nightmares.
Little more needs to be said. It's quite clear to all by now, I'm sure, that the town of Dwelwood has become plagued by what many only believed to be myth: werewolves. But this is no fairy tail. The cursed wolves are not bound by the moon. Day or night, the attacks continue, and anyone who survives their mauling only turn into more monsters. The town has sent out for help, but as of yet no word has arrived back. Things are looking hopeless ... anyone who leaves the town for food, water, anything ... the forest that was once so bountiful to them has now become a death zone.
But the villagers still give thanks that the werewolves haven't attacked the town directly ... yet.
Story
[X] and [Y] both live within this town. [X]'s home is broken into by werewolves one night ... and by morning the entire household is slaughtered. Well, all but one. [X]'s body is missing, which can mean only one thing: he's now one of the cursed.
Ironically enough, that afternoon help arrives in the form of a government official named 'Doc.' And he says he knows how they can fix this ... that he has an experimental cure for the curse. Now all the townsfolk need to do is trap a werewolf for him so he can properly test it.
So the people of the town set out traps; mostly bear traps, considering the power and ferocity of their quarry, and Doc instructs them on how to build a proper cage for such a test subject. Within a few days, the hunt proves fruitful. The hunting party returns with a snarling, caged monster. A monster ... that's [X].
Little more needs to be said. It's quite clear to all by now, I'm sure, that the town of Dwelwood has become plagued by what many only believed to be myth: werewolves. But this is no fairy tail. The cursed wolves are not bound by the moon. Day or night, the attacks continue, and anyone who survives their mauling only turn into more monsters. The town has sent out for help, but as of yet no word has arrived back. Things are looking hopeless ... anyone who leaves the town for food, water, anything ... the forest that was once so bountiful to them has now become a death zone.
But the villagers still give thanks that the werewolves haven't attacked the town directly ... yet.
Story
[X] and [Y] both live within this town. [X]'s home is broken into by werewolves one night ... and by morning the entire household is slaughtered. Well, all but one. [X]'s body is missing, which can mean only one thing: he's now one of the cursed.
Ironically enough, that afternoon help arrives in the form of a government official named 'Doc.' And he says he knows how they can fix this ... that he has an experimental cure for the curse. Now all the townsfolk need to do is trap a werewolf for him so he can properly test it.
So the people of the town set out traps; mostly bear traps, considering the power and ferocity of their quarry, and Doc instructs them on how to build a proper cage for such a test subject. Within a few days, the hunt proves fruitful. The hunting party returns with a snarling, caged monster. A monster ... that's [X].
Rules
- Time skips for the 'below the belt' love scenes.
- Attempt to write with literacy. Spell check, acceptable grammar (I'm not a Nazi), and a length that both describes and gives good attempts at ... well, story telling. No one-liners, but I don't force posters to go uber-long. Just good replies are needed, okay?
- Don't disappear. Really. Give a heads-up for absences that last more than a day. There's nothing more despised than a person who just drops a RP without a word. Tell me if you get bored and want to move on to another RP without me. Please. Really; I don't mind being left; just tell me your leaving.
- Title the PM 'Looking for your Humanity' with your character profile filled out. Add the words moon mistress at the top or bottom of the PM to show you really read the rules.
- Have fun. Talk to me Out Of Character with [], {}, or (()) if you want to add a comment, make a suggestion, etc. or PM if you like that better.
- Follow Gaia's TOS
-Please remember werewolves are wild animals. Don't pet, touch, or otherwise stick your hand into their cage. They love to bite. And tear limbs off.
-I'm looking for a [Y] to go with my [X].
Character Skeleton
Looks: [URL img]
Name: [Should be English-ish, unless you specifically state you're an 'immigrant' of sorts. Dr. Jake, John Smith, Mark Evans, etc.]
Age: [18-23; we're both men here, or at least young men]
Personality/Bio: [Just the bear bones; I like learning about characters through posts]
Occupation: [Because all young men work in a village; be it part time jobs all around or a specific profession]
Name: [Should be English-ish, unless you specifically state you're an 'immigrant' of sorts. Dr. Jake, John Smith, Mark Evans, etc.]
Age: [18-23; we're both men here, or at least young men]
Personality/Bio: [Just the bear bones; I like learning about characters through posts]
Occupation: [Because all young men work in a village; be it part time jobs all around or a specific profession]
Actors in the Show
[X]
Looks: Human ... Wolf
Name: Shade Canus
Age: 22
Personality/Bio: Shade is a relatively new resident to Dwelwood. He came to town with his traveling family, but when it came time to leave he stayed behind, finding he couldn't bear to go from the town close to such a beautiful forest. He's pretty much a loner, living on a rickety shack on the edge of town.
Occupation: Hunter/skinner; often gets paid for firewood or herbs from the forest.
[Y]
Don't go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
Well, its bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
