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Wolves of Yami
a fantasy wolf roleplay.

site name: wolves of yami
link: http://wolvesofdark.proboards98.com/index.cgi?
created on: june 07, 2008

about: On an island lives two packs of what would be known as a fantasy, two fantasy packs of wolves that is. The wolves here are known to be different colors, from blues to pinks. No one really knows why, but the wolves also have a secret and no humans even dare come in the wolves way. The wolves here have powers, powers beyond human belief. With no humans in the way the packs were at somewhat of a peaceful life. But, then the South and West packs turned into which was known as the Southwest Pack. The pack was going to take over the North and East if it was for the quick thinking of the two packs. A war came and soon ended with the death of most of the wolves. Only some still survived and now those wolves with the help of loners are there to try and rebuild there packs. But now, only two packs are here. No longer are there the four packs that once lived in peace. The survives of the Southwest place now live in a place called Kuro Wasteland. Hoping to rebuild there pack, but there is little hope for them. Sadly, the wolves have no way of starting a pack on their own. Most of the wolves fight over who will be the alpha and most die from that. Now the East wolves have to guard their borders like mad to make sure none of them try anything. The packs seem like they will never be at peace. Join in to try and bring peace once again or just come and agree with the once plan the Southwest wolves had. It's your choice! Come and join Wolves of Yami to come and find out what happens!

staff: Sorin - Head Admin.
staff positions: open
alpha positions: open

word limit: 200 words.

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• Roleplay board
  
• Fun & Games board
  
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• And much more!

kingston; CA

Kingston was once a nice, friendly town tucked away in California. It was a place where families came to bring up their young children. Streets were lined with tightly packed houses, all had their doors wide open. A welcoming gesture for all those to see, there was trust, no theft and therefore families were happy for passers by to see their home was open to them; open to the world. Now you see the old men and woman, sitting around in those houses with their doors tightly bolted dreaming about the good old days where everyone knew everyone. Kingston had grown to be a very different town from when they were young. A city where you were forced to watch your back wherever you went. A city were the citizens never slept.

'the city has been overrun. keep all your doors locked at night.
be aware. keep safe.'

What has this lovely city been overrun by? Monsters? Ghouls? Nothing of the sort, the city is crawling with the young population. People as young as sixteen, seventeen causing havoc and chaos on the street. A war has broken out between the younger generations. This city like any other always suffered stereotypes, cliques, but this problem is much worse. We now have gangs here, each are trying to get as much territory in their grasp as possible. Following their leader into destruction. It is not only a grudge they hold against their rival gangs, it is in fact a death wish. Sure, some have alliances, but do you really trust them, any of them? There was a time when there were dozens of gangs walking the streets but now there are only three. Three big gangs that are fighting for dominance, some more powerful that others, some with more money, others with more skills. This is the final list of great powers but that isn't nearly good enough. They want to be on top. The best.

'we can't let them win. join forces with the authority and help
make this city once against the flourishing home it was.'

There have even been special forces set up against stopping these gangs but as always, in this force though made up of highly skilled people, from the armed forces, the best of the police force, they come for everywhere. That doesn't mean they all want the same thing. Like in every industry you will get some corrupt people weaving among the truly trustworthy of those. This city is no longer safe, we don't know who to trust, who to turn to. The streets are raging with fighting, kidnaps, torture. These last of the gangs are ruthless. How will it end?


'will you be one to help save this city or are you going to place
your faith in the bloodbath. pick a side and hope to god you've picked the right one.
good luck and welcome to KINGSTON. enjoy.'

----->> AJAX
just keep that pretty mouth shut

ooc. haha. i love ajax; he's sooooo bipolar. XD
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The night sky above glittered with billions of glittering ice shards. They shone down on the land, lighting it in a bright silver glow. The full moon hung above in the sky, surrounded by the billions of glittering ice shards. It made everything brigher; it brought magic to the land of Faethor. The path continued to weave it's way through the Magic Forest, leading deeper into the unknown. However, the Magic Forest was safe. It wasn't as if some dark, unknown, spirit or ghost was haunting it. Or so, it wasn't rumored to be 'dangerous.'

The air slowly began to warm in the forest as I continued to walk down the dirt path; leaves began to color and fall from their branches. It was a nice change compared to the cold weather outside the Magic Forest. It had been worn down over the centuries, when others had came to visit the Magic Forest. It was said that the forest fed off your emotions, changing the seasons along with the weather which surrounded you. Nobody really beleived it until they had experienced it. I had yet to experience it fully, but the forest before my eyes was slowly changing, gradually, with every step I laid forth on the path.

My bleached white, tye-dyed marked wings laid at my sides. They were only five feet in length, not the longest. Finding someone with wings was difficult, finding someone who was tye-dyed was difficult; two tailed? Maybe. Mute? Perhaphs. And I was all of those in one big, small, package. Being mute however, was quite difficult, seeing as I had a shitload to say. But that had been taken care of by the spirits, and the ghosts, of course. They had granted me a power, similar to telepathy in a way, but stronger. I had nothing to complain about, honestly. I may not have been able to speak, but now others could hear what I had to say. Especially since I was still considered a 'pup' or 'kit' at my super age of six months.

My story wasn't like any other 'orphan' story. It usually began with 'My parents died; please take care of me. Don't leave me.' What a load of bullshit. I snorted, rolling my eyes. How could they act so stupid? Well, all in all, it was the stupid sonofabitches that ended up being at the bottom of the food chain. And their hearts were easy to manipulate and break. So, what? I had been a bad boy since my parents deserted me. Why should I care? Well actually, I had left them. I was still considered an 'ophan' and dumasses never got that I was a 'runaway.'

The forest quickly changed with my mood, the weather shifting to gray clouds. Slowly, rain began to pour from the heavens. A thunderstorm. It couldn't get any better than this. Jackass.