Post by Ursüs ᚦᛖ᛫ᛖᛏᛖᚱᚾᚨᛚ on Aug 25, 2018 19:27:57 GMT -5
Greetings! This forum is dedicated to feral canine based RP with fantasy and sy-fy elements and is not intended to be realistic by any stretch of the imagination. For our intents and purposes only wolves and foxes are allowed. Wolf dogs are as well however they must be high content. If you are new to the concept of RP and wish to learn, we would be more than happy to have you and to show you the ropes, and all are welcome here so long as you will adhere to our rules. I thank you for your time and I hope you have a pleasant time here!
PLEASE BE AWARE THERE WILL BE VIOLENCE (SOMETIMES GRAPHIC POTENTIALLY) AND FOUL LANGUAGE. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Setting: We find ourselves in the enchanted world of Frosa, where technology intermingles with magic and most of the world is left wild, and untamed. In this world there is good, evil, and those that are indifferent. Various races are sprawled out amongst these lands, in some places intermingling. The places where the denizens of this world live range from large and developed sprawling urban areas, to roaming tribes and those lurking below the surface. Our story starts in the frozen birch and needle baring tree forests of the north, in an area know as the Frostbite Mountains, for the land is nestled into a range of snow peaked, jagged mountains; and the desert where the Howling Hills Pack resides which is surrounded by mountains with a few little streams coming down into the dry land, blessing it with life. There are a few caves on a mountain nearby, presumably dens and number of cacti and purple sage bushes in the flats leading to the mountains. Ontop of the shorter, flat-topped mountains there were rather short and acacia looking trees mixed in with a few tall pines; however, trees were few and far between. Whisper's of a returning ancient, all destroying evil, slowly have started to gnaw at the lands and all who hear the rumors. Unforeseeable pestilence. Disease, famine of any shape or form, slithers its way over the lands, constricting the life out of it. Birds taking flight of their homes at wrong times, leaving mixed omens behind, sending even the oldest and wisest minds into a panic induced confusion. Will we flee? Fight for our new homes and lives? Or will we all join the nothingness once more.
Note: Please do not take any content from our site, of any form. IE the biography templates, my stats and weather/debuff system, lore, characters, etc. This includes modifying it for your own use. If you suspect your content has been taken and used here, please politely and calmly email us at forumhelpline@gmail.com and we will get to the bottom of it ASAP. Thank you!
Note about photo's: Some photo's are going to be used from Google images. If you are the photographer and you do not wish for us to use it (despite this site being an entity that generates no revenue which means you can have no legal qualm over this) please just politely email us at forumhelpline@gmail.com and we will gladly take it down. Thanks in advance!
PLEASE BE AWARE THERE WILL BE VIOLENCE (SOMETIMES GRAPHIC POTENTIALLY) AND FOUL LANGUAGE. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Setting: We find ourselves in the enchanted world of Frosa, where technology intermingles with magic and most of the world is left wild, and untamed. In this world there is good, evil, and those that are indifferent. Various races are sprawled out amongst these lands, in some places intermingling. The places where the denizens of this world live range from large and developed sprawling urban areas, to roaming tribes and those lurking below the surface. Our story starts in the frozen birch and needle baring tree forests of the north, in an area know as the Frostbite Mountains, for the land is nestled into a range of snow peaked, jagged mountains; and the desert where the Howling Hills Pack resides which is surrounded by mountains with a few little streams coming down into the dry land, blessing it with life. There are a few caves on a mountain nearby, presumably dens and number of cacti and purple sage bushes in the flats leading to the mountains. Ontop of the shorter, flat-topped mountains there were rather short and acacia looking trees mixed in with a few tall pines; however, trees were few and far between. Whisper's of a returning ancient, all destroying evil, slowly have started to gnaw at the lands and all who hear the rumors. Unforeseeable pestilence. Disease, famine of any shape or form, slithers its way over the lands, constricting the life out of it. Birds taking flight of their homes at wrong times, leaving mixed omens behind, sending even the oldest and wisest minds into a panic induced confusion. Will we flee? Fight for our new homes and lives? Or will we all join the nothingness once more.
Note: Please do not take any content from our site, of any form. IE the biography templates, my stats and weather/debuff system, lore, characters, etc. This includes modifying it for your own use. If you suspect your content has been taken and used here, please politely and calmly email us at forumhelpline@gmail.com and we will get to the bottom of it ASAP. Thank you!
Note about photo's: Some photo's are going to be used from Google images. If you are the photographer and you do not wish for us to use it (despite this site being an entity that generates no revenue which means you can have no legal qualm over this) please just politely email us at forumhelpline@gmail.com and we will gladly take it down. Thanks in advance!
