Welcome to Living in Everyone's Shadows, an advanced wolven RPG.
About Lies:
Living in Everyone's Shadows is a new wolf RP. RP as a wolf and create a pack, or family, and become famous among wolves. Intermediate to advanced RPers only. For further info, please read the rules, and the plot board.
News:
July 26th, 2008 by Ramp
More members! We currently have twenty members, which is a good start. The advertising is working, and that's all thanks to you guys, who've advertised. Embers and Rhue, a special thanks to you two for participating in the Advertising Contest. Everyone, word of mouth (or talking about) can also get us members. Tell your roleplaying friends about LIES! Who knows, maybe they'll decide to join?
I'm making up a new category, where we can chat and game, etc. Demaen didn't have the brains to do it, so I'm going to. You must still treat everyone with the same respect in the new boards! If you don't, they will be taken away.
Last but not least, there might be a new rule about mating and pups soon. You won't be able to make a character that already has a mate, nor make a she-wolf that is pregnant, right off the sheet. And I think we won't be able to become mates with our own wolves, since then other members can't mate with your wolves. But that's up to Demaen to decide, neh? If you're reading this, Demented, PM me. Thanks!
Current Season:
Winter
Weather:
The weather is quite fair today. Snow ligtly drops from the clouds, and ice patches are quite common. Nothing out of the ordaniary or exciting.
Rampage Insister is now the member of the month, and the Co-Owner of LIES for a number of reasons. Ramage had been one of LIES first members and has been here since the first month of LIES. Not only that, but when I, Demaen, had gone inactive he had kept all of the members that had joined in my absence active, and he took matters into his own hands and began accepting bios while I was gone so that others could enjoy the site. I, Demaen, think if anyone deserves member of the month it's Rampage.
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Tension « Thread Started on May 26, 2008, 10:14pm »
Yellow streaks paint the sky, As battle cries echo down below, Feel this pain this treachery, Echo down below your soul.
You know I’m right, You know their right, You know that you’re only gonna fail, Fail at this game of life or death.
Spin the wheel, Spin it hard, Watch it go and turn your world, Upside down and inside out, Watch it twirl and dash, Going ‘round and ‘round, Where it stops nobody knows.
When we watch this fatal hour, Tick by are faces, Steal our hope, As our world crumbles around us, Blood paints the floor, The barren dust, Peltage covers the reddened sand, And we know what’s happening, We all know that we’re to blame, So flee.
Flee, Run and don’t come back, For after all, If you dare come back, What will your punishment be?
Don’t look back, don’t turn around, Just watch your world come falling down, Only remember, In the end, you’ll be the one who suffers most.
Before the world had settled, long before anyone could remember, before the Big Bang happened, a meteor was said to hit Earth, and it had. It shook the world, and crack a piece of Earth off, the moon.
The moon had a sister piece, a twin piece that left the atmosphere, that hid itself from human life and evolved. Air, plants, trees, water, everything that life could need was there… It was where they evolved, though it happened much slower then life on earth, and very few things survived on this odd planet. The planet’s sun was a reflection that beamed off of another planet, and it seemed to go right through the ‘perfect’ planet, for there was no snow that covered the ground in most parts, unless season permitted.
It had average seasons, like its mother planet, Earth, winter, spring, summer, fall, repeat. It was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact there was only woodland and plain, no tundra, no desert, no beach, for after all it was a small planet.
As life began to form, four-legged creatures thrived, and deer began to swarm the area, they thrived. Fish filled the ponds, lakes, rivers, and streams; birds filled the skies, and wolves were born among the ruckus. As the world took shape and life formed, colors did as well.
It seemed as though the rainbow had blessed, one specie and, one specie only, the wolves. They had been multi-colored, colors that described their personality, though soon that changed and instead, it became a mixture of two variables, parents coat, and their personality.
Those, whom reign in a dark kingdom, yet are kind hearted and soft, though it would be rare, would take the color of a light shade of gray, and though it was odd, it would never be possible to mistake someone for something they weren’t with this, and these creatures began to flourish.
One day, a creature consisting of dark gold came to the landscape, he made the wolves go against themselves, he fed them lies and turned their world upside, saying that they were all his favorite, saying that he did this and she did that, putting families and packs against each other until they were all on their own, they were all frail and weak, and then he turned on them, attacked them, killed them, he had fed them lies…..Lies, and he had forgotten one, a pup whom had watched the treachery and soon ran a rebellion against the golden creature.
It is said in fable that in the end, all wolves had died, neither good nor evil had survived and as wolves slowly revolved to what they once were, tension covers the wolves as they find the remains of what were once ‘them’, wolves.
Packs form for safety and for life, wars break out, and soon the leaders become slave masters in a way, forcing their pack to do what the please, no matter what it is, and as things turn, no one knows whom they can trust, and whom will just crush them.
All of the rainbow pelted creatures are beginning to sense that no longer are they going to be able to live as they once have, and instead members will live in their leader’s shadows, obeying, following, not arguing, or speaking a word, though they whisper to each other about that may happen, or what may not. Most importantly, they all know they’re living in lies, as their ancestors once had.
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