Post by I forgetcalled me AbsentMinded on Mar 18, 2006 4:17:12 GMT -5
Pink elephants can't fly? How do you know? Have you ever seen a pink elephant failing to fly? I have yet to meet a pink elephant who couldn't fly, I'll have you know!
Anyway...I'll post something, shall I? Presumably this example should be of a wolf roleplay, hmm? And it should be the character(s) I intend to play after joining? Ah well, it is, whether it needs to be or not.
The harsh wind howled as it flew over the tundra, and in its midst a second, almost similar sound could be heard. This howl was that of a wolf, but its tone was no less icy, and it lent no warmth to the chorus filling the sky. Its creator could be seen far below, pacing across the fields of ice with a determined gait and an irritated expression. It had been nearly a minute now since her call, what was keeping him? The fool had probably stopped to gaze up in wonder at the Aurora, mesmerized by its shimmering curtains of pink and green. It wasn't as if it was new to him, he'd been born beneath it, but still the sight of it seemed to fill him with excitement night after night. She raised her muzzle a second time to the heavens, and this time received the answer she'd been waiting for. Her voice was quickly joined by a second, no different in pitch or volume but notably lacking in her characteristically cold tone. It almost sounded like he was laughing at her impatience. Well, he wouldn't laugh when she caught up with him, that was for sure. The caribou were moving on, and they could easily miss a meal thanks to his carefree, careless attitude.
"You worry too much, they're already looking tired."
The voice came from behind a steep hill of ice, and as the female spun round, lips raised in a silent snarl, her brother bounded into sight.
"They've been walking for days, we've just begun. What's your problem?"
"You are my problem."
She replied, her voice a soft growl, but she turned away as she spoke to continue after their prey. There was no sense trying to teach him sense. If it was possible, she'd have succeeded by now. As it was, he seemed determined to take everything in his stride without so much as a grumble.
She broke into a run, her stride short but powerful, and her brother quickly caught up and matched her pace. For a few moments, they could almost have been one wolf when seen from above, a mere trick of the light projecting their image twice onto the snow. Both a similar size, both covered in long fur which carried identical markings in grey and white. Even the manner in which they held themselves was comparable, although the female carried an air of dominance that differed to the male's good natured appearance. The only notable difference was that whilst they both shared the same eye colour, a vivid emerald green, the left eye of the brother was a milky white-grey, like the sky in the daytime. If only having half the normal field of vision bothered him, he'd never mentioned it. Of course, he had been born in such a way, so he may not have even been aware there was anything wrong if not for comments from other wolves and his sister in particular.
They moved in silent unison beneath the Northern Lights.
Anyway...I'll post something, shall I? Presumably this example should be of a wolf roleplay, hmm? And it should be the character(s) I intend to play after joining? Ah well, it is, whether it needs to be or not.
The harsh wind howled as it flew over the tundra, and in its midst a second, almost similar sound could be heard. This howl was that of a wolf, but its tone was no less icy, and it lent no warmth to the chorus filling the sky. Its creator could be seen far below, pacing across the fields of ice with a determined gait and an irritated expression. It had been nearly a minute now since her call, what was keeping him? The fool had probably stopped to gaze up in wonder at the Aurora, mesmerized by its shimmering curtains of pink and green. It wasn't as if it was new to him, he'd been born beneath it, but still the sight of it seemed to fill him with excitement night after night. She raised her muzzle a second time to the heavens, and this time received the answer she'd been waiting for. Her voice was quickly joined by a second, no different in pitch or volume but notably lacking in her characteristically cold tone. It almost sounded like he was laughing at her impatience. Well, he wouldn't laugh when she caught up with him, that was for sure. The caribou were moving on, and they could easily miss a meal thanks to his carefree, careless attitude.
"You worry too much, they're already looking tired."
The voice came from behind a steep hill of ice, and as the female spun round, lips raised in a silent snarl, her brother bounded into sight.
"They've been walking for days, we've just begun. What's your problem?"
"You are my problem."
She replied, her voice a soft growl, but she turned away as she spoke to continue after their prey. There was no sense trying to teach him sense. If it was possible, she'd have succeeded by now. As it was, he seemed determined to take everything in his stride without so much as a grumble.
She broke into a run, her stride short but powerful, and her brother quickly caught up and matched her pace. For a few moments, they could almost have been one wolf when seen from above, a mere trick of the light projecting their image twice onto the snow. Both a similar size, both covered in long fur which carried identical markings in grey and white. Even the manner in which they held themselves was comparable, although the female carried an air of dominance that differed to the male's good natured appearance. The only notable difference was that whilst they both shared the same eye colour, a vivid emerald green, the left eye of the brother was a milky white-grey, like the sky in the daytime. If only having half the normal field of vision bothered him, he'd never mentioned it. Of course, he had been born in such a way, so he may not have even been aware there was anything wrong if not for comments from other wolves and his sister in particular.
They moved in silent unison beneath the Northern Lights.