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This is Earth, after humans are long extinct. They caused severe global warming and left much of their trash behind. Most things like guns and such are long buried underneath the soil and no animal would know how to work them anyway. Bits and pieces of old airplane wings and long, large pieces of metal occasionally poke up from the ground and the bears use this to create their armor. Most animals don't know how the humans came to be extinct, but there are stories. Old stories.

 

Once upon a time there was mankind. They had no fur on them besides on the top of their heads and the rest of their bodies were naked and pink. These animals were cunning and smart and had fierce weapons we can only imagine. They were very smart, but war constantly raged within their own species. Only the swift fox was more cunning than they.

 

One day a fox met with a man. The man hated the people on the other side of the world. As the people were divided, so were the lands. The man hated those other people and wanted to rid the world of him. Sly Fox walked up to Man and told him, "Foolish man. Do you not know you cause certain destruction for your species?" Man chuckled.

 

"Foolish one, listen to yourself speak. You are under us, beneath us. You know nothing of what power or want means. Fox, grant me a wish." Fox nodded, his eyes uncertain, but in his head, grinning devilishly.

 

"As you wish, Great Man. Was is it that you want so badly?"

 

"I want to know how to kill people. How to kill our enemies," said Man, his eyes narrowing and his mouth smiling. Fox nodded.

 

"You need a plague that can be spread only by way of humans. Otherwise the rats will surely kill all. But you remember, Man's true enemy is himself." And Fox handed Man a vial of a deadly disease that can be spread only by Man to Man and easily done so. This disease killed only man and nothing else as a result. Not animals, not plants.

 

Man chuckled at Fox's foolishness. Man would get rid of his enemies and only he and his friends would be left. But as Fox said, Man's true enemy is thyself and Man asked for a disease to kill all of Man's enemies. All humans perished.

 

The continents are no longer separate; they have re-cycled and are now in supercontinent-form once again. The vegetation is rare and the seasons are very different from today. They are much more warm as the result of global warming and summers are almost unbearable. Most animals either migrate to always stay where it is coolest or have very short fur. Most plants are tropical plants and plants found in the desert.

 

PLOT

The bears look down their noses and think themselves better than the wolves and lions. After all, they can stand on two legs and have thumbs. The wolves are being provoked by the bears, who want a war to eliminate all "lesser" species. The lions are off killing themselves; trying to rid themselves of "touched" lions, lions that get strange and wild every eclipse. The symptoms include: their minds seeming to wander all the time, their eyes changing colors and their becoming fur mangy, raggedy and blue-tinted. And the caribou are constantly being hunted by the wolves and bears. They want to fight back and are forming ranks of an elite group to slaughter the bears, wolves and lions. The birds are entirely focused on the main plot, which is below.

 

MAIN PLOT

At the same time, all of the species are pitted against each other to become the next great superpower race, like the humans and the dinosaurs. They each need to fight the other races off and create one elite race, a race purged of the imperfect. The weak will die in the battle. Only the strong can survive.

 

ANIMALS

 

It must be said that the animals are all able to communicate with each other. There are other animals besides these, but they are not played by people.

PREDATORS

THE BEAR: This beast is even more fearsome than today. They hunt in small packs and are now considered social animals. They are typically very large, and have long claws and are still bulky and slow. They also have thumbs like our own. They have succeeded in making pieces of armor that are broken by caribou horns after a few hits, a few wolf-strikes, and a few swiped from a lion’s paw. They do not cover their bellies. The bears migrate to follow the caribou and come in many colors.

 

THE WOLF: This majestic creature is to be admired and feared. They have small poison glands which make them able to kill prey easier. Their poison glands are in their mouth, for the wolves have venomous fangs like a poisonous snake. They looked like striped and spotted hyenas to sum up their general look. They have long claws and are usually powerfully muscled. They are still social animals and are in large packs. They are much smaller than our wolves today, but are also much faster. They also come in an assortment of colors.

 

THE LION: The lions are almost exactly the same as today, but are sometimes more like Ligers. (Lion-tiger cross)

PREY

THE CARIBOU: The caribou are the most feared of the prey animals. Their antlers are sharp and curve dangerously to the front for ramming predators. They are much more bulky than today and are similar to musk-oxen, besides the horns & fur. These guys migrate to stay in the cold areas. They are grey, white, tan, yellow, or brown.

 

THE BIRDS: These guys are any color, shape or size, as long as it’s something realistic. The birds rely on other birds for protection as safety is in numbers. Most birds are large and some have been known to prey on adult wolves.

 

RULES

 

NO GODMODDING

 

NO PERFECT CHARACTER

 

KEEP IT PG13

 

AT LEAST 5 SENTENCES

 

NO DOUBLE POSTING

 

PM CHARRIE SHEET TO ME

KEEP OOC IN THESE: ((SAMPLE TEXT))

CHARRIE SHEET

 

Username:

Character name:

Character age:

Race:

Gender:

Appearance (Pics are accepted):

History:

Introduction paragraph:

 

 

ACCEPTED CHARACTERS:

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BIRDS

FURY:

 

Username: Darkshadow

Character name: Fury

Character age: 2 years

Race: Bird; Golden Eagle

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Fury, as an evolved golden eagle, has a wingspan of seven feet and can lift a full grown wolf into the air.

History: Fury was born in the cooler parts of the continent, in an area where the other predators were actively preying on the birds for their food source. He grew up hating the predators on land, and with a passion began hunting them and trying to protect the other, smaller birds from harm.

Introduction paragraph:

There was nothing but blue sky above him, and the mottled green of the tropical forests beneath him. Fury let out a sharp cry of a hunting eagle, and dove down to the trees, his sharp, golden eyes searching out any likely prey on the branches. Leaves whipped past him as he plummeted, and he swiveled in mid-air to avoid hitting a large branch. Fury's focus sharpened as he spotted a rabbit-like creature quietly grazing on the forest floor, unaware of the predator above it. Fury's stomach grumbled, but he did not falter. A flash of his talons, and then the rabbit was firmly clutched in his grasp, helpless. It was easy prey, but it would not fill his stomach. He, Fury, a golden eagle, could easily lift a grown wolf, and that was about how much he needed to eat every day. The problem was finding a grown wolf.

 

LENK:

 

Username: Packgoater

Character name: Lenka

Character age: 1.5 yrs

Race: Bird, peregrine falcon

Gender: Female

Appearance: http://www.funonthenet.in/images/stories/f...ne-falcon-1.jpg

 

She has 6 foot wings and a sleek body, prefect for going at high speeds just like her ancestors.

History: Lenka was born in the rockier part of the world where there are dense evergreen forests and random cliffs that jut out of the landscape. She was born at a rocky outcropping in a nest of pebbles, only reachable by a thin ledge. Apparently the pathway was wide enough for a starving wolf. One time a starving wolf was craving a meal and saw a small bird sitting atop three hatchings. The father was out hunting and the wolf crept slowly up the ledge. He attacked the mother who tried to fight him off, but he got to two of the hatchlings, Lenka's brothers. Her father heard the commotion and grabbed the wolf by the scruff of it's neck, dragging it away from the nest. The wolf managed to bite her father's wing and her father dropped the wolf, which died on impact. He flew back to the nest, relieved to find his mate okay, but saddened to find the two male hatchlings dead. They got rid of the bodies and forever crooned over Lenka, protecting her from the dangers of the world until they finally died.

 

Lenka has never forgotten the salivating jaws of the wolf that killed her brothers. She now has a permanent thing against wolves and they are her chosen meal. She can carry a full-grown wolf, as she got her size from her father. It does slow her down more than most birds because of her light build.

Introduction paragraph:

 

Lenka flicked her wing-tip, slightly veering to the left. Her sharp, pebble eyes scanned the forest below her, looking for any sign of prey, a wolf most desirable. With satisfaction she saw a skinny wolf, not so unlike the one that had killed her siblings oh so long ago. She let out a triumphant war-cry, one of those sounds you don't forget. The wolf started to sprint away, four legs working, four paws churning in the soil, spitting dark brown dirt and green moss up behind it. Lenka pulled her wings to her sides, a dive slightly different then the ones her ancestors were famous for. The wolf couldn't go fast enough. Lenka suddenly pulled out her wings, her muscles screaming in fury as they worked like a parachute. She flapped forward, coming closer and closer to the wolf. Black claws reached into pink flesh and dug in, pinching the skin until it bled and still going down forward, eager for a good hold. She slammed her wings down, slowly rising back up, far away from the ground. Only then did she notice the golden shape clinging to a grey-brown rabbit-like creature. Lenka gulped. Not only was this a eagle, but it was a much bigger eagle that her. She hoped it hadn't spotted her, but with the big lump of struggling meat underneath her claws, she highly doubted it. She continued flapping as she brought her head to it's neck and quickly snapped it. Maybe it didn't see the now-limp wolf underneath her? It'd have to be blind.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~WOLVES

 

 

DESTINY

 

Username: DP

Character name: Destiny (Des for short)

Character age: 5 years

Race: wolf

Gender: female

Appearance: http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs44/i/2009/065...tOfTheStars.jpg - the one on the right is her. She has stripes and spots on her neck and body, though and isn't just a normal light tan/brown color.

History: Destiny was born in the forested area of the woods and was always told growing up to beware of the birds. Her parents and twin brother (the wolf on the left in the picture is him except he also had stripes and spots on his neck and body like Des does) were killed by an eagle when she was just a pup. Somehow she was able to get away and was taken in by another family and that was the family that taught her to stay away from the falcons, eagles, hawks, etc. by running in a zig-zag motion and they also taught her how to fight back. Now 5 years old and an adult, she lives on her own in a cave deep within the forest. Her adoptive parents died of some unknown disease a year ago and she misses them them tries not to dwell on their death too much. She's also looking for a mate that she would like to spend the rest of her life with if possible but she hasn't found one yet.

Introduction paragraph:

 

Destiny was in her cave, sleeping. She had been sleeping since the early morning and was still doing that since she didn't feel like getting up just yet. She figured that when she did she would go out and kill a big, fat, juicy caribou to eat or a bird if she was lucky with killing it before it killed her. She always woke up hungry and shortly afterward, went out to hunt for something. She hoped that one day she would do it with someone else that she cared about instead of always by herself, which was the case nowadays.

 

AMBER

Username:Backup77, or Zoroark77 if I ever get my old account back.

Character name:Amber

Character age:3 years

Race:Wolf

Gender:Female

Appearance (Pics are accepted):Amber

History:Amber was abandoned as a pup, and two hawks adopted her and raised her. When she was two years old, a bear and a caribou attacked them. The hawks managed to kill the bear and caribou, but they were killed in the process. She has a hatred of caribou and bears.

Introduction paragraph:Amber walked slowly towards the group of loners. She could stay with them for awhile again. They didn't ask very many questions, and it would be easier for her to survive. She looked up at the sky, watching two birds fly away with struggling wolves in their talons. They're not Nightstream and Star. For a year she had been trying to fit in somewhere, to find a family again. She had had one until the bear and the caribou attacked. She remembered watching the caribou's horn driving through Nightstream's chest, the bear's jaws clamping on Star. She remembered trying to help, biting the caribou and bear whenever she could. She sighed and began to follow the birds. She would probably be killed, but it might be better than this, wandering around and trying to find a family.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CARIBOU

 

 

KASKEA - Cheif in Inuit

 

Username: Packgoater (Call me PG, Pack or whatever else you want, I really don't mind)

Character name: Kaskea

Character age: 7

Race: Caribou

Gender: Male

Appearance: Kaskea has long legs but a stocky body, making him a dangerous piece of prey. His fur is pure white, him supposedly being an albino. His pale pink skin is marked and scarred from times he has fought off bears, wolves and, occasionally, lions. His nose is a soft pink and his eyes are bright blue, the color of the moon when it is, in fact, blue. His horns are large and impressive, but not like your average caribou antlers. He sharpens the edges of his antlers into fine points and they are a very light tan, covered with a white velvet in the appropriate season. He has what is almost a mane (lion mane, not horse) on his neck and his tail is short and fluffy.

History: Kaskea was born on the full moon, just when the moon was in the middle of the sky and slightly blue, right above his mother. When he was first born, they said the moon had put some of it into him, that he would've been born dead if the moon hadn't saved him. He grew up fast and he grew up strong, something not usually typical of albino animals. Stories have been spread about him, from caribou to wolf, to wolf to bear, to bear to lion, to lion to bird. He is a legend, he is the caribou blessed by the moon, some say he's the moon incarnate. Whatever the case, there is something different about him... something worth his Legend title. Ever since he was young he wanted to form a herd of caribou, an elite herd of caribou, to bring the glory of being the world's super-race to the rest of the caribou. He now has formed his own band of elites, all strong and cunning, to live his dream. THEIR dream.

Introduction paragraph:

 

White breath, circling and swirling, shimmering and glittering from him. From Kaskea. Tiny drops of moisture drip from a pink nose, in the cold winter air. Not as cold as it should be. Would be. Could be. Cold enough. His withers twitched, sending snow flying off of them. His ears swiveled backwards. Was it just his imagination, or could he sense another being near him? His head turned warily, icy blue eyes scanning the area. He couldn't tell, the snow masked most smells, even though there was only inches of it. Pale hooves stomped, kicking aside flakes to reveal dark, green grass underneath. He splayed his legs and tossed his head, clearly ready for any attack. He could sense the person near him was not a caribou, wouldn't be a bear, couldn't be a lion, shouldn't be a bird..... it must've been a wolf. His eyes were fearless now, the pale blue of his eyes barely showing. He wouldn't attack a wolf, the fight wouldn't be fair. He'd talk to the poor thing, find out why the heck it was going to hunt the legendary Kaskea. Kaskea wasn't harmed by their poison, another blessing some caribou say was given to him by the moon. He was stronger than a wolf, larger than a wolf. And he had a herd of elites. He wasn't going to be taken out by a wolf. The legendary Kaskea stood and waited, waiting for the foolish wolf to come and try to kill him.

 

Ryka

Username:AryxonNabalMornaug

Character name: Ryka

Character age: 4

Race: caribou

Gender: female

Appearance (Pics are accepted):http://www.google.com/m/search?site=images&client=safari&hl=en&gl=us&source=mog&q=male+caribou&ei=oPcqTpDBLtGTsgeAqagw&ved=0CBYQ1QIoAQ#i=153 But with crystals hanging from the taller parts of the antlers and copper fur.

History: Supposedly born under the red sun, Ryka grew in great wisdom and strength. Growing permanent antlers, she discovered one day that she had crystals growing from the taller part of her antlers. When she was attacked by a wolf once, she found that her crystal entranced the wolf, letting her escape. Joining Kaskea's herd,Ryka grew, protecting the herd.

Introduction paragraph: Grazing, Ryka twitched her nose. Raising her head, Ryka snorted.Snow is deep this year. She noticed a calf struggling to dig up a patch of grass."Need some help?" The calf, half starved, nodded with greatful eyes. Using her antlers, Ryka cleared the snow away."Thank you." The calf stumbled and ate where she fell. My work here is done. Walking back to her patch, Ryka began grazing again.

Edited by Packgoater

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I'm not an approver or a moderator, but I'm going to give you a few heads-up about some problems in your Roleplay. I wont be criticizing grammar or spelling, because that's not my forte.

 

First of all, it's unworldly possible for the climate to change that fast, and that drastically. Even if the world were to form back into Pangaea (which may or may not be possible, but it seems plausible enough.) it would still have many different climates because of how this world is made. Latitude and longitude would still cause certain areas of the earth to be hot or cold, as well as certain elevations.

 

Also, what about all the non-degradable things the humans left behind? There can't just be a fresh new planet with no trace of the humans what-so-ever. If this were another world that never had humans in the first place, it would make more sense that there is nothing left behind.

 

This is my two cents, and I hope that you can make this RP even better with what I have provided for you.

 

EDIT:

Oh, and also the fact that the birds and the lions are doing the exact same thing by trying to get rid of tainted members in their race. You should probably limit that to one race.

Edited by SureinDragon

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Supercontinent would probably be more accurate than Pangaea-like, as there have been several supercontinents in history, including Gondwana and Laurasia. :3

 

I'll come back to give some crit later, too. :3

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You may want to lose the 'ye olde butchered englishe' in the legend, it really distracts from the flow of things.

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Once upon a time, there was man. They had no fur on them besides on the top of their heads and the rest of them were naked and pink. This animal was cunning and smart and had fierce weapons we can only imagine. They were so smart, but war constantly raged within their own species. Only the swift fox was more cunning than he.

 

So far this is the only I've read, but... Grammatical errors aside, this jumped out at me.

 

In the first sentence, there is one man.

In the second sentence, there are several creatures.

In the third sentence, there is one animal.

In the fourth sentence, there are several creatures.

In the fifth sentence, there is one male being.

 

So... Are you talking about a man, an animal, a species, or something else entirely?

Edited by Saikachan

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Once upon a time, there was man.

 

I believe the comma isn't needed.

 

They had no fur on them besides on the top of their heads and the rest of them were naked and pink.

 

Kind of awkward structure. Maybe instead of "and the rest of them were" try something like "the rest of their bodies were".

 

They were so smart, but war constantly raged within their own species. Only the swift fox was more cunning than he.

 

"So" could either be deleted or replaced with something like "very" or "extremely". In the second sentence, does "he" refer to men? Maybe make that less ambiguous.

 

The man hated the other people on the other side of the world.

 

A bit repetitive with the word "other". I think the "other" before "people" could be gotten rid of.

 

As they people were divided, so were the lands.

 

"They people"? :B

 

Now anyway, the Man hated those other people and wanted to rid the world of him. Sly Fox walked up to Man and told him, "Foolish man. Do you not know you cause certain destruction for your species?" Man chuckled.

 

"Now" could be deleted. Actually, "now anyway" could probably all be deleted and the sentence combined with the first one about the man hating the other men. Why are "fox" and "man" capitalized here?

 

"Foolish one, listen to you speak. You are under us, beneath us. You know nothing of what power or want means. Fox, grant me a wish." Fox nodded, his eyes uncertain, but his head grinning devilishly.

 

"Listen to you speak"? Maybe "listen to yourself speak"? Foxes head grinned? o.o

 

"I want to know how to kill people. How to kill our enemies," says Man, his eyes narrowing and his mouth smiling. Fox nodded.

 

To keep with the tense you've set up, change "says" to "said".

 

"You need a plauge that can be spread only by way of humans. Otherwise the rats will surely kill all. But you remember, Man's true enemy is himself." And Fox handed Man a vile of a deadly disease, passable only by Man and easily spread.

 

Plague is the correct spelling. What do you mean "passable only by men"? Maybe re-word using "immunity" instead of "passable", if I've understood correctly.

 

But as Fox said, Man's true enemy is thyself and Man asked for a disease to kill all of Man's enemies.

 

As far as I understand it, thyself is like yourself, so it doesn't make much sense in this sentence. "Man's true enemy is yourself."

 

The vegetation is rare and the seasons are very different from today.

 

"The vegetation" could probably just be "vegetation".

 

They are much more warm as the result of global warming and summers are almost unbearable.

 

"Much more warm" should be "much warmer".

 

Most edible plants are plants you might find in the desert and tropical plants.

 

Sounds like the edible plants are plants you find in the desert and plants you find in tropical plants. I'd re-word to something like: "Most edible plants are tropical plants and plants found in the desert".

 

They are few and far between, but herbivores know where to look.

 

You've already stated herbivores know where to find edible food, so this is a bit repetitive.

 

The wolves are being provoked by the bears, which want a war to eliminate all "lesser" species.

 

"Which" should be "who".

 

The lions are off killing themselves, trying to rid themselves of "touched" lions, lions that get strange and wild every eclipse.

 

Semi-colon, not comma.

 

The symptoms include their minds seeming to wander all the time, their eyes changing colors and their fur mangy, raggedy and blue-tinted.

 

If you want to use include, I'd probably put a colon after it, then list the symptoms. The last symptom is more of a description with the way you set up the rest of the symptoms. Try "their fur becoming mangy" and etc.

 

~

 

And those are some errors I caught in a quick run-through. :3

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I think I fixed the things you mentiond SockPuppet Strangler. @Saikachan: when I say man in the first sentence, I mean it as the species. I fixed the one animal thing and again, I mean Fox and He as the species. I kinda write like that sometimes.

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And Fox handed Man a vile of a deadly disease that can be spread only by Man to Man and easily done so.

 

That's "vial", not "vile".

 

They have small poison glands which make them able to kill prey easier.

 

How exactly does this work? Are they like snakes, with venomous fangs?

 

This is looking really good, actually.

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Okay! I see nothing more wrong with this. Approved! biggrin.gif

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((Sorry, this is the same as the intro, I need you to respond to it, Darkshadow, before I can post anything else though, so here it is: ))

 

 

 

Lenka flicked her wing-tip, slightly veering to the left. Her sharp, pebble eyes scanned the forest below her, looking for any sign of prey, a wolf most desirable. With satisfaction she saw a skinny wolf, not so unlike the one that had killed her siblings oh so long ago. She let out a triumphant war-cry, one of those sounds you don't forget. The wolf started to sprint away, four legs working, four paws churning in the soil, spitting dark brown dirt and green moss up behind it. Lenka pulled her wings to her sides, a dive slightly different then the ones her ancestors were famous for. The wolf couldn't go fast enough. Lenka suddenly pulled out her wings, her muscles screaming in fury as they worked like a parachute. She flapped forward, coming closer and closer to the wolf. Black claws reached into pink flesh and dug in, pinching the skin until it bled and still going down forward, eager for a good hold. She slammed her wings down, slowly rising back up, far away from the ground. Only then did she notice the golden shape clinging to a grey-brown rabbit-like creature. Lenka gulped. Not only was this a eagle, but it was a much bigger eagle that her. She hoped it hadn't spotted her, but with the big lump of struggling meat underneath her claws, she highly doubted it. She continued flapping as she brought her head to it's neck and quickly snapped it. Maybe it didn't see the now-limp wolf underneath her? It'd have to be blind.

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((No problem. ^^))

Fury looked down at the rabbit-creature clutched in his talons, assessing how much of a meal he could get out of the thing. The rabbit-creature was well-fed, being a herbivore, so he would be able to get his stomach to stop rumbling for a while so that he could continue his search for larger prey. He heard the beating of wings behind him; labored, as if the bird was carrying something heavy. Golden eyes flashing, Fury wheeled around to see another eagle there, carrying the remains of a scrawny wolf. The eagle had just snapped the wolf's neck, thereby ending it's miserable existance. For a minute or two he just stayed there, flapping his giant wings, looking at the small eagle. "Have you seen any more wolves today? This puny rabbit-creature will not last me long." he said in his raspy, loud voice. The eagle was way smaller than he was, and not a golden eagle. Pity, really. It was to his advantage to be a giant eagle. That meant that there were a lot less creatures that could and were trying to kill him.

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The peregrine falcon hesitated, her black eyes focusing on the gigantic eagle. She was losing her strength, so she took a risk and decided to talk to this beautiful gold bird.

 

"Look, I can't carry this for much longer so can we go to that outcropping and talk? I'll give you some of mine," she said, her voice like jingling bells, soft, beautiful and ringing. If you listened to her effortless voice, you wouldn't know that she was carrying anything. Only her slowing wingbeats and exhausted eyes showed fatigue. Without waiting for his response, she swiftly dived for the safe and rocky outcropping she had spoken about. She pushed the edges of her wings towards them, slowing her speed as she gently landed, dropping the wolf with a thud. Her head cocked almost robotically and she waited for the eagle to come down.

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Fury sighed, and then flapped his wings gently, rising slowly after the falcon. His stomach was still grumbling for food, but he ignored it for now. It was not often another bird offered to share their meal with him. He carefully dropped the rabbit down, and then landed, careful not to smack the bird next to him with his large wings. After tucking them in, he lowered his head and took a chunck of meat out of the dead rabbit-creature, and then another. He ate the rabbit-creature quickly, and then kicked the remains off the outcropping with one taloned leg. The scavengers would take care of the rest. "So, why would you share that wolf with me?" Fury asked softly, his rasping voice sounding curious. "It is not often another bird decides to share their prey with me, even with the flourishing season coming on."

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"I'm much too small to eat a whole wolf and I'd much rather share it with you than have you take it from me. I suppose I wasn't raised like the average nestling though. After the wolf... after my brothers died.... my parents tried to teach me everything that would help me survive. I guess they thought if I was caught by a bear, manners would help me." she said, rolling her eyes at the memory. She balanced on one leg while she cleaned her beak with her other foot. That done, she ruffled her feathers and started preening, all the while her eyes on the eagle that stood before her.

 

"And no, I haven't seen many wolves. Every once in a while you see one, but it's said they're going through tough times. I suspect the bears are at fault. It's always the bears. Killing our prey, stealing our food. And what can we do to them? I can only remember one time that I've killed and eaten a bear and that was with two other birds! You know what I think? I think right now the animals are handing the bears the right to be the next superpower race. I think us birds need to fight it. I think that the birds shouldn't be solitary birds anymore, we should be in large flocks. Then we can hunt bears! Then we can fight them, fight their 'superiority'," said the pretty, young falcon who stopped preening and turned to face the golden eagle. "Oh, and my name is Lenka."

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((just putting my intro paragraph if that's okay))

 

Destiny was in her cave, sleeping. She had been sleeping since the early morning and was still doing that since she didn't feel like getting up just yet. She figured that when she did she would go out and kill a big, fat, juicy caribou to eat or a bird if she was lucky with killing it before it killed her. She always woke up hungry and shortly afterward, went out to hunt for something. She hoped that one day she would do it with someone else that she cared about instead of always by herself, which was the case nowadays.

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"I'm much too small to eat a whole wolf and I'd much rather share it with you than have you take it from me. I suppose I wasn't raised like the average nestling though. After the wolf... after my brothers died.... my parents tried to teach me everything that would help me survive. I guess they thought if I was caught by a bear, manners would help me." the falcon said, with Fury listening intently. By the Wind, she was talking! He hadn't heard such a chatty bird since he had met one of those parrots. However, the falcon's next words drew his attention.

"And no, I haven't seen many wolves. Every once in a while you see one, but it's said they're going through tough times. I suspect the bears are at fault. It's always the bears. Killing our prey, stealing our food. And what can we do to them? I can only remember one time that I've killed and eaten a bear and that was with two other birds! You know what I think? I think right now the animals are handing the bears the right to be the next superpower race. I think us birds need to fight it. I think that the birds shouldn't be solitary birds anymore, we should be in large flocks. Then we can hunt bears! Then we can fight them, fight their 'superiority'," said the falcon, who finally stopped preening and turned to face the golden eagle. "Oh, and my name is Lenka." Fury dipped his head in acknowledgement, and then he said, "My name is Fury. I believe what you're saying is right, but we're just two birds here!" He stretched one golden wing towards the forest. "Unless all the birds decide they've had enough, the bears are going to win the supremacy! I say no. Hey, Lenka. Wanna team up with me?" he asked, cocking his head to one side. He was curious to see if she would actually do it.

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Lenka:

 

"Sure. Two birds are better than one," she said, surprised he asked her. Her black pebble eyes scrutinized him now, taking in all of his features, his possible weaknesses. It looked like for most of his disadvantages she had the advantages and vice versa. She would be faster then he, but also weaker than him. She would be a better hunter than fighter, he would probably be a better fighter than hunter.

 

A good team... I just hope he doesn't find me obnoxious. He seems quieter than I, mayhap because I'm almost as chatty as a mockingbird! Ugh, the woes of the world.

 

"I'm pretty good at hunting and I've been told I have a good eye for prey. What about you? You seem like a good fighter, like once you got to your prey you'd do pretty well," she said carefully, trying not to talk excessively while also trying to not possibly hurt his feelings. She didn't know much about this eagle, other than he seemed nice enough.

 

 

 

Kaskea:

 

White breath, circling and swirling, shimmering and glittering from him. From Kaskea. Tiny drops of moisture drip from a pink nose, in the cold winter air. Not as cold as it should be. Would be. Could be. Cold enough. His withers twitched, sending snow flying off of them. His ears swiveled backwards. Was it just his imagination, or could he sense another being near him? His head turned warily, icy blue eyes scanning the area. He couldn't tell, the snow masked most smells, even though there was only inches of it. Pale hooves stomped, kicking aside flakes to reveal dark, green grass underneath. He splayed his legs and tossed his head, clearly ready for any attack. He could sense the person near him was not a caribou, wouldn't be a bear, couldn't be a lion, shouldn't be a bird..... it must've been a wolf. His eyes were fearless now, the pale blue of his eyes barely showing. He wouldn't attack a wolf, the fight wouldn't be fair. He'd talk to the poor thing, find out why the heck it was going to hunt the legendary Kaskea. Kaskea wasn't harmed by their poison, another blessing some caribou say was given to him by the moon. He was stronger than a wolf, larger than a wolf. And he had a herd of elites. He wasn't going to be taken out by a wolf. The legendary Kaskea stood and waited, waiting for the foolish wolf to come and try to kill him.

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"I'm pretty good at hunting and I've been told I have a good eye for prey. What about you? You seem like a good fighter, like once you got to your prey you'd do pretty well," said Lenka, and for once, she remained quiet. Fury eyed her for a moment, expecting her to continue talking, but she didn't. Perhaps she had realized that she had been chattering away. "Well," Fury started, blinking one large, golden eye, "With my sheer size, I can lift up a full-grown bear, and I can fight off any attackers that come near us. I might not be fast like a falcon like yourself, Lenka, but I can keep up." He finished, and then started to peck at the wolf's body.

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((I turned what could've been a one-liner into a paragraph... xd.png I just read a RP that really disappointed me because almost everything was a one-liner... I felt the sudden need to make my post longer than that.... ))

 

"You're probably a faster flyer than myself. I don't have much muscle on me. I'm good at diving. I'm fast THAT way. So, tell me about yourself," she said, turning her head so that her left, black, pebble-like eye looked at him with slight admiration. He seemed so wise, he must have some tales. Her black claws scuffed the dirt as she scraped her right foot back and forth over the rocky ledge. She wondered if he would even tell her anything. He might be too quiet. Or maybe he didn't trust her. That would be rather unfortunate, considering they were now a team. She stretched her wings, catching the sunlight's warm rays on her wings. She wondered how much longer she would live, how much longer she would breathe the fresh air. She wondered if she would live to see the day the bears were brought down. She wondered if she would live to the day she had a mate, with hatchlings. She wondered if she would live to see the day the birds were crowned the world's super-race. She wondered if any of that would actually happen. The bears MIGHT be brought down, but that was unlikely. She MIGHT have a mate, but that was also unlikely, considering her obnoxious mouth. She MIGHT live to see the birds crowned as a super-race, but that was even more unlikely, after the bears the wolves would probably rise to the challenge.

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Des woke up a few minutes later, feeling refreshed, rejuvenated, and hungry. Her stomach growling let her know about that feeling and she sighed, rolling her eyes as she got up on her feet again. She left her cave, scenting the air for possible prey. She did smell caribou but the scent was like nothing she had ever encountered before. She had heard stories of one such caribou called Kaskea that was stronger than any other caribou. She figured the scent she smelled belonged to it and left it alone. She picked up a scent of a rabbit-like creature and went after that instead.

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Kaskea flared his nostrils, taking in all the smells. He could faintly smell a wolf to his left, probably the wolf he thought was going to try to hunt him. He snorted and started to walk forward in the direction the faint scent led him. He would follow the wolf and hopefully question it about the plans of the wolves or, on the unlikely chance, the plans of the bears. He started to gallop forward, knowing perfectly well that with his long legs he would be much faster than any wolf. He lost the trail half-way, but soon picked it up again. He shook himself off and then finally saw a little rabbit-like creature followed by a wolf.

 

"Wolf! Stop! I'd like to talk to you!" he said in a deep booming voice, his voice seemingly the embodiment of an avalanche.

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The rabbit-like creature that Des had been going after ran into its burrow after hearing the deep booming voice behind its predator. Des turned around with an annoyed expression on her face as she asked Kaskea, "What would you like to talk to me about? Hope it's not too important since this talk cost me my breakfast." She was thinking about going after him instead but she had decided earlier that she wasn't going to go after him. He looked really strong and he wasn't worth her getting hurt or killed over if she went after him.

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