Starr Struck -- Wolf 'Play Me Please'

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Date Posted: 04:43:49 11/17/03 Mon
Author: Syn
Subject: Starr Struck
In reply to: Chim 's message, "Wolves needed. Players must have decent role-playing style.>>>>" on 11:39:05 11/15/03 Sat

Hey I can roel play Star Strukk for ya. I role play Syn at the AM. I think we kinda talked last night.

Here is a samle post that I used with Syn once.

Sample Post:

It was pointless to believe he actually cared what anyone thought of him. He wasn't so caught up in social lives of...well, anyone really, and here he sometimes felt so removed from any of his packmates that trips to the mutual lands surrounding his dear home's territories becoming more numerous, spotting weeks where he would've lazed about in the summer sun at a younger age. But now that he was completely able to go anywhere on his own, having to prove to himself that there was nothing to not be brave about, or, and he supposed this was more true, worry over. He couldn't be scared, didn't want to be, did a damn good job he believed of not. Lying? Oh no. It was true that Syn was actually more than a little ball of fur that tripped over words and branches equally many times. So much of that was who he had been -- tortured, unwanted, but for some reason happy. And now that was gone, and the tawny male was pretty sure he didn't know where life would take him next.

Sauntering away from the bare, open lend of Storm's packlands, fresh from a visit to the river and the edge of the pack's claimed lands, Syn found himself nearly skipping with each step. The eight-month-old was so aware of he gait that he picked up speed a little, nodding his head at shadows he could pretend were lovely females batting their eyelashes as the boxy youth proceeded onward. Mid afternoon and not a soul about, though, which honestly made the russet pup a little happier. Suddenly just a little too self-aware, he slowed and swallowed, looking around as if the bushes held the spirits of every lupine ghost that roamed this land, both the dead and the living. No translucent creature glided away from the dense knot of trees, but clearly realizing that he looked downright idiotic, Syniero let out a raspy snort and strode away as graceful as he could. He wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere, just away.

Deeper in the lands he found himself, someplace he'd avoided for a while for fear that the edges of the expanse of land would stretch out until they engulfed every last bit of the world, right until he would be side-by-side in the hierarchy with his long gone siblings, mother right above him looking down at some teenager that might of sort of kind of just a little resembled herself and her alpha mate, but not bothering to introduce herself. He shook the faded, fuzzy picture of her from his head. Syn couldn't wait to get completely away from a past that refused to give up on him, chewing on the back of his paws and surprising him from every direction. Perhaps it was better that he was going nearer the center of his home. This way even if he couldn�t escape, there was some invisible wall that would protect him for a short time. Like every step on the journey that brought a baby to the ends of a new place to live, each step that took away from tragic memories brought a little hope, if not outright joy that there was a future. Oh shit. Positive little beast, aren't we? Throwing his head up, Syn cleared his mind for a while during his walk.

The lack of canine figures that he recognized was a bit disconcerting, but plenty of birds not yet gone for the winter and fat squirrels and other small mammalian creatures sang, twittered, chirped, hopped, lived, died right around him. Eyes flashed as a chestnut-brown lapine creature sniffed the ground out of the corner of his eye. Nearby two of her kind just a tad smaller searched through the leaves with twitching black noses, looking for some grass or weed to satisfy their lust for sustenance. Syn's own stomach growled, one thing he hadn't worried about much after arriving here. Small belly was easily filled with little food, even if only a mouse was the one animal he might catch with his few hunting skills. Now the trio was within his grasp, and the kill every single one would be a feat though he could be proud of, the youth doubted he would tell anyone of. Syn usually chose not embarrass himself not on purpose. They had yet to spot the predator, and sat idly staring into the forest, sunlit and practically frozen like the crisp autumn air. Easy targets, but delightful to the tongue and stomach, and filling himself was really what was on his mind. As much as Syniero had grown to love to watch things lesser than him bleed and writhe in pain, he was far from sadistic, and kept his hunting beyond the necessity for food to a minimum. Slipping around a well-placed thick tree trunk, the pup found himself being extra careful as to not disturb the many coloured leaves beneath his paws. Just closer. A little closer. Salmon muscle shot out and licked his lips, not forgetting himself, Syn approached the best he could. Hunter's warm eyes met with the back of the largest rabbit's head, the pair of younger beings looking off in some direction that didn't give him away. If the Storm wolf was religious he would've prayed, but now swift paws carried him to the running hare, one quick bite landing in the struggling animal's leg. A bit surprised at himself, and he couldn't figure out why he did it, but he dropped the one he'd caught, still alive, breathing, bleeding heavily from and injury on its flank, and watched it with some pained pleasure.

Then, with a loose shrug, he forced himself to knelt down and break its neck.

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Replies:

interesting... -- chim, 17:54:44 11/18/03 Tue
- Re: interesting... -- Sky, 03:25:12 11/19/03 Wed
- Re: interesting... -- Syn, 03:26:38 11/19/03 Wed
  - yeah... -- chim, 10:11:55 11/22/03 Sat