Now these footprints are human, maybe a little large.... but those sheep have had their throats bitten out, you see the jagged edges here of these oval shapes. These large spikes here in the corners of the ovals those are the upper and lower canine teeth, the fangs if you will. The beast as did this is a wolf, my Lady... a bloody great big wolf, mind you, but still a wolf..
Might take me a few weeks, but I'll track her down...
I was just saying the idea of werewolves is completely preposterous. One is either a person or a beast - one cannot be both at once. By your leave, my Lady, I'll get started right away...
The wind whistles through the rotting planks of broken-down buildings, sounding almost like the howling of some terrible beast, waiting out there in the darkness, hunting you with every step you take. You pass a farm, its crops black and withered, a rocking chair gently swaying in the wind. A sign dangling from a dilapidated frame. The sign reads in fading paint: MUDCHILL.
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Perception - 12 and Survival - 20 looking listening, smelling for any danger or signs of people, starting at the farm with the rocking chair, and then moving on the 3 houses and general store to the right....
He puts his disquiet over the general creepiness of the night and the low lying light mist, and double checks his notes... Yes the right spot.....
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This is the thread for lycanthrope apocalypse play.
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
Lycan what? No, the whole idea is, well...
Now these footprints are human, maybe a little large.... but those sheep have had their throats bitten out, you see the jagged edges here of these oval shapes. These large spikes here in the corners of the ovals those are the upper and lower canine teeth, the fangs if you will. The beast as did this is a wolf, my Lady... a bloody great big wolf, mind you, but still a wolf..
Might take me a few weeks, but I'll track her down...
I was just saying the idea of werewolves is completely preposterous. One is either a person or a beast - one cannot be both at once. By your leave, my Lady, I'll get started right away...
<I'm guessing that our first post would be from wherever home happens to be....>
Sorry for not posting for a while.
The wind whistles through the rotting planks of broken-down buildings, sounding almost like the howling of some terrible beast, waiting out there in the darkness, hunting you with every step you take. You pass a farm, its crops black and withered, a rocking chair gently swaying in the wind. A sign dangling from a dilapidated frame. The sign reads in fading paint: MUDCHILL.
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
There is three building on the left, A bank, A farm, and a barbershop. There is four buildings on the right: 3 houses and a General Store.
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
Perception - 12 and Survival - 20 looking listening, smelling for any danger or signs of people, starting at the farm with the rocking chair, and then moving on the 3 houses and general store to the right....
He puts his disquiet over the general creepiness of the night and the low lying light mist, and double checks his notes... Yes the right spot.....