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A cold blow of the icy wind crawled down the buck's back. He raised his crown to the distance before him, the bright purple flowers that invaded the meadow sprouted beneath his hooves. He cleared his vocal cords, and tossed his maw to the wind. Letting out a high pitched bellow. He topped it off with a sneeze, and lifted his carriers onwards. He stepped out from beneath the shadowed protection of the trees, and lowered his head to the warm sun-kissed foliage. He nipped off the blades of grass, making sure to keep ears and eyes wide open. His anxiety never let him get caught off guard, it was more of an advantage than dis-advantage.

He flicked his abnormally poofy tail, and allowed his back right hoof  to reach up and relieve the itch on his underbelly, lowering his head to graze, but still making a point to look up every once in a while. The warm grass didn't take long to dry out his tongue. He was thirsty, and the closest pond was the one filled with the most life, and not the kind he really liked either. He shook off the thought, and he forced himself towards the lively creek.


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A cold blow of the icy wind crawled down the buck's back. He raised his crown to the distance before him, the bright purple flowers that invaded the meadow sprouted beneath his hooves. He cleared his vocal cords, and tossed his maw to the wind. Letting out a high pitched bellow. He topped it off with a sneeze, and lifted his carriers onwards. He stepped out from beneath the shadowed protection of the trees, and lowered his head to the warm sun-kissed foliage. He nipped off the blades of grass, making sure to keep ears and eyes wide open. His anxiety never let him get caught off guard, it was more of an advantage than dis-advantage.

He flicked his abnormally poofy tail, and allowed his back right hoof  to reach up and relieve the itch on his underbelly, lowering his head to graze, but still making a point to look up every once in a while. The warm grass didn't take long to dry out his tongue. He was thirsty, and the closest pond was the one filled with the most life, and not the kind he really liked either. He shook off the thought, and he forced himself towards the lively creek.


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- Awesome! and yeah, he wouldn't mind the company :) -

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Name || Boe
Gender || Male
Species || Deer
Age || Three

Boe is a very humble being, he allows almost anyone to accompany him. He is often so sympathetic that people try to manipulate him in some way. He is gullible, but he also has a form of anxiety around big crowds. It is weird that out of all things, he hates big crowds, it goes way against his herd mentality. But, he travels alone and he prefers the small company along the way. He virtually has no enemies, and carries a good model image. he has only even been in one rutting fight, and it was simply because the other buck had anger issues. Otherwise, he is quite loveable.

Boe was born and raised in the grazing meadows, and he likes to stick there during most day and night. He has also managed to venture far enough to find the second creek in the land, with less animals to bother him. His fawnhood was nothing short of any normal fawnhood, other than his father passing away due to hunting. His mother nurtured him quite well, and she passed on because of illness and arthritis. He likes to think they both watch over him every day, he is religious that way.


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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: {Hunted} | Coyote RP | Open
« on: April 07, 2014, 07:15:10 am »
~ Vi'deam ~



The sandy colored male flicked his radars in annoyance of the swarming mosquitoes. It was one thing he really regretted about living deep in the swamps. He let out a sneeze, and opened his orbs to the sun. He lifted his maw to the air, and rose his haunches. The strong smell of many coyotes slightly intimidated him. It was often, but he rarely ever encountered too many at once. The brute looked to his right, focusing his one good eye on his favorite trail. It was a short lived walk, and it lead right to the outskirts of town. Vi'deam took a deep breathe, and convinced his feet to move into the water. A few paces to the right, and he was on dry-ish land. It was very muddy, and there is usually never a time when Vi'deam's coat is clean. He didn't mind, nobody around to impress anyhow.

The sound of sloshing mud echoed in his own ear drums. The mud jumped up and clung to every blade of fur, from toe to belly. He always knew he had to move fast, or he was sure to start sinking. He threw his crown to the air and let out a yip. His pace moving faster and faster. It wasn't long until he had reached the destination, and he could see the lights of town beaming  bright.

He slowed his pace and quietly trotted towards the back of his favorite building, the famous McDonald. It was right on the edge of town, easy for a hungry coyote to steal from the dumpster out back. Vi'deam camouflaged himself in the shadows of tree patches. His legs felt hot, and the mud had already began to dry and pull at his sensitive skin. He let it annoy him, for now, there was no time to stop and clean it off now. The threat of humans has always been something he feared the most, but he was still starving, and it was all he could think of. He wasn't always the best hunter, due to the bad left eye.

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The male allowed his eyes to adjust to the dry dirt below him. His ears faintly caught the sound of the female who stood before him. He felt a nudge, but his head was confused. He jumped to the sudden found of screaching, and tin hitting the pavement. It snapped his body up off the gorund in an instant, and he threw himself slightly backwards. He nearly formed a panic attack, before he heard the faint sounds of two males, speaking sarcastically to one another. Then he faced his crown toward the more slender looking female. " Ehem.. " Odann cleared his throat. " Pleasure to meet so many of my kind all at once, you may call me Odann." He sunk his back haunches to the ground and gave a slight wag of his tail, which had a rather large chunk of fur missing. Otherwise, there was no scars of the calamity. He couldn't help but feel quite embaressed for what he had just done. He wasn't thinking properly, but it is a lesson learned, for sure.

His body relaxed much more, and he could feel the pain as adrenaline wore off. His head hurt, and his stomach wasn't feeling quite well either. Excersising after eating nearly half a bag of old dog food, not a good thing. He let out a sneeze, and turned his attention to the wasteland ahead of him. " It is almost morning, the walkers are probably crawling back to the shadows of the old buildings again." He felt a feeling of relief, he hadn't faced so many walkers in one night.

Addressed | Reina , Aria, Bruce&Lijah
Mentioned | Reina, Aria, Bruce&Lijah

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The male flicked his ears, and slightly flinched when the femme whipped around. He could hear the obvious struggle of anxiety in her voice. He knew right then she wasn't quite used to the whole zombie thing. He set his golden opticals on the female's gray-cream pelt. Her features told him she was younger, even younger than himself. He listened carefully to the female's vocals, and took a step back. " Two leggeds, there is no time for an introduction, we.." His speach was cut off by the faint sound of scraping on the pavement. He held his crown towards the sky and invited all scents in. There were more kanines around, but it was also masked with the smell of walkers. He could only take a split second to engage a firm plan inside his brain. Save the other dog, and risk himself, or just save himself? He was almost disgusted with himself to the fact that he even thought of leaving his own kind behind.

Odann sprung his haunches forwards, and nudged the female towards a large tipped over dumpster, which had the stench of dead body all over it. His vocals ripped a thick accent, and frustration filled his emotions. He nearly screamed out the words " Hide in there, Now!" He ran towards the dumpster, and shoved his muzzle in the flap, lifting it up and sliding in with ease. The smell of dead bodies clung to the male's fur tightly. He hadn't realized that this was a dark area, and that was a walker's favorite kind of hiding spot.

He shot forwards and out of the metal dumpster, and out shot a walker, right after his tail. The male let out a yelp as the flesh eater ripped a chunk of fur right off his thick tail. " Son of a bitch! Help me!" He couldn't hold back the cussing. He still found his feet scraping the gravel harshly as he picked up his speed. Not looking back to see if the horrid thing was still chasing him. A small obsticle of logs crossed his path, but he lept forwards with all his might. He hit the air high, and far, and before he could look down, he hit something. [ Reina ]

A yelp of pain shot through his throat, and he hit the ground, gravel lashing out at his pelt and leaving fiery little cuts on all his left side. His eyes sat closed for a moment, before he realized what he had done.

Addressed | Aria, Reina
Mentioned | Aria, Reina, Bruce&Lijah

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[[ go ahead and join in everyone! ]]




The male's fur stood broadly on his shoulders, and his heart raced. No matter how long you live in a place like this, you never get used to zombies. He shook off the chills down his spine and made eye contact with the beam of light cascading out a nearby broken window. He took his chance, and sprung his carriers into action, leaping through the window. He hit the ground on all fours, and looked to his left, nothing, and then to the right, and there was something[Aria]. He backed up into the shadow cascading over the dry dirt, and hid his large bodice. His adrenaline was still pumping so hard that he couldn't think to use his nose. Odann shot out a sneeze full of dust that managed to crawl up his nose from leaping out the window. It gave his spot away, but he quickly scurried forwards, after the blurred figure. He let out a growl and picked up his speed, but his eyes caught his feet into a twist. His ears shot up, and he examined the figure, it was another one of him. He had seen other dogs around, but never one that looked so oddly elegant.

Odann lifted up his feet once more, and slowly trotted towards the stranger. His feet stopped instantly as he neared the female, five feet of oxygen is all that separated the two. He let out a sigh, before realizing the ordeal he had just been in. " No time for an introduction my lady," His deep accent caressed his words. " There are more out there, if you know what I mean." He cocked his head, he was quite frankly in a hurry, and if she didn't want to leave, that was her choice.

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{{ everyone is accepted, begin posting :) }}

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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: {Hunted} | Coyote RP | Open
« on: April 03, 2014, 10:40:09 pm »
~ Vi'deam ~



Vi'deam awoke to the all familiar sound of croaking, toads were just another source of protein for him. Just the thought of protein made his stomach groan. He raised his crown towards the clouds, and opened his opticals. It was clear that he couldn't see from the left side, there sat no pupil. He was born with such a flaw, and though he hated it, he always remembered mother telling him it was a special gift from god. Well, then mother died, and then god vanished too, as Vi'deam would say. He had never really took time to pray, nor look for god in any way. He simply remembers mother's super christian ways, and how she always spoke to god before sleep, or even before she went out scavenging. He never got it though, because each time, she came back empty handed.

Vi'deam shook off the thought, and his gray paws lifted him up, revealing his ears and eyes to the UV rays of sunlight. He squinted, and flicked his left radar. The scent of toad built stronger in his nostrils. He shook his rough sandy-mixed fur and threw himself onto the small patch of land that supported his favorite boulder. The water was quite shallow for the next mile or so, but only grows deeper as you go further. Any path he knows is practically full of mud traps, but he prefers it due to less poaching, not a single man wants to hike out in the swamps to catch a single coyote. The male pointed his one good optical forwards, and the sound of croaking rung his ear drums once more. The frog was close, and it was big too. He managed to grasp a visual of the green amphibian, and lept forward. He relied only on his good paw-eye coordination when it came to hunting, and he had skills. The sound of croaking turned into cracked silence, and the coyote stood, toad in his maw. It wasn't his favorite meal on the menu, but he was willing to eat anything at this moment, after not eating at all yesterday.

Only minutes later the frog's only sign of existence lay inside Vi'deam's stomach. He licked his chops and sat against the gray boulder, his legs dripped with brown water. The sun only beamed enough to hit the top of the boulder, and did him no good while on the ground. He learned to get used to wet paws, it was something that he had to adapt to right away. The male closed both eyes, and leaned all weight against the rock, conjuring up his next move, and which trail to take today.

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