~Follow the prophecy, we cant just die like this.~ Open, accepting, RP!

[DancingWithDeath]

There was an alusky, her name is Neika. Neika was put in a pound, but the pound was not a real pound. It was an animal slaughtering center. In a month, she would be the next one to be slaughtered. She would have to escape before next month. She had a plan to make all the animals escape, but that night she had a dream about a prophecy. Lupus, the canine god, sent her that dream. Lupus told Neika if she died, the prophecy would fail. He also told her that her plan turned into the prophecy.

You are a dog, or wild dog, or cat, or wild/big cat, or a hyena.

~Rules~
For the love of Lupus, no powerplaying!
No one-liner's.
Yes, some characters will die. Im not forcing your character to die. But yes, you can kill off your character.
After your character dies, you can make another character.
You can have as many characters you can handle, as long as you keep all of them active.
Keep the genders balanced, we cant have 20 females and 10 males, or 20 males and 10 females.
You can swear, but dont aim it excessively. That will result in being kicked from the RP.
Dont kill someone's character without permission.
Hate the character, not the person. In OOC you must be nice, but in IC, you can be rude all you want.
No mates with yourself. (Unless you got permission.)
Dont die to get attention.
If you kill someone's character or mate or give birth, fade to black.
Your character must have a weakness or your a mary/gary sue.
No mary/gary sues.
Dont make a human character, humans are NPC. Well you can RP them.
If you read the rules, put "Prophecy" in your other/extra part.

~Form~
You dont need a form to fill out, you can design your own forms!

My charries for the RP!

Name: "I am Neika"
Gender: "Female"
Species: "I am a dog"
Breed: "Alusky and proud!"
Age: "I am 3"
Father's Breed: "He is a giant alaskan malamute. I get the brown eye and long hair from him."
Mother's Breed: "She is an alaskan husky. I get the blue eye and alaskan husky colors from her."
Siblings: "THEY ARE ALL DEAD!"
Pregnant or not: "No! I dont want pups anyways."
Crush: "Ewwww! No!"
Mate: "Ewwww! No"
Other: "Prophecy"

[seopard]

[DancingWithDeath]

Accepted!

[AbbyJoyce]

Whisper
Whisper's a 2 year old wolf/husky hybrid. Bred in captivity, they named her Whisper after her stealthy appearances, surprising her breeders with her silence as she entered a room. She broke out of the breeding center at the age of 1 and has been sought after for the past year by her former breeders for her sale value. She's become a master at escaping and hiding, but she lacks any fight. Raised how she was, she never learned to fight and resorts to running.

Prophecy

[DancingWithDeath]

Accepted!

[AbbyJoyce]

(Do you wish to start?c:)

[DancingWithDeath]

Yes, but I might not RP for a while.

[seopard]

GRAYSON

As he walked the streets, Grayson could feel the disdainful gazes that he was receiving from the leashed dogs. Hmph. He thought, it's not like I wasn't a leashed dog at one point. The leather collar around his neck was the only reminder of his life with humans, a happy life in most parts. His claws clicked on the cement floor of an automobile garage and he trotted up to one of the workers, a man by the name of Stephen. The human looked down at the wolfhound and gave him a cheeky smile, wiping the oil off his hands, Stephen grabbed a brown bag from off the counter and set it down on the floor. Grayson licked his face and grabbed the bag, which by the smell was filled with pork rinds and scraps of steak, and happily trotted away.

[AbbyJoyce]

(okay.c:)

Whisper's ears swiveled as the pain in her paw began to heat up and pound. The blood trailing from the wound just above her paw and onto her toes had dried up but the wound still lay freshly open. Her ears pinned back just as she reached the end of the dreary alley, her blue optics landing on something that sent a jolt of nerves through her body. a dog. Of course Whisper had met other dogs before, but solitude was her preferred way to live, of course it was hard to be alone in a city. It was her choice to be here, but the last run in with the workers at the lab left her wounded, she couldn't risk being out in the wild with an open wound like this. The dog trotted out of a garage across the street from the alley, a brown paper bag in his mouth. Whisper watched from afar, how could this dog just jog around with so much danger around?

[seopard]

GRAYSON

After he had stepped out of the garage, Grayson immediatly had the feeling he was being watched. His ears pricked and he scanned the area; humans, humans, and he almost missed the husky watching him from one of the alleys. She seemed tense and anxious, but she seemed pretty. He glanced at the road for a second, making sure it was safe to cross before sprinting across. He grinned as adreneline pumped through his veins when he felt the whoosh of a passing 18-wheeler tugging on his fur.
He walked up to the silent husky and set down his bag of food "'Ello!" he smiled at her, but then saw the blood that was pooling around her feet "Um, Miss? Are you alright?"