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Title: Red Ra}V{age | Literate, mapless pack | Now rivaled!
Post by: _-Phantomwolf-_ on October 21, 2014, 07:04:37 pm

It was high noon on a crisp autumn's day. A brisk gale swept across the changing land that once held a vibrant array of colors in the Summer fields, now adorned in warm colors of rust, amber, gold, and auburn. They looked to be set aflame as they danced in tandem to the lilting tune of the Satyr's lute; an eulogy played in a serenade to Mother Nature's ever changing beauty. The death of the trees' bearings were scattered so that their mere demise was turned into something of beauty and content security. You find yourself lost in Mother's painted landscape as you take a trip through. You, a lone and lonely wolf set on your journey prompt for the desire and need to interact with those of your own kind. Those of a voracious spirit. It is a seemingly weightless hope, but something to strive for. You are weak and on the verge of starvation. You are dangerously thin and a wrecked mess. A writhing mass of maggots are feasting inside the cavity of a week old wound, preventing it from ever closing but also healing it and keeping more infection away. A horde of ticks huddle in columns inside one of your ears, making it hard for you to keep your focus and you are constantly pained with flashes of migraines as the blood from your dome is flushes away and gobbled up by the parasites. You push on your path for food and shelter.

Lively critters scampered through the remains in light revelry while the more lucrative residents were hard at work preparing their homes and food supply far in advance for winter's arrival. One such worker, a common fox squirrel, was busily scrounging up bundles of leaves, as much as he could fit between his little arms and scurrying back to his little knothole in the tree some lengths. He'd do this several times over with few breaks in between, unaware of a pair of large discs watching him in veiled observation.

"Hooo, look at the little one go~" The ominous voice finally crooned from its unknown position; somewhere high up in the trees. "So punctual in his natural instincts to prepare himself." The squirrel halted his quick paced animation of gathering and warily glanced around for the source of the voice.

"Who's there?" he squeaked, his little bush flared and twitched with accelerating caution.

"Oh, just an extra pair of eyes," the voice responded. It seemed to cone the entire area surrounding the squirrel, making it difficult to pinpoint its whereabouts. This made the squirrel extremely nervous if the ambiguous voice wasn't enough to do it.

"I-Is that right? Well, I... I do appreciate the extra... help, but I do believe I'm quite capable on my own, thank you." There was a gentle flutter of laughter from the presence that made the fox squirrel quietly clutch at his bundle for a false sense of security. "It's quite rude to converse without showing one's face. Do show yourself."

"Oh-ho? I do apologise then. I shall do as you wish," the melodic voice rang, it's own shortly revealing itself with the simple act of opening its eyes. Two large moons with a black center peered down at the gawking squirrel. They were relatively small, conveying the approximate size of the vessel. A pygmy owl, so skillfully melding within the bark of the tree that the only hint one with a skilled, observant eye would catch, would be the notice of ashen, speckled feathers undulating in the passing wind. "Greeting, I am Agathen." Agathen hobbled further away from his means of concealment along one of its limb's girth, greeting the squirrel with a smile that arched his beak to look bigger.

The squirrel visibly melted with relief at the sight of the dwarf owl, who would stand no higher than he were they at level with each other. He then immediately took offence to Agathen's previous attempts to spook him which proved to be a success. "Now see here, sir, you gave me a right scare there. You shouldn't go about doing that to others. It's just poor manners!" Agathen seemed to be inanimate the entire time the squirrel scolded at him, patiently waiting for the session to be over with a calm, even smile. "And another thing, what did you mean by saying you were acting as an extra pair of eyes? If you ask me, that's just an excuse to snoop on others."

"You are most right," Agathen was able to say. "That does sound like a nice excuse to snoop on others, but there's cause behind my... snooping. You see, you're in danger." He'd say this claim while upholding his endearing smile much to the squirrel's discomfort.

"What do you mean I'm in danger? Why, I feel perfectly safe. I'm within close range of my home and there isn't an impeding smell within measures." A quick whiff of the air and glance about reassured the squirrels confident debate. He then looked up to the pygmy owl with a sense of absurdity. "Unless the danger is you?"

Agathen's laughter flutters, almost effeminate in nature. "Come now, sir, you flatter me. One of my stature has no means nor the interest to quarrel anything that doesn't crawl on its belly." Whether it was nerves or the timely jest that prompt the fox squirrel to laugh in unison with the pygmy owl was unknown to the squirrel himself, but laugh they did, cascading a duet of shrilled laughter to ring out till its passed duration. "Yes, but you are, indeed, in danger."

"Of what?" the squirrel chortled through his recovering, "splitting my sides?"

"No, silly. Of the wolf behind you."

"What?"

A blurring visage was barely into view before it was coursing toward the fox squirrel in a blinding fury of teeth and fur. The quick witted squirrel was nimble enough to race away from the dangers of being chomped on in that sparse of time, trailing up the tree in a russet bolt, though its assailant proved just as nimble and impressively dexterous as it scaled right up the tree, using its claws as cleats to dig in the grooves and crevices of the bark. With a powerful surge, it propelled far enough to snag the fleeing squirrel but its hip, yanking it down from the tree. With another snap of the jaws, the beast secured its grip on its prey with gravid force; it punctures right into the back side of the squirrel. With the prize achieved, the shadowed beast drops from the tree to pound onto the earth where it ceaselessly rattles the hapless squirrel against any near surface till it's nothing but a flesh sack of shattered bones and oozing orifices.

Once the mutilation was done, the panting beast peers over its broad back at something unseen in the tangled foliage. "How was that for stealth, huh? Was straight up like a cat!" Despite the hulking mass of the fanged quadruped, it held a raspy yet epicene voice that commonly matched the profile of a brassy and hardy female. Her physique matched that of a virile male of her species, the wolf. She did not meet the height of one, however. Her sturdy legs only brought her three feet shorter than the average female. The jaws that held the lifeless squirrel was riddled with scars, all ranging in length, depth and age periods. They were prizes from previous brawls and battles, no doubt; a veteran of strife. Her night shaded pelt also wore the epitome of battle, more dominate near her nape and hind quarters. The warmistress was momentarily littered in debris and leaves, the aftermath of an intricate ruse to cover her scent and further win her points for a successful stealth kill.

"Aye, not bad, Kayle, not bad. I gotta say, for a lady of your... grace, you're pretty light on your feet." The battelion called Kayle was accompanied by another wolf, one who visibly deviated from his otherwise brutish counterpart. He wore the image of a dapper male; lengthy legs give him an almost condescending height and his frame swayed close to the term of being lithe, yet it held his masculine musculature, defined through his sheen of blue-ish short-haired coat. His image was close to perfect; not a blemish was in sight. The orderly male made sure to keep a clean profile as he'd tend to his delicate hide with careful coiffuring. That was probably why he'd occasionally let his more errant female companion do most of the dirty work.

"Teh-heh. Ya bet, bunny-boy. Poor thing never stood a chance," Kayla would brag as she'd brush pass the well groomed lad with a self accomplished grin.

"With much thanks to our winged friends, as you forgot to mention. After all, he did distract the squirrel long enough for you to get within range. Had he not, I don't think you would've gotten as close as you did."

The pygmy owl who still was in view or the two wolves below bowed his little round head as he was mentioned. "Always the gratitudinous one, Draven" Draven returned the bow.

Kayla suddenly paused in her steps and meekly turned to glance up at the Agathen. "Er, aye, thanks a lot, Agathen. You're a real pal"

"I know," Agathen jovially chimes, his arced smile widening. "But, to be fair, the squirrel did prove to be a rather talkative one. I believe that's what caused his death. But, in any case, it's always a pleasure doing business with you."

"Will you be coming back with us?" Kayle asked hopefully. By now, the pooling blood puddling her tongue was beginning to entice her with its metallic savory taste and aroma.

"No, no. I think I will catch my own lunch. You better get going, you're due for training and I know your Sire does not tolerate tardiness."

"Oh, shoot! I spent so long trying to hide me smell we barely had time for a proper lunch!" Kayle looked to Draven with apologetic eyes, revealing the subtle girl-ish charm in her. "Sorry, Venny."

Draven merely dismissed the matter with a quick head tilt. "It's ok. You worked hard for..." Draven suddenly lingers in his sentence, his attention now drawn by a smell as he is seen taking several whiffs. "Something foul is near," he finally says, his lips slightly lifted, the bridge of his nose wrinkled in distaste. "We're being watched." He points his nose towards the assumed source, directly where your hiding spot was positioned where you were able to watch the entire scene draw out without detection, until now.

"Here? Now?" There was a distinct hint of despair in Kayle's wavering voice as she notably drew closer to Draven; her honey eyes darted about the autumn grove. In almost an instant, the proud busty brawler was brought down to a fearful flake with her head held low and tail threatening to dip under her. "What in blazes are they doing way out here? This is close to our territory!"

"I don't know," Draven admitted in a low, wary husk, keeping his head and ears erect, attempting to calculate the numbers. "Agathen, what do you see?"

Agathen seemed unfazed by the pending encounter for he saw the truth behind their fears. "Not to worry, chums, there's only one, and by the looks of it, it seems to be alone, and in poor shape."

You feel your heart bang against your chest. You wouldn't be surprised to glance down and see the pulsating mound tear through your skin.

"If you could see that much why didn't ya tell us before it got this close?" Kayle snaps at the pygmy owl, exchanging her worries for misplaced anger.

Agathen didn't show the slightest of disposition from the snap. "As I said, the wretched thing is in poor condition. That's means it's alone and compromised. If I were you, I'd let it alone and send it on its way." With that said, the mini bird immediately took flight, calling out several indirect screeches.

"We ought to bail, too, Venny. If that thing's sicker than they usually are, we shouldn't care to stick around." The shadow pelt pressed against her partner, attempting to usher him from his leering stare into the bushes where you lay in suspenseful watch. He didn't seem to budge.

"We can't have it wandering around, polluting our part of the land either." It was more of a final conclusion than a debate.

"Don't be daft, Draven! Ya know it's dangerous to get any closer to that thing! You'll get sick! Ya'll go mad and start wanting to eat other wolves. And then who will have to haul yer girly rump back to the pack, huh? I'm sorry, you're cute, but not that cute!"

"It's obviously lost. If they wander into our territory there won't be a pack to go home to. We need to guide them where the rest of the unruly are... Near the Uplifts. Land of the RaVagers."


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Title: Ra}V{age Law
Post by: _-Phantomwolf-_ on October 26, 2014, 08:10:25 pm

In Character
Tyrant's word is law. All members must follow the chain of command and submit to their superiors.


Treason is heavily discouraged. Those found committing treasonous acts will be punished, kick and/or have their character killed by the pack.


Punishments are first and foremost dealt by the Brutus with aid from the Bullies. Other high tiers are permitted to punish when the Brutus is unavailable. Severe cases are to be brought to the Tyrant before punishment is dealt.


Commandos are highly discouraged. Any found are subject to punishment by the Brutus and/or a kick from the group.


Stealing from pack members is strictly prohibited.


Heavy use of violence and gore is welcomed. Content breaching 18+ is to be taken to party or whisper.


Foul language is permitted but please use discretion.


All recruits must be active within the pack for three days in r/l and mendered by the Mediator and/or submit an application before being considered for a ravage and rank.


Only sub highs and high tiers may leave the Uplifts (territory) without permission. All other rankings must request permission from the highest rank online.





Out Of Character

All members are required to wear their tags at all times while on their V characters.


Character dresscode must be kept semi realistic. We do not accept sparkle mutts, horns, wings, neon pelts etc.


God modding, gun running, meta gaming, power playing etc is strictly prohibited.


Maturity is required.


When speaking out of character in local and roleplay is going on, please use ), } or ] to keep it separated from the roleplay.


Roleplay is to be kept in local, OOC in group.


Mate begging, parent begging and rank begging is strictly prohibited and can result in a kick.


Stealing from packmates (Art, designs, characters, species etc) will result in a kick.


Spying is only permitted IC if it is part of a set plot. OOC spies will be removed upon discovery.


Keep IC and OOC separated at all times.


Characters in enemy packs is strictly prohibited. You will be forced to choose.


The harrassment of other roleplayers (no matter their level) or other pack members is strictly prohibited and can result in a demotion or kick.


All major plots must be approved by Tyrant and/or the high tiers.


Respect the past but do not linger.




Only high tiers are permitted to accept new members. Roleplay samples are required, no exceptions.


Do not harrass high tiers or your mentors about promotions. If they deem you ready, they will tell you to place an upgrade application to be reviewed by the high tiers. All applications not approved by rank sub highs will be ignored.


Only the Tyrant may promote and/or demote members although it is suggested they consult with their high tier beforehand.





Pups and Mates


All pups must be in the pack and active for a full month in r/l before being considered for a ravage and rank. Blood pups born within the pack have the option if they want a ravage or not.


Only members with a ranking of middle tier and higher are permitted to have blood offspring. The only exception is if a low tier is mated to a middle tier or higher. Omegas and recruits having offspring (adopted or blood) are subject to punishment by the Vindex. Please follow offspring regulations stated below each rank description.


Only ranked members (Low tier and higher) are permitted mates.


Mates within enemy packs is highly discourage and can result in punishment by the Brutus or another high tier.


All members are permitted only ONE character in the pack. Double accounting is strictly prohibited and can result in a kick from the group.




Aging Process



1 month r/l = 6 months in roleplay
2 months r/l = 12 months or 1 year in roleplay

Your character must abide by the pack's aging regulations the second they enter the pack. This goes for everyone.




Activity



As an active group, we expect at least a minimum of being online/posting on your Red RaVage character for at least two days a week if not more.

We are aware that everyone has a life that includes school, work, family, friends etc and other personal affairs that can take time and make some members less active than others. However, please realize that all unannounced absences of two weeks or longer can result in a demotion or your character's rank along with a possible permanent kick from the pack.

If taking a break for three days or longer, please inform us in the absence section of the forum.

Title: Ra}V{age Ranks
Post by: _-Phantomwolf-_ on October 26, 2014, 08:26:12 pm

Title: Ra}V{age Affiliations
Post by: _-Phantomwolf-_ on November 03, 2014, 08:23:22 pm

Allies

'~.:Ignitum Corda:.~'
- Led by Kaala.
- Terms: Aid in times of war, provide shelter, healing, and training.


Red Reverence
-Led by Thanatos and Abelina
-Terms: Provide sanctuary, training, healing, and aid in times of war.


Rivals

} Carnage Empire {
-Led by Vulture
Terms: Mutual Rivalry; approach with caution.

Title: Re: Red Ra}V{age | Literate, mapless pack | Now rivaled!
Post by: catcarryer on January 24, 2015, 01:39:04 pm

Here it goes!

Character Name: Daichi

Username: catcarryer

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Daichi's eyes looked around wildly, wagging his tail as the plains grew darker. The darkness contrasting towards his light colored pelt. The brutes steps were halted by the scent of unfamiliar wolves, pinning his auds towards his head he stayed low amogst the grass. Daichi already had enough for one day, his brusies were already too much for common herbs to handle. He heard the sound of pawsteps getting closer. The male tried to blend in to the grass he was in, but it was no use, the wolf could already be seen in the horizon. Now he knew it was his final straw.