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In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement / .:Etched||H||owl:. **[{Accepting!}]**
« on: December 16, 2012, 04:38:31 am »
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Welcome to Etched Howl. Where the writers of the past come forth to scratch their claws against blood-furs.
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.:. The beginning .:.
Welcome to Etched Howl. Where the writers of the past come forth to scratch their claws against blood-furs.
Website: Click here to be directed to our website.
.:. The beginning .:.
A lone wolf drags its claws against the smooth gray stone. You can tell that this wolf is near death. It smells of sickness & its fur is ruffled in places beyond repair. It's tail is crooked & its ears have been sliced off. Though it's claws remain sharp & curved. This gives you the chills. You approach this old looking wolf, unaware of the fresh scents around you. You blink slightly, appearing behind the grey wolf. It looks over it's shoulder at you with bulging, sightless eyes. "Greetings... Youngster." It rasps. You can hardly tell, but this wolf is a male. He turns his head & continues to draw his claws along the rock. Some lines are shorter then others. Others are longer. You gulp. Even though this wolf is old, something about him unease's you. You step the side, breathing in the cold crisp air.
The gray wolf doesn't stop what he is doing. You've been sitting there for a good hour now. Growing more curious within the minutes. "Um... What are you doing exactly?" The words seem to stumble out of your maw. Only then does the gray wolf look at you. His sightless eyes fixed on yours as if he could see. "I am recording our numbers." Our? This makes you slightly confused. Then, out of the corner of your eye you see movement. Of course! Only now do you realize the other scents starting to come in. You open your maw to draw in the scents. It smells like... Water & mountains. Rain & dry earth. You tilt your head. "Who's 'our'?" Stupid question. You growl to yourself for asking that.
"By 'our' he means my Pack." A low growl echo's from the tree's of the clearing. You gulp at step in the center. Now you can see more then 10.. no 20 eyes staring back at you. One it particular stands out the most. Dog? No. Couldn't be. The wolf with the odd eyes steps out of the shadows. He was larger then you, with eyes made of ice. Floppy ears. His body seemed muscular.
Your breath seems to be caught in your throat. You can hardly believe your eyes as more wolves step out into the clearing. Snickering & pointing towards you. "Silence!" The large wolf snarled to the others. Everything went dead silent. He stepped towards you. Circling you. Examining you. "What are you doing here, mutt?" He growled, his eyes penetrating your soul.
"I... uh... I was.. Wandering around.." You stagger out. You melt under his gaze. But something about it makes you feel welcome. He stops infront of you. Then with the flick of the tail, another wolf steps out into the clearing. This wolfs' head was held high. All the other wolves seemed to drop their gaze as this wolf approached. Exept for the large bear-like wolf. The new wolf sniffed you, sneezing afterwords. "Healthy." It mumered with slightly disgust.
The floppy eared wolf nodded his head. "A'ight then. How'd you like to join Etched Howl?" The wolfs voice seemed more gentle now. As if he where a long lost friend. You think about this for a moment. Intrigued by his presence. The Pack seemed strong & well-fit. Maybe you should join... What would they do if you said no?