{Hunted} | Coyote RP | Open

[Jackkdaw]

Where do you run
                                        When you are

                                                                                                                                        Hunted...

The marshy swamplands of Western Florida hide a living secret. A creature once thought of as a symbol of the Western United States has recently expanded its range- and has now claimed the oddly comfortable wetlands of Florida as its home. The coyote. In the species' newfound home, it thrives, amazingly. The swamps not only provide a steady source of food- be it the fish, insects, birds- or even the many cattle ranches which during certain times of the year provide large meals of newborn calves. The coyote quickly adapted, and these few nomads now call Florida their home. However, there are many humans who are not happy- with the predations of not only small livestock, but household pets skyrocketing since the arrival of these canids. In fact, there are virtually no humans siding with the swamp's new inhabitants- and they want them gone- be it extermination, or relocation.

Plot

You are a coyote living in the Floridian swamps, whether you are one of the original arrivals, or one raised from the newer generation here, it's your choice. Every day gives you a new plate of choices. Making the wrong one will cost you your life. The swamp itself, while it is naturally warm and cozy, provides its obvious dangers. The deep mud can easily get a light creature such as yourself stuck, and result in starvation or predation. As well as the alligators who naturally call this place home, and wouldn't think twice before snagging an easy coyote meal. Not even a mile outside the swamp lies a small suburban community of houses, and beside that is a large cattle ranch and pasture, along with a decently busy road. Humans are the enemy. Though some of the newer generation may have yet to learn that.
Your goal? Survive. Find a mate, start a pack, do.. coyote things and raise some cain in them human establishments. >;3

Your Home:

The swamp has its many charms. Lots and lots of "fresh" water is one of them, along with its steamy, warm climate. There's a lot to explore and do around here, be it climbing across fallen logs, rock hopping, or even playing chicken with an alligator. While there is a lot of water, most of it is rather shallow, but there is a good amount of dry land, so no worries. The food found here ranges from fish, already dead carcasses, insects, birds, and maybe your occasional alligator hatchling if you're brave enough.

The Suburbs:

This decent sized suburban neighborhood lies just outside of your swampland home. It, along with the next door cattle ranch, is the only human subdivision around and is brand new. It provides tons of opportunities for food and mischief. Trash cans here are the easiest way to find food, as the humans often have delicious leftovers. If trash is hard to come by, wandering house pets or even leashed ones can sometimes be a good, but desperate option. However, it has its dangers. Be wary of the main road, people tend to not have good attention on the road, and casualties are frequent. Not only that, but if you are caught wandering the streets boldly, the humans will often take either fearful or violent action.

The Ranch:

The cattle ranch brings many thrills for a young coyote. Most times of the year it's only good for trash pickings, or mischief makings. Until Spring rolls around. This is when the calves begin to be born- and is a coyote's favorite time of the year. The young calves are normally small and easy to distract and take down with team work. Because of this, the farmers are on a stricter watch- as are their dogs. Beware of the rancher and his dogs. If you are seen on the property, or even near it- you will be shot or shot at. No in between, because a good rancher doesn't take risks.

Management Programs:

Due to the rapidly growing population of your kind, as well as the threats you pose to the ranch and suburbs, the humans often put together "management programs." This is simply a pretty name for open season. Certain times of the year- for some people (called poachers), all year- the local government allows an open coyote hunting season. This is when most of your kind is killed off. This time of year is dark for you, and you must be constantly alert. Leg traps and snares are to be avoided, as they will lead to a broken limb and, if you don't escape them- death. Humans, at all times, are to be avoided for safety purposes- though this rule won't stop some youngsters from investigating. Coyotes are hated in this area. Because of this, you are always persecuted.

Can you survive?

Rules:

1.] Be literate- no one liners.
2.] Be realistic- know your animal's natural traits, behaviors, and physical limitations.
3.] You may have as many characters as you can handle
4.] If you really want, you may have a NPC mate/pups, played by yourself, or have someone else apply to do it. Up to you.
5.] Haaave fun. o3o

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"At the End of the Day There's Another Day Dawning."

Name: Manasa

Age: 3 Years

Gender: Male

Personality: Manasa is a bit of an adrenaline junky. He lives for the thrills, and enjoys taking risks. He lives up to his breed's reputation at being troublesome- as he is often causing mischief in town or at the ranch. He loves to screw things up, and tends to cross the line of daring to entertain himself in ways such as chasing the cattle, strolling through the suburbs, and getting into anything possible. Yeah he's gotten kicked or shot at a couple times, but just loves causing trouble far too much to stop. While he does make dumb decisions human-wise, he is actually incredibly street smart and knows how to look out for hunters and dodge leg traps. Manasa has quite the bit of a temper. Though he's usually very relaxed and careless, it doesn't take much flak from others to tick him off. He hates being told what to do, and does what he wants. He tends to be a little self centered, and only looks out for 'number one.' He can come off as snappy or sarcastic, but once he warms up to others he is very friendly and humorous.

History(optional): Manasa is a coyote of the newer generation- meaning he was born and raised in the Florida swamp. Growing up here, he was taught and learned all the ways to live in such an environment, and knows very well where to find food and what to avoid. During open season, Manasa's mother was killed, and on their retreat so was his father and other sibling. Manasa managed to escape the season by hiding out inside the tall root shelter of a cyprus tree.

Accompanied by(family/friends): None.

Extra:

[Jackkdaw]

Current Events:

Season: Mid winter
Temperature: Around 50 Degrees Fahrenheit during the day- 40 at night.
Open Season?: No.
Ranch Activity: The cattle herd is in the Western pasture- cows are currently pregnant.
Poacher Threat Level: Medium
Alligator Population: Low- most travel south for warmer weather during the winter, or are extremely inactive.

[Jackkdaw]

Characters:

Manasa | Male | 3 Years | Played by JimMoriarty |

Vi'deam | Male | 4 Years | Played by Chelsea |

Sven | Male | 6 Years | Played by Oakfrost |

Torshe | Female | 4 Years | Played by OreoHeroz |

center]Rein | Male | 5 Years | Played by OreoHeroz. |

Riana | Female | 3 1/2 Years | Played by Taylor

[Proquail]

[Oakfrost]

"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light"

Name:  Sven

Age:  6 Years

Gender:  Male

Personality:  Generally social, Sven isn't shy and may just stop by for a small chat. In a past experience of solitude, it began to grow on him and began to make him yearn for company. Though, he is wary when it comes to those who seek personal space and will not bother them unless its a life threatening situation. He keeps an open mind but is still ever-so cautious in sticky situations. He can become hostile to those who suggest unnecessary violence and disturb the innocent. Likewise, Sven will always rush in to help those in need of help or be the first to volunteer. His many years of living in the swamp provided him with good strategies and tactics when dealing with the dangers of the swamp.

History:  Sven is the younger bunch of the original coyotes who arrived at the swamps some time ago, driven by hunger and the threats of humans. His own mother had 'disappeared' in the wake of terror when the humans began running them out of the land they once populated. He was taken under the care of another female coyote with pups nearing his age and raised him like her own. Sven was barley out of puphood before his tiny soft paws that were once used to dry grass and thick leaves had been dampened by the moist banks and sloshy muds of the swamp. At first it had been difficult to adjust to the somewhat foreign terrain, but in time he and those who looked after him adapted. The change in prey had been most challenging of all as well as the fear of the scaled creatures of the muck.

As time passed and Sven reached his maturity, he strayed away from his adopted family and began to live on his own. In solitude he built upon survival strategies that came about and grew into an independent phase. He became selfish and territorial to others of his kind to neared him, sending them off with spitting threats. It wasn't until he met one particular female that his heart melted away the ice barriers that had enclosed it. Her name was Ara, and had swept the young Sven off his feet from the moment he met. Like Sven, she had grown up in the swamp, but had been on her own since the very beginning and was keen on teaching him a few things. Ara taught him how to see a whole new side of life. He had been heartbroken the moment she was struck down by poachers.

Now, though it was several years ago, he continues on mourning her death in silence. Mostly desperate from a loss of companionship, he developed a friendly side and enjoys social nature. Sven is always wiling to lend a helping paw or even let those who are unfamiliar to the lands come to him seeking helpful advice.

Accompanied by:  He is currently wandering on his own, but this is open for anyone who wishes to accompany him.

Extra:  Lives inside a small sheltered space under the crevice of two rocks.

[OreoHeroz]

[sparticles]

"You're feeling nervous, having your doubts. Don't be embarrassed if you don't fit in the crowd. Keep standing tall and hold your ground. Show them its not ok to let them kick you down.."

Name: Riana

Age: 3 1/2 years

Gender: Female

Personality: Riana likes up to the typical Coyote breed in looks but also her personality. Like most Coyotes her favorite thing to do is cause trouble and tourment others-especially humans and ranchers. Ria often wonders around throughout the day causing mischief or basking in the warmth of the sun, she will rarely venture from the forest until night-and when she does she causes havok, knocking over trash cans, breaking into houses, shops and even tourmenting local petsn also teases the alligators. Riana is a very social animal who will get along with anyone unless she feels a negative vibe between the two, she also loves to prnace around weather it be climbing, taking a quick dip or hopping across rocks and logs. Riana is very adventurous Ria is very playful but does have a temper when provoked, although she is pretty tolerant.  Riana is great at giving advise and has a soft spot for kits and the older generation-when getting to know her you'll see she's a bundle of fluff but a force not to reckon with with her sharp tongue and ferocious behaviour.

History: Well, Riana doesn't really have much to tell about her past as nothing eventful really happened. Ria has always been part of Florida and was obviously born here as a pup, since spending a few years here Riana has figured out the rights and wrong of living in the busy suburbs along with her fellow species. Growing up she had always been mischevious causing havok in the streets receiving many abusive hits and being shot at but this didn't stop her. Ever since this has made her wonder into the streets as she likes the buzz that fills her body but also has more opportunities for her to get into trouble.

Riana has wondered into the ranch a few times and rarely escaped. She was shot at which skimmed her neck, then a dog was sent after her. Riana had a lucky escape and ever since was been wary wondering into farm lands. Now Riana is a healthy young Coyote living around the swamps.

Accompanied by: No one she travels alone.

Extra: Nothing extra

[Jackkdaw]

[[Beautiful apps, all are accepted. Y'all may feel free to begin posting!

[Proquail]

~ 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.

[Oakfrost]

[[ @JimMoriarty: Thanks for accepting!
@OreoHeroz: I don't mind having Torshe accompanying Sven, he'd be glad about the company c:

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