The Plague Is On Its Way (Wolf Roleplay)

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[[Just one question: are the creatures human Zombies or wolf? Just thought they were human, or are they both human and wolf?]]

Akira

The sound of a sudden voice caused Akira to stop in her track, taking a few seconds to observe the scents she turned. As predicted it was the brute who warned her about the creature who was following her. Smiling she turned her body now fully facing the male, her tail swaying lightly as she nodded her head-then clearing her throat. "Yes thank you, I'm fine..." she smiled deciding to take a seat. Although she was alright Akira needed to rid her fur of the splotches of blood and tend to the scratches she had gained.

Lifting her front right paw the tri-coloured she-wolf began tending to a scratch, although it was the deepest one she had received it didn't effect her much. With her head now lowered and her paw in aim she began licking at the blood stained area-her tongue continuously sweeping across the wound-wincing in pain slightly at the sting, but nothing she couldn't handle. Soon, she moved onto a scratch on her shoulder-only licking away the blood. A wound that was on the side of her head was unable to be reached so once she found a clean enough water source she would clean it.

Giving her head a brisk shake her gaze soon drifted back onto the male near by, but she couldn't help but turn her head to the lifeless body of the white wolf on the ground-its fur all matted and dirty, now stained with blood. Her lips curled back slightly but she managed to prevent her anger-soon looking back at the male she was yet to introduce herself to.

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Nik sat down as well.  He was leaning a bit to the right because he was favoring his broken leg which caused him to look kind of silly.  He looked over at the white wolf.  He was awful looking with his grey fur that should have been white and bald patches.  Nik hated seeing the contaminated, not because they looked so bad and they were dangerous, but because he felt bad for them.  They loose all thought of caring for themselves then they die and no one griefs or even cares.  At this thought Nik stood up and walked back to the tree he had slept under.  There was a branch that had fallen last night.  He quickly located it and gripped his teeth on one part of it.  Walking backwards, he pulled the branch back toward the white wolf and dragged it over him.
"I got no time for a proper burial, so this will have to do."  He said, looking down at the mauled animal.

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Akira

Watching as the male sat down with a slight lean she smiled-now putting all her weight on the injured paw that seemed to be rapidly recovering. Letting out a sigh of relief she glanced back at the dead creature, hate filling her heart-but sudden movement in the corner of her eyes caused her head to whip around. There was the brute, dragging over a leaf cooated branch-tilting her head in confusion she watched. Watching as he placed the branch over the carcass, which covered the large creature ever so slightly she raised a bow-untilting her head once again. Akira was baffled why the brute had done so for the infected creature-it had no life left, the infection had taken over after all, but she dared to question why and instead chuffled uncomfortable then lifting to her paws. Large triangular ears swurled around as the male then spoke about a burial.

Giving a brisk shrug to her shoulders Akira cleared her throat "If you don't mind me asking, why have you just covered that creature?" she spoke a confused expression upon her face as she turned to the right and glanced at the almost covered body her tail continued to sway as her gaze turned back onto the unfamiliar brute that was now hidden once again in the trees-but she waited quietly for her question to be answered. 

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Waking up after a few five minutes, Ambre forced herself onto her paws and stretched. The pup silently slinked out of the cave system, not moving another inch. Her heart started racing as she lifted a silver-tinted paw. "I wonder if there's fwood..I hope there is.." Ambre talked to herself, placing her shaky paw down, and very slowly inching forward. "Pwease let there be fwood.." She whimpered quietly. Only getting a few wolftail-inches, she sighed. "Dis is gonna be a wong, wong walk.." After all, the pup didn't know if there was food in the cave system or not, because the cave system got darker and longer as it got deeper, and she was afraid of the dark. Ambre's only wishes were to find another wolf that wasn't a meanie, and some food.

Lifting her muzzle up, a scent of slightly grimy-scenting blood wafted around her nostrils. Ambre silently cheered, and cautiously limped towards the smell, shivering like a wet wolf. Then stopping, a wave of thoughts came across her. 'What if it's a dead meanie? What if a meanie ate the dead meanie?' She pondered, but continued her limping. 'I just hope it's fwood.'

[blueroseknight95]

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(Accepted.  This roleplay is alike from the old one so it would be cool if you added Abyss but you don't have to or anything.   )

"It is not his fault this happened to him.  Humans created this and now we have to suffer for it.  He did not choose to become this.  Killing them puts them out of their misery but we should still respect the dead, no if they were contaminated or not."  Nik said.

[blueroseknight95]

((*inconspicuously smuggles Abyss in with my other forms*))

[rustheart]

( Welcome back Abyss!)

[OreoHeroz]

(( This sounds interesting. May I join? ))

Username:
OreoHeroz

Name:
His name is Riceo.

Gender:
He is of the male.

Age:
He is five years old.

Appearance:
Riceo is an unusually small wolf for his breed, but he is sharp as a whip. His fur color mostly consists of black, but mixed with different shades of gray and dark red. His underfur and parts of his muzzle are cream-colored. He has dark amber eyes.

History:
(See Akira's History)
The only difference is that he was born differently from the rest of his siblings with his colors.

Personality:
Most wolves find it hard to keep steady eye contact with Riceo's cutting, perceptive gaze, making him appear intimidating and withdrawn. He is amiable to those he has grown close to and enjoys playing pranks. Riceo is a keen opportunist. He has an ease with words useful in diplomacy, preferring to resolve conflicts with little violence. However, Riceo is a skilled fighter who gains the confidence of his comrades through his charm and ability to rapidly make decisions concerning trivial situations or issues. He is steadfastly loyal to those he cares about and will defend them with tooth and claw, even at the cost of his life. However, he can be a little defensive of himself at times. He doesn't always like admitting to his mistakes, but he tries to. He is also easily provoked and has a temper at times. Sometimes, he hardens himself and shuts out the world. He is a master at concealing his emotions and slipping emotionless masks over his face, much to the frustration of some. The more time you spend with him, the less you seem to know about him. He does open up to those he really trusts, although he doesn't share too much. Riceo has a hard time admitting his limits. He doesn't like to confess to feeling "weak," even when he is obviously exhausted. This shows a bit of his stubborn side. He occasionally judges people a little too quickly, and he can be a little too wary at times.
 
Other:
He is Akira's brother, if that is fine with Taylor.

[blueroseknight95]