Post by Lyta on May 11, 2011 4:15:37 GMT 8
I am claiming this land!
The land will be ruled over by the new Alpha, who will be Aoika.
The land, henceforth, will be called the Ae'chi Slopes.
The description will be, "The Ae'chi Slopes are a dangerous place to live; a jagged tangle of soaring cliffs, lonely mountain pathways, and small rocky plateaus- but if you know how to find it, there is not only safety here, you can find stunning beauty and amazing views among the crags and peaks. The Slopes are dotted with tunnels, caves, and cracks; there are even one or two large crevasses. In the west, a river rushes down a series of cliffs, pouring down each drop as a waterfall- each taller and more dangerous than the first. Near the top, a larger plateau forms a smallish grassy plain, called by the Slopes' inhabitants the Top of the World; for even from that place itself they can see nothing higher."
And here's the RP sample/claiming-RP:
Aoika's paws were weary as they carried her over the crest, begging her to lay them down and rest. She would not give into their demands, though. She had a mission; albeit a self-declared and slightly pointless mission, but it was one she wanted to complete- badly.
She had heard wolves call her destination the Top of the World; she doubted these stories, for surely there would always be another peak, another mountain, new heights to surge to and seek. But for now, it would do. She sought it for a multitude of reasons, but the simplest and easiest of all was because it was there.
Pulling in a deep breath of cold, sharp mountain air, she continued on, pushing herself to the limits of endurance. She had already walked far today. But she wasn't going to give up now- she was determined she would watch the sunset from the Top of the World.
And then finally, with the light dying on the edge of the land, she dragged her paws over a ridge and there it was. A small, vaguely circular area of grass; flat and plain, a tiny remnant of the lush world below, where grass was always there. Taken for granted. Not so here, in the land of rocks; deep orange, grey- and in winter, white- but never green.
And suddenly she turned, and marvelled for a second at the beauty of the scene she had come to. The sun gave its dying breath and dipped below the horizon, scattering rays of purple and red and orange and yellow across the sky like trailing ribbons. She almost cried with the sheer intoxicating beauty of the rugged, harsh rocks around her.
And on instinct, she lifted her head and gave a long, deep howl, claiming the land for the new pack which she had been dreaming of for so long. This was the place. This was where they would make their home, and she would begin to build a legend.
The land will be ruled over by the new Alpha, who will be Aoika.
The land, henceforth, will be called the Ae'chi Slopes.
The description will be, "The Ae'chi Slopes are a dangerous place to live; a jagged tangle of soaring cliffs, lonely mountain pathways, and small rocky plateaus- but if you know how to find it, there is not only safety here, you can find stunning beauty and amazing views among the crags and peaks. The Slopes are dotted with tunnels, caves, and cracks; there are even one or two large crevasses. In the west, a river rushes down a series of cliffs, pouring down each drop as a waterfall- each taller and more dangerous than the first. Near the top, a larger plateau forms a smallish grassy plain, called by the Slopes' inhabitants the Top of the World; for even from that place itself they can see nothing higher."
And here's the RP sample/claiming-RP:
Aoika's paws were weary as they carried her over the crest, begging her to lay them down and rest. She would not give into their demands, though. She had a mission; albeit a self-declared and slightly pointless mission, but it was one she wanted to complete- badly.
She had heard wolves call her destination the Top of the World; she doubted these stories, for surely there would always be another peak, another mountain, new heights to surge to and seek. But for now, it would do. She sought it for a multitude of reasons, but the simplest and easiest of all was because it was there.
Pulling in a deep breath of cold, sharp mountain air, she continued on, pushing herself to the limits of endurance. She had already walked far today. But she wasn't going to give up now- she was determined she would watch the sunset from the Top of the World.
And then finally, with the light dying on the edge of the land, she dragged her paws over a ridge and there it was. A small, vaguely circular area of grass; flat and plain, a tiny remnant of the lush world below, where grass was always there. Taken for granted. Not so here, in the land of rocks; deep orange, grey- and in winter, white- but never green.
And suddenly she turned, and marvelled for a second at the beauty of the scene she had come to. The sun gave its dying breath and dipped below the horizon, scattering rays of purple and red and orange and yellow across the sky like trailing ribbons. She almost cried with the sheer intoxicating beauty of the rugged, harsh rocks around her.
And on instinct, she lifted her head and gave a long, deep howl, claiming the land for the new pack which she had been dreaming of for so long. This was the place. This was where they would make their home, and she would begin to build a legend.