I'm going to play the role of the 'dungeon master'. Technically, my characters, while they will follow a rough storyline, will mostly react to your characters' actions. You become the protagonists of the story... However, remember that, as a dungeon master, you have to remember that I want to have control for the most part. That means... if my character insists we have to go to the left, you're free to go to the right... but something will make sure we have to go to the left. You're free to argue with the character; but if my character insists, please follow its instructions.
Keep in mind, I will not Godmod your characters; no extreme actions will be done to them, such as killing or lethal injury. But you should expect battles and a bit of gore, maybe. ;3
I'm not really looking for specific characters, but please PM me before joining. I have my personal criteria that I'm looking for, so PM me with the character you plan on using, personality included, and animal-only. I'll PM back to say whether you can join in or not! Please don't take it personally if I refuse you. This won't be the last time this sort of RP will happen.
It might sound overwhelming... But you want to join this. Oh yes you do. ]]
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It was heavy, humid. The sun was at its peak, shining down on the Tengel Rainforest. Below the massive trees, it was bearable; the huge leaves filtered the sun and left the ground below under the shades. The few splotches of sun on the ground gave the air of a relaxing place, and it gave one the desire to lay down and take a short nap. There was no wind, save for the occasional breeze. If a human came here, they wouldn't fare very well. The heat would most likely render them useless to any sort of exploration here. Only the Evelon pets, born and raised in the wild life of the Evelonian continents, could stand the harsh temperatures; and still, some were more resistant than others.
Tengel in itself was very dangerous. The law of the jungle thrived here: to eat, or to be eaten. The strong survives, and the weak dies. Pets faint of heart were literally eaten alive in this Rainforest. You needed guts of steel, nerves of steel, claws of steel, teeth of steel; you had to be made of steel from claws to tail-tip. ... Not literally, but one can understand why you needed strength to come here. You had to know what to expect, you had to be ready to face enemies and wild pets. This summer had been particularly unstable, leaving some pets hungry and tormented by the heat. You couldn't tell how a wild pet would react; it could be plump and ready for winter, or it could be hot and blinded with rage from their unsatisfied hunger. It was a gamble.
Still, in the depths of the Rainforest, was a young Florana...
"Oh... Yes! Right this way."
Small, lithe, seemingly harmless: that was the description fitting of a mature Florana. She shuffled through a bush with difficulty, wincing when a twig scratched her wings. It'd work better if I could fold them... she thought to herself as she bore with the pain, using her small paws to make her way through the bush. She eventually emerged into a clearing: a large area without any trees, only the tall, outstanding grass. The Florana covered her eyes from the sun, teeth gritted. Putting her arms down slowly, and letting her eyes get used to the sun, she looked ahead to see the grass ahead, leading to another section of trees and leaves. No temple, no artifacts; only the vast expense of grass.
She sighed irritably, crossing her little arms. "I can't be too far now," she thought out-loud, to herself. She was looking for something: something big. She knew how to get there, she had done her research, she had planned a route to get there. Now... she only needed to get through Tengel. Which was, really, easier said than done.
It was heavy, humid. The sun was at its peak, shining down on the Tengel Rainforest. Below the massive trees, it was bearable; the huge leaves filtered the sun and left the ground below under the shades. The few splotches of sun on the ground gave the air of a relaxing place, and it gave one the desire to lay down and take a short nap. There was no wind, save for the occasional breeze. If a human came here, they wouldn't fare very well. The heat would most likely render them useless to any sort of exploration here. Only the Evelon pets, born and raised in the wild life of the Evelonian continents, could stand the harsh temperatures; and still, some were more resistant than others.
Tengel in itself was very dangerous. The law of the jungle thrived here: to eat, or to be eaten. The strong survives, and the weak dies. Pets faint of heart were literally eaten alive in this Rainforest. You needed guts of steel, nerves of steel, claws of steel, teeth of steel; you had to be made of steel from claws to tail-tip. ... Not literally, but one can understand why you needed strength to come here. You had to know what to expect, you had to be ready to face enemies and wild pets. This summer had been particularly unstable, leaving some pets hungry and tormented by the heat. You couldn't tell how a wild pet would react; it could be plump and ready for winter, or it could be hot and blinded with rage from their unsatisfied hunger. It was a gamble.
Still, in the depths of the Rainforest, was a young Florana...
"Oh... Yes! Right this way."
Small, lithe, seemingly harmless: that was the description fitting of a mature Florana. She shuffled through a bush with difficulty, wincing when a twig scratched her wings. It'd work better if I could fold them... she thought to herself as she bore with the pain, using her small paws to make her way through the bush. She eventually emerged into a clearing: a large area without any trees, only the tall, outstanding grass. The Florana covered her eyes from the sun, teeth gritted. Putting her arms down slowly, and letting her eyes get used to the sun, she looked ahead to see the grass ahead, leading to another section of trees and leaves. No temple, no artifacts; only the vast expense of grass.
She sighed irritably, crossing her little arms. "I can't be too far now," she thought out-loud, to herself. She was looking for something: something big. She knew how to get there, she had done her research, she had planned a route to get there. Now... she only needed to get through Tengel. Which was, really, easier said than done.
Slender legs slipped through thick briers with ease, making the landscape of the Tengel Rainforest seem no worse than an overgrown garden. His body was almost completely camouflaged against the thick foliage of the Barakkan jungle. Even his hood, quite the distinct color against the lush green, seemed to blend in with some of the exotic flora known to thrive only within this particular area of the world. It was a rare sight to see the Evergreen out on his own, but for once he hadn't just lost his companion. A tiny camera barely visible, had been connected to a lanyard wrapped about his neck so it was hanging just about the tag on his chest. Unwilling to traverse the dense rainforest herself, Teivynne has sent him there on a scouting mission to see what sort of vegetation there may be of use to her. The camera was set to take pictures every ten minutes, meaning he had to do no other work than enjoy his visit.
While the stifling heat may have bothered some, the dark Sulkuhna that made its way through the leafy undergrowth wasn’t phased by it. To her it was like home, and the Tengal had always felt that way. Yet she had never fully explored the place. Well for one, it was huge and two, she was a soldier not a tree hugging hippie who could get by on mushrooms or one of those Tarzan-types either. She could cope in those conditions easily but when there was an alternate option, that usually took priority.
