Re: .::✖ Savage Skins ✖::. Dragon RP [Adv/Lit] OPEN+ACCEPTING
by Eian » 10/25/2010 4:26 PM
.:: Story ::.
Modern day, but in a forest untouched by humans, a forest that has yet to know the bitter sting of man-made metal being forced through their flesh.
It's springtime, the forest overflowing with life and sustenance, everything there taking advantage of the peak in availability before the Big Wet came tumbling down from the sky. This isn't a evergreen forest; but in fact, a tropical one, full of lush, wide-leafed plants and twisted gum trees intertwined together with vines, colorful birds dipping through the canopy and the floor alive with all the exotic wonders Mother Nature has to offer.
Living immersed in this hazy rainforest ecosystem is a particular species, critical to the environment, but often gone unnoticed. They are nearly impossible to find, and leave no traces of themselves behind once they die, so it's rumored that they don't even exist.
But they're there.
And they're dragons.
Savage Skins.
A species with enough brain to form a tribe, if you will, an organized society, where primitive instincts are shaped into authority, and meaningless happenings into organized beliefs and occurrences. A pack, much like that of a wolf's or a lion's pride. Nothing like having books and cars and money, but a much simpler society, a much more wild one, centering around their own survival and the survival of the forest.
Modern day, but in a forest untouched by humans, a forest that has yet to know the bitter sting of man-made metal being forced through their flesh.
It's springtime, the forest overflowing with life and sustenance, everything there taking advantage of the peak in availability before the Big Wet came tumbling down from the sky. This isn't a evergreen forest; but in fact, a tropical one, full of lush, wide-leafed plants and twisted gum trees intertwined together with vines, colorful birds dipping through the canopy and the floor alive with all the exotic wonders Mother Nature has to offer.
Living immersed in this hazy rainforest ecosystem is a particular species, critical to the environment, but often gone unnoticed. They are nearly impossible to find, and leave no traces of themselves behind once they die, so it's rumored that they don't even exist.
But they're there.
And they're dragons.
Savage Skins.
A species with enough brain to form a tribe, if you will, an organized society, where primitive instincts are shaped into authority, and meaningless happenings into organized beliefs and occurrences. A pack, much like that of a wolf's or a lion's pride. Nothing like having books and cars and money, but a much simpler society, a much more wild one, centering around their own survival and the survival of the forest.
Re: .::✖ Savage Skins ✖::. Dragon RP [Adv/Lit] OPEN+ACCEPTING
by Eian » 10/25/2010 4:26 PM
.:: Rules ::.
1, Read the title. Read it again. One more time, please? What does it say, at the very end?
ADV/LIT.
If you're not, don't bother joining. Bc noebudy wantz 2 tlk 2 u when u tlk like this kthnks lol yeh.
Just....no.
2, This is a dragon roleplay, with certain requirements to be filled. (They'll be in your skeleton, dun worry.) If you can't meet those requirements, then I'm sorry, but you can't join.
3, You've gotta send me over your skeleton via PM, and the title to said PM has to be -savage- or I won't even bother opening it.
4, No crazy I-can-kill-you-all dragons, or I-have-all-the-powers-in-the-universe kinda crap. Nobody likes dealing with those characters. NOBODY. >:[
5, Be nice, have fun, abide by the rules, and try to remember we are here to write beautifully and imaginatively, creating a story with others that grows into something amazing with each new post. SO, don't go spamming it up.
1, Read the title. Read it again. One more time, please? What does it say, at the very end?
ADV/LIT.
If you're not, don't bother joining. Bc noebudy wantz 2 tlk 2 u when u tlk like this kthnks lol yeh.
Just....no.
2, This is a dragon roleplay, with certain requirements to be filled. (They'll be in your skeleton, dun worry.) If you can't meet those requirements, then I'm sorry, but you can't join.
3, You've gotta send me over your skeleton via PM, and the title to said PM has to be -savage- or I won't even bother opening it.
4, No crazy I-can-kill-you-all dragons, or I-have-all-the-powers-in-the-universe kinda crap. Nobody likes dealing with those characters. NOBODY. >:[
5, Be nice, have fun, abide by the rules, and try to remember we are here to write beautifully and imaginatively, creating a story with others that grows into something amazing with each new post. SO, don't go spamming it up.
Re: .::✖ Savage Skins ✖::. Dragon RP [Adv/Lit] OPEN+ACCEPTING
by Eian » 10/25/2010 4:27 PM
.:: Skeleton ::.
Username: (Your name)
Character Name:
Age:
Appearance: (No pictures, unless you drew them yourselves! I know you can describe something fantastically if you really wanted to. And if you can't, then, you're not literate enough for this board anyways.
ALSO, your dragon has to abide by certain physical traits, being it is part of a certain species, unless you've requested otherwise. If you're abiding and being part of the Savage Skins species, then you'll need to fill out the form below****)
Weakness: (Has to have at least one. And not anything stupid, like, 'oh! He's afraid of the dark!' No.)
Personality: (Please be detailed with this. Not just, 'She's happy a lot.' or 'He likes shiny things.' Use description!)
Brief History: (Just a little something about your character, their status, their mental stability.)
****Ignore this if you aren't being a Savage Skin. If you ARE (which you should be) then fill out this appearance form!
Age + Size:
Size is according to age. If your dragon is say, 9 years old, which is still just a baby, they'll be the size of a small leopard. 20 years old (which is just hitting puberty for a Savage Skin), then they'll be the size of a large tiger. If they're 50, then they'll be just a bit bigger than a large tiger. And that's how big they get, no bigger.
Legs + Gender:
You have 6 legs. Three on either side. Your dragon's torso is long and muscular, much like a feline's, and supports the first two sets of legs. The hips support the last pair. The options here are if you are male, you have a venomed claw on the heels of your hind legs, much like a platypus. If you're female, then you don't.
Scales + Appearance:
The scales are small but tough, being stronger than bone but feeling like smooth, textureless skin when touched, like a shark's skin. The patterns that splay across the skin can range anywhere from stripes to spots to polka dots, but they all have to have some neon colors in them, to help blend in with the tropical environment. You have fun figuring out what they look like. There are no wings, but six legs, and a long, whiplike tail for balance. You can choose if there is any fur along their spine or if there is spikes or sharper scales or w/e...it's up to you.
Eyes, Ears + Powers:
Eyes can be however you want, but there are four. Two larger, two smaller just behind them. Ears can be just holes in the head like any other reptile, or they can be flopped out like a goat's, or layed close to the head like a cat's, or any kind of mixture you can think of between. Powers, you can only have one. Able to control water, read thoughts, blow fire, levitate, control inanimate objects, whatever it may be, you have to have it not be that strong, and you can only have one. Take into consideration that your dragon is a powerful creature, with a strong body and agility that tops anything on the food chain, as well as acidic spit and venom. We can't have them being these perfect, unkillable beings, now can we?
Ranking:
The Savage Skins have a sort of society. There's warriors, leaders, hunters, gatherers, breeders, builders, etc. Each physical trait that is most prominent on your dragon determines what they are. I.E., if your dragon has a thinner build, they'll most likely be a gatherer, because thinner means quicker and more agile, which is just what a gatherer needs when snaking through the canopy to collect fruits or eggs. You dig?
So, according to how you made up your dragon, rank them how you see fit. Below is a list of the positions available for the taking. If your position isn't there, then you'll have to modify your character.
NOTE: THERE CAN BE MULTIPLES OF ONE POSITION. This enables there to be lots of one thing and to show you you can still be what you want without having to do a fatty list. IF IT'S NOT UNDERLINED, YOU CAN STILL BE IT.
.:: Available Positions ::.
Cheif
Subleader
Warrior
Hunter
Weaver
Gatherer
Breeder
Scavenger
Builder
Healer
Username: (Your name)
Character Name:
Age:
Appearance: (No pictures, unless you drew them yourselves! I know you can describe something fantastically if you really wanted to. And if you can't, then, you're not literate enough for this board anyways.
ALSO, your dragon has to abide by certain physical traits, being it is part of a certain species, unless you've requested otherwise. If you're abiding and being part of the Savage Skins species, then you'll need to fill out the form below****)
Weakness: (Has to have at least one. And not anything stupid, like, 'oh! He's afraid of the dark!' No.)
Personality: (Please be detailed with this. Not just, 'She's happy a lot.' or 'He likes shiny things.' Use description!)
Brief History: (Just a little something about your character, their status, their mental stability.)
****Ignore this if you aren't being a Savage Skin. If you ARE (which you should be) then fill out this appearance form!
Age + Size:
Size is according to age. If your dragon is say, 9 years old, which is still just a baby, they'll be the size of a small leopard. 20 years old (which is just hitting puberty for a Savage Skin), then they'll be the size of a large tiger. If they're 50, then they'll be just a bit bigger than a large tiger. And that's how big they get, no bigger.
Legs + Gender:
You have 6 legs. Three on either side. Your dragon's torso is long and muscular, much like a feline's, and supports the first two sets of legs. The hips support the last pair. The options here are if you are male, you have a venomed claw on the heels of your hind legs, much like a platypus. If you're female, then you don't.
Scales + Appearance:
The scales are small but tough, being stronger than bone but feeling like smooth, textureless skin when touched, like a shark's skin. The patterns that splay across the skin can range anywhere from stripes to spots to polka dots, but they all have to have some neon colors in them, to help blend in with the tropical environment. You have fun figuring out what they look like. There are no wings, but six legs, and a long, whiplike tail for balance. You can choose if there is any fur along their spine or if there is spikes or sharper scales or w/e...it's up to you.
Eyes, Ears + Powers:
Eyes can be however you want, but there are four. Two larger, two smaller just behind them. Ears can be just holes in the head like any other reptile, or they can be flopped out like a goat's, or layed close to the head like a cat's, or any kind of mixture you can think of between. Powers, you can only have one. Able to control water, read thoughts, blow fire, levitate, control inanimate objects, whatever it may be, you have to have it not be that strong, and you can only have one. Take into consideration that your dragon is a powerful creature, with a strong body and agility that tops anything on the food chain, as well as acidic spit and venom. We can't have them being these perfect, unkillable beings, now can we?
Ranking:
The Savage Skins have a sort of society. There's warriors, leaders, hunters, gatherers, breeders, builders, etc. Each physical trait that is most prominent on your dragon determines what they are. I.E., if your dragon has a thinner build, they'll most likely be a gatherer, because thinner means quicker and more agile, which is just what a gatherer needs when snaking through the canopy to collect fruits or eggs. You dig?
So, according to how you made up your dragon, rank them how you see fit. Below is a list of the positions available for the taking. If your position isn't there, then you'll have to modify your character.
NOTE: THERE CAN BE MULTIPLES OF ONE POSITION. This enables there to be lots of one thing and to show you you can still be what you want without having to do a fatty list. IF IT'S NOT UNDERLINED, YOU CAN STILL BE IT.
.:: Available Positions ::.
Cheif
Subleader
Warrior
Hunter
Weaver
Gatherer
Breeder
Scavenger
Builder
Healer
Re: .::✖ Savage Skins ✖::. Dragon RP [Adv/Lit] OPEN+ACCEPTING
by Eian » 10/25/2010 4:28 PM
Emo'et clung to the damp bark of the tree, his delicately pointed claws submerged into the grey skin of the massive plant, holding his weight.
Where had it gone?
His sleek tongue flicked out and tasted the air, much like that of a snake's, the black, forked appendage snapping out and in exactly three times, searching for what his eyes could not see.
His grip in the tree's gummy bark tightened as the scent he was searching for trickled over his senses, flooding over him like a wave of icy satisfaction.
There you are.
His muscles went rigid beneath his skin, and he gripped on to the tree with his other four legs as his front two reached up and sunk into the bark, a clear liquid oozing slightly from the sudden puncture. Hoisting himself up, he detached his other four legs and re-attatched them, causing himself to climb, all in one smooth, fluid like motion which took about seven seconds to complete, and looked eerily similar to an inch worm slinking slowly forwards. The only real difference was that his movements were quick and exact, much unlike an inch worm's, and they had a desire to kill behind them; also much unlike an inch worm's.
Where had it gone?
His sleek tongue flicked out and tasted the air, much like that of a snake's, the black, forked appendage snapping out and in exactly three times, searching for what his eyes could not see.
His grip in the tree's gummy bark tightened as the scent he was searching for trickled over his senses, flooding over him like a wave of icy satisfaction.
There you are.
His muscles went rigid beneath his skin, and he gripped on to the tree with his other four legs as his front two reached up and sunk into the bark, a clear liquid oozing slightly from the sudden puncture. Hoisting himself up, he detached his other four legs and re-attatched them, causing himself to climb, all in one smooth, fluid like motion which took about seven seconds to complete, and looked eerily similar to an inch worm slinking slowly forwards. The only real difference was that his movements were quick and exact, much unlike an inch worm's, and they had a desire to kill behind them; also much unlike an inch worm's.
Re: .::✖ Savage Skins ✖::. Dragon RP [Adv/Lit] OPEN+ACCEPTING
by Eian » 10/25/2010 4:28 PM
His bright yellow eyes stared up into the flurry of softly swaying leaves, the vines that draped down from the trees obscuring his view. He had no pupil, but instead flecks of red and orange around where one would be in the yellow orbs he used to see from, which could not only take in visual images, but could read heat signals as well. From them he could see the soft heat outline of a form shrouded behind a bunch of wide-fanned leaves, the hidden creature seeming to try and mask its heat signals by hiding behind the cold foliage.
Smart.
But not smart enough.
Emo'et's lips curled up in a grim smile, exposing a black-gummed mouth stock-full of teeth, each one coming to a clean, precise point. These weren't teeth just to puncture, these were teeth to tear.
His tail flicked silently in the air behind him, the furred tip snapping softly as it curled around, the black fur trailing like a swallowtail behind him. Other than his tail-tip, the only fur he had on his body was that that trailed down the gradual curve of the back of his neck, tapering off and eventually dissapearing somewhere between his shoulder blades.
When still and standing on all six of his legs, it hung flatly and straight like a horse's mane, and it draped and swayed with his body the rest of the time, somehow not getting tangled in all the brush he snaked through while hunting.
Smart.
But not smart enough.
Emo'et's lips curled up in a grim smile, exposing a black-gummed mouth stock-full of teeth, each one coming to a clean, precise point. These weren't teeth just to puncture, these were teeth to tear.
His tail flicked silently in the air behind him, the furred tip snapping softly as it curled around, the black fur trailing like a swallowtail behind him. Other than his tail-tip, the only fur he had on his body was that that trailed down the gradual curve of the back of his neck, tapering off and eventually dissapearing somewhere between his shoulder blades.
When still and standing on all six of his legs, it hung flatly and straight like a horse's mane, and it draped and swayed with his body the rest of the time, somehow not getting tangled in all the brush he snaked through while hunting.
Re: .::✖ Savage Skins ✖::. Dragon RP [Adv/Lit] OPEN+ACCEPTING
by Eian » 10/25/2010 4:28 PM
As far as Savage Skins went, his skin wasn't all that colorful. As he crept forwards up the gum tree towards his prey, he coulnd't help but think as to why he had to be subjected to this.
He was Warrior material.
He knew it.
And he knew everyone else in the tribe did as well.
He had been the first of his siblings to hatch out of the eggs, the quickest and cleanest to complete his first kill, the strongest out of his brothers, proven over and over again whenever they demanded a play match that left the other panting in the dirt, body covered in a glossy sheen of sweat and mud from their tumble, Emo'et's form standing over them, head dipped and maw clasped softly over his brother's throat, the winning move.
But his fur was black, and his skin was as grey and colorless as the gum tree he was climbing, except for a few orange and blue spots that trailed down his sides and tapered smaller down his tail, only to eventually morph into stripes which ended where the tuft of black fur began.
So, sure, he wasn't the deep crimson all his brothers held, the most colorfully gifted one being Al'ect, with his vibrant blue streaks of color that slashed over his brother's sholder blades and joints, giving him a viscous appearance; and he wasn't the cool rose color of his sisters, their milky skin delicately decorated with soft plumes of white and yellow and orange, looking like an elegant flower rather than a deadly creature....
...but he was still stronger than them all! Smaller, sure, but his slight size difference made it so that he could whip around the muscly bulk of his brothers and wind his way up quicker and snatch the food faster and deal the blow sharper and do it all, all so much, so much better, so much more well executed than the rest of them.
But no.
He was here, the Chief deeming his abilities were good enough for being a Hunter for the tribe, but nothing more. So as he sprang upon the creature behind the leaves with a perfect silence, sunk his teeth in and remembered not to inject his venom because this was tribe's food, and just because one's immune to their own venom doesn't mean the rest aren't affected by the acidic poison, he remembered to bit hard and grasp the body with his legs, his hind two the only ones keeping him from falling seventy feet to the forest floor, he remembered to twist as he bit down, to jerk upwards with his head and tug down with his claws to sever the head, to do all of this so perfectly, so that the creature would be dead within the first minute of making contact, to better enable him surviving before the thing had a chance to fight back...
...he remembered to do it flawlessly, effortlessly, to produce a whole kill rather than a leg of one or a tuft of fur or feathers when he came home. But it was meaningless. And as he slid down the tree, grasping the large mass of his kill with his middle legs as he pressed its hot, bleeding body to his white underbelly, he had half a mind to dissapear with it and never come back.
But no.
His tribe needed him, at least for this much.
So he would stay.
((Dooooone! Sorry for the long intro.))
He was Warrior material.
He knew it.
And he knew everyone else in the tribe did as well.
He had been the first of his siblings to hatch out of the eggs, the quickest and cleanest to complete his first kill, the strongest out of his brothers, proven over and over again whenever they demanded a play match that left the other panting in the dirt, body covered in a glossy sheen of sweat and mud from their tumble, Emo'et's form standing over them, head dipped and maw clasped softly over his brother's throat, the winning move.
But his fur was black, and his skin was as grey and colorless as the gum tree he was climbing, except for a few orange and blue spots that trailed down his sides and tapered smaller down his tail, only to eventually morph into stripes which ended where the tuft of black fur began.
So, sure, he wasn't the deep crimson all his brothers held, the most colorfully gifted one being Al'ect, with his vibrant blue streaks of color that slashed over his brother's sholder blades and joints, giving him a viscous appearance; and he wasn't the cool rose color of his sisters, their milky skin delicately decorated with soft plumes of white and yellow and orange, looking like an elegant flower rather than a deadly creature....
...but he was still stronger than them all! Smaller, sure, but his slight size difference made it so that he could whip around the muscly bulk of his brothers and wind his way up quicker and snatch the food faster and deal the blow sharper and do it all, all so much, so much better, so much more well executed than the rest of them.
But no.
He was here, the Chief deeming his abilities were good enough for being a Hunter for the tribe, but nothing more. So as he sprang upon the creature behind the leaves with a perfect silence, sunk his teeth in and remembered not to inject his venom because this was tribe's food, and just because one's immune to their own venom doesn't mean the rest aren't affected by the acidic poison, he remembered to bit hard and grasp the body with his legs, his hind two the only ones keeping him from falling seventy feet to the forest floor, he remembered to twist as he bit down, to jerk upwards with his head and tug down with his claws to sever the head, to do all of this so perfectly, so that the creature would be dead within the first minute of making contact, to better enable him surviving before the thing had a chance to fight back...
...he remembered to do it flawlessly, effortlessly, to produce a whole kill rather than a leg of one or a tuft of fur or feathers when he came home. But it was meaningless. And as he slid down the tree, grasping the large mass of his kill with his middle legs as he pressed its hot, bleeding body to his white underbelly, he had half a mind to dissapear with it and never come back.
But no.
His tribe needed him, at least for this much.
So he would stay.
((Dooooone! Sorry for the long intro.))
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