I've been to hell - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Joiners (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=22) +--- Thread: I've been to hell (/showthread.php?tid=8075) |
|||||||
- Seven - 10-04-2009 OOC: 1. Character Name: Seventy-Two(Seven) 2. Character Birthdate (including year): May 19th, 2007 3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Canis lupus lycaon 4. Gender: Male 5. Your e-mail: ajuskauskas@gmail.com 6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): Skype: djpomidoras 7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: From another wolf RP site(Paragon) IC: The calming sounds of the Ocean were the first sounds Seven heard after regaining consciousness. He was a sorry sight - a dark, scrawny wolf, lying on the wet sand unconscious. The male felt somewhat good. The soft sand had a nice feel, the soothing sounds of waves crashing upon rocks. This felt like heaven, although Seven was pretty sure that his place was in hell. He knew that betraying his master like that wasn't something to be praised. He was afraid. Afraid to open his eyes and see burning pits full of tormented souls. He was afraid that this symphony of the waves would turn into a loud scream of agony. But most of all he was afraid of the prospect of being back home. The young wolf was afraid that his master had survived. He was awaiting his punishment. Seven slowly opened one eyelid, then the other. It took him a few seconds to adapt to the bright sunlight. This was nothing like his island. This was nothing like hell either. Was this some sort of purgatory? A soft, sandy beach? No structures whatsoever. This piece of land seemed to be uninhabited. The ebony wolf stood up slowly. His joints popped into their respective places quite painfully. He felt woozy, his legs were shaking, but, to his surprise, he didn't have a scratch on him... Aside from his old scars, that is. The canid took a few difficult steps until his feet regained part of their old strenght. Although there was no-one around, his nose caught a weak scent of Luperci. It seemed that someone does actually live here. But Seven had never come across other territories. What was the right thing to do again? No one ever taught him how to behave around packlands. Should I just go find someone? Or maybe I should howl? he mumbled to himself. - Naniko D'Angelo - 10-04-2009 [html]
- Seven - 10-04-2009 OOC: Hallelujah! IC: Seven was deep in thought. So deep, that he didn't notice the incoming figure. A Luperci. A noble. It was a bit too late when he reacted. She had already spoken and the black wolf raised his head in reaction. His expression suddenly turned from confused to horrified. The young male almost ran off before his mind signaled him to halt. Seventy-Two lowered his head in a respectful, yet timid manner. He felt vulnerable as if he was a small pup in front of a crazed killer. A few moments of silence followed. The female asked a question and he knew that he had to answer. But there was this thick, rubbery substance stuck inside his throat, choking the poor guy from the inside. He tried to swallow it, but was left gasping for air. Slowly, he raised his eyes, locking on the view of the female. She was tall, quite the beauty in her Optime form. Her pelt was pure white, not a spot on it. Seven didn't dare to look her in the eyes. He was pretty sure they were beautiful as well. Instead, he focused on his feet scratching the sand. Come on, the lady asked you a question. Answer it already! Seven tried finding the courage to speak. He had to dig deep but finally dug up the natural bits and pieces of the emotion that he had left. My Lady, he bowed so low that his nose touched the sand. I am a humble servant. My master was lost at sea, but I was spared for some reason. The explanaition was pretty clear to him. I mean, everyone knows that his red tattoo means he's a hunter and that his master is clearly a noble Luperci. Little pups know that, right? - Naniko D'Angelo - 10-04-2009 [html]
- Seven - 10-04-2009 OOC: That is too bad. You see, I happen to be European, meaning it's 10 PM here. IC: What kind of sick place is this? Was the first thought that came to Seven's mind. He was used to the order on his home island. He couldn't believe that Luperci could serve themselves. Sure, there were some more noble than others, but still, it was more of a respectful relationship. Right now the male couldn't realise that this territory would become heaven for him. He raised his head slowly, unsure whether this was a test by some omnipotent being to determine his place in the underworld or just a strange new land with strange new customs. For a moment, he glanced into her green eyes. The ebony wolf quickly turned away in embarrassment. He took a few steps closer. Seven's heart pounded somewhere between his back legs and his toes. The invitation seemed honest enough for him to believe her. I do not know if we speak of the same thing, My Lady. You speak of leaders... Leaders are ones that have done something to earn your trust. Masters don't give you a choice. If any nobleman would've heard him right now, he would surely be dead by now. But some age old instinct of freedom started to show. I can not express how grateful I am, My Lady, you are most kind. I... I appreciate the food, but I don't know if I can accept your accomodation. You live in a cottage, right? I can just dig a den. He prefered the cold, earthy feel of a den, rather than the strange wooden floors of Lupercian houses. - Naniko D'Angelo - 10-05-2009 [html]
- Seven - 10-05-2009 Seven kept his head down during the whole walk. It seemed longer than it really was. This territory, so different, so beautiful, was so similar to his home. But there was something else that made it seem so... Foreign. Only now had he noticed that this coastline was marked. Although Seven had never been part of one, the ebony wolf knew that these were packlands. Packs... Packs of Luperci? How could these Optime be so primitive? She asked him a question... What's with all the questions? All he wanted to do was get some food and some rest. Just one day in these lands and he would be off. Off to where? Where can I go? Master is dead... Probably. I might be miles away from home... I'll have to live here. Where exactly is here? The young male finally cleared his head a little and pushed away his instincts that had been in charge for the last twenty minutes or so. Just ask, My Lady, and I will answer... Although I'm afraid there's not much that I can say about myself. What can I offer? I... I'm not sure if this is an invitation to join your pack or not... the wolf started slowly, keeping his head down and his voice soft. I used to be a hunter, part sentinel. A chaser, to be exact. I separated a weaker animal from the group and herded it into the ambush. I was also responsible for smaller prey and guard duties when there was enough food. He paused for a moment. Seven tried to find the right words to respond. I... I guess that's it... That's all I can offer. A moment of silence crept upon the duo as they approached the barn. The male started feeling his body waking up: his muscles started tightening again from the walk, his stomach growled painfully, begging for food. Food... Food was just ahead. Seven's mind got filled with the images of delicious treats - the one's his master enjoyed so much. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. A sudden rush of guilt kept him from going onward. I... I'm sorry, but I don't know if I intend to join this pack. I mean, half an hour ago I was lying unconscious on the beach and now I'm here... Where is here? - Naniko D'Angelo - 10-05-2009 [html]
- Seven - 10-06-2009 She was clearly trying to determine Seven's sanity level. If not for his fur, he would have blushed for sure. It was difficult for him to even make a normal sentence, so how was he supposed to decide whether or not to join this pack. Should I reject? Or maybe just go with the flow? Are they really so... Friendly? Maybe there are other wolves here? Phoenix Valley... Only a particle of a second was needed for all of these thoughts to creep upon his mind. But how much time was needed to asess them all and make a decision. How much time did he have? Pheonix Valley... He mused, although loudly enough for his companion to hear. Not exactly "lands". I come from an island, although I can't quite recall it's name. I remember that it was named after a Saint. Well, atleast, that's how the humans named it back in the day. The Luperci decided to keep the name. Seven explained a little bit about his island. I actually have no idea where it is. I know it's somewhere in the ocean... Somewhere quite far, if I'm not mistaken. A soft sigh escaped his lips. True, he was a servant, but home was still dear to him. A lost, far away place, lodged forever in his memories. His musings were interrupted by a loud rumble of his stomach. The dark male smiled sheepishly at the Luperci female. So, um, I guess I don't have much of a choice. That is, if I can be of any use to your pack. He stood up on all fours and bowed once again. Well, guess I'm staying here... For now. - Naniko D'Angelo - 10-07-2009 [html]
- Seven - 10-07-2009 [html]
ooc: Yay!
Obviously he had made the decision, but whether or not he would be accepted would depend on the locals. Seventy-Two was pretty sure that Naniko had the right to accept him into the pack. He thought that she was just deciding on it. Weighing the ups and downs. Testing him somehow maybe? Having nothing else to do rather than sit here and smile sheepishly, the dark did some thinking himself. Impression so far... Well, I did look like some crazy wolf with my sudden emotions. I doubt "nearly drowning" would be a legitimate excuse. And I'm pretty sure all my talks didn't make too much sense either. It wasn't the best of positions, but Seven's pessimistic approach on life made him miss all of the little positive details. My... My name? Erm... I don't really have a name. My number is Seventy-Two, he twitched to the side a bit to better show his tattoo, so I guess you can call me Seven for short... The male felt awkward. All of the Luperci had nice names, some even hard to understand. His name was a number, part or a mere order. Out of the small group of young wolves that were meant to be hunters he got number Seventy-Two. Just as easily he could've gotten any other number close to his - Sixty-Eight, Seventy-Five... A howl emitted from Naniko's direction. So she wasn't just testing him. Turns out she had no right to accept him. Seven felt even more awkward, but he was sure that he would quickly learn the structure of the Phoenix Valley pack. I wonder what's this Geneva like... Further more, is she a Luperci? Are there any other wolves around here? Maybe I should ask Naniko? The dark male pondered. He had nearly forgot about this issue. Naniko... Before Geneva comes, could you tell me... Are there any other non-Luperci like me here? - Geneva Stockholm - 10-08-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j19/S ... ranges.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:300px; border:1px #000000 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;"> Naniko had raised a call for her near the borders. The woman, in lupus form, had been tending to matters further north at the borders. It did not take her long for the light-gray colored woman to reach Naniko. The call did not sound urgent, and so she took her time. If Naniko had called her only a few weeks before, Geneva would have bolted after her faster than the speed of light. Only a few weeks ago, Naniko had been heavy with child, and despite the fact that neither woman could claim shared blood, Geneva felt as though Naniko was part of her family. Her own bloodkin were scattered among the four winds.
- Seven - 10-09-2009 [html]
ooc:
The male felt tense. He didn't know anything about living in a pack, nor did he understand the criteria one had to meet in order to be accepted. Furthermore, although Naniko was very nice to him, Seven was afraid that Geneva would not spare him just because he has a sad story to tell. Luperci... God, if you're up there, please let Geneva be a non-Luperci. He prayed. Maybe he should've prayed harder... The leader came faster than expected. Phoenix Valley suddenly seemed a lot smaller. My lady... Seven nearly fell over while trying to bow. He smiled sheepishly, slowly raising his head to get a look at her. She was... A wolf?! What a happy day this was for the dark-haired male. She introduced herself a bit dryly, mechanically even. Obviously this female was used to talking to strangers... A real diplomat. Good looking, too, although that wasn't really on his mind right now. So she's not really a wolf... Just in her wolf form. I thought that the wolf form was only a myth... Needless to say Seven felt crushed. Although what Geneva said next made him raise his head suddenly, his eyes widening. The ebony male felt his heart stopping slowly. How could one turn into a Luperci? Is it some sort of disease? You... you can... Oh my God... you can turn a simple wolf into a... a Luperci? He swallowed his shock painfully. How can you help me? I guess I would like to join Phoenix Valley... - Geneva Stockholm - 10-11-2009
|