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  1. I am going away for the night tomorrow. I am not sure I am going to bring my laptop with me since its just one night so if I don't post then I should be back sometime Saturday 

  2. So guess who might be fostering some kittens soon?


    If the home check goes well tomorrow I might have a litter of kittens to watch by next week.

    1. Kaylercool


      You better post some pictures! :D 

    2. Creus


      Oh I will! I will fill this forum up with fluffy cuteness. 

  3. My mage thief and I are always up for a good role play
  4. After all these years my friends have still not yet learned to not leave things at dog tail level.

    One wag and bye, bye chicken nuggets as they get flung across the room.

  5. Searching for 1x1's

    @Alcarie I edited my response into my post with the question, also instead of chatting here do you just want to use a pm?
  6. Searching for 1x1's

    Alright, I will probably have my character come down early am, still dark after a few hours of rest with the intent of leaving the place before dawn
  7. Creus and Alcarie 1x1

    (I did have my character settle down for the night in my post, I can have him get up and head down to the bar area or do you prefer to skip to the next day? Also thats up to you, I started doing it because I found that some people missed parts of my characters speech from time to time.) After only a few hours of rest Blitz awoke and after a purposely loud yawn he jumped of the bed and stretched languidly before turning around to shove his nose in his persons face. The wolf knew his person would not want to get up after so little rest, he never did but the animal felt that it was best that they leave before that great star in the sky rose to bathe everything in light. A friend to most of mankind but an enemy to those whom did not wish to be seen and while nothing had come of the hunters the other day the wolf didn't think it was wise to stick around for a few more hours of rest. Though the animal did absolutely enjoy the luxuries of civilian life provided by human towns and cities he did often feel that the wilderness was indeed safer. There he didn't have walls, buildings and the like that obstructed airflow and the scents that came with it nor where the forests filled with human stink. Scents where much cleaner out there, there where usually few fires if any, the only trash was close to civilization and the animals weren't all confined to small areas in which they stunk up. Not only was it easier to catch the scent of the hunters out there, it was also easier to hear them. Here in town they where surrounded by humans at all time and some like guards, mercenaries or knights wore similar sounding things to the hunters. The rustle of chain mail, squeak of leather could belong to anyone, friend, foe or neutral here so that didn't offer much either. Another problem with being surrounded by humans was that sometimes there was no easy way to tell if the person walking near by was a threat or not. They could be a hunter in disguise or they could be a simple vendor. Although the wolf was not nearly as paranoid as his person he did know how things worked and over the years he had learned a lot, including this. So when his person merely groaned and did not move, the animal persisted, nudging and licking him until he gave in. His person knew the importance of getting out before dark but unlike Blitz he did not snooze all day, he was exhausted and the wolf knew it. Still it couldn't be helped, when ones very existence was reason enough for people to kill them that being had to be careful. Despite Blitz's instance and the knowledge that he did have to get up, Creus was resistant to the thought of dragging himself out of bed. He was just not a morning person, preferring to be more active during the night than the day. For the most part that worked to his advantage for what he was, a thief and a mage. It made things just a bit easier to survive and get the job done but it did make things like fleeing a touch harder. Still once he reluctantly gave in and dragged himself out of bed he wasted no time in getting ready and setting off. Since his meager belongings where already packed away and he was fully clothed all he needed to do was slip on his boots, wash up quickly and then he was on his way. As he carefully creaked open the door and peered outside Blitz stood by his side impatiently, the moment the door was open the wolf shoved past his person and trotted down the narrow hallway outside the room that led to the stairs. Unlike his person his sharp ears picked up on the sounds of other tenants snoring and he heard no one outside the hallway. By the time his person had stepped out the animal had made it halfway down the stair way walking on quiet paws. However midway down the wolf paused and growled softly as a familiar scent reached him, the scent of the one who was walking with the hunters. Why was that person here? When his person stepped up besides him he sent the mage a quick warning before sneaking quickly down the last bunch of stairs. Normally in this situation they would simple sneak back up stairs and leave through a window but there was one problem to that. This inn had no windows on the second floor. They needed to sneak out. The moment the wolf landed on the bottom floor he quickly peered around his eyes well adjusted to seeing in the dark. What he saw however was rather disheartening, at the bar at the base of the stairs sat that man. There he paused for a moment as he waited for his person to catch up which only took a moment as he waited for direction. The mage however didn't say anything, he merely yawned loudly walked passed the wolf, ignored the last patron at the bar and headed toward the exit. It took the wolf a moment to catch on but when he did he trotted happily after his person like a playful hound eager to get out for a run. Since his person could not avoid the man, he instead chose to merely act like any other traveler heading out early in the day. If they where lucky the man would see them as nothing more than that and choose to ignore them. After all, wasn't it fairly normal for businessmen and travels to head out at the crack of dawn?
  8. After 15 years, today I lost one of my dogs...



    1. Kaylercool


      You showed me a picture of this beautiful pup a while back. :( 

      I'm really sorry for your loss. Fifteen years is a long time though, and it's definitely something to be thankful for. 

    2. Taichi


      I'm sorry for your loss. :(

  9. The Search for 1x1 RPs

    I do a rough idea, somewhat of a combination of two of the ones you mentioned above though I apologize in advance, as my thoughts are a bit scattered after a long day of work. The setting takes places in a world once torn by war, over a thousand years ago a massive war occurred started by a simple disagreement between the leaders of humanity and the leaders of supernatural types/ demons leading to a battle that lasted nearly two centuries. Humans whom due to their higher numbers eventually won the war though not without the help of allies they gained on the other side. After a hundred years passed after the end of the war, what happened still remained heavy on everyone's hearts, it was a source of bitter disagreement for everyone, discrimination and crime remained high between both humanity and the now dwindling numbers of supernaturals. Eventually along the way that tension between the races led to fear and later hatred and somewhere along the way someone began twisting the truth, leading to even more fear and hatred and when that reached a climax humanity began to hunt down the supernaturals. For centuries this went on, humans hunting the supernaturals, drastically reducing their numbers and even causing some species to go extinct.Eventually this too slowed down, largely due to the lack of beings to hunt and blame for their misfortunes and due to the slowly changing tide of public opinion. Although the fear still remains and many are quick to persecute the supernaturals and legions of self proclaimed hunters still exist, in the last hundred years they have been slowly starting to make a comeback but not in the same form they where once in. Rather it was in the form of hybrids, from the start of the war and until recent times humans and these beings have interbred and while at one time hybrids where treated as enemies they are now slowly being able to move forward. If they could prove their human ancestry then they could obtain basic rights such as working and buying homes. Finally the tension is easing and the world seems to be obtaining some sort of peace or so it seems. Unfortunately many aren't aware of just how much damage the war caused the world or the hate that still lingers in the hearts of those supernaturals who are old enough to have lived through the war. Centuries before, at the end of the war one of the hero's whom helped bring the war to an end announced a prophecy that in the future great chaos would occur and that a member of the royal family, his family would have to find a someone like himself a powerful pure blooded supernatural of pure blood and assist them in saving the country when consequence of the war finally struck. That ancient hero was not human, but rather a powerful being that married into the royal family, a being who was so powerful that even in the currant generation of the royal family, eight hundred years later children are still born with power. During all the war and hate it was something the family kept hidden but now as the prophecy, once buried and almost forgotten is brought to light when the king falls ill with a mysterious curse. When no known modern medicine can cure him and fear of the prophesy starting to grow on the royal family, one of the families own is either dispatched or sets out on her own to find the pure blooded being mentioned in the prophecy in hopes of saving her father. The where two problems though one is that she has no idea who this being might be as there are quite simply so many hybrids out there that she cannot even begin to imagine what a pure blooded supernatural being might be. The only guess she has is that this being is supposed to be strong and so she leaves on a year long search to find this person. The second problem, when she does finally find this person he turns out to be the last thing she expected, a criminal whom seems to have absolutely no interest in some ancient prophecy or getting involved with royalty, much less saving the countries king. Far from some hermit living out in the forest or country side avoiding humans or white knight that she might have imagined.
  10. The Search for 1x1 RPs

    I may be interested in starting another one with my male mage thief, my favoriteOC I will post the link to his profile below, he will be the first one on the list, let me know if your interested.
  11. Searching for 1x1's

    Alright lol
  12. Searching for 1x1's

    @Alcarie posted, I wasn't sure if you wanted to keep control of the hunters or not so I left them too you. Also its completely up to you whether your characters spotted Blitz or not, I figure it might help them locate him later
  13. Creus and Alcarie 1x1

    While Creus headed off with his newly stolen treasure Blitz was far on the other side of the nobles home looking for a way out. He knew that in the time he had led the dogs away his person would have slipped in and slipped out now he just needed to figure out how to get away himself. The wolf did not fear the dogs, for they did not dare to attack him in fact they where more curious than anything else but he did have to worry about the guards and other humans. The appearance of a large unfamiliar canine would be enough to startle most but that wasn't the issue. One of the main issues was that he stood out with his size and pure white coat, even if people did not recognize him for what he was and simply thought of him as dog it wouldn't necessarily stop them from trying to capture him and adding him to their collection. That collection could either be a fur collection or a zoo, neither of which he wanted part of and his looks caused another issue as well. They made his person stand out and if someone saw him lurking around their home at the same time a theft occurred and then later saw him with his person? It surely would be a simple enough step to make that connection. As a result he was growing just a touch nervous, he had been able to squeeze his large bulk under the fence on the other side of the place but here everything seemed tighter. He couldn't quite find a spot he could fight through so instead he settled on an area where the gap between the fence and the ground was almost big enough and started digging as the dogs looked on. His fur bristled slightly at the thought of turning his back to a pack of guard dogs but none of the animals had made any sort of aggressive move so far so he could only hope they maintained their passive stance. Thankfully the guard dogs made no move against him as he scraped away the earth and finally managed to slip underneath the fence and back to freedom. Once out the wolf paused only momentarily to glance back at the dogs where merely keeping a weary eye on him now and then he took off to rejoin his person. He did not know where on the streets his person currently was, he could have taken any route and likely would not have taken the same route back but the wolf did know their destination so he did not worry about that part too much, furthermore he always had his sense of smell to rely on. Soon both wolf and mage where making their way swiftly and quietly back to the more rugged side of town, they stuck to the shadows and generally made an effort to avoid being seen by anyone, at least on this side of town anyway. Blitz hadn't made it far at all before he heard the familiar sound of footsteps, heavy boots and voices and so he quickly dove down the nearest side street and stood in the dark, pressed against a wall behind a stack of crates as he waited for them to pass. The wolf hadn't been in time to catch most of their conversation, just the tale end something a supernatural possibly being in the area. That was all he heard but it was enough to cause a soft growl to start rising in his throat though he did not allow the sound to pass in fear that they might over hear. Instead he briefly peeked out from behind the crates as another set up footsteps, the first group had most definitely been hunters but the second set he wasn't so sure. Since it was a single set of steps whomever it was clearly was alone and headed in the same direction. Was it another hunter? If so and the hunter was indeed alone he immediately contemplated attacking the person, he like his person both hated and feared the hunters. This would be a perfect opportunity to have one less of those scum walking around but as the person came into view the wolf realized that he was dressed differently than the hunters whom usually bore some sort of uniform signalling who they where. It didn't mean this person didn't work for them but proximity alone wasn't enough to give the wolf reason to attack. The last thing he or his person needed was the added complication of him attacking an innocent person so the wolf did not make a move. The animal merely stood in place, peering out from behind the crates the moonlight catching his golden eyes as he studied the person for a moment more and then turned away and darted down the ally to warn his person. As the wolf sought out his persons scent he also caught the scent of something else, something strange like some sort of animal but unlike anything he ever smelled before. Normally he would be tempted to seek out this thing, whatever it was seemed close but for the time being the wolf chose to ignore the scent, his person was far more important than some strange creature. So ignored the thing and continued to search the alleys until he finally found him and when he did the animal immediately shared the memory of what he had seen and hear to which his person acknowledged with a quick nod and picked up his pace. At this point they had already bypassed the threat so all they could do was keep moving so they could avoid any chances of them catching up. It was doubtful they would at this point though, they where headed in the complete opposite direction so unless they suddenly turned around and started running toward them it didn't seem likely they would catch up tonight. After all, even if they find some reason to do so before even investigating the home they where headed to they would still have to pick the right path. For the moment the odds where not in the favor of the hunters but it was enough to cause the mage to decided to head out of town as soon as possible. He had gotten what he wanted, he did not need to stick around long enough to find a buyer in this town he would do so elsewhere as he most often did. Eventually the duo made their way back to the inn they where currently staying at on the other side of town, it was a small, rundown place that saw a lot of foot traffic and the owners of the place seemed to prefer to avoid and stay out of other peoples business. With all the criminals that came and went they like many other inn owners tended to prefer the I see and hear nothing approach to avoid angering the wrong crowd. These types of places where generally his preferred places to stay for that very reason. A simple person such as himself passing by for a few days drew little attention from them, though Blitz and his horse where a bit more noteworthy, though largely due to his personality it was probably Shiro who was the most memorable. Even as Creus approached the inn he could hear the sound of his stallions hooves beating the wooden doors of his stall and the frantic shouts of the stable boy. At that moment he and Blitz both paused and exchanged glances before making a beeline for the stable but they where too late. Seconds later they heard a loud crack and the angry white stallion came charging out of the barn, shoving his was passed the barn doors with the terrified stable boy in hot persuit. For starters, Shiro hated being stabled. Without hesitation the mage and wolf moved to cut the stallion off before a near wild beast ended up loose in the city trampling any unsuspecting street goers in his wake. As soon as the horse saw them he did not swerve nor stop, instead he kept on going as though intending to trample his person into the ground as well. Even as the stallion bore down on them and stable boy cried out in warning, neither mage or wolf moved, they knew Shiro's game. The stallion was moments away from taking them both out however skidded to a stop, his head a hairs breath away from the mages face and the two immediately stared each other down. After a moment though the mage gave in, reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small sack in which he proceeded to dump some of the contents into his hand. They where sugar cubes and the moment he offered one to the horse he seemed to turn a bit more placid as the stallion accepted the treat. Given that the horse had no halter on the mage did not attempt to catch him, instead he simply walked passed the animal leaving the horse standing in the streets staring after him. As the mage and the wolf headed inside the stable to inspect the damage the stallion gave a soft knicker and trotted back inside after loosing sight of the both of them. When the stallion passed by the stable boy, the boy immediately jumped aside pale in frightened before standing peeking in the door watching the mage handle the now calm animal looking rather flabbergasted. The boy had likely seen his share of mean horses but seeing such a quick turn around with a simple treat seemed rather unbelievable. "I will pay for the damage boy and this time do not close the stable door as I had said before. If he breaks the door down again, the cost of the damage will be on you and I am sure that with your salary you cannot afford to fix it. If the anyone questions you about why his stall door is kept open, you can send them in my direction. Do not simply close the door and hope the issue goes away." The mage spoke, his voice smooth and placid as if he where rather used to the situation however it also contained an edge, a subtle air that was enough to make the boy nervous. As he warned the boy not to ignore his wishes again he studied the young boy with sharp, cunning blue eyes. Even though the boy was already pale, his face seemed to loose even more color as he nodded and frantically mumbled an apology. Seemingly satisfied with the boys response the mage fished two coins out of his pocket and flicked them both to the boy, whom upon catching them both looked a bit confused but the mage soon explained. "One is for the repairs, the other is for you to obey my wishes. I am paying you in advanced so I expect that you follow through with it. Do your job well and you just might see another." The truth was, Creus felt a bit bad for intimidating the boy as he settled Shiro back into his stall, he could only imagine how hard the boys life must be but it had to be done. It was the easiest way to get his point across, far too many stables simply did not understand why this stranger demanded that they leave his horses stable door open and they all learned the hard way sooner or later. The problem was with Shiro, although he had stolen the horse two years ago it was pretty clear by the horses behavior that he hadn't had much interaction with people or their places. Possibly wild at one point, the stallion did not take well to being confined or having strangers try to handle him and thus often caused damage to both. At first dealing with the stallions antics had been frustrating, non of his attempts at training the beast using standard methods had worked. All had resulted in massive failures and injury, it wasn't until he discovered the horses love of sweets that he had finally found the key to the animals heart. The horse was fierce, stubborn, smart and wild at heart, he could not force the animal to obey him like so many other might try. Horses where larger and stronger than their human counterparts and Shiro new this well and most definitely used this to his advantage. Furthermore as an Arabian horse, he had endurance on his side any standard attempts to break him would have surely resulted in the human being exhausted and injured first before they could ever chase the horse into submission. Although the mage had initially intended to sell the horse, for his pure white coat and sleek and elegant good looks would have made him a nobles dream horse Creus had quickly realized that he would likely only be selling the fiery, independent animal into a life of misery. After all most modern animal trainers would resort to using aggressive and painful tactic to make a less than willing animal compliant. Considering how stubborn Shiro was the stallion would certainly end up scarred and battered before giving in and by that time he would no longer be the pretty horse nobles wanted, what became of him then was anybodies guess. It was a toss up between that and the horse fighting until his death before giving in or getting sold too slaughter for being untrainable. Either way at that time two years ago the mage found that to be an unacceptable option for such beautiful animal so he kept him and the horse became an unwilling third member to their little team. Overtime, the horse had become invaluable and the three of them had managed to strike up a rather unusual truce, earning the horse's loyalty and trust. The stallion was an endurance horse, something rather beneficial to a man who was always on the run. Be it the hunters or the law Creus could at least rest easy knowing that few horses had the endurance to keep up. Once he was on Shiro's back his chances of escape increased dramatically and given that Shiro would never leave him even turning him loose was a better bet than stealing a different horse. Soon he had Shiro settled back down in his open stall the mage made certain to give the boy one more warning before he and Blitz entered the inn and ascended the thin, rickety set of stairs to the room he had rented for the night. Once inside he pulled off the black cloak he was using and stuffed it into one of his still packed and ready saddle bags. Underneath it he wore a white trench coat decorated in fashionable way with orange and gold trim and tailored to be just a few inches shorter than the cloak. A simple crisp white shirt, black pants and well warn and sturdy black leather boots also made up his attire. Due to always being on the move the mage traveled light, only keeping a few changes of clothing and other basic necessities on him and he was always prepared to get moving on a moments notice. He even kept the amount of stolen goods he had on his person in check for that reason, he only stole what he could fit in hidden pockets he had sewn into the white trench coat he normally wore during the day without making it look bulky. Over the years the thief had turned that into a bit of an art, having as many hidden pockets as possibly without making his coat look bulky and weighed down. He had to balance things perfectly and keep them in tight enough pockets that they didn't rattle around and make noise which might indicate their presence For that reason the mage never went anywhere without his coat and even as he slipped it and his boots off to get some rest, he kept the coat hanging within arms reach. "We leave tomorrow" The mage said to the wolf whom could not physically answer his words with a verbal response but the animal did huff in agreement. After seeing those hunters he too thought it was time for them to get out of there, they had no reason to stick around and all the reason go. Although Blitz did enjoy being in human cities and towns because the food often came easy and was plentiful it wasn't worth the risk when hunters where around. He was an efficient hunter and an equally good forager and between him and his person they didn't often go without food when they where on the road. As his person turned settled into the single lumpy old bed he jumped up besides him and settled down with a soft sigh of contentment. Although his person didn't seem to miss the small comforts provided by these places the wolf did. He very much enjoyed sleeping on beds and gorging on tasty food, it was always a shame when they had to move. It meant long days and nights in the wilderness, with little to no comforts available. For now all the animal could do was enjoy one more night on a bed, inside and away from the elements.
  14. Searching for 1x1's

    @Alcarie Alright I will hopefully have time to get to work on my post tomorrow