Shadows of the forest-not accepting more ppl

[Sila]

Okay we currently have 5 people which is more than enough at this point. I'm making this to be invite only from here on out- and I don't plan on inviting anyone either, so it's "closed" to those who aren't currently in it. Sorry but too many makes for clumped posts, weird actions, and funky timelines! It's perfect as it is, and I'll probably re-open it later. Once again, sorry!

This is a detail-based RP. if you don't like details, or don't like to put forth a lot of effort into an RP, then this may not be for you. I'm intending for there to be paragraphs - maybe not every single time, but yeah. instead of filling out a "character post", PM me with a sample of your writing that includes your character and describes who they are, what they look like etc. Look at my intro for an example.

As necessary, the rules:

Although it's obvious- Don't godmode.
Godmode = In roleplaying, when one player speaks or acts as another player or group of players, or causes them to feel or think certain things without their consent, or resolves a situation without input from the others.
Don't make your character a "perfect" being- we all have our faults and so should they.
This does not have to be a TBDL related roleplay. Diapers are allowed and if so wanted, encouraged, but please no "babies" or "toddlers" running around. It's pretty hard to interact with a toddler and even harder with a baby. That does not mean you can't be a child, but be realistic.
As I said, this is a detail based RP. That means no "chatspeak", no one liners (unless you're in a rut, that tends to happen sometimes and I understand).
Use ( ) or [ ] for OOC talk. You don't have to put "ooc: *text* " in front though. :3

EDIT: OKay, we already have one person possibly a 2nd as a relative of Raliegh's. Please for his sake, don't everyone all at once become his relative. <.<; XD We're in a village, surely you can find some other way of introducing yerself. xD

[Sila]

It's winter time in this strange, foreign world. There seems to be no signs of human life- at least, human in the traditional sense of the word. There are animals skittering around, and what seems to be almost the off spring of animals and humans combined- humans walking around, on two feet, but with fur covering every inch of their body. Their hands and feet have evolved into furry, clawed paws. Tails have sprouted from their tailbone and aid in keeping one's balance. Human ears replaced with pointed animal ears- representing the species they belong to. Besides the physical differences, there were differences between their senses too. Balance no longer is controlled solely by the inner ear- this time the tail aids in balance, as well as aiding in expressing emotions and thoughts.
These "people" aren't unaware of themselves, or the existence of others like them. They are non aggressive, and enjoy the world they live in. They nurture their young and allow them to enjoy the small time they have to be a child. Potty training isn't always done early- cloth diapers are used more often than disposables for children in the idea of it feeling softer and, toys are made with tender care and with the child's well being in mind rather than the idea of making money.
It's far from a perfect world, but it's one they love and cherish.
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The snow plummeted down persistently with howling wind and below freezing temperatures, relentlessly beating down upon a small figure that was huddled against a tree. The elements were not on any mortal’s side tonight, especially not this little one. A frail, young body lay huddled close, trying to escape the snow as best as possible and using the tree for any type of shelter. But it wasn’t possible to hide, the snow was coming down from everywhere in an angry blizzard, piling inches of snow down on the surrounding trees and buildings. A faint glow showed the existence of others awake, up and about, warm though in their cozy small house merely feet ahead. The little girl’s clothes weren’t nearly thick enough to keep her warm- they were already getting wet and making the situation worse. All she had was a thin ragged sweater and a pair of jeans, with some torn fingerless gloves too. What business did she have out here, a girl of merely 7 years sitting out in the middle of a snowstorm without even warm clothes? Well, she was a runaway and sort-of abandoned, what else was she to do? Where could she go, other than the familiar face of the woods? She had toughed out a rain storm before, and she figured a snowstorm wouldn’t kill her either. She was too accustomed to being shoved away and unwanted by strangers, she dare not walk up to another and ask for help anymore. Although the sound of the raging wind filled her small snow-white fox ears, the sound of steps in the nearby area caught her attention. Groggily she looked up toward the sound and squinted-trying to see if there was even a faded silhouette coming her way.

[RalieghFhang]

Groggily, a slender arctic wolf, marked across his entire body with tribal designs, makes his way through the thickening snow.


"Why do I have to be the one to look for it? It's not my fault Clover lost it..." He grumbles silently to himself, trudging through the thick snow, his paw shielding his face from the incoming blizzard.

From anybody elses perspective, they would think this wolf was crazy, walking through such a storm in nothing but some jeans... But this particular wolf has lived in this climate for years, and is actually built for such weather.

Continuing to scour the place for the lost item, which happens to be a diaper bag, he hears something strange off in the distance... Was it a whimper?

Deciding to inspect further, he places a paw on a tree, making his way through the thickening forest. Hearing a noise again, being able to definitely confirm it as a mild whimper, he breaks into a small sprint towards the noise, brushing ferns, limbs, and bushes out of his way as he hurries to see what's going on.

Breaking through a small bush, he sees the huddle form of some sort of canid at the base of a tree... Mildly clothed and shivering from fear and cold. Breaking into a full sprint, Raliegh rushes over. After arriving close, he huddles down next to the white fox-girl, (being able to recognize due to being closer), hugging her tightly in attempts to warm her up with his body heat.

"Oh my! Are you okay? How long have you been out here in this storm with such scanty, ripped clothing?"

[Sila]

Hypothermia had set in by now, causing the little one's sight to blur and her breathing to become quick and shallow. On the verge of collapsing, she shook her head in an attempt to keep awake and looked up at this arctic wolf who had stumbled upon her and was now trying to help. She was too tired and too cold to fight his hold if she even wanted to.

"Hours..." she mumbled in reply, not really knowing just how long she had been out there. How long ago did she leave the small shelter of the hole in the ground to search for some kind of food? How long ago had this blizzard started, slowly weakening every muscle in her body until she was forced to kneel by a tree and hope for it to pass? and just how far had she wandered? It was all a fog in her mind now- all she could think of was keeping awake and not letting her body succumb to the elements.

"Been here...so long...Don't know how long...W-who are y-you?" she stumbled, ice blue eyes blinking heavily in attempt to look up at this kind, warm stranger.

[RalieghFhang]

Raliegh curses silently under his breath, curling himself over you and picking you up, huddling you very close to his body, having to bend over slightly to cover more surface area.

"That's not good. We'll save the greetings for later..."

He quickly turns, jogging back in the direction of the small village. He had a small shack with some medical supplies inside.

Whipping through the trees at a fairly fast speed, the 22 year-old male being one of the fastest runners of the village, they arrived fairly quickly at the village. Heading past a few houses, and turning down a small alleyway, he releases his hold of you with one paw temporarily to open an old, encrusted doorway, taking care to shut it behind him.

Setting you down gently somewhat near a fireplace, but not too close to warm you up too fast, he hurries into the back to grab supplies. Returning moments later with some thick blankets, and a strange, golden vial that was partially see through. If you inspected it, you would notice a faint purple glow on the inside.

Kneeling next to you, he squats on his tail, wrapping you first in a small, cotton blanket, and covering you again with two more warmer, wool blankets.

He sets you on your back, tilting your head back gently.

"Here, sweety... Drink this. It will warm you from the inside, and keep the cold blood from rushing outwards to your heart... It's a special drink mixed in with a tiny bit of fire magic. Guaranteed to get you back to normal in no time."

[Sila]

Simply a few moments of being in this warm room with blankets and a fireplace had definitely helped a good amount. Now she was more alert, and albeit she was afraid, she was more happy to even be alive at this point. Clutching the blankets to her small body tightly and fighting the fierce shivers that her brain was sending to her body, she shuffled a bit in her spot and tried to sit up slightly- pushing her body more than she knew she could at this point. With a sigh she gave up trying to sit straight and looked up at his face which showed nothing but concern. No hints or traces of an evil intent, no thoughts of even harming her seemed to cross his face or thoughts as far as she could tell. Giving in she took the vial in both of her shaking paws (noticing it was as large as her paw itself) and took a small sip from it. It was almost like a mix of honey and something else that was bitter-sweet- the mere sip she took led her to finish the small vial and look down at it.

"I...I have to ask...why are you helping me? N-no one else ever w-wanted to...they turn their heads an' ignore me..." she lowered her head with a sigh and brought the blankets over her shoulders tighter, her shivering slowly starting to subside into simple teeth chattering. She couldn't understand why someone would want to help her when no one else had made an effort before. What made this one so different?

[RalieghFhang]

Raliegh watches over the white fox carefully, making sure nothing progresses into something much worse. Still sitting on his extra long, extra bushy tail, he leans over you and puts his paw on your forehead, making sure that it wasn't too seriously off-temperature from the rest of your body. He removes his paw after a small pet through the foxes hair.

"Why wouldn't anybody want to help a poor, dying girl staying in cover to keep her life? That just be in-furmane. Most of our village's people show great compassion for all things living. What kind of fur would I be if I just left you there? Not to mention you also look like... Well... Nevermind that. Are you feeling better? I never caught your name, by the way. What is it?"

[Sila]

Slowly but surely her temperature was stabilizing back to regular, her shivering was fading and she was regaining the ability to move her fingers again. She stared into the fireplace, watching the flames crackle against the burning wood- each flame looking different than the last.

"My name...it's Sila, and yea I'm not so cold and tired as I was..." she replied quietly, feeling sort of ashamed for having shown herself so vulnerable and weak to a complete stranger. "I've...never really met other nice furs...Most of the ones I met weren't that nice...They would mumble things so I couldn't hear it, and walk away..." with a small sigh she turned around, clutching the blankets tightly around her soaked clothing and fur. The expression upon her small face showed her gratitude, but yet also showed something deeper that she was afraid to talk about.

The real reason she was out there for so long, why she wasn't inside a warm building snuggled up under blankets and inside some warm pajamas. Really, the only clothes she had that were actually "hers" was her sweater and jeans. The fact that she had ran away from home had left her with no other options other than live with what she had, or steal. She had sniped some pull-ups after learning the hard way that wet pants weren't very fun, and even tried to get away with a new shirt once. It only resulted in getting kicked out of stores and having to run from angry adult furs.

Snapping back out of her thoughts, she glanced away from the wolf's gaze and went back to staring at the flames quietly. "I'm...sorry for being a pain..." she mumbled quietly.

[curiousitykitten]

It was getting darker out as Gracie wandered her way though the blizzard. It was something she did during all storms. Gracie, with her trusty SSL fim camera patroled the area. She took some pictures of snow covered ever greens whillist making a trail of pawprints behind her.

Gracie was a snowleopard. She was reaching the ripe old age of sixteen. She lived with Raliegh as his adopted sister for a number of years now. They got along great but had different interests, and every day they went about thier seperate ways.

Now it was getting late and Gracie was feeling the cold. She thought it would be best to head in for the night. Without any waiting, Gracie opened the door and took off her red hoody jacket. She haphazardly put it on a wracka nd witout thinking greeted Raleigh.

She sniffed an unfamiliar scent coming from the living room. She walked into it to investigate and saw a frail looking creature wrapped up in blankets. Just the thought of a poor little animal made Gracie sad, the sight was just to much. She didnt quite know what to say about the white fluffy being in the blankets. However, she set down her camera and said, "Hey Ral, who's the visitor", trying not to show apparent saddness.

[RalieghFhang]

Raliegh jumps up a little, looking at Gracie for a few seconds before blushing slightly...

"Gracie!! You snuck up on me!! You know what that does to my bladder..." He says irritatingly, staring her down playfully before walking over to bop her on the head with his paw playfully.

"Now I'm going to have to change later. But, to answer you're question, it's a sweet, abandoned fox. I found her shivering and half dead in the outskirts of the forest."

Raliegh leans forward slightly, whispering quietly into Gracie's ear, "She's very shy, and hasn't been treated too well from the looks of. it. From what I can gather she is abandoned, and has nowhere to go... The poor thing. I vote until she finds her way around... We look after her and she lives with us. I'll take care of her... I've been needing something to pass the time with."

Turning back around, kneeling down to Sila once again, he begins to pet her gently, doing his best to relax her. "Oh, and Gracie, let Clover know I couldn't find her diaper-bag... Tell her I'm sorry... But I got distracted by something too cute and vulnerable to just pass up."