Windshear chronicles {open}

[Sir Isaac]

((i tryed this before but it died...two words, people: Midievel/furre...))

The Windshear mountains were dieing, the humans hd taken over the valleys, the vargs had taken the peaks. The Riverweavers, once a clan of specialist gaurds, were only theives. The ranks of Lady Blacksheild IV - the lioness queen of the furres - were weakening. Windshear was falling into dispair, and many were lossing hope...excpt for an underground alliance of humans and furres...

Bios: Okay, you can be any animal you want, or human. Also, a varg, as earlier mentioned, is a half furre, half feral wolf demon. Dangerous, blood thirsty, and basically the wolf version of an orc. Here's the bio set up:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
Apperance:
Other:

Name: Thornwhistle Icehoof
Gender: male
Age: 20 ish
Species: pegasus furre
Apperance: His fur is a deep purple, his mane and tale crimson red. Standing at the small height of five foot two, his wings - red and purple in color - reach a span of eight feet, each one is as large as he is. He wears a brown cloak, green tunic and green breeches. hanging sheathed at his belt is a sword, the blade iron, the handle gold. Pounded gold snakes around the blade, ending just below the point.
Other: Some say he is an angel, but the popular beleif is he is a demon, brought back from death to destroy. His true past will be reveiled...

[.:Requiem:.]

Name: Kiylar (Kee-lar)
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Species: Varg
Apperance: (Soon to come)
Other: (Soon to came)


Name: Reyre (Rare, with the second r trilled slightly)
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown-young
Species: Feline/Fox furre
Apperance: Heart shaped feline face-muzzle elongated slightly and more pointed than that of an average feline-framed by locks of navy. Two locks of such dangle around her face, the rest tumbling randomly down her back. Ears protruding from cascade show further evidence of fox blood; them being a good deal larger than the average furre's and very sensitive. Pale grey fur, of averge thickness striated randomly with stripes of darker grey, hardly distinguishable from the dirt and such that often covers her. Large eyes, hued navy, contain a look of perpetual sorrow, searing pain. Clad in a thin gown of grey, torn in several places and well-worn. Around her neck is a simple metal slave coller. She is barepawed. Protruding from the appropriate hole in the rear of her dress is her tail, pale grey with three rings of darker grey approaching the tip, which is tufted with navy. (Kudos if you actually read all that)
Other: She was born into slavery. Her mother was killed trying to save her. She was raised by an old slave woman, but managed to escape recently.

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[Eo]

Name: Oakleaf Evolution Anaethken
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Species: Pegasus Furre
Apperance: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/ ... akhero.gif
Other: To Be Revealed

[shadowfox7092]

Name: Arch (Ark)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Species: varg/dragon furre
Apperance:Jet black hair that only goes half way down his body the rest of the way is shimmering cobalt scales, ice blue eyes, long razor sharp nails, a long scar reaching from his forehead along his snout down to his mouth, and silver spiked hair with one large bang starting at the right side of his head
Other: none

hope I can go on the computer enough to post messages!

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[Trinity]

^ is my crazy friend whom I convinced to join PPT, and he refuses to write a welcome topic. PM him some welcomes to annoy him. Oh, and he says 'I hate you,' to meh. He's ebil. Yeah, he's here.

Name: Luin Riveria
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Species: Cat furre
Appearance: Luin has silky black hair that falls just below her shoulders, blending in with her ebony black fur. Her eyes are a bright sapphire blue, edged with violet, and she's quite slender and small. She wears a loose white shirt and a deep blue skirt that falls past her ankles.
Other: Luin is the innkeeper's daughter, and because of that has a motherly, helpful nature, but is quite impatient. Other than that, she is quite peaceful.

*Edit* Sorry, the bio got messed up.

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[CodenameSplinter]

Name: Quateckskul (Last Name Unknown)

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown/Very Old

Species: Varg

Apperance: White Fur on all of body, except legs and hands, where there is red fur. A black diamond birthmark on bridge of nose. Eyes are red, with white pupils. Over grown claws that curve, and very large fangs that fall over bottom lip.

Other: Not much is known about Quateckskul. He lives in one of the caves in the peaks. He hardly comes out from his home, but only during thunderstorms he will come out. He seems to have a magical connection with lightning, but no one knows. Young Vargs state sneaking into his cave while he was out and finding many books on conjuring and demonic spells. Both his parents were killed at a young age, and Quateckskul became a hermit for the rest of his years. Everyone you will ask knows about Quateckskul, for he is thousands of years old. Quateckskul's past is shrouded in mystery, and only one person knows the true history of Quateckskul, and that is Quateckskul himself.

[Celknota]

Name: Quickfingers, or just Fingers
Gender: female
Age: 16
Species:Gwin...I think that's what it's called. I sorta took it from Inkheart. It's basicly a marten with little horns infront of it's ears.
Apperance: she has smooth long brown fur, her tail is long and bushy. She stands at a height of five foot six, and is lean, but not to the point of malnutrion. Her left pinky is cut off at the first joint. Short, slightly wavy black locks just barely touch her shoulders, and usually get in her dark brown-almost black-eyes. She wears a brown leather vest over a long sleeved white shirt, and breeches that go to her knees. Tied around her waist is a piece of rope, tucked into it is a willow wood flute, some what like a modern day recorder. She carries a four foot long ash wood staff, with a red tassel tied to the top of it. The tassel has no perpose, exept to perhaps entertain the occasional feral cat she meets.
Other: Her pinky was cut off to show that she was once caught of pick-pocketing. She know is a bard, wandering and singing ballads. She is part of the alliance of humans and animals, and her songs are a way of giving information to the others, with out the non-alliance humans finding out.

((yes, Sir Isaac, I kinda stole that from Cart and Cwidder.))

[Sir Isaac]

((Okay, I think we can get this started))

Thornwhistle blinked as the sun peeked over the horizon. He tossed back his hood, and set his hand on Nameless's hilt. He was near a village, he was sure. He approuched slowly, unsure if the village was furre friendly. It looked safe- thne he saw the sign nailed to a tree. It read simply "Hearth." This gave the pegasus much comfort, as Hearth was one of the few villages friendly to both humans and furres. He looked to the east at the sun, before turning north, and walking along the road into town.

[Eo]

*Oakleaf sat just outside the first bulding of the village, an oddly-shaped white fife at her lips. The sound that came out was also odd, yet beautiful... somehwhere between a dirge and a battle march. Her tail wrapped firmly about her legs, as in the dawn it was still quite cold.*

[Celknota]

Fingers awoke as the first rays of the sun touched her face. She was laying on the hay in the back of a moving cart. She sat up, and was able to see a town. "Eh, Mikal," she said to the cart's driver, a dark man, "Wat town es tha?" Her speech was clearly uneducated and slightly hard to follow, as she slurred most of the words together. The driver looked over his shoulder at her. "That, lass, is Hearth." Fingers scratched her head and yawned. "Hearth, eh? Well den, this es me stop." Mikal reined his horses, and handed the odd creature her staff from were it had been laying on the set next to him. "You sure, Quickfingers?" he asked. The bard nodded, hopping off the back of the cart. "Veery, and thanks fer th' ride." she said, then set off into the town, humming to herself.

[aster]

name: Grace Silverclaw
gender: female
age:7
species:wolf/dragon furre
appearence: she looks like a black wolf pup w/ dark purple dragon wings. She wears a dark green cloak and a necklace with a unicorn hair in a small moon shaped jar.
other: Her parents were killed by humans and now she is on the run.

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[shadowfox7092]

Arch awoke from a deep sleep on a carrage on the way to a small village almost as big as a town then all of the sudden a dark figure unsheathed a huge blade engraved with black flames and the the carrage split in two!

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[Sir Isaac]

Thorn, limping slightly - so slightly it could hardly be seen - walked along the cobblestreet road. The sun was working it's way higher into the sky, and the village was only barely awakening. Perhaps he could find an inn for that night. Of course, night was a long ways off, and he did not know if he would still be in town by then.

[Trinity]

Luin woke up from her deep sleep, lying on the verdant grasses outside of the inn. The sun shone straight in her eyes, she ignored that, stretched, and made her way to the cobblestone path leading farther into the village of Hearth. She said friendly hellos to the villagers, and went straight on past the village to the groves of fruit trees. She saw that the large basket was still there, and picked some apples and even a few oranges to store in the cellar. She walked back to the inn, dropped off the fruit, and headed back into the village.

[aster]

Grace yawned and awoke from her spot under the bushes near a village. She stood up and poked her nose out of the bushes. Smells the coast is clear to me, she thought and ventured a few steps outside.