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(Could I join as a human? By the way, is there a sort of time period for this? Am I a caveman, a knight or a hacker?)

[[Yes you can join as a human.. it's set in modern times, except for the shrot time we're in the furre world, everything's still medieval then.]]

Amaya was just starting to get settled into the bough, when some freak came up to her.
" And who are you there? This is a private park, not just any urchin can walk in here, if you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police!" Amaya didn't even turn, she just stayed facing away, counting in her head, to keep herself from clawing this inbred from head to disgusting freakish foot. "You really don't know what your saynig you goat, I'm staying right here, and if you try to move me, I'll kill you. " Amaya's voice stayed pleasently calm, but a threatening undertone could be found.
"Y-y-you don't really know who your talking to do you? That's it, Your going to spend your night in jail! Do you like bars?" Amaya Snarled, she hated enclosed spaces, it meant your enemys could get at you from any direction without you being able to strike back. Swinging down, she faced the squat balding thing, and swished her tail with annoyance. "Now I don't know what you want, but I just lost a perfectly good nap because you had mind to! Shall I rip you to pieces starting with your eyes? I shall take them out, and hten, I shall slowly cut the flesh from your skin," She waved her claws, enjoying the effect of sunlight on them. "I suggest you back away slowly." The man had gone from red, to ashen, to see through. " D-d-demon!" He exclaimed, before running away.
Smiling, she headed away from the tree toward the smell of death. "He didn't have to be mean did he?" She replied mock hurt. " I wonder what this battlefield looks like. As she got closer she saw a dark block. "This is one ugly place..." Stepping up to the path, she looked around, and saw prints. "Hmm, could this be my magicker? Should I set fire to them for the headache they caused me?"

Can I join?

Name: Cakian (pronounced Ka-Kie-an)
Gender: male
Animal half: Golden Eagle
Appearance: Fairly tall, with golden feathers, clawed feet and a feathered tail. His eyes are a deep brown, and his huge wings, a more muted color then his feathers, are almost always poised for take off. He wears nothing more then a simple brown tunic, belted at the waist, and a plain bronze ring around his left ankle.
Element: Light
Posessions: The anklet (see above), his clothes and a small glass orb, which he never leaves out of his sight.
History: He had a fairly normal, fairly rich but not too so, life, until his father was assasinated. Then the family fast became paupers, as the father's business was no longer theirs. They split up, and travelled.
Other: Dislikes walking, prefering to fly as much as possible. Annoyingly happy almost permenantly.
(I'll post when I get back from school)

Iaran stormed through the large stone castle of the Mountain cats, her tail lashing viciously from under her dark red dress. "Insolent fools, how dare those Snow cats wander in MY domain!"

She hissed violently as her panther servant stepped on her gown, whirling around in a flash of red she clawed him across the face. "Be more careful servant! I don't want my gown to be covered in footprints!!"

Stalking off once more, Iaran waited for the door to be opened for her and quickly stormed through. But before she knew what was happening, darkness surrounded her, choaking (sp?) her with thick black fog.

Opening her eyes blearily, Iaran found herself lieing in a tree. Straightening her dark crown, she leapt down gracefully, "where am I? What kind of fool would attempt to dispose of their gracious queen in such a horrid manner?"

((I'm in the same area as Amaya. Oh, and was that alright?))

Serrins pack was gaining in speed upon a haples young pegasus-halfling. A few days ago, May-kil, the pack-leader and Salen the alpha-female, leadster of the pack had disappeared. It wasn't unusual. The two would stray away on more then one occasion, looking for a good prey.

But today, the pack had bumped into a trespasser itself. Thus leaving Serrin in command. The chase had been going on for hours now, but none of the wolflings showed any kind of fatigue. This was how they hunted.

The winged halfling, however was running out of trees to sit on and getting exhausted. It landed on a grey-white rock, sticking on the plains.

Immediatly, the pack surrounded the rock. Serrin started to climb the grey structure. Without much words, the others formed a working ensnaring formation.

A white light blinded Serrin for a moment. She shook her head, amazed. Then suddenly the floor gave way. And the wolfling started to fall.

((Thats fine, see you there! Oh, and I love the way you join in with Eo's character, good job Kuroro!))

[[Ooh, very cool... yes, gpup, you can join. I actually originally had a different reason for being chased by wolves, but I like that. Just remember you're a furre... I found it difficult to remember that too, I just posted in the Wolf Pack Rp.... hehe. Unless you weren't the clan of wolven bandits and you were chasing another pegasus furre?]]

*Oak made her way through the open and stinking area, staring up at the tall tower... some sort of writing was on it, but she had never learned to read any language other than that of her home in the White Mountains, and that was gone, lost. The hard surface below here seemed to be composed of millions of little black stones... she was frightened now, she recognised the smell from the tower spewing smoke... the smell of flesh burning, the smell of equine flesh burning, Pegasus or not... she panicked, running now, out of the lot, the thought of Rannaron and his troops, fresh lingering on her mind... early dawn was arriving in this strange and stony place, and she moved into the dark streets between blocks of buildings... something familiar met her among the horrid smell, at last... but they were smaller... several animals stood in the alley, stock-still, unsure of what they met there. Suddenly, foraged food from huge metal bins still in their mouths, they ran, all at once. Oakleaf had never been more scared, save for the great massacre... no, she reminded herself, don't think of that... but when a squirrel warrior is shrunken, declothed, and frightened of you, something indeed is wrong. Once more she began to run, thinking of what she might see next... and then she did something very stupid. She abandoned the idea of running, and flew.*

Cakian hovered over the small village, rising and falling as his wings flapped. He looked hungrily down at the market, focusing particually hard on a vast milk churn behind one stall. He could just...No! He reeled himself back- he would not stoop that low. Sighing, he flew off, not willing to taunt himself any longer. He would eat rats, same as usual, and if he was lucky a rabbit. Raw food no longer bothered him.
Landing at the edge of a forest, he folded his wings. The scent of the air was wild and earthy, and he clicked his beak in distaste. He had always lived in towns, and how anyone could stand this much mud was beyond him. Still, it wasn't cold, and was full of food, so the smell and mud wasn't too offputting. He looked around, sniffing the sky, eyes locking to any movements, when a bush twitched right in front of him, about a hundred metres away. He smiled. He would eat tonight.
He crushed his wings closer to himself, completely silent, getting closer and closer to the hapless thing, pressed to the ground. In a second, it disappear, just like that. Very confused, he sat up and sniffed. The rabbit had vanished. There was no scent, no sound, nothing. He walked closer towards where it had been. Still nothing. He walked closer still, right where the rabbit had stood...
A sudden fog appeared, engulfing him. He couldn't see anything but fog, pale and grey, and smothering his senses. He paniced, and tried to fly, but couldn't, with something solid just above his head. Opening his beak to scream, he let in some of the fog, and choked. Spluttering and coughing, he fell to the ground, forcing the stuff out of his lungs. Just when he thought himself able to breathe, something huge and heavy smashed into his side. He collapsed, out cold.

((bah, this dleted twice, and I had to re-type it! ))

Amaya continued down the path, following the prints, till they ended, blocked by a large wall. With the end of her only newly begun quest, Amaya turned away sickened. Turning back to the living dead forest, she could have sworn she saw a black fog like her own. Shaking her head, disgusted, she continued back down the path, until she reached another tree. Settling her back against it, she took her canteen, and drank its water. For some reason, it seemed to ease her headache. The headache itself was probably caused by all the smells that assaulted her. Screwing the cap back on, she closed her eyes, and tried to build a scent picture in her mind. A few of her kind were nearby, although, so were some inbred freaks. Every now and then, a streaking animal would come into her muzzle, but nothing drastic. A smaller building to the east of her was another inbred, but it was plain that it was his living quarters. She might as well ask him for directions home. Anyplace was better than this diseased hell.

(Eh well. All the Furres are taken... there are some things my trek could prevent, I guess. I'll sign up as a human. I was kind of hurrying reading through it...)

Name: Tirea
Gender: Female
Animal half: None?
Appearance: Light brown hair, blue eyes. Tall. Wears an assortment of different clothes everyday, usually tending towards Rennaissance times, and no dresses
Element: None?
Posessions: A couple of dollars, a small stone shaped somewhat like a dragon, and a pack filled with an assortment of stuff
History: Orphaned at an early age, she was taken in by a young couple. She has always loved mythical creatures. The stone is a lone remembrance of the parents she never knew
Other: A young girl of about 14, Tirea seems like she belongs in a different era, adopting almost everything from the Rennaissance times except for the talk.

(If I could ask waht area of Earth we are on?)

[[We're in some large city, maybe Chicago.. or New York...]]

(Alright. I'll make it New York. And I'm assuming it's night.)

Tirea walked around, her nose twitching with the smell. She knew she shouldn't have been around Central Park at night, but something had drawn her here. Something strange. But she wondered who had gotten killed and how long they had been there--hopefully for a long time.

Something moved, and Tirea jumped. She turned around to see what it was, but it was just a squirrel. It chittered at her, as if scolding her for being here that late at night, and then went back to its home. But Tirea wasn't paying attention to the squirrel anymore, because there was something much larger. Some kind of creep, because in the dim light the moon provided she could swear she saw something that definately was not human, but not totally animal...

[[It's just before dawn, but I guess New York is so big it doesn't matter, dawn should come at different times in differet areas.]]

Stretching, she fluidly stood, testing the air, she smelt some one behind her. She started to walk, and then whirled, and appeared beside the girl, with incredible speed. "Inbred, Who are you, and why do you seek to sneak upon me?" Amaya took in the girl. She dressed normally enough, not like the man from the place before. Setteling onto her haunches, she waited for the girl to reply, absently licking a nick she had on her paw, probably from the tree she had rested in. "And do tell me inbred, Where the hells am I?"