Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2018 14:04:33 GMT
FH Username: Leviathan-
Parents of the litter: Chirstopher and Nastazia
Pup's Full Name: Alastair Irvine Nikotr-Rovere-Talatse-Gozolo
Pup Design Number: #4
Activity Rate [1-10]: 8
Drama Rate [Be honest please. 1-10]: 2-3
Would you like to make a better impression OOC or IC?
OOC.
You are the only one online, what do you do?:
Likely wait around drawing until someone gets online or until I have to leave.
Want to RP? Will you ask us first, or just shoot the post?
Ask first.
I have read, and I agree to everything written in the rules and the role-play pledge and fully accept it- Signed: Alastair, Leviathan-
RP Sample:
- Chasing a Butterfly [Taken from Litter Thread]
The summer sun beat down upon the landscape in unrelenting beams; heat had forced many inhabitants to seek the reprieve of shelter under trees or in caves and dens. No such relief had been sought by a young alabaster pelted juvenile, pale fur reflecting the heat and allowing the youngster to remain cool unlike the darker pelted canines often found among wolf packs. A grin was curved upon an ebony blazed visage, orbs of a muted yellow shifted hesitantly from his mother to the colourful winged creature that had made itself at home a few paces from his own position. He'd been warned; 'don't go too far, Alastair' not even a few minutes ago but the brightly coloured being was just so tempting. Surely mother wouldn't mind? With that thought taking lead, a jovial laugh would escape from his chords, pillars pushing him forward as he bound clumsily toward the small creature, far-too-big paws flailing as he ran forward with no cares or worries. Such was the life of a pup. Floppy audits would occasionally fall over his eyes; irritating but impossible to change. Ah, well. He'd grow into them soon enough.
White-tipped paws would outstretch, reaching for the butterfly with untameable joy until it flew away. The youngster stopped immediately, cranium tilted in curiosity while his brows furrowed in confusion. It flew. Things don't fly. Alastair couldn't fly. Mother couldn't fly. Father couldn't fly. Why could this thing fly? A sharp inhale of breath and a loud giggle later found the alabaster canid following the small creature, "Momma! Momma! It fly!" He'd call out, words loud and slightly slurred; he wasn't quite used to speaking yet, only recently having learned a few words and honestly, speech confused him a little. He communicated with his siblings perfectly fine with just noises. Why make things harder with speech? Alastair would never understand adults. Oh- the flying-thing was landing again. Putting the breaks on, he didn't quite account for the fact that doing so at such a speed would mean falling head first on the ground. Well, he knew now, anyway. A quiet whine left his lips as a limb would rise to run his head, gaze searching for the flying-thing. "Awww," He whined, "Fly-thin' gone." Alastair huffed, auds drooping with the sadness he felt as he hunched over; until his siblings came to bowl him over and a grin was once again present upon his features. Ah, maybe he'd catch it next time, for now it was time to play.
Parents of the litter: Chirstopher and Nastazia
Pup's Full Name: Alastair Irvine Nikotr-Rovere-Talatse-Gozolo
Pup Design Number: #4
Activity Rate [1-10]: 8
Drama Rate [Be honest please. 1-10]: 2-3
Would you like to make a better impression OOC or IC?
OOC.
You are the only one online, what do you do?:
Likely wait around drawing until someone gets online or until I have to leave.
Want to RP? Will you ask us first, or just shoot the post?
Ask first.
I have read, and I agree to everything written in the rules and the role-play pledge and fully accept it- Signed: Alastair, Leviathan-
RP Sample:
- Chasing a Butterfly [Taken from Litter Thread]
The summer sun beat down upon the landscape in unrelenting beams; heat had forced many inhabitants to seek the reprieve of shelter under trees or in caves and dens. No such relief had been sought by a young alabaster pelted juvenile, pale fur reflecting the heat and allowing the youngster to remain cool unlike the darker pelted canines often found among wolf packs. A grin was curved upon an ebony blazed visage, orbs of a muted yellow shifted hesitantly from his mother to the colourful winged creature that had made itself at home a few paces from his own position. He'd been warned; 'don't go too far, Alastair' not even a few minutes ago but the brightly coloured being was just so tempting. Surely mother wouldn't mind? With that thought taking lead, a jovial laugh would escape from his chords, pillars pushing him forward as he bound clumsily toward the small creature, far-too-big paws flailing as he ran forward with no cares or worries. Such was the life of a pup. Floppy audits would occasionally fall over his eyes; irritating but impossible to change. Ah, well. He'd grow into them soon enough.
White-tipped paws would outstretch, reaching for the butterfly with untameable joy until it flew away. The youngster stopped immediately, cranium tilted in curiosity while his brows furrowed in confusion. It flew. Things don't fly. Alastair couldn't fly. Mother couldn't fly. Father couldn't fly. Why could this thing fly? A sharp inhale of breath and a loud giggle later found the alabaster canid following the small creature, "Momma! Momma! It fly!" He'd call out, words loud and slightly slurred; he wasn't quite used to speaking yet, only recently having learned a few words and honestly, speech confused him a little. He communicated with his siblings perfectly fine with just noises. Why make things harder with speech? Alastair would never understand adults. Oh- the flying-thing was landing again. Putting the breaks on, he didn't quite account for the fact that doing so at such a speed would mean falling head first on the ground. Well, he knew now, anyway. A quiet whine left his lips as a limb would rise to run his head, gaze searching for the flying-thing. "Awww," He whined, "Fly-thin' gone." Alastair huffed, auds drooping with the sadness he felt as he hunched over; until his siblings came to bowl him over and a grin was once again present upon his features. Ah, maybe he'd catch it next time, for now it was time to play.