Soap With Mo owo
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Thread Topic: Soap With Mo owo
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I have, like, ten plots. Let me find them..
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Actually, I really like this one oooo .w.
Muse A lives in a small village at the edge of their kingdom. They're well known for what they do- Hunt. Muse A doesn't just hunt for food, though. They work directly under the king, exterminating dangerous supernatural creatures. They're good at what they do, and with no mercy to what Muse A calls "Ungodly beasts," almost everyone fears them.
Muse B is a werewolf, a member of one of the last thriving packs that lays deep in a forest, secluded and hidden away from the threat of hunters like Muse A. The king was unaware of their presence until a man hunting deer saw one of their scouts shift. News traveled fast in the small kingdom, and Muse A arrived shortly, setting up camp in an abandoned cabin not far from the packs headquarters. After weeks of false trails and second-long encounters, Muse A prepares to head out, not planning to turn back until they find the packs nest, and kill every single one.
Right as they're opening the door, though, Muse B hears a small scream from near the river, and heads out, to find a Muse B caught in one of the traps he set. Muse B was in their human state, coming down only to get water, and hadn't seen the trap in the darkness. While flailing around in an attempt to get loose, Muse B hits their head on some rocks, knocking them out.
Muse A has no idea if Muse B is a werewolf or not, and doesn't want to take the risk of killing someone. So, they take Muse B back to the cabin, and try to treat them there, unaware that Muse B is the Alpha's daughter/son.
Before long, Muse B's pack comes looking for them, but upon the request of now healed Muse B, they don't kill Muse A, but rather take him back and hold him prisoners. Muse B attempts to show Muse A their peaceful way of life, and, slowly, he begins to trust the young werewolf. However, a small fight between him and a scout leads to him being bitten and turned. Can Muse A live as the very thing he hates? Or will he take out the pack, himself included, as the king ordered him to? -
I'll be whatever you don't wanna be. x3
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ahhh you pick please
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I will eat everything you love I swear
Just kidding just fixing the post order x3 -
nuuuuu
If you eat Western, you'll get fat there's so much
um um whale I guess I'll be the wolfie
you pick what gender you want -
Mm I honestly think a female hunter would be cool.
Also storming so may disappear. -
She gon be a badass
I understand. We've had so many bad storms lately. -
It'll take me a while to make her, heads up.
Sammmmme. -
Same. I allows struggle with names.
Too much rain -
Anyways here she is I guess sighs
Name: Nevaeh Ether
Age: 23-25ish?
Gender: Obviously Female
Appearance: (Couldn't find a decent picture) Nevaeh has a slight build, though most of her muscle mass lays in her legs and arms. She's thin, with outlines of abs, though they're not too defined. Nevaeh is taller than most of the girls she's met- 5'6". Her hair is a dark brown color, and her eyes are brown, too. The freckles that splatter her face are the only think that even starts to stand out about her. Despite the shape that her hunting clothes give her, Nevaeh's hips don't lie.
Personality: She's rough and tumble, stubborn, has a sarcasm problem, and over thinks things. Highly skeptical, untrusting, and a little rude and unmannerly at times.
Other: Has various bows, most hand made. Knives, swords, even a few sling shots. Is skilled with post weapons, but, again, prefers bows and spears. -
She sounds lovely~ :3
Name: Rhonen Jin
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Standing proudly at 5'11 with tanned skin and longer dark hair. His body slim but well toned, defined muscles. Despite living in the woods, he's dressed in rather casual and loose clothing.
Personality: Very prideful and noble. He will refuse to fight someone that turns to violence before reason, and sees them as nothing more than a rabid animal. He prefers to avoid being in the presence of any human and keeps away when they are near as he feels they lack the compassion that wild animals have.
Other: The chief/Alpha male's son. He is expected to be the next Alpha male but still must prove his dominion over the others. He, along with his fellow werewolves, become weak during the New Moon and are unable to change. -
(She is lovely until she sticks a knife up your butt.
Let me get us started`)
The cabin would have seemed lonely, but all Nevaeh knew was being alone, so it didn't bother her much. What did bother her, though, was the lack of success she had had in her month of living in the ramshackle building. Obviously, the werewolves who inhabited these woods were smart- They avoided her, and when she did seem to find one, they lead her away from their nest, away from their watering hole, and away from their hunting area. Away from anywhere that others might be.
Tonight, the weather had taken a turn for the cold of winter. It was still mid autumn, but traces of what would be a rough few months lay all over the land before her. Leave crinkled under her step, which wasn't even very heavy. Though she knew she would be away from the cabin for possibly a weak or more, she traveled light. A thin wooden bow with ten thin, wooden arrows, tips made of silver. Multiple silver-coated knives hung from her belt, the shortest one the length of her pinkie, the longest brushing against the inside of her knee as she walked. Of course, she had matches in her breast pocket, and some simple knives for cleaning rabbits and such that she would catch for food with the three simple arrows that she had for that purpose.
Nevaeh unstrapped her water pouch from her belt as she turned back to look at the small cabin once more, letting out a puff of misty breath. Her first stop was to get water, and then, to find the horrid beasts nest and kill every single one. -
(omg poor Rhonen)
Having been warned by his fellow pack members, Rhonen had still left the security of their nest to fetch more water for everyone. The New Moon had recently passed, so it was dangerous for them to go out knowing they can't change. But they hadn't expected to run out of water supply, and the chief's son was too proud to let his pack dehydrate.
It was dark out and a bit frigid from the upcoming winter, but the young wolf didn't mind. Only pups needed help staying warm during cold seasons. Their skin wasn't tough yet, so they couldn't control their body heat. Rhonen remember his own youth, freezing in the winter and having to sleep his mother's nest. He smiled at the fond memories, not paying attention to where he was stepping before it happened.
A sudden pain shot through him from his calf, and he collapsed sith a loud, pain-filled yowl. He struggling to break free from whatever trap clamped onto him, but found that it only tore into the flesh more, causing Rhonen to let out another cry. He hoped someone from his nest could hear, and that they would be brave enough to come to his aid. During this time, the wolf found himself becoming more exhausted from the pain and shouting until eventually the world went entirely black. The last thoughts on his mind were that he was in a Hunter's trap and that he wouldn't be waking again. -
(Haah Nevaeh is such a babe)
She was hardly half a step into the tree line when she heard the scream. It was human, but that didn't stop her from drawing a knife as she put her water bag back on and ran toward the source of the noise. That was the thing about werewolves- They disguised themselves as humans, made you think they could be trusted. And then they would turn into their human form- Horrid wolves that would destroy everything with a pulse. Nevaeh pushed her own memories aside as she jumped over a log, coming up behind a man who had gotten his leg stuck in one of her traps.
Nevaeh stayed behind a tree, watching him for a few minutes- He was out. And he didn't turn, like most werewolves would when they were in pain or threatened. Of course, Nevaeh knew a bit about the creatures- That they couldn't turn during the New Moon, but she didn't know that the effects could linger. And, so, as she moved to put the knife in the creature's neck, a bit of doubt hit her. What if he was human? Nevaeh had never killed a beast while it looked like one of her own. It was a rule. You had to be sure. Murder was, of course, murder, and she didn't feel like being hung for not being careful.
With a sigh, she put the knife away, grabbing a thicker one to pry the trap open with. She had a bit of trouble lifting the man over her shoulders, but she somehow got him there.
Oh, he smelt bad. If he was human, Nevaeh thought, he must be a hermit. As she walked back to the cabin, she drew air in through her mouth. It was a long walk, and her shoulders ached by the time she dumped him on the floor of the single roomed shack.
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