TAKING STEPS IS EASY - STANDING STILL IS HARD

WELCOME
THE CAGE IS FULL
It's about time you got here. Geez. We've been waiting all day for you to turn up. Now why don't you sit back, grab the nearest fluffy critter that you can, and get a move on! We've missed you.

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THE CHILDREN OF THE EMPIRE
AVALIEL
♂ 02
♀ 04
x 00
VALAREN
♂ 03
♀ 03
x 00
ELREN
♂ 00
♀ 01
x 00
SHURAL
♂ 00
♀ 00
x 00
MURDREN
♂ 02
♀ 05
x 00
NYTHIA
♂ 00
♀ 02
x 00
LONERS
♂ 09
♀ 10
x 01
MESSENGERS
♂ 01
♀ 01
x 00
TOTAL
♂ 14
♀ 25
x 01
UPDATES
JANUARY 25TH, 2015
A new patch has become available! This includes new lands, and a crapload of new species! get out there, explore, claim lands, make enemies, make babies, idc. Do whatever it is you guys do. <3

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Myst Stonewalker

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Jan 29 2015, 09:24 AM
Name: Myst
Species: Snow Leopard x Sea Eagle hybrid
Age: Three
Coat Color: Silver /w light touch of lavender, white underbelly
Eye Color: Bicolored: Right is blue, left is violet
Mutations: Natural - Retractable claws, feathers (growing from shoulders, forelegs, and hind heels), raptor dewclaws. Other - Heterochromia, fluffy fur, glow
Markings: Standard leopard rosettes, all nearly-black dark purple (purple can only really be seen in direct light). Nick on right ear. Image in signature.
Health %: 100
Any Previous Litters: N/A
Jan 27 2015, 06:50 PM
When Myst had taken up the mantle of leadership, she had known that she would be subjecting herself to a range of new feelings. Stress. Responsibility. Pride.

Sexual frustration was not something she had expected to put herself through.

Grumbling and growling, Myst redoubled her scratching on a thin, much-abused pine trunk. It already bore long gouges from where the antsy leopardess had been taking out her directionless irritation on it. The wordless desire flooded her mind, clouding her thoughts and leaving her distracted and snappish, even at her beloved clanmates. She still hated herself for snapping at Katinka for accidentally waking her up a few days ago, and the image of the young wolf's hurt expression had remained with her.

Snarling quietly, Myst stretched up and dragged her claws down the poor tree, leaving eight, sap-leaking gouges down the bark. She rubbed against it, breathing in the pine-scent and trying to ignore the instincts that gripped her, to little avail. Frustrated and irate, she stalked off, unable to clear her mind. There were only two males in Avaliel at the moment. Zanshu, stalwart and kind, was a good soul, but as a herbivore, he didn't really do it for her. No, the one she couldn't stop thinking about was her Fangmaster, Tyriolk.A bit old, maybe, but still powerful and courageous. She remembered how they had hunted side by side in their Spring ceremony, how it had been made evident that despite his injury, he was as ferocious as ever.

If her quadruped form had the capability, Myst would have punched something.

Her aimless wanderings led her to a small clearing. Near the trees was a smooth, rounded boulder, and it was onto this boulder she flopped, glaring at nothing in particular. For a moment, she almost considered walking up to Tyirolk and propositioning him, if only to quiet the damned buzzing in her skull. She dismissed the idea as ridiculous. It was entirely un-Chieftess-like behavior, and besides, she doubted he harbored the same feelings, even if they were accented by the season.
Jan 27 2015, 10:24 AM
Myst, like many of Tundra's inhabitants, had learned of the destruction of the southern glacier that had cut off the primordial, frozen land from the rest of the world. At first, she hadn't intended for the event to change Avaliel's way of life in any fashion, but as days dragged on, and her incessant curiosity about the lands beyond grew, Myst found herself faced with a decision. They could remain here in the north, or they could see what the rest of their world had to offer.

She stalked through the forests that they had come to call home, back to the den site they had used during spring. Warm sunlight flooded down through the branches, though she knew that Tundra's balmy summer would eventually give way once more to fall, then winter. Last season had been brutal, and she wondered if the rest of the world had felt it as well in some form. She paused for a moment, letting her bicolored eyes commit the little glade to her memory, then released the coughing bark that she used to call her clan across distances. She leaped onto a large boulder nearby and waited. Presently, her clanmates began to trickle in, and she began her speech.

"Avaliel, we've endured much together. No doubt you've all heard of how Ignus has destroyed the ice wall far to the south, which, until now, had kept Tundra as a world of it's own. I have yet to venture past it myself, but from what I've heard, there are lands and creatures to the south that we could never imagine." She paused to draw in a breath, and to steel herself for the choice she was offering her clan. "I propose that, for the time being, we leave our home in the Myar Forest and, as a clan, explore the world we've now been reconnected to." She looked from creature to creature, trying to gauge their reactions. "I have no intention of launching this expedition if you all do not support it, however. We will take a vote. Speak your opinions, and I will listen."

(If you don't have time to post, just PM me what your character's opinion would be.)
Jan 5 2015, 07:37 PM
When Myst had taken up the mantle of leadership, she had known that she would be subjecting herself to a range of new feelings. Stress. Responsibility. Pride.

Sexual frustration was not something she had expected to put herself through.

Grumbling and growling, Myst redoubled her scratching on a thin, much-abused pine trunk. It already bore long gouges from where the antsy leopardess had been taking out her directionless irritation on it. The wordless desire flooded her mind, clouding her thoughts and leaving her distracted and snappish, even at her beloved clanmates. She still hated herself for snapping at Katinka for accidentally waking her up a few days ago, and the image of the young wolf's hurt expression had remained with her.

Snarling quietly, Myst stretched up and dragged her claws down the poor tree, leaving eight, sap-leaking gouges down the bark. She rubbed against it, breathing in the pine-scent and trying to ignore the instincts that gripped her, to little avail. Frustrated and irate, she stalked off, unable to clear her mind. There were only two males in Avaliel at the moment. Zanshu, stalwart and kind, was a good soul, but as a herbivore, he didn't really do it for her. No, the one she couldn't stop thinking about was her Fangmaster, Tyriolk.A bit old, maybe, but still powerful and courageous. She remembered how they had hunted side by side in their Spring ceremony, how it had been made evident that despite his injury, he was as ferocious as ever.

If her quadruped form had the capability, Myst would have punched something.

Her aimless wanderings led her to a small clearing. Near the trees was a smooth, rounded boulder, and it was onto this boulder she flopped, glaring at nothing in particular. For a moment, she almost considered walking up to Tyirolk and propositioning him, if only to quiet the damned buzzing in her skull. She dismissed the idea as ridiculous. It was entirely un-Chieftess-like behavior, and besides, she doubted he harbored the same feelings, even if they were accented by the season.
Dec 11 2014, 10:43 AM
(This is mandatory for carnivores, optional for herbivores, and open to any loners who might like to join Avaliel)

Myst had awoken that day to a sound she had almost forgotten: trickling water. The snow that had suffocated her territory for months was finally melting. The air was still cold, but the sky was clear, and as she emerged from her den, she had to blink away the brightness of the sun. Spring, at long last. Joy swelled in her heart. For a time, she had worried that the tiny clan she had labored for would starve and fragment in the unforgiving winter, that she would let them all down. But lo and behold, somehow they had pulled through. And that warranted a celebration.

Myst's family had always greeted the return of warmth with a celebratory hunt, and she would attempt to bring the same tradition here. They would find something large, enough to fill all their shrunken bellies, and bring it down together as a team. That just left the question of what they should choose as quarry. For a moment, Myst considered leading an expedition deeper into the forest to hunt a mighty aurochs, but decided against it. Her Diplomat was half steer, killing a bull might be in bad taste. Instead, perhaps they would find one of the magnificently-crowned Irish Elk that roamed these woods. In addition to feeding her clan, Myst could also use it as an opportunity to call down the favor of the gods for a good year. She had heard rumors of the mythical beings descending to Tundra, and while she disliked groveling, she figured there would be no harm in attempting to curry some favor with them.

Invigorated by the sunshine, she set off into the woods, finally catching a whiff of great elk and following it. She discovered small herd, led by a bull. He would be dangerous prey, but his flesh would feed each and every one of them for a week. Remembering their location, she returned to Avaliel's main grounds and delivering a coughing bark into the skies, the leopard version of a roar. She intended to call her clan to her, so they could begin the hunt. As an afterthought, she sent a second call into the air, one pitched to carry past Avaliel's borders as an invitation to any hungry loners. Extra jaws would be a help in this hunt, and if they decided they liked being part of her clan, that would be a bonus.
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