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 Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 1:45 am
This thread is for general roleplay - the area is a large clearing where most of the clans tend to meet, cross paths, etc. - which nothing major ever happens at this clearing, this is the geral grounds in which they do socialize and interact.
It is mostly taboo to fight ehre, although combat is not unknown - it is simply frowned on to have any large fighting break out in the common grounds they have deemed somewhat neutral territory.
Anyone of any rank may come ehre, and although one cannot expect to be treated like equals, there is a somewhat less strict attitude here. Still, repsect is due to the higher ranks, but it is not the formalities that occur within one's own clan at general meetings.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 1:46 am
//. Current News
Nothing is posted on the news board!
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 1:47 am
//. [Reserved for Odds and Ends]
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 1:53 am
Kethiel was sitting on a rock, staring towards the sky idly. Since the Alphas had finally arrived, things would be different, wouldn't they? Hopefully... These were new Alphas, granted the potion by the old ones who wanted to remain in that otherworld... so it seemed the Zoaria were now considering habitating in many worlds and not just one. Who else would come over?
Soraiel was lounging on a tree branch near where Kethiel was sitting, danging an arm off as he laid there. None too fond of the idea of new Alphas, he accepted it only because he new this was a new beginning, in a very untried world that seemed chaotic and confusing only because os much was already here. A mix, a mashing of culture and types...
He wondered if the 'old' Alphas, those bound and determined to remain in the other world, were simply scared of this place... or simply sending them to their doom.
"It's too quiet."
"Others will come about. We're still new here, it's different here. I just wish the old Alphas would grant us a little mroe then we're given."
"Stingy bastards, that's what they are." Soraiel snorted slightly. "We'll make it, I suppose. Don't need them, don't have to listen to them anymore. We have new ones, 'member?"
"Soon enough. It's... different." Kethiel flicked a wing and sighed slightly. "Guess if they're doing this, then it means we're on our own, as we are, to 'fix' the world."
"That's for the enw ones ot decide what we do. Nice ripe world to play in, shame some want to remain back there."
Kethiel simply shrugged to that, scanning the area for signs of other Zoaria or their familiars.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 1:53 pm
Nous had flown on ahead of Harmonia, not so much frustrated with his Zoaria's cautious pace so much as trying to get her to move just a little faster. Despite the Kethel's urging, though, Harmonia had kept to her one-foot-at-a-time caution, uncertain of the new length of her limbs and the weight of her adult body. So it was that a yellow-and-gray blur flicked into the clearing where Kethiel and Soraiel were sitting, turning a cartwheel in midair with an impatient mewl before hovering near the center of the clearing and waiting.
It took at least a minute before Harmonia poked the striped bowl of her head out of the trees, gray-green eyes darting from her wayward familiar to the older pair already occupying the place. "Nous," she hissed, urgently. "Get back here!"
The Kethel gave a flick of his wings, dropping to a two-point landing and sticking out his tongue at the Zoaria. Then he turned about with a flick of his tail, pattering toward Soraiel as brazen as dawn and sniffing the chaos Zoaria's dangling arm over. Harmonia drew a hand down across her face, reluctantly--and slowly--easing into the clearing in hopes of recapturing her wayward familiar.
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