GUESS WHAT!? We will bring Wishing back, and this time, we`re serious! After we do some cleaning and changes, you should be able to roleplay again 8D! I was not able to contact Glacier, however, we can manage without her, even though it is a little more work and sweat. Plus, there is still a little hope that she would show up :3
Among the cleaning and archiving, we will spice up the plot, make some changes to the power system and MUCH more!
This exciting or what?<33
--Lil, MARCH TENTH
*-- Hey guys, it's Cherie/Tabby! Oh summertime, summertime ~ how you bring a hated recession! We will get through this guys, and then be as active and beautiful as we were before! We still have The Opaque One to think about!
*-- We love you guys, and we will do our hardest to fix this-- Summer is almost over, dun dun dun! A lot of people start school back soon which means they will be chained to the house...bwuahaha, with us, bwuahaha! Glac should be back from her beautiful overseas trip soon! Yay!
--Taboo, JUNE TWENTY-SIXTH
Heya guys!
Goodness sakes. Life? IT'S ALIIIIIIIIVE!?!?!? Well, I'm pumped, and back (as if I ever left since I'm always in all of your hearts, right?) so your friendly neighbourhood manslave is here!
Make sure to check out our WishingBook in the Chatalicious board for pics of our amazing members or their lives and how to submit your own!
Wishing is now accepting Non-Wolves. If you have the wishes to pay for one, you can order one in the store and then make it with the new App. Non-Wolves are policed by yours truly, so if you have any question about them let me know!
PLEASE Take a look at the Updates Page, as I am taking a new direction with it in order to keep up. It is now more of a bulletin board, where important facts are pmd to me. You CANNOT spam this enough, so send send!
All sorts of new goodies and special stuffs will be posted here to keep you all updated. That way even those who live beneath a rock will be able to get with the times!
Secret stuff goes on in here. Major plotting, ideas, renovation, who to torture next, you know that kind of thing. Our lovely admin is Glacier but we're looking for other staff!
Aww, you don't like us anymore!? Just kidding haha, because as they say, if you gotta go you gotta go. Post when you're leaving, when you're getting back, how you're getting back, why you're leaving, etc.
We have rules for making characters, so you'd better have read them or else I'll eat you. Our current packs are: Martyr and Canopus. I can tell that you're lazy so here are the links to the bio templates: Wolf Application and Non-Wolf Application
Wanna make your very own, custom pack? There's a app thread for that! Just make sure you have at least 40 posts, bought one at the store, and have at least 4 supporting members whose wolves (at least 4; 1 per member) will join. Packs: 2/4
This is an event usually done with two wolves, one female and one male. If you would like such a thing to happen, please reply using the form provided! Pups will typically be born 2-3 RL weeks after you reply. Breeding is in season!
If you wish to put up your poor characters for adoption, do so here! Just make a thread for it. Hopefully, people with a heart more time can adopt them. Just don't forget to pay the $0 adoption fee kthxbai.
Okay I know this isn't required, BUT FOR YOU IT IS SO GET IN HERE AND POST!! Limit one log per member. Offer good until December 21, 2012. Void where it is prohibited. Participate at your own risk.
From the beach of the mainland starts a sandy shallow that leads you to the Outer Realm. When you reach the isle, you know that you are on the Singing Shores just by listening for a little while. The wind that causes the sands to move on the beach creates an odd, almost magical melody. Nobody knows how this happens, but it is certainly caused by the ancient magic that slumbers here.
A chain of mountains surrounds the whole Outer Realm, but leaves the Singing Shores untouched. The mountains are not as high as those of the Frost Realm, but offer quite a view from the mountaintops. During the sunsets, the higher mountains lay a blanket of shadows over the smaller ones. This is how the place got it`s name.
This forest consists of many different types of trees and bushes. It`s thick, but yet it could be navigated. Sometimes you might get lost, or be more lucky and stumble upon one of the beautiful clearings that are scattered around the whole terrain. The forest hides many mysterious things. Can you keep a secret?
A mighty river runs through the island, twisting and turning violently. But at night, the waters calm. The river soothes you when you happen to take a nap here. If you manage to stay awake, you could witness an outstanding phenomena-shades of green dance below the liquid surface, forming curious strange symbols and images.
A tall, grassy knoll where ancient legend proclaims to be the birthplace of the stars. Indeed you can see every twinkle of the nebulae from that vantage point, and on the rare night, a beautiful display of soft colors plays in the indigo sky. It is perhaps the last remnant of good magic left in the realms.
Thick-trunked trees laden with moss and lichen cover a wide expanse. However, there is one sacred tree of the lot which is said to contain the pulsating heart of all the realms. Very strange things occur near there too. They also claim that if you stepped into the hollow, the way you would die would be revealed to you. Who knows if this is truth or myth?
In this chasm, many a foolish wolf has stumbled to their death. Those who are stupid enough to enter this stretch of land always experience a sense of losing one's sanity. But how is that possible when sanity is lost every heartbeat of their lives? Mor'se'ih'Prisi'rai. Keep my prayers, child. The whole world has no sanity left.
Atop the highest hill lay the ruins of a human castle. Stone slabs and slate are sunk deep into the earth, as if they grew there like budding flora. Amidst this rubble are tentative grasses which poke through the countless crevices of the structure. However, while this castle was once a safehaven, it is now a thing of great danger.
Unlike the sharp contours of most mountain ranges, these peaks have thick, white snow piled softly over each peak. The snow cascades down like rivers and creates a hue that is nearly blinding when the harsh sun slices the whiteness in a certain way. In this way, strange wolves loping through the mountains have the advantage of cover.
This is a frozen valley where the air hangs limp and the sound is dead. Blockaded on opposite sides with lofty mountains that press close, the wind has only a narrow strip of land to blow across. Therefore it doesn't breathe life into the pitifully sparse and scarce area, leaving a slowly dying land in its wake.
Deep into the pallid ocean are a series of glassy ice glaciers. Their delicate edges are sharp enough to cut, and they shimmer bright enough to blind. They are beautiful to look at but like everything in the realms, they are incredibly treacherous. Beauty is a lie, and these gorgeous glaciers are no exception.
Tucked away in the bare face of an icy cliff is a labyrinth of passages and caverns. Glistening stalctites shoot out from above, and spiked stalgmites pierce the bellies of any creature dimwitted enough to trespass. In the shadowy caves, however, are mystic orbs which hang suspended in midair throughout the caverns. What are they? What secrets do they conceal?
They say this was once a land of paradise. Creatures of all hues and sizes would congregate here to enjoy the splendor and views. There were flocks of flowers, rivers of clear water, clumps of tall aspens... But if there were, it is all gone. All that remains is a fine layer of smoldering ash, the long-lost tears of a generation vanished, and that is all it will ever be.
Unlike the usual hazel-scarlet deserts, this one consists of sand of a fine, rich black. Some claim it is the ashen remains of wolves who were incinerated from some phenomenon. Others argue it occured when a volcano spilled lava over the area, which hardened into coal-black dust. Still others are adamant that it is dark magic which created it. Whichever the cause, it is as sacred and deadly as any land in the realms.
In a distant and nearly forgotten past, a great fire consumed the rich pastures like a ravenous pyre. No flora or fauna was salvaged after the wreckage, and even now you can taste the coal and ash sizzling in the air. Sometimes, little sparks would appear in the crevices of the cracked earth but would quickly be snuffed out by the wind. But there are always the clairvoyant beings who warn of another great fire to again sweep out the ash and ravage the realm.
This is strictly not a cemetery. However, the wolves who dwell in the realms have been utilizing as such. Here are buried the fierce warriors, the gallant leaders, the treacherous spies, the innocent pups. Here their spirits mingle and twist until a thick fog is created that perpetually hangs limp in the air. It is a swirling mist that blankets the line of sight until shapes blur into one another and no edges are defined. It is a world without shadows and without reality.
All year round, no matter if its bitter winter, bright spring, or playful summer, the forest is an eternal scarlet-hazel hue. Always are there crisp leaves dotting the floor like tongues of flame, and gnarled stretches of bark appearing as if scorched by some greedy fire. And even the very air is thick and humid. Movements are slow but passion is still imminent.
Through a fractured valley runs a softly trickling stream. However, a thick film of dust and grime coats its surface, and dead things are continually floating amidst the dirt. So naturally, few wolves dare even as much glance at the poisoned waters much less lean over to lick it. Because like most of the treacherous things in the realms, this one brings not death, but a pain so acute that death is their only wish.
Right along the center of a grassy field, a cavity in the earth is opened up. Jagged rocks jut from the sides, like fangs protruding from a gaping mouth. Inside the abyss are a multitude of twinkling precious stones. If the Aurora Lands of the Upper Realm are the birthplace of the stars, than surely this is the place where dying stars are swallowed. It is dark, dreary, and the very icon of hopeless misery.
In a land where wishes are some forgotten past, this structure stands as perhaps the last scrap of a better society. Gashes are engraved in it, vines drape over them, and grass peeks out from its crevices, but it is still a thing of dying beauty. Though it's a well, no water trickles in its bottom. Indeed what is at the bottom is unknown. Those canny enough to peep over the tall walls see nothing but darkness, and a stone dropped in never chinks. Perhaps, this is because there really is no bottom.
So your wolf's caught his eye on some lovely lady? Or perhaps you have a feisty murderess on your paws. Whichever or whatever, here is the place to unlock your brain and pour out imagination! Request characters for a plot or join an existing mini-plot.
Yes we are only human and we do like fun sometimes despite whatever you're thinking right now >.>. Um anyways here it's games and chat galore, just make sure to follow the rules (and don't say 'what rules' we've got some kay?) and have fun!
This is where all the pretty things that hold the site together are. You can post galleries of your work, test out those gorgeous tables, or order one from a studio. You can even make a studio.
If you're an archaeologist, a fanatic of old stuff, or just plain nosy, this is the board for you! All sorts of old and dying threads are here for you to poke at. Just watch out for the ghosts.
No, this is not our site drainage system o.O. Why would you think that? Anyways it is totally guest friendly unless you throw mangoes at our Do Not Throw Food sign. Got it!?
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