welcome,
MAIN MENU
Season & Time

Summer
August 24th - October 5th

pack pages

                       

Resources
explore OOC Members Search Calendar Open Threads
guide Guidebook/Rules Biology Stars Sparring & Judging System
statistics Points History Cradle - Grave Legends Char. Contest
references Religion Hunting Healing & Herbs Prize Page Staff Donate
Open Cbox
Disclaimer
By using the chatbox you agree to the rules described on the Rules page under the Chatbox section. Have fun. :)

doutaini map

Map of Doutaini

Credits
Summer Icon © KennaLeeStratton
Current Layout Image © Renee
Map Drawing © Doodle
Coding © Tempy & Doutaini Staff
Original Content © Kaji & Crux
Characters © Their respective writers

Users browsing this thread:
1 Guest(s)
GRIT
Posted 09-07-2017, 08:42 PM |
Ira
Rogue
Male, 4.50
Meso-runner
--- in, --- lbs
ep
© ---
An exaggerated grunt of annoyance brushes past Ira's crinkling lips, a frown drawn over his muzzle with tell-tale familiarity. The stench that plagues him turned his mood sour the moment it first hit him, and now he is navigating the half-dried sludge that is spread across Kuro Pit. It's gotten between his toes now, and probably won't come out without a good scrub in whatever lake or river is nearest. He lifts his dark muzzle slowly, vainly pursuing any hint of scent beyond the heaviness of rot that pervades the pit. A groan rumbles at the back of his throat, and he pushes forward, long limbs jerking angrily with each stride. There's an awkward lurch in his step, as if he's taken on the spirit of an infuriated bird, pecking his way across the deadlands. The simmering rust of his eyes is contained behind the curtain of his eyelids, squinting suspiciously out at the featureless expanse. It automatically pulls the ghost of a snarl across his muzzle, deepening the scars that scissor their way through the tousled dark fur. Ira isn't certain where he's headed, precisely; only that Doutaini hadn't been the kindest place thus far, and his heart secretly ached for good company.



[ Reply ]






Posted 09-07-2017, 10:02 PM | This post was last modified: 09-07-2017, 10:03 PM by Domnu
Earth
Domnu
Earth Wolf
Male, 4.50
Meso-fighter
33 in, 126 lbs
41 ep
© Fior

vines and things

he returned. he absence evident he as sure. but after the rains, and the damage his foot had had. rest was needed. his eyes were weary from the amount of sleep he ad got. he felt as though he could not truly wake up. wake up he let a yawn come from his breast, shadowed maw gaping open to reveal pale white teeth. a yellow iridescence coming with age. his jaws snapped together, more force then necessary. he hoped the movement would startle his mind. send signals that this was right. his lethargy creeping in from all angles.

the alabaster creature would give a rough shake of his fur and move on. letting the rough dirt crunch beneath his paws. the summer heat cutting into him. his head would shift, eyes blinking shut against the light. o well. he was here. mine as well see what other creatures found themselves cooking.

little time was lost in waiting. he stands back. eyes scanning the male. wondering when the threat would come. if it ever would. he had heard stories by now. this land could be so harsh. he let his legs carry him closer. just enough to hear and to greet. "hello!"

""
Ira



if i dont reply in 72 hrs, tag the crap outta me <3



[ Reply ]






Posted 09-08-2017, 09:00 PM |
Water
Keston
Water Alpha
Male, 3.50
Endomorph
36 in, 135 lbs
673 ep
© Julie
In the wake of Hotaru’s retaliation and the formation of Water’s temporary colony, Keston found new appreciation for the shores of Cerulean Waters. They were his place to call home—where his wearied mind and body could find rest, where his footsteps found themselves along familiarity and joy, and he was surrounded by those he considered family. Even as the blinding second sun faded from the skies and their pack returned to the kingdom by the shore, the Lioncourt clung to this idea and realized not all had the same opportunity; not all were as fortunate to covet a place to call home, and whether it be by choice or circumstance, after the chaos that had taken hold of Doutaini, Keston was eager to extend the sanctuary of Kei to others. He finds himself taking a well-known path towards Kuro Pit, where he hoped to uncover the prospect of a wolf yearning for a place and purpose among the barrenness of the crater. Draped in a golden tapestry that mimicked the gilded sands of his home, the sun-kissed lion descended the sloping walls to land upon the mud-covered floor. He sets off immediately through the sparse inhabitants that found themselves on a similar mission, clearwater eyes scanning among them until a pair caught his particular interest. With a smile looming across thin lips, Keston bounds towards them at an easy pace, bowing his head with a twitch of russet-rimmed ears in greeting. “Greetings to you both. My name is Keston, an ambassador from the sea.” He announced forthright, sights lingering towards Briar’s man momentarily before settling upon the rogue, the lion’s curiosity brewing behind a set of amiable features.
Ira



[ Reply ]






Posted 09-10-2017, 02:04 PM |
Ice ( Staff )
Anaxagoras
Ice Alpha
Male, 3.50
Ectomorph
41 in, 110 lbs
511 ep
© rae.
Anaxagoras arrives hot on the heels of Keston -- and his gaze lingers upon the water-king as he pulls to a stop before the rogue. He is silent as he sidles up beside the man who smells of brine, and takes care to flash him a sideways grin. " An honor to see you again, Keston. As he is of Water, I am Anaxagoras and I represent Ice. " His thoughts linger on Kei for a moment; the waves that raged against Doutaini's shores were no triviality. Anaxagoras had watched them viciously batter the dunes, purging them up to the bluff where the cemetery overlooks the ocean. Her power was magnificent and unimaginable -- he only hopes that the wolves of Water were safe from her ire. " Your people are in my prayers, " the swarthy king offers solemnly, referring to the recent trauma brought on by his goddess. He ventures to lock eyes with Ira for a moment, then, tilting his muzzle in a gesture of respect. A glance is given to Domnu - a diplomat of earth - and another courteous nod, indicative of his high regard for Kaede and his wolves. Though he is eager to gain another potential member of Ice, he favors the quiet of his own thoughts, preferring instead to allow the others to say their pieces first, while an interested gaze carefully picks and prods at the rogue for more information. The angry slashes across the man's maw give him pause, and his curiosity swells as he ponders over their origin. He does not lead with a fancy magical display, today -- he merely basks in the sunlight beating upon his back, appreciating the summer's warmth before he will retreat back into the frigid clutches of his own abode.

Ira




[ Reply ]






Posted 09-10-2017, 09:03 PM |
Ira
Rogue
Male, 4.50
Meso-runner
--- in, --- lbs
ep
© ---
Ira's head snaps upwards the moment he hears Domnu's voice, pinning the other wolf with a hard stare that is edged in the feral glow of suspicion. He takes note of the bold markings that splash across the greeter's face, in addition to the odd little tuft of fur that droops from his chin. There is nothing about Domnu that appears to hint at aggression, but the swarthy seawolf is painfully aware of hard lessons learned in the past. "Aye, hello," he finally grunts, casting one last wary glance at the strange-looking wolf before tentatively taking a few steps, intending to hurry on.

It's useless to try and escape, apparently; another wolf is quick to join them, and Ira gives Keston a skeptical glance. He is boyish and charming, two traits that force him to recall fond memories of days long gone, when his own face hadn't been quite so mutilated. A wry smile leaps unconsciously to muzzle, pausing again to give the strangers another moment of consideration. It's when a third wolf makes his presence known that Ira finally stops, his grin melting away into a disgruntled frown once more."Right, boys, might s'well fess up," he sighs, bracing his muscular shoulders and settling his weight across all four limbs in preparation for whatever unpleasantness is about to come.

"If yer tryin' t' thrash me, I ain't gonna make it easy, savvy?" comes the raspy growl, hackles bristling in a fan of aggression. It's obvious by the scars that scissor across his face that combat is a familiar dance to him, and he's ready to give them a lesson. Ira glowers at all three, narrowing his ember eyes.



[ Reply ]






Posted 09-11-2017, 10:43 AM |
Earth
Domnu
Earth Wolf
Male, 4.50
Meso-fighter
33 in, 126 lbs
41 ep
© Fior

vines and things


He watched the new wolves appear. hearing their words and a sense of curiosity gripping him. he knew so little of the other packs. he barely had a grip on his own pack. he gave a nod to Keston and watched the other male. he seemed uncomfortable at their arrival. tense. domnu left his defenses down. He did not brace for action, nor clench his muscles. he stood before the rogue and watched. soon they would be joined by another. he had come to the pits before, nothing had come of it, but he was used to others showing up. all ready to take in a new member. Water and ice now.

Were those conflicting elements or merely two fo the same? fire eyes shift between the wolves and flash back to the rogue. who now seems truly concerned. a flash of insult flashes across Domnu's face as the rogue speaks. thrash he takes a step forward and gives a shake of his head. "we.. im.. im not here to fight you?"

the words are sad. his eyes flash down and ears lean back. "were here to offer you a home. each one of us is from a different pack. I am domnu from the earth pack. we are a peaceful pack." his eyes have lifted to the male again. waiting and curious.

""
Ira



if i dont reply in 72 hrs, tag the crap outta me <3



[ Reply ]






Posted 09-12-2017, 07:50 PM |
Water
Keston
Water Alpha
Male, 3.50
Endomorph
36 in, 135 lbs
673 ep
© Julie
Not far behind the lion’s arrival, the telltale sound of footsteps drawing near reach the cusp of his ears. Keston turned to find the king of Ice had joined them, and the smile across his lips is stoked by the familiarity of the recent acquaintance as it reached for cerulean eyes. His head would swoop down in greeting, disturbing the coarse projections of his mane like a ripple over the surface of water. Keston replied silently with the gesture as to not interrupt his introduction, but Anaxagoras simply extended his kindness towards the recent devastation that tore at Doutaini’s coast. “Many thanks, and I wish you all the same—it is a pleasure to see you as well.” Remarked the lion with the continuation of an amiable grin—Kei had spared her kingdom from the ravages within the godly feud as proof against those who doubted in the gods. Kei still cared for the wolves of Doutaini despite her differences with her kin—they all did. Keston’s attention soon shifted towards the rogue man as he transformed with the fan of hackles framing the scaring across his dark features. The warrior clothed in stately regalia incited an involuntary response as his own body is consumed by instincts, drawing the lion into a defensive stance when faced with the uncertainty of the rogue. Keston had no intention of attacking, his demeanor maintaining a diplomatic air, but strangers could be unpredictable and he would not be caught unaware. The man of Earth, seemingly offended at the notion of causing a brawl, spoke up first to clear the air as Keston steadied and tamed his body’s response. “Easy now, sir—I have not come to fight you either.” He offered after Domnu worked to rectify the misconception. Clearwater eyes would remain vigilant as he took a step back to give the man more space, as an effort to ease the tension while Keston stood calmly and confident with his own patchwork of scars—though he did not seek to add another today.
Anaxagoras



[ Reply ]