Post by Random on Jun 13, 2008 12:45:41 GMT -8
Site Name: White Eagle Street
Link: WES
Admin: Bull
Rating: G
Level: Literate
Type: Street Dog RP
Plot:
There are those who hide in their cellars- watching water drip from the ceiling. There are those who charge before the crowd, rage on in the battle, and fight for their rights. There are those who peacefully protest- Vandalize their community and strike the force with nothing but their voice. And then- there are us. We are the dogs of White Eagle Street. We fend from the dust, taste revenge, and let the blood reek our claws and fangs. Mishaps- murders. Two 'Gangs' with nothing on their mind but destroying the other- to keep the food. For their fight is not for rights. Not for a better earth. Not for the environment that they have never known in their brutal street life. Their fight is not even for their Packmates. It is for themselves and for survival. There is nothing that means more to their kind than the taste of meat- than the light. And they will fight and brawl until one reaches the top- of what? Of the darkness? The grope for no thing, search for something they can not hold. And we- they shall die for it.
There are things that can kill a man. There are things that can make his goal worth fighting for.
This is not one of those things.
And as the reek of the garbage odor reaches your nose, you crinkle it. Yes, this is your home. Yes, this is your fate.
Notes: You may link back to WES if you so choose but please put LB in the Subject area. Thank you for your cooperation.
Link: WES
Admin: Bull
Rating: G
Level: Literate
Type: Street Dog RP
Plot:
There are those who hide in their cellars- watching water drip from the ceiling. There are those who charge before the crowd, rage on in the battle, and fight for their rights. There are those who peacefully protest- Vandalize their community and strike the force with nothing but their voice. And then- there are us. We are the dogs of White Eagle Street. We fend from the dust, taste revenge, and let the blood reek our claws and fangs. Mishaps- murders. Two 'Gangs' with nothing on their mind but destroying the other- to keep the food. For their fight is not for rights. Not for a better earth. Not for the environment that they have never known in their brutal street life. Their fight is not even for their Packmates. It is for themselves and for survival. There is nothing that means more to their kind than the taste of meat- than the light. And they will fight and brawl until one reaches the top- of what? Of the darkness? The grope for no thing, search for something they can not hold. And we- they shall die for it.
There are things that can kill a man. There are things that can make his goal worth fighting for.
This is not one of those things.
And as the reek of the garbage odor reaches your nose, you crinkle it. Yes, this is your home. Yes, this is your fate.
Notes: You may link back to WES if you so choose but please put LB in the Subject area. Thank you for your cooperation.