(This is for the moderators) The Silencing is a sort of pack dictatorship RP, inspired by my interest in WWII and history in general. If at any point it becomes inappropriate for any reason, please tell me or take it down.
The Silencing
The pack of Xanu was hidden deep in the woods, surrounded on all sides by mountains. The only easy way out of this hollow was a narrow passage. Wolves used to go freely, visiting the Sanue Hollow and its pack. However, one day, the passage unexpectedly closed. Wolves on the outside tipped their heads in confusion as they saw the large rocks that had been rolled to block the path. Maybe it was an accident, they thought, or an infection that couldn't be allowed to spread. They waited, but for weeks it stayed closed. Rumors started to spread, rumors of an ambitious he-wolf known as Zoraan. "He trapped the others!" They would say. "We must help them!" But no help was ever sent.
Inside the barriers of Sanue Hollow, Zoraan had the Xanu pack in an iron grip. He had a squad of wolves most loyal to him around him at all times. No one was allowed to speak out. No one was allowed to leave. They tried, of course, but the mountains were harsh, and near no one survived. The tunnel was guarded. All who tried to escape mysteriously vanished, becoming nothing but screams and empty memories...
This is a free-to-join RP! I have a few roles set out, but feel free to do any :> You may play as many characters as you like! Simply state what they are and I will put it below.
Roles:
Xanean (Loyalist):
Xanean (Rebel): Dawn by Lunar Howlers, Hurricane by Cybertronic AU
Xanean (Neutral):
Hunt Member:
Outsider:
Custom: Shade by Cybertronic AU
(Rebel) Dawn dipped her head as Zoraan spoke, standing atop a tall rock, surrounded by the Hunt, his personal guard. They snarled at the gathered pack, their coats shining while our were dull and matted. No one dared speak as Zoraan prowled above us, so small yet so terrifying. Dawn's head was dipped, eyes averted. She had the mask of an obedient Xanean, exactly as Zoraan wanted. And she was plotting to kill him.
Zoraan gazed around at the gathered wolves, his Hunt all around him. Look at these pathetic creatures... they needed a strong leader like him to beat them into shape. If that took a few deaths, so be it. They were weak anyway.
"From this day forward, no wolf is to be out past moonhigh. This is due to certain... troublemakers roaming around, attempting to commit treason. Now, there is something you all need to understand." His red eyes glinted. "This. Is. For. Your. Own. Good. I simply want what is best for all of you. It is dangerous at night, when the beasts come out. If you are caught out past moonhigh..." The Hunt's teeth glistened.
He scraped his claws across the stone, causing a screech. The gathered wolves flinched. He examined the sharpened points. "Well? Off to your work, I'm sure there's plenty to do!" They scattered like bugs under a lifted stone. Just as they should-- He speaks, they listen. Simple. But something caught his eye- a small gathering of wolves, speaking in tones too quiet to be heard. His lip curled. He would handle this. He stalked towards the group, tail swishing in anger.
