It's the end of the 19th century and the end of an era. Humankind begins to expand into Mother Nature's domain, leading to disastrous consequences for the natives of the land. Many grow desperate to maintain their territory or stake their claim in any land in any way they can. As human settlement continues to threaten nature, the wolves of the five western states face a grueling decision: survival by all means necessary or die trying.
We are a semi-realistic, liquid-time, sandbox-esque wolf roleplay very loosely based off of the world of Red Dead Redemption II. Vestige offers a variety of diverse regions spanning five different states to explore, an automated shop, and user-led packs. How will you leave your pawprints on the world of Vestige?
WEATHER Snow finally arrives to the West with the arrival of winter! Ambarino's nights get colder and longer, while the states of West Elizabeth and New Hanover get their share of snowfall. New Austin and Lemoyne are spared from the frost, but there is a distinct, wintery chill in the air.
EVENTS Rumors spread of NEW PACKS FORMING throughout the five states. In addition, canines in the region of BIG VALLEY, WEST ELIZABETH are having more frequent run-ins with hunters seeking out prized commodities: wolf, coyote, and fox pelts to trade.
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Full Name | Wrathmange Nicknames | Mange, Frostwitch, Age | 4 Pack | Redfrost Rank | Head Gender | Female Sexuality | Homosexual/Lesbian Mate | X Offspring | X
appearance
Species/Breed | Eastern Wolf x Red Wolf
Wrathmange is a pale thing, with a coat primarily the color of an opaque shadow. Her silvery grey and off-white sable fur is accented with pinkish tan markings that swirl through her coat and break up the monotony. She stands on four large off-white paws which carry her slightly mutilated but fluffy body forward with confidence and grace.
personality
Likes
Flowers
Bears
Rivers
Mountains
Skulls
Dislikes
Pregnancy
Heat
Warling
Sanctimony
Strengths
Intelligent
Driven
Organized
Weakness
Deranged
Fanatical
Self-loathing
Dreams
Be torn to shreds as the ultimate sacrifice to the One
Meet the One
Fears
Mundane death
Warling
Wrathmange is an intelligent creature with very clear ambitions and an innate pension for manipulation whether she's trying to be misleading or not. In her mind, everything she says is truth, and if someone needs a little more persuasion, well... Anything can be justified. She is touched in the head but doesn't let that stop her. Where she lacks in stability, she makes up for in vigor, harnessing her fanaticism and channeling it toward doing what she thinks is good. She is dedicated to those she cares about. Every ounce of fanaticism is matched by a fierce intelligence; every moment of cruelty is balanced by a softness and an appreciation for certain beauties of life.
She's resilient and masochistic, able to endure great pain while enjoying it to a degree as well. While many of those who do what she does would agree this masochism would be advantageous, Wrathmange has never felt fully aligned with this sentiment and harbors a deep self-loathing because of her unusual nature. To make matters worse, she cannot fathom being the spawn of such a cruel, evil being as Warling, and wrestles with the idea that she, too, is simply born to be vile and undesirable.
history
Generation | 1 Parents | Sanger x Warling Siblings | X Other family | if any
The mountains are a wild place, with perils around every corner and isolation for miles. It was within the dank, dark maze of a cavern leading deep inside a mountain that danger found Sanger, a vivacious young wolf out with a scouting party. She was caught in a blizzard, separated from her fellow hikers, and had retreated into the cave only to begin exploring and get lost in the labyrinthine twists and turns. Cloaked in shadow and armed with a silver tongue, a beast named Warling came swiftly upon Sanger as she splashed through ice cold puddles in the dark. He offered her his knowledge and his aid, promising to help her out of the cave which he currently called his home in exchange for a favor whenever he should ask for it. Warling was cunning and manipulative, an exile from a land far different and far more untouched than the one he and Sanger inhabited now. He told Sanger that he was run from his home and had been living by the skin of his fangs for some time now, lonely and sad. He taught her how to live in the cavern, but kept her hungry and weary and afraid with the constant concern that he would leave her to find her own way if she messed up, and the ever-present danger of encountering the beast that also lived within its many interweaving halls. He was only as nice to her as he needed to be, and when he was, it was most certainly not out of kindness.
When Sanger was finally out of the cave and back on the path to her pack, she was forever changed. No longer was she able to go out on runs with the rest, much preferring to stay in the safety of the pack land for fear of getting lost once more. She could not speak for weeks after her return, and even when she finally relaxed enough, she would not recount her experience. As the days wore on, she began to display obvious signs of pregnancy, and her pack allowed her the freedom to choose her fate. Everyone had assumed she was dead or simply ran off for good, they had already done their grieving. She had almost no place in the pack as the wolf she had become, and though they never explicitly said so, Sanger knew she couldn't remain. She decided to give birth, but to then be sacrificed so her essence may disperse and her flesh be offered as tribute. So were born six small pups, whose weaning came early but whose life was now in the paws of the pack.
Of all the pups born around the time she was born, Mange was the most avid believer in the ways of the pack. She was the first to choose a name for herself in the Naming Ceremony, and the first to volunteer to participate in the Ritual of Pleasing when she was old enough. She led the younglings to various small victories in pseudo-hunts, and she had a great deal of vision for the direction of the pack's progression as they migrated south to accommodate the growing numbers. Given her dedication and drive, when the time came once more to prepare for the death of the Head, she was unanimously selected to lead the pack in the old leader's place and her training began.
However, the glow and happy nervousness of being asked to head the pack to which she had dedicated herself was interrupted shortly; a large lone wolf approached the borders of the land, one day, and was granted audience with Wrathmange. Though not alone, she felt very isolated as the wolf drew nearer - as though he lived within a void which would swallow her whole and trap her with him. Everyone gave him a wide berth, and Mange herself grew tense. The wolf introduced himself as a simple loner, seeking refuge, but Wrathmange had a feeling he was lying. There was something in his eyes, the paleness of his skin, and the way he carried himself that was very wrong. Some of the others saw it, too, and voiced their concerns to the she-wolf. And then there was the fact that the two wolves just looked way too similar for comfort. If this was Wrathmange's birth father, she wanted nothing to do with him. The pack had told her how her mother had come back traumatized and pregnant, and she knew that nothing good could ever come from allowing that sort of evil to live with her family. Whomever this wolf was, he was not her family, not by a long shot. So she sent him away.
Only a few days later, she found him stalking the borders once more on a cool, windy evening, and this time she was completely alone. Having gone for a walk to clear her mind, Wrathmange was caught off guard by the sheer force of impact when the wolf who now identified himself as Warling came barreling into her. He told her who he was as he pinned her to the ground, paw on her throat while she pawed and clawed and writhed to get up. They fought across the snowy plateau, drawing perilously close to the cliff side. Blood stained the slushy ground where both wolves scrambled and scuffled, and snarls and yelps echoed through the crisp cold air. Eventually Wrathmange came out on top, being the more spry of the two, but not without having sustained significant injuries. She made Warling back off and leave as more of the pack finally made it to the plateau. Warling promised to be around, however; he knew how to live as a loner, stealing what he needed and getting what he wanted. He left Mange with a parting thought: He could find her anywhere, and he was not afraid to let her suffer before killing her. Time had not been kind to him, but it would be much less kind to her if she ever crossed him again.
Burn (guest): Hello, just thought I'd say that this is a really awesome idea for a roleplay! Wolves and westerns are two of my favorite things; I'll definitely be stalking this! Best of luck with your roleplay ^^
Aug 12, 2021 14:06:24 GMT -5
psy: Thanks Burn! Feel free to hop in our Discord if you're interested in keeping up or if you have any questions ^^
Aug 12, 2021 18:02:29 GMT -5
Sacred Hearth: so i can't seem to post in affiliates as a guest. I already added your button to our website (sacredhearth.proboards.com) Was trying to get you guys to do the same
Aug 16, 2021 18:01:31 GMT -5