Roleplay

[img]http://eskipaper.com/images/rainforest-wallpaper-9.jpg[/img] [center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/jungle-fever-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181113/ba9b6a62e9469e2e24c7d7f9db70a7f8.png[/img][/url] [url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/jungle-fever-inline-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181113/cd634a05616ead7e7dee073c2d8d6733.png[/img][/url][/center] [columns] [img]https://i.imgur.com/JgsaEVk.png[/img] [nextcol] [font=Garamond][size=4]A vast world, the contents of which are beyond comprehension. Deadly, scorching and endless deserts, vast seas of crashing waves and giant predators, the open fields and chilly tundras - even they aren't without their dangers and plights. Yet in the midst of such a savage province, rests a beautiful land... "untouched" by such perils. A magical land one could truly call whimsical, dreamy - [i]paradise.[/i] Or so the residents think. By gods, for gods, and ruled by gods. While all lands are ruled by the deities, many harbor a special fondness for Faedreara - unlike the burdens of their cousin god and goddesses. The giant rainforest truly displays a brilliant splendor to it, the likes of which any other domain is quite feeble in comparison. Ever flowing waterfalls, towering and protective trees, decorative temples and cities.. and a certain liveliness. The lust for such a place is unfathomable. However, Faedreara is not without it's threats - a subject dared not spoken. Nothing lasts forever. The circle of life goes on, the balance of life and death unending. If a humanoid does not provide the deities sustenance, the poor one shall surely perish or [i]worse.[/i] Even the civilizations harbor their own little secrets, the likes of which they prey the gods will ever know - until those gods are [i]gone.[/i] The Black Market remains, and the gorgeous amount of bank it makes from its sales will reinforce it's position as a famous - however wholly illegal - establishment. The slave trade persists, and crime isn't well contained if it means currency is involved. Behind the deities' backs, the tribesmen cheat them, and until their profits result in gruesome punishment.. it will continue. Behind the peaceful lives of these people, is a nearly eternal trade of horrible activities. Suspicion grows.. but the deities are uncertain, and the sacrifices and gifts they receive are enough to keep them quiet. For now... [nextcol] [img]https://i.imgur.com/JgsaEVk.png[/img] [/columns] [center][url=https://www.deviantart.com/faebelina/art/Druid-Temple-630254754][img]https://img00.deviantart.net/4333/i/2016/237/5/1/druid_temple_by_faebelina-daf8joi.png[/img][/url] [font=Garamond][size=6][b][i]"Welcome to Faedreara."

[img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/ef24/f/2017/327/a/0/f2u_decor_teal_forest__6_by_mairu_doggy-dbul9fa.png[/img] [img]https://www.freakz.ro/forum/imgresize--https://i.imgur.com/t58rTdE.jpg[/img] Reserve --------- @Brambleheart | Here it is! I'm subbed. Please tell me if you want anything changed, I would happily oblige. Also, would you like to start?

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"WHAT IS THIS?!" a roar erupted in the tree house. A large black panther was walking around the room. Bramble Heart, like many gods and goddesses, were roaming around Faedreara. She was staying at a small village that were mostly in the trees. They had given her the best tree house around. She wasn't picky or usual changed her form when she came here. Mostly she was docile and pretty lax to things. But today she was furious. An offering was given to her. A scrawny anthro with a leather collar. Growling she looked at the other god in the room "Are they expecting this to be a sacrifice?! To me?! I barely require sacrifices and this is what they give me?!"

The tiger settled in the corner of the tree house, resting with a gesture of utmost content and amusement upon his features. It was unusual to see the female in a state of such irate distress, and it left Aluko in a state of quiet, calm humor. His laze along one of the windowsils allowed him the luxury of the pleasant weather outside, as well as the fortune of watching his companion go almost mad over her sacrifice. He gave a low, rumbling chuckle whilst witnessing her misfortune.

"Well, Bramble, I'm sure you know the solution." He replied wryly, soon slipping off of his perch. He took to standing on his hind legs, adjusting to his own more anthropomorphic form. He steadily approached the slender subject, grasping its chin to get a good look and feel its bones. Oh, scrawny indeed - it looked like he'd been fed no more than twice a day. "How poor. I don't think he'll do."

Often, Aluko liked to keep gifts that annoyed him, at least use them someway until he felt the need to discard them. However.. this was quite the poor excuse of a creature. The tribes lived so decently though.. in the paradise, no less. How did such a thing come to be? "Why, we'll get rid of this one. I think our subjects deserve a visit."

She huffed "Fine. Do whatever you want with this one. But I'm taking this collar." Changing to anthropomorphic form quickly she took the collar off them. If felt heavy in her hand as she looked at it. Why would someone wear this? It seemed uncomfortable. Looking at the skinny anthro shivering and crying Bramble sighed "Aluko how about you spare this one? They look like they rather rest." Thinking it over they could probably ask them about what they've seen. She had been hearing rumors about some weird trading going on somewhere.

He took a step back to grace her with more room, his size certainly cramping even her own tree house. He cocked his head to the side as he watched her, glancing over the collar as she took it before settling his vibrantly jade gaze upon the villager. To be reduced to such a pitiful state, wallowing even in the presence of the gods, something surely was afoot. His loppy, rabbit like ears twitched to the sound of a sigh, nearly inaudible against the hoarse whimpers and whines of the form before him.

His muzzle contorted, hints of a frown tugging on his features. He refrained from showing anything more, faintly incredulous at this. "He'll be of no use after this. I'd hate to leave him as little more than scavenger pickings; I'd rather gift him a swift release." He hummed slightly, leaning against the wooden wall of the house. "After, anyway, as I said." He knew that Bramble Heart had herself an idea, and he was patient enough to let her use it. Perhaps it would help.

"I didn't say anything about scavenger pickings." She pointed to the food on the table "They can have whatever they want for now. I'll give them a day to rest up." Probably wasn't a good idea to waste food on someone who was going to die. But Bramble felt guilty about her behavior before and had calmed down a bit. Glancing at the rabbit anthro she nodded and smiled. It still felt weird for her to give permission to others. Though she was a young goddess, some gods kept spreading word that it was a lie. Bramble was odd to others and liked her time in this world. Maybe she should stay like Sardine did? She wondered if the old god was still around as she pulled on the collar "Definitely strong and smells like animal hide."

Aluko glanced at her, suppressing a grumble at her. "I realize such. I mean him - why, he has hardly any meat on him to begin with." His near-frown returned when he watched Bramble Heart, "He can speak, can't he? Why not just ask now?" He replied, though his demeanor had not yet shattered. The tiger yet rabbit-like god was patient, but he knew how to pace things. Such was the way of his charge - the hunt. He cast his gaze towards the collar once more, peering at it with a fresh dismal sense. "Not sure if it's just a kink or otherwise.. Unusual, unusual." He turned and approached her to get a better look. "Do you think they're drivin' slaves, now?"

"A possiblity of slaves would make sense. The cities have been getting bigger rather quickly. But if this is a kink then ew." She gave him the collar "Very gross and rude to give a god that. Maybe this village didn't have many to sacrifice since two gods were here. They were probably in a panic." Not really turning down the idea of slave trading Bramble did want to look into it. Just not now. She wanted to be lazy for a few more days or a month.