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Re: Teacher Application « Reply #1 on Oct 23, 2007, 11:34pm »
Name: Frai Why you want to be a teacher: I love helping people, and grammar, I must say, is my forte. I can roleplay in any sort of level, from beginner to advanced, and I don't do one liners. =) How long you've been RPing: 3 1/2 years Post your best post:
[[This is a post from a werewolf site I'm on, Death and Desire.]]
The leaves gave way under his feet with a sickening *crunch*. Every step he took seemed to be louder than the last. His sensitive ears twitched slightly as he looked around. His form was not that of a human, but not of a wolf either. His ears were pointed and black, resting atop his head with an air of superiority. His tail, bristled and black with a seemingly painted red stripe across it, twitched in defiance.
He flexed his humanlike fingers, the tips hiding massive claws, bloody from his previous kills. Hunting always made him feel exhilarated, especially when he had a whole pack of werewolves relying on him.
The pack was indefinately small, but as soon as he could howl, the group would gather quickly, obediantly...reliantly...he loved that feeling, of being relied on...
Flap.
What's this? A noise? His ears flattened against his brunette hair as he whirled in place, hearing the leaves crumble even more under him.
Flap. Flap.
He continued to search the area, scanning, his green eyes halting on every branch, every leaf shuddering in the cold, brittle air. His pupils dilated, his ears perking up every so often. He could only hear the steady sound of his breathing now, seeing the puffs of air materialize in front of him like small, evanescent clouds. He was hunched, ready to pounce at any time, ready to strike...
Flap. Flap. Flap.
A growl suddenly escaped from his throat; he felt the hairs on his neck bristle and stiffen. He continued to stare, seeing movement in one of the trees.
A crow.
Idiot.
He had things to do, people to rule, he couldn't waste his time over a crow...He growled and continued to walk forward, his nose sensitized, his ears twitching, listening for any more signs of movement...
A howl, and a humanlike cry. His eyes widened as he ran towards the sound. The crow, ominously flying above him, cawed, flapping its wings against the moon backdrop. His nostrils were suddenly filled with the scent of blood. He continued to run, stumbling occasionally on protruding roots and loose branches scattered across the forest floor. His tail bristled, cold air hitting the skin underneath.
The smell was of one of his packmembers. He halted, seeing carrion crows flapping their black wings, circling his pack-brother's body. He barked, sending the crows scattering in every direction. He growled at the one crow, who had perched itself onto his shoulder. The body moved slightly, and he immediately forgot about the annoying bird resting on him.
He went to his knees, flipping the body over, searching for some, any, sign of life. He howled, needing medicine. His brother, in pain...one of his own. His eyes darted across the landscape, trying to find the culprit. Puncture wounds...a bite...someone bit him...
"Gri...ff..." the lycanthrope whispered gravely. Griff swallowed, howled again, impatient. "Don't worry, we'll get you medicine, brother," he murmured, howling again.
"No...the...wolf, he..." His eyes were glazing over...no...no...
He heard a low growl from behind the trees. His ears perked, but his eyes didn't leave the sight before him. The medicine werewolf trotted forward, bandages and herbs conceled in her bag. Griff gestured to her, holding out his clawed hand, filled with blood of the dying werewolf. "Let me help," he grunted. He wasn't much of a sentimental male, but he knew that he wouldn't be seen as soft when around his packmates. They knew him better than that.
The medic nodded, handing him the necessary items to heal the pained werewolf. He quickly wound the bandage around the wound, making sure the herbs were packed in tightly to stop the bleeding. The brother growled in pain, his eyes turning glassy again.
"He left..." he grunted.
"Who?"
"Wolf...left...sent crows here..." The crow on his shoulder flapped its wings, as if in agreement.
Griff's ears flattened. What kind of wolf would be able to send crows to a spot, to kill? They were carrion birds, only eating off of the dead. He lifted his head. The scent of the wolf wasn't there, but he knew, if the wolf was here once, then he would be there again...and Griff would valiantly summon his pack, his family, to defend their territory and their lives.
Anything else?: Nope, just, if anybody needs help, please let me know. I'm always happy to help! =)
Joined: Oct 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 21 Karma: 100
Re: Teacher Application « Reply #2 on Oct 25, 2007, 7:20pm »
Great, Accepted. I'm afraid that you won't get to do any teaching until we get a student. But you can make threads on general helpings, eg, post length, grammar.
Joined: Dec 2007 Posts: 8 Location: Silver Lotus(possible-Alpha) Karma: 0
Re: Teacher Application « Reply #3 on Dec 2, 2007, 9:00pm »
Name: Arsenal
Why you want to be a teacher: I enjoy teaching things to others, am good at grammar and others like it, but excell at spelling. I have been RPing for a long time, and feel it would be good to get to help others who love what I love.
How long you've been RPing: 6 years
Post your best post: (This is from a Warrior Cat RP site that I admin)
Fallingstar stopped, the rustling of the faintest wind bringing news of abundant prey. She swayed, all her weight resting on her back haunches. She clicked, like all cats do when they spot that filling prey. Quietly she leapt, and for a brief second, the forest stood still, all waiting and watching her fly silently through the chilling air. Then she hit the hard earth with a loud thump, a small brown field mouse stuck between her two large front paws. She scooped it up, eying its motionless body with a thrill that had always come to her when she caught the first prey of dawn. She brushed earth gently over the small bundle of brown fur and continued on her hunt.
A gentle breeze blew past Fallingstar, telling her where to find a juicy rabbit, a young thrush, and an old rogue cat nest. She ignored the prey, for the scent had filled her with an aching alarm. The scent led to a small patch of open earth. It was bent over from a heavy body, that had lay on it as a bed. The scent was fresh. To fresh. An unsuspecting Fallingstar felt her body pressed to the forest floor. The scent filled her nose, making her lungs ache and wheeze. The weight squeezed the last air from her body.
Fallingstar was up in StarClan now. She had lost her first life to this treacherous cat. Looking down, she saw in a glimmering pool of water a reflection of her dead body, and the large, jet-black tom limbered off her. Then, she awoke.
Leaping with her newly received strength, she bowled over the large tom. He wriggled, trying to free himself from her strong grasp, but Fallingstar wanted no more than to see this cat dead. She reached her small head down quickly, piercing through his neck fur and flesh. Blood seeped into her mouth, like water from a stream into a lake. She wanted to stop, to spit out the salty taste, to go home, but she continued. Then she felt a snap, and she continued. Soon the body went limp, and she released, spitting and hissing and shaking. She had done it. She had killed him.
Fallingstar eagerly lapped the cool, refreshing water from a stream, which tasted sweet and delicious compared to the unsavory taste of another cats blood. It was nothing like the blood of prey, the blood of food. It was foul and horrible and vile and anything else Fallingstar could think of. Then she started home.
Anything else?: I currently RP on 10 sites, and used to RP on 2 others.
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