Post by Jet on Jul 27, 2012 14:13:28 GMT -5
*shrugs* Well, I never actually saw you soo...
Call me Jet, or Jetty! Pleasure to meet you all...maybe. Please excuse me, I'm slightly insane...atleast, i think i am...that's what the voices keep telling me atleast. Hey! Don't think bad about me! I'm not strange, you're strange! Oh come on. Let's just get this over with...hello! So, I've been roleplaying for six years, and I have been with probards for about three years. I own my own websites, make websites for people, and moderate several sites for head administrators that just need a hand, but what I really come to do is roleplay. 
Here's a sample of my work.
I've read ya'lls posts as well, because I kinda stalked this site for a while, and you guys are really good, which is great! I've been looking for roleplays that are more my age and skill, and since you guys fit the bill...well, here I am. Yay! ;D
Call me Jet, or Jetty! Pleasure to meet you all...maybe. Please excuse me, I'm slightly insane...atleast, i think i am...that's what the voices keep telling me atleast. Hey! Don't think bad about me! I'm not strange, you're strange! Oh come on. Let's just get this over with...hello! So, I've been roleplaying for six years, and I have been with probards for about three years. I own my own websites, make websites for people, and moderate several sites for head administrators that just need a hand, but what I really come to do is roleplay. 
Here's a sample of my work.Jetstream recognized it all. The proud, eract posture, the ripple of muscle beneath flesh and thick fur, the slight combative gleam one might catch in his opponent's eye. There was the slight scuffle of paws as the other tom arranged his body into the correct position, the slitting of eyes as they judged the needed trajectory and momentum, as overkill could be just as fatal as underkill in a fight with a demon tom as vicious as he. Every mistake was an advantage, every advantage a mistake. It was so hard to attack without revealing yourself in the flash of impact. And the poor rogue intruder and former clan apprentice just so happened to reveal just a little too much in the few, short moments it took for him to drag his sharp, dully gleaming claws down the length of Jetstream's vast, thick side, ripping into flesh and tearing free clumbs of matted fur that refused to untangle, spilling metallic plasma from ripped veins.
Now those hellish golden eyes had a new gleam to them. The gleam of a monster, a pychotic demon that was no doubt accustomed to combat, to murder, to the fresh taste of warm blood. For a moment, the wound stung, but the outer shell of the satanic creature's empty interior held true, and the crimson spurts and rivults only made his obsession for warm, fresh blood increase tenfold. Teeth flashed, muscle rippled, limbs moved with the rythm of a dark, dancing magician. The sky went red, though only in his mind, streaked with claw shaped lightning that crashed into his thoughts and sent them reeling into oblivion. This was it. Within an instant, he was upon the tom, whipping around to pursue his passing form, teeth sinking into flesh and slicing into the thin tendons of the other tom's tail.
Though this tight hold was only meant to deter the tom, not cripple him. With a mighty tug, Jetstream jerked the trespasser back towards him, letting his blood stained teeth slip cleanly from flesh as he raised up onto his hind paws, moving forward with powerful momentum, and crashed down upon the other tom's haunches with enough force to send his hindquarters crashing into the hard, compact ground, legs buckling beneath the weight, cracks spreading along bone. Claws sliced hungrilly into the flesh of the other tom's haunches, flexing in and out as they dug deeper and deeper into muscle, blood welling and falling from the wound to ink the ground scarlet. An Agonized screech rose into the air as Rabbitpaw's small gray frame was ravaged unmercifully by the satanic nightmare he had made the mistake of challenging. The whole day had gone completly wrong.
All he had wanted to do was pass through to the outter lands, but it had been just his luck to have been caught by one of the most savage felines he had ever met. Now he would die for it, no doubt. His hindlegs were useless, there was no way to run, and tha pain was so great that a clear path to StarClan was just what he wanted now. Except for one thing, where was StarClan? Did their territory even reach this far, to the punishing, burning land of the desert? What if it didn't? He would be lost in eternal darkness with no guidance! Fear filled his amber eyes as they shut tight, a wail of distress escaping his scarred maw. This was such a mistake! Why had this happened? Why to him?
More pain stretched up his back and Jetstream hauled himself forward, sure to keep his claws embedded deep within flesh as his bloody teeth took hold of Rabbitpaw's scruff and carved into flesh. A jerk of Jetstream's broad head was all it took to end the mangled apprentice's life, his breath cut off to slip back from his jaws instead of reaching his lungs. It was all over, for now. The black and white behemoth rose, his blood stained pelt littered with residue. Sand, blood, torn flesh and fur. Disgusting, though not as much as the decaying scent of death that lingered upon Jetstream's heavy breath. His side began to sting again as the shroud of red covering his sanity faded, the deep gashes parting skin and crossing over older, ragged scars.
A grunt cut the sudden, eerie silence. The wound would need to be looked at, but not now. The apprentice wasn't strong or large to cause any lasting damage. The wound would likely be scabbed over by the time he reached the BloodClan. But despite the injury, Jetstream still felt hungry for battle. This little skirmish had ended far to quickly, most battles with him did. What Jetstream needed was a worthy opponent, once that was just as large, if not larger then he. Powerful, vicious, and even capable of defeating him. But where could he find these cats? How?
Now those hellish golden eyes had a new gleam to them. The gleam of a monster, a pychotic demon that was no doubt accustomed to combat, to murder, to the fresh taste of warm blood. For a moment, the wound stung, but the outer shell of the satanic creature's empty interior held true, and the crimson spurts and rivults only made his obsession for warm, fresh blood increase tenfold. Teeth flashed, muscle rippled, limbs moved with the rythm of a dark, dancing magician. The sky went red, though only in his mind, streaked with claw shaped lightning that crashed into his thoughts and sent them reeling into oblivion. This was it. Within an instant, he was upon the tom, whipping around to pursue his passing form, teeth sinking into flesh and slicing into the thin tendons of the other tom's tail.
Though this tight hold was only meant to deter the tom, not cripple him. With a mighty tug, Jetstream jerked the trespasser back towards him, letting his blood stained teeth slip cleanly from flesh as he raised up onto his hind paws, moving forward with powerful momentum, and crashed down upon the other tom's haunches with enough force to send his hindquarters crashing into the hard, compact ground, legs buckling beneath the weight, cracks spreading along bone. Claws sliced hungrilly into the flesh of the other tom's haunches, flexing in and out as they dug deeper and deeper into muscle, blood welling and falling from the wound to ink the ground scarlet. An Agonized screech rose into the air as Rabbitpaw's small gray frame was ravaged unmercifully by the satanic nightmare he had made the mistake of challenging. The whole day had gone completly wrong.
All he had wanted to do was pass through to the outter lands, but it had been just his luck to have been caught by one of the most savage felines he had ever met. Now he would die for it, no doubt. His hindlegs were useless, there was no way to run, and tha pain was so great that a clear path to StarClan was just what he wanted now. Except for one thing, where was StarClan? Did their territory even reach this far, to the punishing, burning land of the desert? What if it didn't? He would be lost in eternal darkness with no guidance! Fear filled his amber eyes as they shut tight, a wail of distress escaping his scarred maw. This was such a mistake! Why had this happened? Why to him?
More pain stretched up his back and Jetstream hauled himself forward, sure to keep his claws embedded deep within flesh as his bloody teeth took hold of Rabbitpaw's scruff and carved into flesh. A jerk of Jetstream's broad head was all it took to end the mangled apprentice's life, his breath cut off to slip back from his jaws instead of reaching his lungs. It was all over, for now. The black and white behemoth rose, his blood stained pelt littered with residue. Sand, blood, torn flesh and fur. Disgusting, though not as much as the decaying scent of death that lingered upon Jetstream's heavy breath. His side began to sting again as the shroud of red covering his sanity faded, the deep gashes parting skin and crossing over older, ragged scars.
A grunt cut the sudden, eerie silence. The wound would need to be looked at, but not now. The apprentice wasn't strong or large to cause any lasting damage. The wound would likely be scabbed over by the time he reached the BloodClan. But despite the injury, Jetstream still felt hungry for battle. This little skirmish had ended far to quickly, most battles with him did. What Jetstream needed was a worthy opponent, once that was just as large, if not larger then he. Powerful, vicious, and even capable of defeating him. But where could he find these cats? How?
I've read ya'lls posts as well, because I kinda stalked this site for a while, and you guys are really good, which is great! I've been looking for roleplays that are more my age and skill, and since you guys fit the bill...well, here I am. Yay! ;D
