The Trio's Escape. priv rp with tenebria and leafygreens.

[Abbster]

This is a private rp between me (Abbster), tenebria, and leafygreenss. If you are NOT one of these three people, I ask that you do not comment


Three friends (a maned wolf, a coyote, and a fox) all live together in the same place. But one day, a wildfire strikes their land, and they need to escape it. The problem is, when they escape, they all get caught by humans and are separated when the humans take them to the zoo. Knowing how much each of their friends mean to one and other, they need to figure out an escape plan....each of their own, as they haven't seen eachother in ages. Will the three friends manage to escape and get reunited...or will they stay trapped in the zoo forever and never see their best friends again?


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[Abbster]

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Name: Velvet
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Maned Wolf/Coyote/Fox: Coyote
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Likes: running, chasing her prey, howling.
Dislikes: wind, snakes, bugs, fire, humans, real wolves, Scar (the coyote that said he was her "friend")
Backstory: Velvet isn't your ordinary coyote. She's a lot more skittish than most, and nervous. Growing up, Velvet never had any friends. Her mother would always tell her "its ok Velvet, You'll get friends. Don't worry!" Velvet never believed her mother. Of course, she knew her mother was right, and she would one day find friends...but that never did happen. Soon enough though, she found another coyote. She thought he was different than the others, and he agreed to be her friend. Finally! After such a long time without friends, Velvet finally had a friend! Or so she thought. The coyote just used Velvet...because she was pretty. One day, he told her how he really felt. That he wasn't her friend. That all he wanted from her was cubs. Velvet knew she didn't want cubs....but she knew she had to listen to him, because if she didn't, he would kill her. That's how he got the name Scar, from killing any coyote who didn't listen to him...eventually, Velvet did end up pregnant with his cubs at two years old. He was overjoyed! But once the cubs were born, Velvet...took them and left. On her own with her two cubs (Ivory and Unity), she found a new place...but one night, while she was asleep...her cubs were murdered, by none other than Scar. Ever since that day, Velvet has been careful about any animal who wants to be her friend. 

[tenebria]

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Name: Caido
Age: 6 
Gender: Male
Maned Wolf/Coyote/Fox: Maned Wolf
Appearance: He is 3 feet tall at the shoulder, with a large scar on his left shoulder. 

Likes: His mate, Rain, Small streams (can go up to his belly but no higher), Lobiera, Rodents and Insects and Fish, Hunting, Running, most edible plants and fruits and veggies, Sugar cane especially, being alone, his friends (eventually, not yet) 
Dislikes: Humans, Pumas, Swimming, Domestic Dogs, the dry seasons, fire, being forced to be social, Being in tight spaces, forced to be violent. 
Backstory: Caido was born first in a litter of three pups. His parents were loving but firm, swiftly rearing them to be able to survive on their own in the wetlands and prairies of South America. They learned to hunt at a very early age, and at six months, all three pups moved out of their parents den, finding their own living spaces for the next six months. Caido was the first to leave, although he loved his parents dearly, but it was time to move out, as they were meant to. At that point in time, his father was hardly seen, coming back only a few times a month to visit his mother before disappearing for long periods of time. Caido grew strong in the next six months, foraging for his own food, and learning to put his mark on the world, walking with a confident young stride to intimidate any possible threats. And when he was a year, he left the territory, forging onwards through the regions to find his own place to call home. And he did, after a year. It was a perfect place, a forest that got plenty of rain during the wet season, and had no large rivers but small creeks and streams supplying the land. It was plentiful in the Lobiera fruit, and in small creatures of all shapes and sizes. And so he lived happily for the next year, now three years of age, until one dreadful night. A puma, coming down from the distant mountains, decided to attempt to make Caido it's next meal. Caido had hardly ever had to fight for himself until that moment, creatures mostly avoiding him as he towered above them. But this cat showed no fear as it sprang at him, bringing him crashing to the ground. The fight was brutal, many scars given on both sides, until Caido made an instinctive move, and ended the fight with a snap to the Puma's throat. But not before he himself was terribly wounded. The next few months he spent healing, spending most of the day either laying in streams, or in his den, other than foraging for food. But one wound did not heal, scarring over in a slashing long mark all the way down his left shoulder. But he did not mind, as it no longer hurt after another year. His life was a calm one, eating, sleeping, observing, listening... his only enemies being Pumas, those two legged creatures called Man, and Man's canines. But rarely did they come for him. He made no friends, and no one asked to be his friend, and that was fine. But he did find a yearning each spring to find one like himself, a maned wolf who could bring him joy with pups. And suddenly, one morning, he found her. She wandered into his territory, a year younger than him, with a soft inquisitive look in her eyes. He approached her slowly, but it was swiftly clear that the two became immediate friends, he sharing his territory with her, hunting for her, even bringing her Lobiera from the best trees he knew of. And then, when it came time, he asked her to be his mate... and she said yes. Her name was Lenilia, and she was a lighter tinge than he, an almost golden shine over her fur. Three months later, she was pregnant, and he was the happiest maned wolf alive, no longer his quiet simply observant self, but joyful and caring, although his amount of speech still remained closer to a minimum, as was his nature. On the morning of his mate's first month of pregnancy, he left the den to find her food, as he always did in the mornings. But when he returned an hour later, laden with her favorite delicacies... she was gone. All that remained, was a horrible stench of the creature he hated most. Man. Anger and fear brought him to rage as he searched for her, following the scent as far as he could, until he lost it. And lost her. And ever after that day, he fell into anger and despair, hardly speaking, and ever searching, restless. No longer could he stay in one place, but he moved constantly, never giving up hope that he might one day find her. One day. 

[leafygreenss]

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Name: Sorrel (Storm Watcher)
Age: 1 1/2 
Gender: Female
Maned Wolf/Coyote/Fox
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Likes: Hares or rabbits, hunting, sleeping under bushes.
Dislikes: Strong floral/herbal smells, getting soaked when it's not her choice, eating the same prey over and over again.
Backstory: Sorrel was raised along with her three littermates by her mother Wind Whistle (Named after her extraordinary hearing) and her father Brook Runner (named after his speed.)  She was closest with her brother Feather Step. She lived an average childhood for a fox, and once she reached the age of six months, her family group branched in their separate ways. She is yet to find a mate or have kits. She was given a traditional fox name, however, she goes by Sorrel around other species. Foxes only use their traditional names with others of their own kind usually. She often misses her family. She lives on her own stretch of territory now, only a half-day walk from her parents' grounds. Her den is hidden under a thick patch of brambles. She has dragged loads of moss and grasses inside, and she lives there comfortably. She meets up with her siblings every so often and catches up with them.  She was given her traditional name for her awareness of her surroundings.