Hello Members and guests and welcome to Renyana. Reyana is a semi-realistic wolf roleplay that takes place in two fictional brother Islands and follows the lives of wolves living to avoid a virus formulated by man. It started as an idea between Lyra and SooJin but just that, an idea. Now with Lyra, Beau, KJDragon70 and SooJin it is coming to life.
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Lyra
Owner
Beau
Owner
SooJin
Owner
Vixaria
Head Moderator
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July 30th Renyana is officially open! Come one, come all and explore the world and what it has to offer!
Spring Year 1 The pack of Roshanee run by Syphira and Kadon, the pack Ketsuran, had taken claim to Cylena in the north. For those looking to join, wait for Syphira to call for members in Cylena. Spring has arrived, temperatures have become chilly in Renyana, but moderate and rainy in Rylani. Jecozac and Genro in Rylani, however, is experiencing a blizzard. Be cautious when traveling these lands!
Dark clouds loomed above, tints of light and dark gray mixed together as they moved closer and closer together to block out the sun that desperately tried to shine. Thunder rumbled loudly in the distance and waves crashed furiously against the shore; rushing in only to be pulled back out in a hurry. Lighting flared in the sky, lighting up the Earth below in a blueish white glow and a strong wind tore through the trees, creaking the old branches and making them bend towards the ground with a loud whistling, groaning, sound.
Among the things brought in by the waves that crashed against the pebbly shore was a large bodied animal whom lay motionless on the shore. His fur soaked through to his skin and plastered tightly against his bulky form. He lay still for several moments before a spluttering cough awoke him. Retching the salt water out of his mouth the wolf struggled to a sitting position. His coughing continued, making his body seize each time. It was a cough that rattled his lungs and very bones. As he gasped for air he finally was able to calm the violent hacking and slowly his breathe started to come to him. Shutting his eyes he focused mainly on his breathing and once he had that under control he opened his eyes to look around himself. Dazed and confused, the large wolf frowned deeply. "Where am I?" he spoke aloud to himself. He squeezed his eyes shut once again as if to draw forth any memories as to how he got here. Getting shakily to his paws, the lone wolf began to stagger slowly away from the pebbly shore, keeping his head down so the rain would cease from hitting his eyes. Slowly he made his way from the shore before he collapsed again at the edge of the forest. His breathing was still sharp and ragged and the male's shoulders were weighed with a dazed heaviness. Deciding to give up for now, the wolf once more shut his eyes and allowed for the rain to continue to beat down against his pelt.
Ember eyes watched the sky feverishly. The sound of thunder rolling in and the occasional raindrop indicating that a storm was fast approaching. He had been upon this land for only a mere couple of months now. Almost everything about it seemed to be a living Hell, and the dark-colored brute adored every second of it. The sound of crows and ravens echoing out their call made his cranium turn, indicating trouble. What had the God's shown him this time? His long, serpentine-like tail trailed upon the ground as he took steps toward the commotion. There, off in the distance, sat a wolf like him. His coat was definitely different compared to his own as his golden eyes shimmered in the flashes of light the heavens gave off. Whatever he was, her certainly wasn't royalty much like himself. After all, he was birthed from the womb of his mother and his father being the sun itself, there was no need to compare himself to another creature such as that. He, too, was in his own perpetual state of Hell that continued to plague his mind; having to do something to keep himself alive along with his dear sister whom he adored so much. Where she had wandered off to, he hadn't a single clue. But, for now, Set figured it'd be better off to focus on what he needed to do already.
The larger male walked off further into the forest for shelter most likely. A crooked smirk spread across the smaller male's maw as he inched into the forest, closer to the stranger as he sat down in front of him, tilting his cranium with interest: this would be fun.
His expression stayed monotone along with his vocals as his long tail wrapped around him, eyes boring down at him almost as if in judgement. "Why does one, such as yourself, bother to lie here when the storm is only going to poke through the trees regardless of what you do? After all, the rain is beating down on both of us, and here you are moping. What do they call you?" Setekh asked coldly, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. Whoever he was, he certainly didn't give a damn about his coat that was for sure. The God's were angry, and that was the only way the dark brute could see the situation as. After all, he too was a God, and he deserved to be treated as such.
The rain continued to pound the earth below, penetrating the barrier that the leafy trees tried to create. Each drop was felt by the male but exhaustion kept him still. He cared not about moving or getting somewhere dry, what use was it anyway? His pelt was already soaked and perhaps the fresh rainwater would wash away the taste of the salt water and he wouldn't have to groom that from his fur. He remained still, his eyes shut and his chin resting against his large paws. He willed himself to sleep but sleep would not come. The sounds of barking, snarling and hate filled voices filled his head as did the images of snapping teeth. At this, the brute felt his heart quicken and a feeling of raged shot through him.. His mind nearing the brink of insanity..
Murderer! kill the murderer!
So, he was a murderer now.. The feeling of rage tightened his stomach and he let out a low snarl. It was a feeling that he hated, a feeling that he knew meant he would once more lose himself to the darkness that lurked in his head.
'So I am a murderer.. am I?'
'yes.. yes.. I dare say that you are! Disgusting, twisted, you are a killer in your own rights! But! You needn't worry.. No! Not worry at all.. You have me! I will never leave you, not like those fools! But you must, listen, listen to me!'
'No! I am not a murder I wi--'
'Obey me!"
The voice in his head snarled viciously but the argument was cut short as a scent drifted over him. Silence wash over his thoughts but a low growl sounded in his own throat, forcing him to wakefulness. Then there was a voice, not one in his head, but a real one. His eyes snapped open and he looked to the dark form of the wolf that loomed nearby. His snout crinkled as his lips pulled back into a snarl; "I was not attempting to leave the rain." he shot back, his ears pinning to his skull. Struggling to his paws the wolf winced at the sharp pain in his shoulder. A reminder of the deep wound that would scar over later as it healed. "Why do you care to know my name?" the wolf asked flatly. He was not going to be nice, no not now..
"befriend him.. he will do us some good.."
The voice sounded again and the male shook his head slowly and looked back to the dark furred male. Giving him a look of weariness, Kraken heaved a sigh and shrugged his shoulders. "Although I am not sure why it matters, my name is Kraken. Now, who are you?" he asked.