Welcome to Walking Dead, Survival! By joining this site, you accept the terms and conditions and are willing and able to prove that you are 18 and older. By accepting this, you release all liability.
Forum Roleplay: Roleplay resources catering to play-by-post forum gamers and communities
If you would like to establish your own Stronghold, please private message Remy with a name, city, state and brief description of your stronghold. If you have any questions about any of the stronghold's listed above, please mesesage the leaders. NEWS AND EVENTS:
For news and events in our area strongholds, click here: STRONGHOLD NEWS
Post by Miri Rose Haber on Mar 10, 2016 11:14:47 GMT -5
Over two hundred lbs skulked slowly and silently through the brush. Dead leaves and other rotting forest compost brushed against steel-blue fur. A massive head sporting bone crunching jaws was held low. Bright amber eyes scanned everything ahead while ears rotated about to listen for what it's eyes did not detect. A walker crashed through the bushes and the ferns. Ripping rotting Gore from its brittle bones as it battled through a patch of six foot tall wild blackberries. The beast stopped and raised it's head to look at the oncoming corpse. It made no effort to bare teeth or growl nor did it's hackles raise. Eerily it stood still as a soldier and waited for the deceased to reach him. The breed he came from had been used and trained in the art of war-killing and protection. Many canines had bravery; but this monster didn't comprehend the notion of fear. After the world ended his breeding and natural behaviour came out in force. Dispatching chomping cadavars had become nothing more to him than a Labrador fetching a ball or a duck. Having ripped half of itself apart in the bushes and likely tainting the bountiful berries it writhed free. Growl-roaring at the dog with toddler-esque hand grasping it fell towards him. The mastiff let the dead fall at its neck and grab a mouthful of loose skin. It didn't get a chance to rip the hide before the dogs massive mouth took the entirety of its head and crunched down with minimal effort. The Walker fell to the ground. The dog tried to spit out the rotten brains from its mouth much the way it would dispel fur or feathers. Then it continued it's hunting
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5