About Me

Greetings! I go by many names, but on Wolvden, I go by Apple or whatever my current lead's name is. You're here because you saw the title of the thread - I am in search of 1-2 long-term, literate, onsite roleplay partners. Please refer to the following lists for additional details regarding if you would like to roleplay with me.

• I am 18+ and would prefer my partners to also be 18+


• I work outside the home 20-30 hours per week and am about to get busier with the onset of my final semester of college, so my replies are heavily dependent on my schedule.


• A typical response may be between 200-600 words, but I can easily go 1000+ if I get motivated enough with my characters. I request that you can also do this.


• A solid grasp of the English language, especially grammar, is a must. It does not have to be your first language, but it is easier for both of us.


• I do not roleplay canon characters and I barely like roleplaying in canon worlds. Exceptions may come along for worlds, but I will not roleplay canon characters.


• I am +2 hours Wolvden time.

As for content of the roleplay itself, I would highly prefer MxM, or any other combination, as long as you are comfortable playing the female character/s. I play feral, human, and live for fantasy, but other genres can be experimented with. I will be creating characters for this website as they come up and putting them in the character sheets forum.


A Roleplay Sample

Sharp black paws drifted over vibrant grasses shaded by many trees, crisscrossing shadows drifting along his pelt of black and gold. Paws possessive and full of energy after a restful night's sleep, fueled by starlight wonders and the Moon's gentle rays. Now the day had dawned and with it the rise of a delightful scent of which he had been hesitant to and not given to roam in that particular part of the area. The trees wanted to keep their secrets from him for a while longer, they said. But soon, yes soon, they promised; and patiently he had waited until Another Time came, prowling other parts of the forest in search of something to occupy his time. Growing ever curious.

Today the wind whispers 'follow' as it guided the scent to his pointed nose. Something delicious that made his breakfastless stomach purr with the thought of eating it, as if the gods of this land had come down and with the fresh of forest's bounty were preparing a meal fit for celebration, enfusing it with magiks beyond even his comprehension. The pirate set his course for the source of such a thing, gliding over the landscape with all the ease of the wild creature he had become.

A creature shorter in stature than that of wolf, with a flufflier tail and sharper face. Two toned pelt and eyes of bright orange, touched by sun's light over sea and shadow of forest. The fox padded alongside a small stream - forest did not prefer him leave the sanctity that it provided, even if it chose to remain neutral in the Wild Things' plight to be truly free of Man. Thus its pitiful waterways were closest he'd get to the open ocean he once knew as an old friend. Oh well, if they did not bother the fox, he would not proclaim them monsters sent to destroy his adopted home. In fact, he oft dealt in items that sparked greed inside them, and loved getting more for what he himself paid little for objects. Rebellion for the Wild disguised as humble merchantry. Clever fox was he who lived in two worlds.

Rua padded alongside plants named Dragon's Breath - able to set a maw ablaze without sparking flame, getting their smoky scent upon his slender legs. Very well, he would be able to wash clean in the stream they lived alongside. He hunched over to ask permission, as nothing quite wanted to be used without its say-so, no? "Pardon, dear shepherd of water clear, may I rinse my paws here?"

He stood still for many moments, until a face seemed to form in the shadows, nodding its decision. The water-spirit of this stream had thought over his question and kindly approved. How thoughtful! Permission granted, he carefully rinsed off the scent of Dragon's Breath, and continued on his way to breakfast.

Coming to the source of the Divine Feast, he noticed a cave with a slender opening and several scents of were-creature mingling with the Divine Breakfast. His nose a flurry of twitches as he stalked into the opening, carefully stepping over blankets and things until he came across a pair of young werewolves - one more younger than himself than the other from what he could tell, cheerfully making the feast. Was the one of ginger hair some form of divinity? Either way, slitted eyes were trained on what they were doing. Rua's stomach loudly complained of his lack of hunting that morning in his ears.