If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it.
Network Prompts
ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
Frostfang lifts her nose when Rifa approaches her. The old wolf knows the body language of orcs as well as she knows the language of her own kin thanks to the orc beside her, and so she calms when the hunter refrains from raising any sort of hand or weapon to either of them.
Korok's pointed ears pin a little closer to his head. He could hardly accept his title if he could not commune with the spirits of such an obviously troubled land.
"Korok," he corrects gently in his gravelly, grumpy undertones. He goes back to trying to figure out the wood at his knees. If Frostfang isn't attacking the orc, then he doesn't believe he needs to trouble himself fretting over her. "You needn't call me anything more or less so long as we are here."
"Korok, then." Rifa isn't snuffled upon, but that's all right. Frostfang understands she's not a danger and that's all that matters. She doesn't need to win the affection of every wolf she comes across, though a part of her yearns to. The wolves of Azeroth seem to be so short-lived compared to the lifelong companions she knew on her old world.
But that was a very long time ago, now, and a place far away; the wind howls outside and the snow falls in droves, and she knows she has to focus on the present. She unclasps her cloak from around her shoulders and shakes the snow off. And then, slowly and easily, she approaches.
"You are probably colder than I am." She's forty but she's by no means elderly, which means taking care of the older ones. And the younger ones. She's-- well, that's just how she is. He's blind, and she can tell by the way he doesn't quite meet her eyes, so she takes advantage of it in this small way by settling her huge fur cloak around his shoulders without permission.
She sits beside him but not close enough to invade his personal space. Instead, she looks over the firewood that's been gathered. "I can handle the fire, if you need." She sighs, blowing a bit of floofy dark hair out of her eyes. "If only I hadn't lost my bow, we would have some food tonight."
This time, Frostfang settles back on her hindpaws and watches Rifa approach her companion. There's a short frosty 'woof' that warns Korok of the other orc's approach, but the most that the old orc gets for the warning is a brief twitch when the cloak settles over him. He doesn't greatly appreciate being coddled (what orc did?), but he respects his kin and says nothing aside from a brief grunt of thanks.
Large hands pull the cloak a little closer, and promptly pushes the wood away from him, even if he can't tell if he's pushing it toward her or not. His pride stings, though it only shows in the way his lips tighten around yellowed tusks.
"Do not let me hinder you." He doesn't remark on food. He'd fed what he had to Frostfang -- he suspects that she will bring back something for him a bit later.
Rifa doesn't like being coddled either, but Korok looks colder than she, and it's not as if they won't end up sharing the heat anyway. It's the fire part that gets her. She pauses, aching to say something that might soften the blow. "You have not hindered me at all." She has nothing but respect for the shaman, even if he's cut off from the elements here.
She pauses to grab something out of her bag. She'd found some matches before, but she can do with flint. She'll save the matches for when they need them. After a couple unsuccessful tries, she finally gets the kindling burning.
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Korok's pointed ears pin a little closer to his head. He could hardly accept his title if he could not commune with the spirits of such an obviously troubled land.
"Korok," he corrects gently in his gravelly, grumpy undertones. He goes back to trying to figure out the wood at his knees. If Frostfang isn't attacking the orc, then he doesn't believe he needs to trouble himself fretting over her. "You needn't call me anything more or less so long as we are here."
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But that was a very long time ago, now, and a place far away; the wind howls outside and the snow falls in droves, and she knows she has to focus on the present. She unclasps her cloak from around her shoulders and shakes the snow off. And then, slowly and easily, she approaches.
"You are probably colder than I am." She's forty but she's by no means elderly, which means taking care of the older ones. And the younger ones. She's-- well, that's just how she is. He's blind, and she can tell by the way he doesn't quite meet her eyes, so she takes advantage of it in this small way by settling her huge fur cloak around his shoulders without permission.
She sits beside him but not close enough to invade his personal space. Instead, she looks over the firewood that's been gathered. "I can handle the fire, if you need." She sighs, blowing a bit of floofy dark hair out of her eyes. "If only I hadn't lost my bow, we would have some food tonight."
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Large hands pull the cloak a little closer, and promptly pushes the wood away from him, even if he can't tell if he's pushing it toward her or not. His pride stings, though it only shows in the way his lips tighten around yellowed tusks.
"Do not let me hinder you." He doesn't remark on food. He'd fed what he had to Frostfang -- he suspects that she will bring back something for him a bit later.
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She pauses to grab something out of her bag. She'd found some matches before, but she can do with flint. She'll save the matches for when they need them. After a couple unsuccessful tries, she finally gets the kindling burning.
"There."