Deep inside the moutains of The Old World, Lives a little hide out and a get-away for most, Carved from the inside out is this little place that some just call home. We call it the Hide-Away. No one will find you and those who know where it is are usally invited to find it. Those who aren't invited are eaten or skinned alive by the large oger that sits outside the lair. Remeber to bring you invite.

The Hideway is maintained by a young fox boy, or as young as most are, He's around two-hundred and seventeen years old, Which were he was from was fairly young. He stand at about five feet and four inches, wears mainly black clothing and carries a sword on his left hip and a harp in his hands. He had a place he once called home, But that was thirty years ago. Now he just maintains a nice little hideaway for others like him in a sense.

[Introduction]

- Please, Be friendly and obey the mene rules.
- Either role play with someone who is actively or Have a conversation with somone.
- Everyone is invited.
- I am in no way responsiuble for the oger. If it eats you, You mostlikely deserved it, He eats rule breakers.
- Just be nice. :D
- If your rolplaying remember to use [occ] for just that.
- Do me a favor, Smile. It will make your day better.

Reserved, Other then that. Thread is officially open!