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- Ever Mayawyn - 07-06-2010 [html] private
She thought she would feel tired by now – drenched, cold and weak with hunger … but the female stood against her word and forced herself through the rain, guiding the two wolves behind her. All scents were washed away now and a lone wolf wouldn’t have been able to even scent a pack in the area, but the grey wolf knew well where her home lay. It seemed as if she had just stepped over the border this morning, which she had. Wandering the beach for hours and even days (spread apart of course) was a habit of the young girl. This day happened to be special for she had found friends. Looking back again, metallic colored irises searched the gloom for Yuki and BIOS. Finding their dark shapes, she let out the breath she had held in fear and continued. .character-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; } .character-a01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .character-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .character-a01 {margin:0 auto; width:324px; background-color:#806195; background-image:url(http://img714.imageshack.us/img714/5058/testcopy.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px double #000000; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#d6b3ee; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Yuki Miyako - 07-07-2010 [html] Yuki followed closely behind Ever as she led them to her homelands. The wolfdog's lungs squeezed, then expanded as she tried to grasp more air. Her tongue hung out of the side of her mouth lazily, the wind currents pushing back against her. Her heart pounded against her chest, she was almost completely convinced that every one around her could hear it as well. It was a steady pumping sound as it sent blood to the rest of her body. After catching up to Ever again, she slowed down to a slow tred. She squinted hard to take in her beautiful surroundings, but her left eye refused too let her see any thing more then the blurry outline of trees. This was one of the moments when she hated not being fully capable of seeing every thing out of both of her eyes. Her blue eye's vision changed almost every day, from being able to see every thing crystal clear, too being as close to blind as you can get. She could easily close her left eye, but it was never the same. She squinted harder, her eyes halfway closed, some times if she tried to focus on some thing for long enough, her eye would be drawn to attention, but right now, that was definitely not the case. As the beautiful howl left Ever's lips, Yuki's ears perked up. She listened and waited as it traveled over the vast lands, bouncing off every tree and any thing else that stood in its way. Just as her heart had began to get back to a regular pace, it sped up again. She was quite sure that they shouldn't be here, it would almost be considered trespassing. But as she looked over at Ever, she realized that this was her home as well. She could not tell how far they had went into the territory, but she hoped they weren't too far in to not be able to make a hastily getaway, if it was required of course.. When she could only faintly hear the howl that had been sent out, one word slipped past her lips "Wow..."
- BIOS - 07-11-2010 [html] Geez..! but this is a shame! This thread even got all covered by the threadsr post while I was slacking..! :C But is Enough..! It's Time to go on..! n__o Running close to Ever, being followed by Yuki and Belle, BIOS appreciated in each step several differences on his path... They were still near the same beach where he woke up hours ago, but the scents that were covering that place were all different, many persons had past across, to a new whole civilization they were approaching... .bios .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#FFFFFF;} .bios p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .bios b {color:#59E817; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .bios-img {background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... _table.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:260px;} .bios {background-color:#7b7b7b; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style:none solid solid solid; border-color: #000000; font-family: tahoma; font-size:13px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:-.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:398px; text-align:justify; margin:0 auto; padding:5px 0px; } .bios .separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Rurik Russo - 07-12-2010 [html] Pale blue eyes gazed listlessly into the gloom of the day; it seemed that it had been raining forever now. He could hardly remember the sunshine. Though Rurik was not normally one to allow the weather to dictate his mood, he could not help but feel slighted by these storms; today should have been a gorgeous summer day, and instead he was caged inside of his house like a pet rat. Leaning against the pane, the silver-shaded werewolf pressed the wet tip of his nose to the cold glass of the window, sighing rather childishly. Suddenly renewed, the silver-shaded man sat straight up, a look of determination crossing his face. He wasn't about to let some rain ruin a good day, and so he stood, calling a good-bye to an unresponsive Liliya as he went out the door and into the pounding storm. Almost immediately, he regretted his decision—just as quickly as he had left his home, he was soaked to the bone. Grumbling, the silver-shaded werewolf stripped off his pants, leaving them in a soaking pile on his front porch. It didn't matter if they sat in the rain; he'd clean them and hang them long before they even thought about going moldy. A strange sound cut through the constant din of the falling rain; the silver-shaded werewolf listed his head curiously, recognizing his own name in the voice of a stranger. Confused, the man hesitated for a moment, wondering why someone he did not know would beckon for him. Rurik was not a suspicious canine, and he began heading toward the source of the howl, navigating his way over the rainy terrain carefully. Before long, he could see not one but three figures through the gloom—he was surprised, to say the least. The silver-shaded werewolf smiled awkwardly, recognizing only one of these three. “Allo,” the Russian wolf said, a rather confused but altogether friendly smile placed squarely on his muzzle. For once in his life, Rurik did not quite know what to say. .rurik-bones b{font-weight:bold; color:#B44100; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px;} .rurik-bones em {font-style:normal; color:#7F2E00; font-weight:bold; } .rurik-bones strong{font-weight:bold; color:#B88060; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px;} .rurik-bones p{text-indent:35px; padding:0px 15px 15px 15px; margin:0px;} .rurik-bones{width:400px; background-color:#DED2C2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_bones.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 252px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - BIOS - 07-13-2010 [html] The canis were looking among the trees, expecting anyone to come out any time answering to the call of Ever as it seemed that no one knew the one named Rurik for certain… BIOS, after thinking about it, felt pressure in his chest, he was about to confirm of whom was the name he apparently dreamed… All the blurry memories in his mind and the estrange “illusion” he had in the morning were slowly convincing and in the same time intimidating him to the idea of watching front to front a real “walker”… He gulped… He suddenly felt he was not prepared to confront that childish fear yet..! But for the time he wanted to retreat and go it was too late..! .bios .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#FFFFFF;} .bios p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .bios b {color:#59E817; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .bios-img {background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... _table.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:260px;} .bios {background-color:#7b7b7b; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style:none solid solid solid; border-color: #000000; font-family: tahoma; font-size:13px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:-.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:398px; text-align:justify; margin:0 auto; padding:5px 0px; } .bios .separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Ever Mayawyn - 07-13-2010 [html] Sorry for the sucky post, I reflected my feelings now into Ever. >.<
The air was cold with the storm ripping through the clouds overhead. As the howl left her lips and swept across the land Ever was suddenly chilled, her hackles raised slightly. She could hear BIOS’s comment but she couldn’t answer. The four wolves huddled in the small shelter in the woods with a canopy of thick leaves above. All they could do was wait until Rurik Russo showed up. The minutes ticked by but all that could be heard was the storm thrashing against the canopy. Feeling cold and wet to the bone, the young silver female crouched with her head to her chest and her tail tucked under herself. Her knees shook and her eyes were dull. Rain drops dripped from her muzzle and into her eyes until she closed them. .character-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; } .character-a01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .character-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .character-a01 {margin:0 auto; width:324px; background-color:#806195; background-image:url(http://img714.imageshack.us/img714/5058/testcopy.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px double #000000; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#d6b3ee; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Yuki Miyako - 07-14-2010 [html] Skittles. It had been so long since Yuki had experienced any thing even close to a pack structure. It had always seemed to her that all the members were family; whether they were loners who had joined or not. They owned some thing, together, they were like room mates of nature. "It is different then a squirrel being in the tree and a raccoon living under it. If raccoons even live underground.." She thought with little confidence. She wished she had got the chance to know what it had felt like.. To be accepted.. To have people to call your family.. To be included in Celebrations.. But if her mother hadn't made those stupid decisions and got kicked out the pack,that would have meant she wouldn't have mated with some one outside of the pack and Yuki wouldn't of been born. "If that would be considered such a bad thing." She felt like she didn't belong. Every one could see the man called Rurik that they tried so hard to find, along with the beautiful scenery. Anger bubbled inside her stomach, she felt it slowly climb up her throat, tingling and wanting to boil out as words. She wanted to yell and scream "How could some thing considered so mighty give me this curse? I can't even see the earth I live on half the time I'm here!" she suddenly felt sick, she wished that anger was a living thing she would fight it head on. She would destroy it. She could experience being content with the days when she could see everything clearly. If only anger was a person, and if only she could have the feeling courage on her side. As she day-dreamed about impossible things, she hardly noticed as BIOS starting speaking. She watched as he moved back timidly, it broke her heart. It reminded her of herself when she was younger, always afraid of the unknown. She lifted her head back, looking up into the sky her eyes desired to behold. Rain drops soaked her face, purifying her and clearing her mind. She could barely see the dark outline of the clouds. But a faint shape was flying was slightly visible with the dark rain clouds as a background. It was a bird, its motions were zigzagged as it flew awkwardly across the sky. A smile was drawn to her lips as she recognized the familiar figure or the bird. "Chip." She thought to herself as he neared her and landed by her side. His feathers were smoothed back, all except the small patch that stuck straight up in the middle of his head like a Mohawk. "You came." She said silently, hoping that he some how understood how pleased she was with him. But with her blurred vision she could barely tell if he was even staring up at her with those beady eyes, and at that moment, Yuki Miyako wanted to cry. .character-yus11oj b {font-weight:bold; color:#62c523; letter-spacing:1px; } .character-yus11oj .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georiga, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #ff5f20} .character-yus11oj p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-family:Comic-Sans-MS; color:#541f1f;} .character-yus11oj i {font-weight:italic; letter-spacing:1px; color: #db161d; font-family:Comic-Sans-MS;} .character-yus11oj {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#f1f1f2; background-image:url(http://i31.tinypic.com/r2qdyb.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border-style: dashed #969696 1px; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 227px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Rurik Russo - 07-19-2010 [html] One of the trio seemed to retreat slowly at his appearance, and Rurik frowned at this; he had recognized BIOS, but he did not realize the young man was afraid of him, and he did not know why. This was bothersome, certainly, but Rurik was not the type to voice his own discomfort. He figured BIOS would come around, and once again he smiled to encourage this. As the dog crept forward, Rurik's smile broadened. No one seemed particularly forward; the females remained relatively quiet, one of them murmuring words to a small bird that landed nearby. Rurik could not make out these words, but BIOS began to speak, more clearly and directed toward him. The silver-shaded werewolf's eyes widened; he didn't consider what he had done any sort of saving. “Er... I... I guess!” he said, reaching his hand up to nervously tug at his hair, smiling bashfully. “Well, I mean. I am Rurik Russo—I just didn't know I'd done you such a favor, mine friend.” he admitted truthfully. It had never occurred to Rurik that intervening in that conversation would have been considered salvation—he hadn't thought it was such a big deal, but apparently it had made quite the impact on BIOS's life, and so Rurik would not question such a thing. “Is there something else I could do for you? You guys look like a funeral line,” he said, studying the somber faces before him, trying to lighten the mood with something of a joke. .rurik-angel {width:400px; background-color:#E1E3D8; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_angel.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:286px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} .rurik-angel b {color:#2A5784;} .rurik-angel strong {color:#001A33;} .rurik-angel strong {color:#0A3966;} .rurik-angel p {text-indent:40px; padding:0px 12px 0px 12px; margin:1px 0px 10px 0px; } </style> [/html] - BIOS - 08-05-2010 [html] Got no words to express how embarrassed I’m for my unadvised absence… I hope we can continue whit this and future threads… *Sad puppy face* :C
“Er... I... I guess! Well, I mean. I am Rurik Russo—I just didn't know I'd done you such a favor, mine friend." .bios .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#FFFFFF;} .bios p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .bios b {color:#59E817; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .bios-img {background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... _table.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:260px;} .bios {background-color:#7b7b7b; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style:none solid solid solid; border-color: #000000; font-family: tahoma; font-size:13px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:-.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:398px; text-align:justify; margin:0 auto; padding:5px 0px; } .bios .separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Yuki Miyako - 08-11-2010 [html] This. Thread. Is. Ganna. Die. D: Yuki watched as the blurs conversed, BIOS still seemed to be a bit scared, but more reassured then he was a moment ago. Chip seemed to sense the awkwardness as well, because he automaticly switched to silent mode. Her ears perked as the dog talked about the way the man named Rurik was standing, it was the little things that she could catch people saying that could give her hints about her surroundings. Of course she could just ask some one, but she didn't really want any one to know that she had ran almost blindly the whole way there. She grinned as the man joked, obviously trying to get them to soften up. As she sat on the cool ground, she guessed that it was grass, meaning they had came a long way from the beach. Her tail swayed as she listened and waited for the conversation to carry on. .character-yus11oj b {font-weight:bold; color:#62c523; letter-spacing:1px; } .character-yus11oj .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georiga, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #ff5f20} .character-yus11oj p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-family:Comic-Sans-MS; color:#541f1f;} .character-yus11oj i {font-weight:italic; letter-spacing:1px; color: #db161d; font-family:Comic-Sans-MS;} .character-yus11oj {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#f1f1f2; background-image:url(http://i31.tinypic.com/r2qdyb.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border-style: dashed #969696 1px; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 227px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Rurik Russo - 09-07-2010 This post looks great thus far. :3 Still a little work on dashes, but as it's a very difficult habit to break, nobody expects you to improve overnight! Spelling was much improved in this post, as well. ^_^ [html] http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_bottledrage.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 245px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;"> The silver-shaded werewolf was confused at first; was his presence here before BIOS not proof enough of his existence? Then, as the dog continued, the werewolf came to a realization: this one was not familiar with Luperci! It had been many years since Rurik had come over on the boat, and in those times, he had met quite a few canines who did not know what a two-legged canine was. Now, it seemed as if the majority of those he met were shifters, and so the man had not been expecting this. He grinned, relieved that it was a simple misunderstanding and not some hallucinatory madness. “Oh, yes! I am sorry, I did not know you were talking about being a Luperci,” the werewolf said, gently as he could—he offered this word with pride, his blue eyes shifting from one to another. There was nothing wrong with being a Luperci or a normal wolf if that was what one truly wanted, but Rurik enjoyed his abilities quite a lot, and he would share them, given the opportunity. “Aye, this was me! But I think you would have been alright on your own,” he said, smiling broadly. ”Strong guy, you know?” the werewolf he added, leaning toward the ladies and speaking more toward them. Though he was clearly exaggerating the nature of the situation for the benefit of the ladies present. “You were in rough shape, my friend,” he said, more somber. “But you look much healthier now,” he added, remarking on the dog's progress in healing since their last meeting. Even though the rain and general muck around them, Rurik could see BIOS was much better off than when they had first met. <style type="text/css"> .rurik-bottledrage b{font-weight:bold; color:#BC2B26; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px;} .rurik-bottledrage em {color:#770501;font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; font-style:normal;} .rurik-bottledrage p{text-indent:35px; padding:0px 15px 15px 15px; margin:0px;} </style> [/html] - BIOS - 09-13-2010 [html] Got no words to express how embarrassed I’m for my unadvised absence… I hope we can continue whit this and future threads… *Sad puppy face* :C
"Luperci..?" .bios .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#FFFFFF;} .bios p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .bios b {color:#59E817; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .bios-img {background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... _table.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:260px;} .bios {background-color:#7b7b7b; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style:none solid solid solid; border-color: #000000; font-family: tahoma; font-size:13px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:-.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:398px; text-align:justify; margin:0 auto; padding:5px 0px; } .bios .separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] |