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- Nayru - 11-04-2010 [html] shaw. Bleep short. Of course. 309.
It was the first excursion outside of Dahlia de Mai in many weeks. There had simply been no reason for her to leave the packlands. And even now she hadn’t gone far. But there was good reason for it. Less than ten miles from their borders a new pack had sprung up and rather quickly too. Nayru could hear their howls at times, and it had been this that had first alerted the girl to their presence. The journey from Dahlia de Mai’s western end to the eastern border of the newest clan took nearly no time at all, the late fall sun was at its highest peak when she arrived. It certainly was more convenient than traveling to Aniwaya had been or Crimson Dreams. Yet it was this closeness that concerned her. Although she did not take to heart all the evil Larkspur still spoke of Inferni, they were almost too close for comfort. This pack certainly was closer than even Inferni. .nay b {font-weight:bold; color:#c28085; letter-spacing:1px; } .nay .ooc { font-style:italic; color:#ffffff; padding-top:290px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .nay p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color: #080202} .nay {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#8d1820; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... l/nayr.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Shawchert Menue - 11-04-2010 [html] 3 Points OOC: <3 Shawchert was heading out to the borders today, not for the sake of making sure that things were fine there, but he wanted to add to what they had started their first day. Then he would probably just find his way around as a small patrol, though so far there had yet to be any intruders, he wasn’t willing to risk much of anything. He’d found the tree and boulder where they’d first set foot on their new home, he’d found an old tube of paint in a store that had been in the village they dubbed Thornbury. He’d found three colors that were still usable, all oil paints, though hard to dry it was also hard to come off when it did dry. He thought that it would be perfect to add a little color to the scene. The paints he had were blue green and yellow, and he was able to mix them up well enough to make a few interesting colors to smear on the rock. He was in no way an artist with paint, he was more of a musician and carver as one could tell from the border he’d made around the name of the pack itself. It didn’t take long to do what he did, he just felt that color would be nice and he’d found the paints. They were small tubes though so they didn’t have much and what he put on was not a depiction of a scene, but something random. Once he’d finished, he was in the mood for his flute, and as he walked his borders he pulled it out, and started playing a light tune, he was still alert to everything else around him though as he marched the borders of his land. So once he came upon an interesting looking wolf he stopped his flute suddenly, she seemed distressed in a way, and he was hoping no one in his pack had done anything to her. He moved closer, staying on the inside of the borders. How may I help you? He inquired calmly, and in a welcome sort of matter, he could smell that of Dahlia on him, as a very close neighbor he’d visited there at least once. He’d met the beautiful Tsukiko there, and felt that he’d surely go there again soon enough. Though the look on this young woman’s face, made him worry, had he built his pack on a favorite hunting ground of hers, or did she have something here that belong to her? .shawshack .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:8px; color:#402a11} .shawshack .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:8px; color:#402a11} .shawshack b {font-weight:bold; color:#e3cf9d; letter-spacing:1px; } .shawshack {margin:0 auto; width:350px; background-color:#ac7136; background-image:url(http://img826.imageshack.us/img826/1238/table2top.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 223px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#916e5e; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Nayru - 11-08-2010 [html] 364 . The sound of the flute came first to her ears and like any trained warrior had it not been this to alert her it would have been something else. His scent. The crushing leaves underfoot. A twig snap. Or simply the rustle of his fur as legs carried him closer to her. It had been a long time since Nayru had been caught unaware and it would be a long time yet, for even if her skills with her weapon needed some fine tuning, she was, already at such a young age, an expert tracker and spy. And as such she knew how to detect others before they detected her; even when she was at ease and not on duty this would not leave her. So his arrival was not a surprise and she waited patiently for the male, who smelled strongly of the scent markings that generated the invisible boundary between pack land and neutral territory. When he did come upon her she appeared as she had before, putting on no prefaces, which she could if she wished, but instead was just Nayru, pensive and thoughtful that day. .nay b {font-weight:bold; color:#c28085; letter-spacing:1px; } .nay .ooc { font-style:italic; color:#ffffff; padding-top:290px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .nay p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color: #080202} .nay {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#8d1820; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... l/nayr.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Shawchert Menue - 11-09-2010 [html] OOC: Ugh fail post :/ Nothing seemed to get by this wolf least of all Shawchert himself and his music. He smiled at the young wolf as she introduced herself, it seemed that she had some concerns about him moving in, he hoped it was just curiousity and not unhappiness, but he could not please everyone. It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Naryu. My name is Shawchert of Cercatori D’Arte, and well I’m the leader of the pack who moved into this bit of forest. My new pack has just settled here not too long ago, He didn’t say too much more, he wasn’t really here to please the other wolves but he didn’t want unhappiness to settle between packs so he did want to choose his words wisely. He had in fact moved quite close to Dahlia and there might be some tension because of it, but he was ready and willing to make that all go away. He wasn’t a straight out fighter himself, but a musician, but he wouldn’t let someone take his home from him either. He still had on his polite smile, unsure about this wolf. I have actually visited your pack not too long ago, and I must say it is a beautiful place. He said, though praise would only get him so far he had to try, not to mention he was telling the truth, of what he was able to see of the pack lands of Dahlia it had been no wonder why it was claimed by them. .shawshack .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:8px; color:#402a11} .shawshack .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:8px; color:#402a11} .shawshack b {font-weight:bold; color:#e3cf9d; letter-spacing:1px; } .shawshack {margin:0 auto; width:350px; background-color:#ac7136; background-image:url(http://img826.imageshack.us/img826/1238/table2top.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 223px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#916e5e; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Nayru - 11-10-2010 [html] 326. The male was pleasant and his voice kind and Nayru allowed her eyes to meet his own, taking in all the details about him. Shawchert, the leader of Cercatori D’Arte. Upon his admission of leadership Nayru bowed deeply, putting her whole body into the act rather than just her head. It was a graceful and ladylike bow, although she did not curtsy. “The pleasure is mine.” And perhaps it was, for Shawchert was of importance, a leader in the nearest pack, and Nayru was nothing. A pion of Dahlia de Mai and certainly barely a blip on anyone’s radar. Yet Shawchert seemed not to care or know if she held rank, or anything or the sort, for he continued on warmly and with respect. .nay b {font-weight:bold; color:#c28085; letter-spacing:1px; } .nay .ooc { font-style:italic; color:#ffffff; padding-top:290px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .nay p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color: #080202} .nay {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#8d1820; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... l/nayr.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Shawchert Menue - 11-12-2010 [html] OOC: <3 To Shawchert’s pleasure she seemed to accept that a new pack popped up. He blushed a little as she had bowed to him. He was not use to the treatment of an actual alpha male, but he smiled, pleased. He also seemed to have said the right words, she was a proud wolf and she was proud of her own lands. It made him feel good to know he was able to tell the truth and show her that he had respect of her pack. I’m afraid I was not able to meet your pack leader yet, but I do look forward to in the near future. He said. He was anticipating the day he would get to meet the leader of Dahlia and now he knew his name. something that Shawchert had hoped he would learn before he met the man, he was sure his name was spreading as well… not like wild fire but quick enough. He wasn’t concerned though, he would have to get use to it and try not to get a big head. He pulled up his flute to his mouth at her question and played a few notes We, my fine young friend are here to better ourselves in that of the arts. We will perform and entertain mainly. Well we will in the near future. We are few and far between right now, but we are growing. he said confidently. His plans were to eventually have some of the mucisians, dancers, and what ever else there was go to festivities of other packs and perform for them so they could enjoy their time and not have to feel they had a job to do to entertain their own. .shawshack .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:8px; color:#402a11} .shawshack .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:8px; color:#402a11} .shawshack b {font-weight:bold; color:#e3cf9d; letter-spacing:1px; } .shawshack {margin:0 auto; width:350px; background-color:#ac7136; background-image:url(http://img826.imageshack.us/img826/1238/table2top.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 223px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#916e5e; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Nayru - 11-18-2010 [html] 308. “Is that all you will do?” .nay b {font-weight:bold; color:#c28085; letter-spacing:1px; } .nay .ooc { font-style:italic; color:#ffffff; padding-top:290px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .nay p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color: #080202} .nay {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#8d1820; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... l/nayr.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Shawchert Menue - 11-20-2010 [html] +3 OOC: blah last bit was a bit meh, Shawchert shook his head, of course the way he put it, that really was all that they did, but no, there was more to the pack than just performance, there was always something to do no matter what. We do more than just that, but that is what we are based on. Though there is no saying we don’t allow anyone to get any better at hunting, or healing say. We do not frown upon things that aren’t artistic, we just prefer to be ourselves. Shawchert explained, it was simple enough, he hunted for the pack and with them, and they did the same. He helped rebuild the houses, repair things as well as any other thing that dealt with wood. He doubted he had to say anything like that though. At this point I think we have some pretty skilled wolves here. I have not seen much of their work at the moment as we are still getting settled in, but I know I can play the flute well enough myself. He wasn’t being egotistical, he just knew he was good enough with the flute for other’s to enjoy it. He could see that she was slightly put off by her own question in a way, though he was not offended what so ever. he knew that was the only way to learn about something and asking questions was a good thing. What is your alpha like? I’m not trying to dig deep into his whole past, just curious. And it seems you are quite a loyal pack wizard to Dahlia I can tell, you must love it there yeah? Shawchert said hoping to let her know he had questions, though he wasn’t trying to get huge specifics as he knew she was quite a loyal little one he doubted she would tell him too much of anything that would make her think he’d be able to run over Dahlia’s toes. That was something he didn’t wish to do. .shawrock .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:9px; color:#fffff0} .shawrock .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:9px; color:#c16945} .shawrock b {font-weight:bold; color:#9fae56; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .shawrock {margin:0 auto; width:452px; background-color:#12151c; background-image:url(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/9877 ... erttop.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 318px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, verdana; font-size:11px; color:#916e5e; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Nayru - 12-01-2010 [html] bleep, sorry for the wait. 319.
.nay b {font-weight:bold; color:#c28085; letter-spacing:1px; } .nay .ooc { font-style:italic; color:#ffffff; padding-top:290px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .nay p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color: #080202} .nay {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#8d1820; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... l/nayr.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Shawchert Menue - 12-04-2010 [html] yaaay I posted!! Why we entertain anyone that wants to be entertained. Shawchert said. Smiling happily at her. If there is a festival, or a celebration, we would offer our services, but I must say, I will never walk in uninvited. Shaw said, he loved entertaining wolves of all kinds but he still respected boundaries. He listened to her as she spoke about her leader it was as much of an answer he could hope for, a born leader, Shaw wished he could say the same about himself, though he was born to a leader, and would have taken over the pack, back when he was a pup… he was a runt… the smallest one in his litter which meant he was weak, but with the care his mother had given him, and his own genetics at work, after he was kicked from the pack he started rapidly growing, and soon was heads taller than many of the wolve’s he’d met. He’d gained what knowledge he’d use for the future and now he was a leader, though he’d been born into it, it wasn’t something he’d expect to do especially make a new one all together. .shawshack .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:8px; color:#402a11} .shawshack .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:8px; color:#402a11} .shawshack b {font-weight:bold; color:#e3cf9d; letter-spacing:1px; } .shawshack {margin:0 auto; width:350px; background-color:#ac7136; background-image:url(http://img826.imageshack.us/img826/1238/table2top.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 223px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#916e5e; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Nayru - 12-13-2010 [html] Weee. 322
.nay b {font-weight:bold; color:#c28085; letter-spacing:1px; } .nay .ooc { font-style:italic; color:#ffffff; padding-top:290px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .nay p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color: #080202} .nay {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#8d1820; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... l/nayr.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Shawchert Menue - 12-14-2010 [html] OOC: If you want this closed now just give me a pm I’ll archive it <3 I have no doubts I’ll meet him soon enough. Shawchert said as he planned on visiting the leaders of the packs, soon hopefully. He wanted to show them that he was not here to take anyones land, especially Dahlia’s or that he was here to challenge any of them in any way. The silence became quite awkward, but he didn’t have to break the silence as Naryu spoke up, saying she got what she needed. Shawchert smiled at her, pleased he was able to meet one of his new neighbors. It was very good to meet you Naryu, please come by again, you’re good company, maybe I could play you something next time. He said, smilling at her and giving her a bow, but he didn’t move, he felt it a little polite to wait for his visiting party to move out of the line of sight, then he would move on to his business. .shawrock .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:9px; color:#fffff0} .shawrock .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:11px; padding:9px; color:#c16945} .shawrock b {font-weight:bold; color:#9fae56; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .shawrock {margin:0 auto; width:452px; background-color:#12151c; background-image:url(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/9877 ... erttop.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 318px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, verdana; font-size:11px; color:#916e5e; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> |