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- Fiachra Gervase - 01-01-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> #fia01 { width: 400px; background: #000 url('http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n571/britcurtisxo/fia/tablehead01.jpg') top center no-repeat; padding-top: 260px; padding-bottom: 15px; border: 1px solid #000; color: #fefee2; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; } #fia01 h1 { color: #fff; font-size: 18px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 15px; } #fia01 p { margin: 5px 20px; line-height: 15px; } #fia01 .ooc { color: #525243; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 15px; } #fia01 .speak { color: #ffad0e; font-weight: bold; } </style>
1. Character Name: Fiachra Ginevra Gervase. Sick of walking. Oh, she was so sick of walking. Her eyes glazed over slightly as she adjusted her bag on her back. When had she slept last? She wasn't sure. The only thing that she was sure of was that she was sore, tired, and really, truly very sick of walking. Never mind that, the silence was killing her. She walked on. She couldn't stop, not after... no, she couldn't think of that. Her jaw tightened and she took a deep breath to soothe herself. The sharpened edges of the cross on her rosary dug into her hand as she squeezed it, trying to keep herself awake. She couldn't sleep. Not yet. She had to keep moving. Something had changed in the air while she walked. She paused, raising her nose to the sky and sniffing. She was close to a pack, but where? She was in the middle of a forest, and not a very populated one at that. But she could smell them, and she had to trust that. She was still outside of the borders, but not by a whole lot. She hid her belongings behind a tree, stripped off her jeans and shirt, and made the transformation to her wolf form. She wasn't sure if there was a such thing as shifters here, and she didn't want to scare the hell out of anyone.. although, thinking of it, it could be amusing. She also wasn't sure when she had decided to try to make this home, but it felt right. She raised her head to the sky, howling for the attention of someone who lived here, then tucked her tail, lowered her head and waited in silence for someone to come. - Itachi Lykoi - 01-01-2011 [html] HI! sswm 257 The howl caused oversized ears to stand attention on top of his light blonde head. Eyes opened to reveal deep scarlet as his light slumber was disturbed. There were no stars in the sky now, but there was light. Anything to escape the caves. The young male stood and took a moment to stretch before he left the cave’s mouth behind and headed down into the more forested area of the Anathema territory. The call belonged to a stranger, and the flawed Lykoi prince found his curiosity awaken within his growing form. Tail moved fluidly behind his pacing form, and it did not take long before he found the stranger’s face, waiting by the borders obediently. He liked that. He had never been through this procedure before, but did not take for granted that it was a stranger wishing for a home. This was what he wanted though, for he craved a reason to call for his beloved, pale leader with the emerald eyes.
”Who are you?” he asked, scarlet eyes framed with lilac filling with firm suspicion as he stared at the adult. These were his lands more than they were hers, and therefore he had the full right to parade and act as he pleased. Although he was young and had not yet had the time to grow into his full size, he was no scrawny runt anymore. He cocked his head slightly to the left, allowing hackles to rise in an attempt to make his form seem larger than it really was. .itachi1 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi1 b {color:#8b4d30; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .itachi1 {background-color:#d39775; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... itable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:15px 0px 180px 10px; border:1px solid #924e55; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7a593d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .itachi1-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Fiachra Gervase - 01-01-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> #fia01 { width: 400px; background: #000 url('http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n571/britcurtisxo/fia/tablehead01.jpg') top center no-repeat; padding-top: 260px; padding-bottom: 15px; border: 1px solid #000; color: #fefee2; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; } #fia01 h1 { color: #fff; font-size: 18px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 15px; } #fia01 p { margin: 5px 20px; line-height: 15px; } #fia01 .ooc { color: #525243; font-style: italic; } #fia01 .speak { color: #ffad0e; font-weight: bold; } </style> Yayyyy~ SSWM: 179. Someone was coming. A male, it seemed. She knew better than to look at him. Her curiosity was roused, as she usually analyzed others when she met them, but she knew the sacrifice a glance could make. Fiachra had had this exchange many times, but never from this side of the equation. It was horrifyingly intimidating. What if he was like those who had attacked her? Not on pack lands, surely... unless this pack was very much unlike her birth pack, which it probably was. It didn't feel like her old home. But it felt like her new one. She had to stay. She just knew it. She kept her eyes averted and listened to his words carefully. He asked a question, and she answered slowly, each word spoken with precision. "I am Fiachra Gervase. I come in search of a home." She let silence fall over them, and focused even more closely at the ground. His voice had made her curious; she wanted to look at him. She would wait until he was ready though. All in time. - Itachi Lykoi - 01-01-2011 [html] sswm 321 He was content with her behaviour. Children could so easily be laughed at and it could at times be hard to be taken serious. However, this female’s gaze did not once rise to seek eye contact, and it soothed his young, arrogant mind straight away. A smile of contentment refrained from settling on his lips though, as this was the first official.. thing he had done for Anathema yet. In fact he was not certain if Naniko would permit such a thing, but here he was now and turning around to leave this to someone else was not a valid option that he felt required to make. Her name was a mouthful, but no more than other silly titles were. A name was a name, and it meant little in the Lykoi hybrid’s ears. He had manners enough to return the courtesy, only because she did such a damn good job at playing submissive. ”I am Itachi Lykoi,” Pride was well apparent in his voice, though he did not think she would recognize him as a prince. Few did, but he knew with certainty that his blood was vivid and royal. That was enough.
His heart’s pace quickened as she revealed that she sought a home. He would see Naniko again, and he would be able to show her that he could easily do the work of an adult. ”What can you offer Anathema?” he sternly asked, giving her the name of the pack whose borders they were currently standing on. Ruby continued to stare at her grayscale form. He had barely gotten a glimpse of them, as her gaze was carefully averted, but she had lovely eyes. The different hues in different individuals’ eyes continued to astonish him. His leader’s emeralds remained pure perfection, but he had a weakness for blue as well. Strange how he could get lost in eyes dressed in a simple colour. .itachi1 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi1 b {color:#8b4d30; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .itachi1 {background-color:#d39775; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... itable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:15px 0px 180px 10px; border:1px solid #924e55; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7a593d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .itachi1-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Fiachra Gervase - 01-01-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> #fia01 { width: 400px; background: #000 url('http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n571/britcurtisxo/fia/tablehead01.jpg') top center no-repeat; padding-top: 260px; padding-bottom: 15px; border: 1px solid #000; color: #fefee2; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; } #fia01 h1 { color: #fff; font-size: 18px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 15px; } #fia01 p { margin: 5px 20px; line-height: 15px; } #fia01 .ooc { color: #525243; font-style: italic; } #fia01 .speak { color: #ffad0e; font-weight: bold; } </style> SSWM: 247. His voice screamed of his youth now. She still did not look at him, but she would bet that he had not yet had his first birthday. He was trying a little bit too hard, much like she had done when she had first greeted newcomers. She maintained her submission, knowing that it would be pleasing to him. He needed the ego boost, if he was anything like she had been at that age. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintence, sir," she told him, just enough sugar in her voice to make the honorific sound like a compliment. She was good at social games; she always had been. Her mother had said she could have been their leader someday. An alphess? Her? Hardly. Too much energy for not enough reward. The next question was expected. Anathema. She memorized the name. She tried not to sound as if her answer was prepared. "I'm a fair hunter, sir, and I can mend clothing and materials. I can even practice some medicine. My mother was a medic, and she taught me." Her nerves were picking up a little bit. She could also brew a rather pleasant batch of alcohol, but she wasn't sure that it'd be to her advantage to tell him that. Oh, how she wished she could have stayed in her upright form and held her rosary. No, no, protocol always. She was good at protocol. But it sure as hell didn't mean she liked it. - Itachi Lykoi - 01-01-2011 [html] sswm 241 To boost the arrogant youth’s ego could be a good way to go, though the woman should be careful not to feed it too much. Ears took in the words she had to say. Her voice was draped with lovely sugar, and he pushed his pale golden chest just a little bit further to absorb the complimenting tones she offered him. Of course it was a pleasure; did she not understand that his name more or less reeked with his royalty? He sat down on the frozen ground, gently wrapping his silky tail around his pale paws. She listed up her skills and he nodded despite the fact that she could not see this. He quite adored this role he was playing; it made him feel important and less of a child, which was very good in his world. These seemed only to be her strengths however, and he did not adore pack members that were so full of themselves that they could not name a flaw.
He did not believe this woman was one such person though, as all he had asked for was those strengths. ”Do you have any weaknesses then?” he wondered, cocking his head further and further to the side as he found himself smiling at her submissive form. His tone was not exactly mocking, but an adult from Anathema could probably have put him in place had they heard the arrogance in his youthful voice. .itachi1 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi1 b {color:#8b4d30; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .itachi1 {background-color:#d39775; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... itable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:15px 0px 180px 10px; border:1px solid #924e55; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7a593d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .itachi1-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Fiachra Gervase - 01-01-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> #fia01 { width: 400px; background: #000 url('http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n571/britcurtisxo/fia/tablehead01.jpg') top center no-repeat; padding-top: 260px; padding-bottom: 15px; border: 1px solid #000; color: #fefee2; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; } #fia01 h1 { color: #fff; font-size: 18px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 15px; } #fia01 p { margin: 5px 20px; line-height: 15px; } #fia01 .ooc { color: #525243; font-style: italic; } #fia01 .speak { color: #ffad0e; font-weight: bold; } </style> SSWM: 237 Another question that she had, more or less, expected. These were standard questions. She thought for a moment, then stated one that was terribly obvious already. "I'm very small, sir, as you can see. It puts me at a disadvantage. And I am.. how to say? Not very personable." Of course, she meant that she was a right bitch, but she would not say that. Diplomacy was a skill that she would not be confessing today, and it was important that he not know that she was already on his train of thought. He seemed to like her, underneath the layers of egocentric nonsense, and she very nearly didn't mind him either. She was not too terribly much older than he was anyhow, and she knew where he was coming from. Her stomach was rolling. She had not eaten in quite some time, and sleep was nearly as scarce. Her body was long since running on empty, and she feared she would not make it through this meeting before she collapsed. She steeled herself, keeping her submissive posture, her eyes staring blankly at the ground as she stopped paying attention to what she was seeing. She pressed her paw into the ground without moving it, getting dirt into the cut from her rosary earlier. The pain fueled her mind, allowing her to keep herself upright. How much longer would adrenaline keep her standing? Long enough... she hoped. - Itachi Lykoi - 01-01-2011 [html] sswm 306 He nodded against as she served him her answer. He did not catch the meaning of “not very personable”, but he was not about to ask about it. No, Itachi was content with the answers she had so willingly given away, and what he really wanted to do was to call for the woman with the beautiful eyes. He got up on four paws again, fully recovered from the hours of sleep earlier and feeling his youthful energy fuel him and make him somewhat restless. Ruby turned to gaze up towards the hill in the direction of the caves, but no one else had arrived to take over the scene. Good, he wanted to remain in charge until the Queen appeared to judge this woman seeking a place within Anathema’s proud ranks. Did these thoughts concur that this was in fact his new home now, then? He supposed they did, and did not find the taste of the revelation too bitter.
He turned fully, away from her, and released a howl of request. It was for any of the two leaders, but he knew who he hoped to see. His blonde tail wagged in immerse expectation as he turned back to her. He had done a good job at this, and it was important to please his superiors. It mattered little that Fiachra’s acceptance would immediately make her the Lykoi’s superior, but that was all right. He had done everything right, and to be honest, rank was not something he would strive to possess. He cared little for others, with the lonely exception of the pale woman that had offered him a home in these lands when Inferni had closed its doors in his face. "A leader will come to judge whether or not you are worthy," he proudly declared, stating the obvious. .itachi1 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi1 b {color:#8b4d30; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .itachi1 {background-color:#d39775; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... itable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:15px 0px 180px 10px; border:1px solid #924e55; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7a593d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .itachi1-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-02-2011 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> Welcome back! :] And wow, you guys posted in this so quickly XD wc: 362
- Fiachra Gervase - 01-02-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> #fia01 { width: 400px; background: #000 url('http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n571/britcurtisxo/fia/tablehead01.jpg') top center no-repeat; padding-top: 260px; padding-bottom: 15px; border: 1px solid #000; color: #fefee2; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; } #fia01 h1 { color: #fff; font-size: 18px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 15px; } #fia01 p { margin: 5px 20px; line-height: 15px; } #fia01 .ooc { color: #525243; font-style: italic; } #fia01 .speak { color: #ffad0e; font-weight: bold; } </style> Hiya there. SSWM: 294 She was glad that she was staring at the ground. She had a feeling that if she had looked at the boy, she might have laughed. He sounded so bold now, exerting his dominance over her. She didn't mind. If her presence benefited him, so be it. She listened to him speak and turned her amusement inward, not letting the slightest of it leak. After all, she knew what she might have done, had someone not submitted to her absolutely at the borders of her home. So she kept her eyes away, her tail tucked, her body low and inconspicuous. I am no threat to you, she thought to Itachi. I am no threat to anyone. You like me. You will vouch for me. She visualized her rosary as an overlay to the ground, counting beads slowly to pass the time until her judge would come to determine her worth. It wasn't long after she caught the scent, stronger on this one, that she heard paws falling, then a voice. It addressed only Itachi, and Fiachra kept quiet. When her input was desired, it would be requested. The voice of this new one showed true dominance, not a delusion of grandeur - this was the alpha, the true leader. She had the same sense of importance that had been carried by her father, Fiyero, who had been their pack's alpha. Fiachra, too, was royalty - a princess long lost to her own lands, too far gone, too far changed to return to them. She wouldn't mind not being royalty here, though. That life was not for her, had not been for her in a while. She simply wanted a comfortable existance, if not one stained by the paranoia and coldness that had tainted her. - Itachi Lykoi - 01-02-2011 [html] sswm 325 The boy was aware that he was perhaps taking this a bit too long, but practise eventually resulted in some variation of perfection. He thought he was doing well considering alternative endings that he could conjure out of the air as he waited for the pale queen or her sub-leader to arrive. The female did not reply with anything at all, and he was satisfied with this; disinterested in this woman as a unique individual for now. It was.. difficult for the golden boy to fight the apathy that so easily remained nestled within his cooling core. All he wished for was to lay his sunset eyes on flawless, pale fur, and it was not too much to ask, as the sound of approach soon reached. Audits perked forward and he turned to see the queen approach, majestic and graceful as she always remained around his devoted figure.
Contentment was apparent within deep red as she complimented his already spoiled ego. His muzzle dipped to face the snow covered ground as it battled for purity with Naniko’s dazzling pelt coat, and he expressed his gratitude in silence. He ignored the childish title, ”boy”, thinking that he would gradually earn his weight in gold eventually. ”This is Fiachra Gervase and she wishes to join our ranks.” The young Lykoi’s face turned to the grayscale woman as he spoke now, keeping a keen eye on her body language so that he would know immediately if he got anything wrong. ”She tells me that she is a fair hunter and has knowledge of mending clothing. She also practices medicine.” Those seemed to be the strengths she had listed up, and the boy wondered if she knew how to mend torn flesh as well as she dared to claim that she practised medicine.
Ruby turned back to the angelic face of his female leader, though he was vary of maintaining constant eye contact with the lovely adult. .itachi1 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi1 b {color:#8b4d30; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .itachi1 {background-color:#d39775; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... itable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:15px 0px 180px 10px; border:1px solid #924e55; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7a593d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .itachi1-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-02-2011 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> I really like your writing style and Fiachra ^^ wc: 413
- Fiachra Gervase - 01-02-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> #fia01 { width: 400px; background: #000 url('http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n571/britcurtisxo/fia/tablehead01.jpg') top center no-repeat; padding-top: 260px; padding-bottom: 15px; border: 1px solid #000; color: #fefee2; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; } #fia01 h1 { color: #fff; font-size: 18px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 15px; } #fia01 p { margin: 5px 20px; line-height: 15px; } #fia01 .ooc { color: #525243; font-style: italic; } #fia01 .speak { color: #ffad0e; font-weight: bold; } </style> Thank you! SSWM: 284 Fiachra had been blessed not to be bloodshy. She almost wished she'd stayed in her upright form now. She kept her eyes down for the most part still, holding her paw out to her new leader. A glance up showed her striking green eyes, another gave her the image of a dagger. She didn't raise her posture, for she was not accepted yet - that was soon to come. She realized a moment too late that the paw she offered already had damage to it from her rosary. Well enough, may as well keep all of the damage to one place, right? She braced herself for pain, a sensation that she wasn't sure if she hated or loved anymore. Once upon a time, she'd disliked pain, but oh, how things were changing. She stole a glance at Itachi, a handsome boy with crimson eyes that shone with adoration. For the alphess? Seemed so. She kept her eyes low after that, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She was fairly good at being inconspicuous, but she was tired. God forbid that she might slip up and look for too long. That would be a problem that she didn't want to face. Really, she didn't want to face anything right now - she wanted to sleep. She kept her voice low when replying to the words of her leader. "Thank you, ma'am. The virus - is that the Shifting? Like you have. I have that." She was careful when comparing herself to her superior; her voice did not leak an ounce of belief that their similarity made them equal. Careful, always careful, Fiachra was. She was finally home. Now, to just not fuck it up. - Itachi Lykoi - 01-02-2011 [html] sswm 241 His queen seemed pleased and therefore so was he. Gaze had travelled to and fro as he had said his short lines that described the rock hued woman, more or less, but now turned to settle fully on the soon to be member of Anathema. Itachi had been through the same process when he had fled to the mountains in pursuit of the forming pack, and he was proud to hold traces of his queen’s blood within his own crimson streams. His role was done here, and though he knew he wished to linger with the white mistress, he did not want to tempt fate and risk becoming an annoyance to her. He had to give it time, and though he was too young to own immerse amounts of patience, he would try his best anyway. All he had was time, here.
Faded gold ears rested peacefully against the fine hues decorating his skull. Perhaps he should leave, but the boy was intrigued by this unique ritual that the leaders made everyone go through. He adored the effect it brought to his chest, and dark rubies travelled to the sharp knife, hungry to see and inhale fresh blood. The youth’s tail wagged behind him as he kept his respectable distance to them both, though placed his paws closest to the pale woman to underline the fact that he was an existing subordinate, ready to bend to her every will. .itachi1 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi1 b {color:#8b4d30; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .itachi1 {background-color:#d39775; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... itable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:15px 0px 180px 10px; border:1px solid #924e55; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7a593d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .itachi1-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-02-2011 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> wc: 380 Woot! Accepted
- Naniko D'Angelo - 01-02-2011
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