Lord prepare me to be a sanctuary - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: Lord prepare me to be a sanctuary (/showthread.php?tid=14253) |
||
- Pontiac - 01-05-2011 SSWM: There were a few places that the female wanted to travel to and a few names that where whispered to her in the winds that found her ears and put them into her mind that she wanted to place a face with that name. She had a home to return to and a family to welcome her back once she got back. They didn’t care who she went to or where she went as long as she kept the honor of the lands in mind when she went out and about on her visits. Paws moving as the Halfling moved though the snow covered lands. Her paws dug into the lands kicking up snow as she moved like a wild beast in the heat of a hunt, but for her it was just mere play for the wolf hybrid female. With a look of madness running wild in her sin free blue eyes. With a fit of giggle washing over her she stopped as she kicked up the snow and jumped nipping at the snow that started to fall back down. She was like a child all over again, she did miss Jefferson she had grown to have feeling for the grumpy older male, like a older brother. Sure he would not be happy that she left his lands. He didn’t take kind to that sort of thing…well at least Pontiac thought. The female stopped sniffing the air, trying to gain where she was at. There had been some gatherings of new packs since she was last in these lands. How strange. Taking another deep inhale of the scent of the land, there was two new packs one of them being her sister’s pack. It was good to see that the pack where growing enough to support the growth in the lands. However the she wolf did question how many more packs could these lands take before they would have to push out and claim more lands, for Souls in order to support the booming growth. Paws took her to the scent of the newer land that she had not seen since she had been back the female came to the border as she lowered her head down, sniffing at the lands. She wanted to know more about each pack around here that she didn’t already know. She wanted to get to know each leader and find out if needed which packs she would be welcomed to travel to and the packs that she would be willing to pray for. For there was not enough room in this small world of Souls for hate for no other reason than “because”. - Ouija D'Angelo - 01-10-2011 [html]
- Pontiac - 01-11-2011 [html] She loved to travel in her haling shape, it made crossing the great miles of lands go by a lot quicker with longer legs to give her a more powerful and a longer stride in her runs. Blue eyes looked around what part of the lands that she could see from the border lines, from what she could see there wasn’t much that could been seen by the naked eye, nor any thing that made Pontiac want to make these lands a pack. However she knew that there just had to be more then what she seen. Just like her home had more then what she could see by standing on the borders and looking in. Lifting her head as she heard the crunching of snow under the weight of a body the female lifted her ears, still sniffing around the pack lands, she could smell some of her own family kind, but she also could smell the clearly marked pack borders. She wasn’t foolish enough to cross them, so she knew that wondering around the borders trying to figure out scents and pin point those that she knew and those that she didn’t. There wasn’t one that she knew; she could pick up faint scents more so like family names than anything else that she was able to pick up on those scents. The voice spoke out to her as she found her-self in a land of deep thought. Lifting her head up she looked to the…what color would he have been?! White…she hoped, she guessed. ”Hun? Oh! Not really looking for any one. I lived in this area about a year ago, before it came a pack, just trying to figure out more about the lands. Maybe you can tell me? She sat down as she looked to the male, searching for a name she looked at the muti-hued male as she was not able to find one, so that just confirmed that she didn’t know hardly any of the members in this new pack like she thought. ”Uhmm…What’s your name?” She wasn’t sure what to call him by other then Rainbow Wolf, for all the colors that was stripped though his once pure pelt that she would have loved to have…and not the two toned white and tan that she had. [/html] SSWM:385 - Ouija D'Angelo - 01-19-2011 [html]
- Pontiac - 01-23-2011 [html] sswm:511 There she stood talking to the rainbow painted male; he talked of a cult that he was raise in. it was strange to here all of this from him, when she knew that so much of her family line was over in New Brunswick, and she knew that most of her family was a part of some cult not by choice mind you, but it was who they were, it was how they were raised. The tan and white Anathema member knew nothing other than stories of that life style, she was not born into it, nor had she ever been to the lands where her family ruled. Would she have made it though the training that close watched clan members would have put her though? She did not know and nor would she ever. A part of her cared she wanted to know about her past, she wanted to learn about her family and the family name and the means that went be hide it. ”Strange…” that was about all she could think of saying since her family story seemed to have a lot in common with his male’s story, so much that it was slightly odd with how much was in common with the short story . Her mind wonder as it normal did about the chance of him knowing anything about the family that she came from, was there a chance that he could have been taken in by the clan and forced to learn the religion that made the D'Angelo who they where, it seemed like the whole family was haunted by the beliefs and madness that ran though there blood. ”Hun? Oh! What am I looking for?” She repeated what the male had just said; she thought about it, what was she looking for? Well before the male talked about where he had come from she did not know, however now that she had her interest sparked by the male she smiled as she licking her lips. ”I believe you.” She spoke with a over sweet tone to her voice. She laughed giving her head a shake as her shaggy mane fall back into place. ”Sort of do. I mean what you my call art and what I call art might not be the same thing, but art is interesting to me, but I could not live in a pack based around that.” It was not meant as an insult or anything, it more so of the fact that Pontiac life meant nothing without family, and her pack…well her sisters pack was all about family and keep the bonds close with each of its members to be like one big family. Standing up as she swooped her body back down into an over animated lady like dip of her head as she brought her head back up smiling as she shifted her head to the side, looking at white based male with a simple grin upon her maw. ”Well Mr. Ouija, I am Pontiac. It is a pleasure to be able to say I’ve meet you.” [/html] |