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- Geneva Stockholm - 01-05-2011 [html]
[html] She couldn’t quite remember what had set her off, but Geneva had reached a level of disquiet within her heart that had led her to do something that she had not done for many, many seasons. The gray scale female stumbled about, weariness sinking in her bones as she continued to peer through the snow laden landscape. She had found Anathema twice before already. First, she had been scouting when she had stumbled upon Naniko. She had been so surprised and happy to see her friend. It had been the happiest she had been in several weeks. And only a few days before she had ventured out again, seeking Naniko but instead finding her relative, Selene D’Angelo. Geneva clutched the tinted glass bottle in her hand. Her eyesight was bleary enough that she could not quite read the print on the label anymore. But when she titled its contents down her throat, it no longer burned or tasted too strong. She could only surmise that it meant that the potent drink was working its sinister magic on her. She was not quite imbued with a feeling of well being, which she had once associated with the potent drink, but at least her head was muzzy enough to make her feel disconnected. In the twilight gloom, Geneva crossed the borders of the newly formed pack, Anathema, without any concern or fear of offending those who resided within. Naniko had told her that she was welcome whenever she pleased, and she took the Angela at her word. If she stumbled upon anyone who would try to bar her way, she would let Naniko deal with them. Geneva’s patience had grown slimmer and slimmer with the passing time that it took to reach Anathema, not regarding Naniko by any means, but regarding anyone who would stand in her way.
The slight boned woman finally made it to the mouth of the caverns, crossing their threshold boldly. It gave her a slight thrill to come here, announced and uninvited. Usually, she tried to follow pack decorum to a “t,” but now she could care less. And she knew that Naniko would not mind. She hoped that she would find her white furred friend as she finally reached the entrance to her quarters, tracing her path through her murky memories of being here only once before. Lime green eyes peered through the dim lighting. ”Naniko? Are you here?” Her whisper soft voice was carried on the bitter-sweet scent of alcohol on her breath. A chilling thought went through her. ”Is your son with you?” She would not want to inflict herself upon Naniko if she was watching her child; Geneva was in a certain state, but she still would not want to bring harm to her friend, even if her judgement was impaired at this point. WC 471 - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-11-2011 [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 ADORE YOU. wc: 493
- Geneva Stockholm - 01-18-2011 [html] Geneva blinked blearily at the use of Naniko’s expletives and shook herself a little. She had always known the white furred, larger wolfess to have a mind of her own, but she could not distinctly recall one time or another when she had used such foul language in her presence. After pondering it for a moment more (and it took her a little longer to process than normal), Geneva shrugged and went in the direction that her best friend indicated. ”I’m moving my ass,” she informed the white wolfess, half smiling at the hilarity she had derived from it. Perhaps Naniko wouldn’t think it was funny, but Geneva found it partly hysterical. She had never imagined herself using such foul language. But when in Rome…How did the rest of that often quoted statement end again? Hell if she knew. As she moved past Naniko, she instantly felt the warmth of the Angela’s quarters. It was so much warmer in here. She smiled appreciatively of the heat. The trek she had taken through the snow had been cold indeed. And she was not fond of the wintry weather to begin with. But as she turned her lime green eyes to regard her best friend, she instantly decided that her impromptu trip to Anathema had been worth it. ”Have I moved my ass enough, O Angela of Anathema?” she asked ludicrously, bowing her head in a show of mock solemnity, though her shoulders shook with ill disguised laughter. ”I’m sorry…I think…I think I am very funny right now. Funnier than usual. But I think it’s only me. Is it only me?” Geneva asked, her unfocused gaze fixed on Naniko’s face. ”I’m not usually funny at all.” She murmured softly, setting the bottle down gently on the floor. She took one or two steps away from the half empty thing, regarding it rather carefully. She really did not want to spill any of it. It would be a shame. How could she share with Naniko? Her thoughts seemed to travel a lightspeed through her head, but whenever she tried to focus on them, she could not specifically grab hold to one. It was slightly frustrating, but that frustration was balanced out by the white noise of the peacefulness she now felt she possessed. ”You and I are not on the same…plane…” Geneva said contemplatively. She peered at the white furred woman thoughtfully. ”Nani, let’s get on the same plane.” Forgetting the carefulness with which she had deposited the bottle on the floor, she scooped it up and the momentum carried her forward toward the Angela. She stumbled against her, bracing her free hand against her shoulder and righting herself. ”This stuff…it…it’s the bomb!” WC 450 - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-25-2011 [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> 8D wc: 293 She was glad that Geneva chose to come inside and not fight her on it. She could already tell that her friend wasn’t in the state to be wandering around in the cold; what if the silver female had passed out somewhere out in the cold? She didn’t know what she would do. She was relieved that she’d made it to Anathema, at least. ”I think you’ve moved it enough for right now. Might ask you to move it more later” She grinned, laughing. Geneva had a mate, that was true enough, but she occasionally dropped hints at the silver wolf or said things that were a little inappropriate nonetheless.
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