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- Desiree Noelle - 03-11-2011 [html]
[html] Whoo, I was a long time in getting this up. But here it is! Morning light shone in the colliewolf's face as the sun peeked its way through the mouth of her cave. She had chosen this particular cave for that particular reason; the sun made an excellent alarm clock. Desi was most certainly not an early riser. That was one thing she and Hanna had argued often about. But the girl knew that the earlier she rose, the more time there was in the day to survive; the sooner she became good at surviving, the sooner she could truly begin living. And living was everyone's goal, right?
.desi-z91 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .desi-z91 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .desi-z91 b {color:#c687c6; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .desi-z91 {background-color:#eee7db; background-image:url(http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff26 ... /table.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:230px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:420px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .desi-z91-border {width:422px; 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] - Panda Behr - 03-21-2011 [html] Word Count → 707 The last six days had consisted of the two potheads mapping out Halifax and trying to find themselves a suitable place for them to stay for the time being until they could check out all of the packs and see what was for them. They had heard of a Dahlia De Mai by now, but there were scents from many different places from what Panda and Venom both could smell around Halifax. There were wolves in and out of the city everyday and they came from all over this land. Panda and Venom were not stupid, and they planned on mapping out the area as well as trying to find some resources that they could rely on later. There were a few things that the two were interested in, and they both made sure to map out those places of interest. For now, they were stuck within the Dalhousie University, looking within the hallways of the old schooling house. They saw many chairs, desks, chalkboards, and old books. Panda had gotten herself inside a classroom, and she picked up an old ruler. Venom had been chilling on the top of a desk, a book in his lap and his hazel eyes looking down at the pages that were scribbled with the words of the humans. Panda had been being silent for the most part, which meant that she was over there, devilishly thinking of some way to make Venom laugh, or to make herself laugh, and to play games with Ven. She had looked at her ruler that was in her hand and then she smacked it against the desk, not hard enough for it to break, but hard enough to get Venom's attention. The man cocked a brow at the woman as he looked up at her and her "Panda-ness" (yeah, he called it her Panda-ness because she was just weird, she did weird things that only she did) and he had cocked his head before there was another sound that came from not in the classroom, but from outside of it. Panda had perked up and turned her head. the hell was that? the woman asked before Venom had gotten up and moved towards the door of the classroom. He peeked out of the door first, and then Panda trotted over and stuck her head under Venom's arm and she, too peeked out from the room and down the hall. Her eyes caught the sight of one of the most beautiful femme's that Panda could lay her eyes on. Panda's jaw dropped, and Venom looked down at her, and cocked his head lightly again. Try not ta' drool, 'luffly'. the man let the words sarcastically fall from his lips, him even taking it a step further and to mock the woman by using a word she commonly used with him. shut your face up, the woman ordered before she moved out of his grasp and towards the merled wolvess. Venom silently protested by letting his ears fall against his bleached striped hair. He looked hard at Panda with his hazel eyes, and she felt his piercing gaze on her back, so she took her stubbed tail and she wagged it, bringing attention to her butt. He'd fall for it and look at her rump for a prolonged minute before he had followed behind the woman. You seriously have a beautiful coat.. the woman spoke, almost in awe at her merled fur. Panda, you're so weird.. the man commented, mumbled to the woman, and then the woman's chocolate eyes pinned on the man for a moment. Got somethin' to say Venom? Say it louder, bitch. she quickly snapped at the boy in a half-playful, half-serious tone of voice. I believe that you heard what I said, dear ma'm. the man responded, shrugging lightly and unwilling to repeat what he had said because he knew she heard what he had said. Panda then turned her head back to the younger woman. I'm Panda, and he's Venom. She introduced themselves and paused for a moment. What were ya gonna do with the locker? Venom asked, noticing that she was touching the locker, and that's what she had been knocking on that had caught the attention of the pair of wolves. .pv-triad {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rzOB2.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .pv-triad .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:center;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .pv-triad .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .pv-triad .divider {border-bottom:1px dashed;} .pv-triad p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .pv-triad b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;color:#613512} .pv-triad i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .pv-triad u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Desiree Noelle - 04-27-2011 [html] I... fail. <.<''' When first she had entered the building, the young lady had paid little to no attention to the doors that lined the hallways of the college. When she first heard the slight pop of the handle to her right, perhaps fifteen feet from where she stood prodding at the strange metal boxes, she realized the folly of her inaction. With one swift dancer's motion, she pirouetted counter-clockwise, checking for any further threat, then completed the turn facing to the right of where she was originally standing, her left hand poised against the locker in case she needed to push off from it.
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