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- Tlantli Kimaris - 03-20-2011 [html] Character Name: Tlantli Kimaris "Keep ahp, Citlali." Her voice was firm as she pushed herself forward; without rest, she could only hope that a new home was on the horizon. Firey eyes focused firmly on the mountains in the distance, leaving Tlantli Kimaris wondering where exactly she was. Miqui and Imacai had long since been lost to the other two Eternians, their sister and nephew having to pump through the snow and the storm without protection of the masculine force they offered. Briefly, she admitted that she missed the both of them, just as she had missed Xochime so long ago. It seemed Momoztli was determined to keep the group separate. The scarified coyote stopped along the invisible border of what was clearly marked territory, sniffing gently at the air while wondering who sat behind the wall. To her untrained eyes, she saw nothing strange, just more land; to her ears, however, she heard the world. There was definitely something waiting. Something that could offer her and the young nephew-child she was raising so diligently a home. Her head turned toward the body of the boy, clicking her tongue against the sharp teeth housed within her small jaws. Tlantli's nose turned skyward, releasing a sharp howl of a bark into the air. The hope was to alert someone of their presence, and as the sound reached the stony mountains, she knew it would serve its purpose. "An' nao, we waite." In a fluid, inelegant gesture better suited for a man, the Eternian sat on the cold ground, focused on searching out a stranger's face. <style> .tk-abandon {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:none;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;} .tk-abandon .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .tk-abandon .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .tk-abandon .divider {border-bottom:1px dashed;} .tk-abandon p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .tk-abandon b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Selene D'Angelo - 03-20-2011 [html] OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie; 320 words
Sele hadn't met anyone at the borders for awhile. Then again the times hat she had she hadn't actively sought to do so. They had been chance things as this was turning out to be. At least until the call rose up and caught her attention. She had thought to slip across the borders in a place where she would be unseen by all. It was for her sanity that she left. But what she did to regain that sanity often had her scolded. She didn't see why it mattered if she damaged herself as long as she wasn't harming another.
Still that had to go ignored so that she could answer the call instead. it would be some small proof that she was still around and had something to offer the pack. She could intercept newcomers. And well, Nani had said time and again that her judgment was trusted. She wasn't certain why that was exactly. Perhaps it was because of Sele's cautious nature since what happened in the cult. She didn't want to lose this home as the other had been lost. She didn't want to have to rebuild her life from the ground up yet again.
Walking upon her hands, for she could walk no other way, she soon reached the border where a couple were seated. She couldn't help but smiling when she saw the child. It made her miss her own. "He is beautiful." She spoke up as she got close. Sele ended up dropping her feet to the ground so that she could sit on her knees, placing her upright to sit and talk. It made things less awkward this way. "Have you come seeking someone in particular?" She questioned as soon as she had gotten settled into a seated position. If nothing else then Sele could at least allow whom it was that this female was seeking to know that she was here. .sele-d04 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .sele-d04 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .sele-d04 b {color:#F29109; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .sele-d04 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/ ... /_sele.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#744400; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:217px 0px 10px 0px; } .sele-d04-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Citlali Kimaris - 03-20-2011 [html]
The sharp command from his Aunt sent the boy stumbling back up to her side. He was nearly cleaving to her, the space between them only fit for a hand. It wasn’t an uncomfortable distance, though; since she was the only person he had ever had in his life.
He never knew his mother, his father, or anyone in between. Tlantli never spoke of them, whether she didn’t know or didn’t choose too, he wouldn’t know. Because of this the coyote boy grew up quiet, reserved, and permanently frightened by the outcome of life. Citlali spoke when spoken too, or not at all. He knew Tlantli liked him that way.
Something smelled very strong, unfamiliar, and caused the two coyotes to stop their walking. Citlali mimicked his Aunt’s ruthless scenting of the area. She turned to him again before claiming the correct option to do was to wait. The nephew gazed at her with dull green eyes. He watched her sit calmly, but decided to remain closely huddled behind her form. Even though he was in optime, he stood with his hands brushing the ground in a crouching position.
A woman approached quickly, scrutinizing the two in an admirable way. She spoke directly to him first, causing his heart to race until he felt nearly hidden by his Aunt. He looked at her carefully before his eyes slipped to Tlantli’s expression. .ever-txt {font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/uPVEL.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; margin:5px auto; width:475px; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; } .ever-txt .ooc {font-style:none; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; border-bottom:1px dashed #000000; margin:0px auto; width:100%;} .ever-txt .tagline .sub {font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; font-style:italic; } .ever-txt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .ever-txt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:3px 10px;} .ever-txt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .ever-txt u {text-decoration:none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps; } </style> [/html] - Tlantli Kimaris - 03-20-2011 [html] Much to the surprise of the coyote, a presence was noticed not too long after her call into what seemed to be abandoned land. A white mass, so similar to the snow, approached. What it was did not go unnoticed by the Eternian. She and the boy-child had wandered into a land of wolves, but unlike the family she had left behind, she held no external animosity for the larger canines. Certainly not when they smiled so openly, as the green-eyed monster did. Tlantli allowed her own face to settle upon the child huddled near to her, not so much younger than herself; still too young to bear offspring, she had taken it upon herself to raise the otherwise unloved Kimaris. Miqui and Imacai had more important things to do. The coyote's ears twisted to the shape of the cream-furred woman as she spoke, giving an absent smile to the words. Citlali was indeed beautiful, a coyote through and through, and her most precious possession. But no, they had not come to seek out someone special. "Home. We come to fine home. Our family is not here; Aye know this," she explained. How did she know Miqui and Imacai were not within the carefully marked walls? Intuition. There would be other times to search. For that moment, she needed to house herself and the boy who accompanied her. A jangle of metal-on-metal broke the air as she reached out to ruffle her nephew's mop of mane. <style> .tk-abandon {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:none;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;} .tk-abandon .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .tk-abandon .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .tk-abandon .divider {border-bottom:1px dashed;} .tk-abandon p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .tk-abandon b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Selene D'Angelo - 03-20-2011 [html] OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie; 306 words
She nodded her head. She could understand the want of a home. Anathema was the closest thing that Sele had to a home since the destruction of the cult. She knew that where her sister was then she had a place to stay as well. After all that was why she was here, she had begged Nani to allow her to come as well. Sele had yet to really prove herself here though. But at least her daughter was having an easier time and Juju seemed to be enjoying himself. Her children were happy and fine so that was all that she could really ask for.
The child was quiet and seemed rather fearful with the way that he kept close to the female. He young son was independent rather than clingy as this older boy was. She missed that. She missed being needed so desperately. Missed being clung to like this female was being clung to. That had been one of the happiest times of her life. When someone had actually needed her to be around, wanted her to be around always.
"I'm Selene and this is Anathema. Do you have any skills or something it is that you can contribute to this pack?" She asked the standard question that needed to be answered. Though after a pause she decided to fill in some information of her own. "We are a family here. We all share the same blood. Would you be willing to do so in order to stay here as well?" She figured that the other should know that there was a ritual that had to be adhered to in order to join. That there was blood sharing to be had before the other would be allowed to walk freely among the lands. It was something that every newcomer had been put through. .sele-d04 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .sele-d04 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .sele-d04 b {color:#F29109; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .sele-d04 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/ ... /_sele.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#744400; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:217px 0px 10px 0px; } .sele-d04-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Citlali Kimaris - 03-20-2011 [html]
The feeling of having his Aunt’s slender coyote fingers slip teasingly through his sandy layered hair made him smile slightly, as if the touch assured the boy he was admitted to show emotion. After this, he relaxed, but remained in the anxious position behind Tlantli.
She spoke of a home immediately, or of seeking one. Along the way the Kimaris had lost the rest of the small family. Citlali had not known them very well before they had gotten separated, but he knew enough that Tlantli was hopeful they were near. The possibility of them being inside the borders now was absent; according to the words his Aunt spoke. He listened to her accent, easily able to depict words.
According to the nodding reaction from the white female, she understood too. A distant look crept into her leaf colored eyes but disappeared quickly. Once again, the feeling of being analyzed sent warmth through his ginger orange pelt as she gazed at him again.
To his delight, the question the female asked was easy. Weaving was his passion, obsession, and escape. He fingered the white leather braided bangle on his wrist, the color nearly fading against the snowy ground. Citlali stuck out his wrist timidly and used his other hand to reveal the obsidian crafted feather around his neck, still failing to use words. Green eyes glanced at his Aunt, eager to hear what she would say. .ever-txt {font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/uPVEL.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; margin:5px auto; width:475px; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; } .ever-txt .ooc {font-style:none; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; border-bottom:1px dashed #000000; margin:0px auto; width:100%;} .ever-txt .tagline .sub {font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; font-style:italic; } .ever-txt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .ever-txt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:3px 10px;} .ever-txt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .ever-txt u {text-decoration:none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps; } </style> [/html] - Tlantli Kimaris - 03-20-2011 [html] Citlali seemed to relax at her touch, leaving the Kimaris woman comforted that he would not spend his youth so wholly frightened of the world. She had yet to teach him social skills that adhered to the world; after all, she had spent much of her time with the pirates and merchants of Barbados while he was growing up, hoping to make fare to get them far from the island. Without other children his age, she worried that he had become internalized. The white creature before them gave introductions, for both herself and the pack. Selene, and Anathema. She spoke of family, asked of what they could contribute, mentioned the sharing of blood. Rituals were not something she was unfamiliar with, but the sharing of blood had never thought to enter her mind. She had only ever associated closely with blood relations, anyways. Now she had a prospective home, but she would need to put aside any of her born prejudice. A heavy nod gave way to words. "Aye am Tlantli Kimaris, and the boy is Citlali. He is young, but he has skills in crafting; mos'ly weaving of items. Aye can do many things; fight, teach, scout. However, aye axe-ell at not'ing so far. If Anat'ema would let us, we would be family to them. To you." The words, each tinted with island-accent and remnants of her motherland's language, flowed freely and firmly. She was not eloquent, and so they were simple, but they got the meaning across easily. <style> .tk-abandon {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:none;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;} .tk-abandon .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .tk-abandon .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .tk-abandon .divider {border-bottom:1px dashed;} .tk-abandon p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .tk-abandon b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Selene D'Angelo - 03-20-2011 [html] OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie; Sele is the one with the blue eyes, Nani has the green. And you can edit the title anytime; 317 words
She watched the child, noticing his movements. Still he didn't speak though. It was something that she found to be rather strange. Did he have no voice at all? She wasn't certain but that seemed to be the case here. It made her curious as to just what was wrong with him to not allow him to speak. But her attention became distracted from him as the female spoke up once again.
She could understand most of what was being said though there was a small bit that she didn't quite get. Still, she knew enough to be able to list off names and skills as well as the agreement to the ritual. That had been all that she was really looking for after all. It was the same information gathered from everyone that she had met that wished to join. It was the information that she had to pass on to her sister.
Since she didn't have Juju with her as she had on previous occasions before she had to make do with howling for a leader instead of sending her son to find one. "We are living underground here. In caves." She decided that she would tell the others a bit more about the pack while they waited. It also explained why others weren't seen ambling around throughout the trees and such. Everything was mostly contained underground. It was generally just the hunting that was done above ground. There was even storage for caught items, as well as a place to eat them, underground. It would probably come as a shock, or at least come across as peculiar, that the pack hid themselves away beneath their paws. All other packs seemed to remain above ground instead. The only other place that Sele knew like this had been the cult. And it was because of that that made her feel safe hidden away from sight underground. .sele-d04 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .sele-d04 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .sele-d04 b {color:#F29109; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .sele-d04 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/ ... /_sele.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#744400; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:217px 0px 10px 0px; } .sele-d04-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 03-21-2011 [html] Hey!
Word Count → .nani-t98 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; } .nani-t98 p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .nani-t98 .wordcount {color:#591000; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; margin:2px 10px; border-top:1px dotted #591000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase;} .nani-t98 b {color:#591000; letter-spacing:0px; font-family:times new roman, times, serif; font-size:14px; } .nani-t98 {background-color:#D6B172; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011feb/nanipill.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1B0500; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:160px 0px 10px 0px; } .nani-t98-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Tlantli Kimaris - 03-21-2011 [html] Moving this along. Assumed that Citlali was quiet, since he has been. She was distracted as Selene explained that the homes of Anathema were beneath the ground. It made sense to the golden coyote as it was set before her; she couldn't see life across the top of the land, but she had been able to hear something, as if an excess of small prey were beneath her feet. The fact surprised her. In Eterne, they had lived much like humans before them, in houses rather than caves. It was unheard of for them to resort to more primal resources. Focused on the snowy creature centered before her, Tlantli didn't notice the appearance of a second white beauty until she spoke. "Who do we have here?" The Eternian pulled her attention to the emerald-eyed wolf with a look of sheer surprise; she hadn't expected yet another quick response, but was pleased. In the same inelegant mannerism as before, she pulled herself to her feet, letting Citlali remain on the ground. "As aye was saying to Sahlene, aye am Tlantli Kimaris. This," she paused to motion to the boy-child. "This ess Citlali Kimaris-Etalpalli. Maye...son. Of sort." The boy wasn't truly her flesh-and-blood child, but Deriel had seen to it that she kept him safe from their brother-uncle, Baphomet. Her posture shifted, offering obedience if lacking in submission, and the queerest smile passed across her honey muzzle. "Aye haft to assume you are...leader? What ess the word you are using for your position here, in Anat'ema?" Curiosity pushed her to ignore whether or not it was rude to ask. Places were different than Eterne, she knew full well. The Mamexi didn't extend title anywhere else, but that was their alpha being back in Mexico. At least, it had been for most. "We, maye child and aye, are looking for home." <style> .tk-abandon {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:none;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;} .tk-abandon .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .tk-abandon .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .tk-abandon .divider {border-bottom:1px dashed;} .tk-abandon p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .tk-abandon b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Selene D'Angelo - 03-22-2011 [html] OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie; Okay, Sele is out now; 303 words
She returned her sister's smile. Sele had been in this situation often enough but this was the first time that she had found two at once. Though there was one female that she had found that ended up not sticking around. So it couldn't be said that she was the best judge of character. After all Sele was more apt and willing to believe in the positive in everyone but herself. She might not exactly extend trust but that was mostly because of herself. She didn't want to get to really liking someone again only to lose them. It had happened multiple times already. She had to be cursed or something because of it.
Sele crawled on hands and knees backwards so that her sister could have the spotlight and all of the attention. Though she spoke up for her sister's benefit, repeating information that she was told while Nani wasn't there. "Tlantli said that the boy, Citlali, is good at weaving while she can scout, fight, and teach. She also knows about the ritual and has agreed to it. So far the child hasn't spoken at all." She wasn't sure if the boy would have to partake in the ritual as well since he was already with family. That was for her sister to decide obviously. Still, she wanted Nani to know that she hadn't gotten the child's acceptance or agreement on anything.
So with her job pretty much done here since Nani could easily take over and care for things Sele made to push herself back up on her hands. The female made to retreat back into the lands once more. She would find some other portion of the border to cross so that she could slip away from the pack unnoticed as she had been about to do previously anyways. .sele-d04 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .sele-d04 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .sele-d04 b {color:#F29109; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .sele-d04 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/ ... /_sele.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#744400; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:217px 0px 10px 0px; } .sele-d04-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Citlali Kimaris - 03-22-2011 [html] Sorry for the absence. I wasn’t sure where I could fit in! :]
He let the adults talk, finding little interest in their passing of words and more in the mountains that rose behind the white female. Dull green eyes scanned the curves of the misty stones until they faded into the thick cream mess of scattered snow. Bits and pieces of words were caught and acknowledged, but still the boy remained quiet.
His mind was focused on the territory that unfolded before him so vastly that he barely noticed the movement of his Aunt. Suddenly, he realized her warmth was not constant, thus she had gotten up. The reason for the sudden movement was not acknowledged until Citlali found another white female in their presence. She spoke once in question, a respectable tone of authority in her voice. Only it nerved him the way she handled the knife.
Tlantli replied to the woman’s inquiry’s, standing perhaps to be polite. Citlali followed her up, noticing the cold stiffness in his legs. He wasn’t much younger than his Aunt yet she still towered over him. The unsure note in her accent made him shift his feet.
The first woman spoke again, referring to the leader in a friendly voice. All he could do was listen, uncompelled, as always, to speak. .ever-txt {font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/uPVEL.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; margin:5px auto; width:475px; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; } .ever-txt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; border-bottom:1px dashed #000000; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .ever-txt .tagline .sub {font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; font-style:italic; } .ever-txt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .ever-txt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:3px 10px;} .ever-txt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .ever-txt u {text-decoration:none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps; } </style> [/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 03-23-2011 [html] Oh, no worries! This was the first moment I had free today to post IC Slight PP on making the cuts so that we can get you accepted, if that's ok! Welcome to the pack!!
Word Count → .nani-t98 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; } .nani-t98 p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .nani-t98 .wordcount {color:#591000; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; margin:2px 10px; border-top:1px dotted #591000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase;} .nani-t98 b {color:#591000; letter-spacing:0px; font-family:times new roman, times, serif; font-size:14px; } .nani-t98 {background-color:#D6B172; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011feb/nanipill.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1B0500; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:160px 0px 10px 0px; } .nani-t98-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 03-23-2011
- Tlantli Kimaris - 03-25-2011 [html] A little bit of PP to get them into the caves. One more post should be enough to get them to where she claims a cave. The blue-eyed beauty wandered herself away, and Tlantli focused all her energy on the emerald gaze of the leader. Her ears listened, to pity as well as acceptance, causing her to wonder what place she had found herself in. Naniko, as she had given introduction as, was the Angela of Anathema. Naniko would be her savior from the snow-covered world, allowing her to embrace the family hidden beneath the frozen soil. It was all so fantastic that the Mexican coyote felt faint, if only for a brief moment. Flame-colored eyes found the dull green of her charge, offering vague reassurance through a touch to his shoulder. The boy was quiet, but Tlantli had never desired much in the way of vocal interaction. Citlali allowed her to escape. As the sharp dagger was pulled from a sheath worn by the Angela, Tlantli prepared herself for the simple rite that would bond her to the pack. The marks left on her palm was nothing in the way of painful, as she had experienced more while undergoing her scarifications. Curiously, she studied the blood smudged upon the dark pads of her hand after it had been pressed against the palm of the leader. The intermingled blood would have been shunned thoroughly in Eterne, but she found that she felt no disgust. Though Citlali was not required to participate in the rite himself, she took his hand and pressed it to her own, letting him know without words that he was accepted into the new family. Naniko led them through the lands, into the cavernous entrance of Anathema's underground world, and Tlantli was amazed at the size and structure of the tunnels that opened up before her. "This ess muy magnifico. Did your people do this themsalves?" she asked, turning her petite face to gaze upon the snowy Angela. The idea of searching for a place that would house herself and her son was settled in the back of her mind, and the fiery eyes she wore remained open to places they might fit in. <style> .tk-abandon {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:none;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;} .tk-abandon .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .tk-abandon .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .tk-abandon .divider {border-bottom:1px dashed;} .tk-abandon p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .tk-abandon b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 03-27-2011 [html] Assuming that they went their separate ways after your next post :3
Word Count → .nani-t98 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; } .nani-t98 p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .nani-t98 .wordcount {color:#591000; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; margin:2px 10px; border-top:1px dotted #591000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase;} .nani-t98 b {color:#591000; letter-spacing:0px; font-family:times new roman, times, serif; font-size:14px; } .nani-t98 {background-color:#D6B172; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011feb/nanipill.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1B0500; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:160px 0px 10px 0px; } .nani-t98-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Tlantli Kimaris - 03-30-2011 [html] Claimed Sm. Family #4 for Tlantli&Citlali. Tlantli and her charge followed the leader further into the caverns, and the Kimaris woman watched the walls with all the fascination of a child. Fiery-eyed, she listened to her snowy Angela, and sought a place they could be at home. As they were only two, she knew they would not need much space. Naniko explained that the caves were already there, and it surprised the newcomer; such large natural occurances were unknown to her, though they did have caves in Eterne. The story of the foundation of Anathema caught the full attention of the younger female; it had been made by family, a family she was now part of. The dens they wound up before drew Tlantli's attention away from the white wolf. There were open dens, perfect for Citlali and she to hide within. She gave a subtle nod, stepping toward the nearest opening; inside, it was small, but seemed cozy enough. Other rooms seemed to branch off from the central region, offering both coyotes their own space. A smile crossed golden muzzle. "Aye think this ess parfect. Mucho gracias." Her new home was finalized as the Angela went her own way, leaving the coyotes to their own devices; soon, she'd be able to return to her hunt for her siblings, but for now she wanted to rest. <style> .tk-abandon {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:none;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;} .tk-abandon .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .tk-abandon .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .tk-abandon .divider {border-bottom:1px dashed;} .tk-abandon p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .tk-abandon b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .tk-abandon u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] |