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- Citlali Kimaris - 03-26-2011 [html] Word Count → 391 :: Anyone welcomed
He stayed underground, low from sight, just like his aunt asked him too. The boy talked to no one and instead stayed in their dug out, weaving and making jewelry. Tlantli had left early and her nephew supposed it was to explore, make friends - things he preferred to stand clear from.
Light ginger colored fingers fiddled skillfully in wave motions. He smoothed his thumb over the dry grass strand, smoothing out wrinkles and straightening its form before continuing to feed it through another looped piece. A sigh escaped his lips, quiet, reserved, but still releasing the stress and nervousness that always seemed to haunt him.
Being underground was an odd feeling like that of being cut off from weather or day itself. In some circumstances, he thought, it must be a good thing. Citlali leaned back listening to the soft sandy sounds of earth sliding down the walls. He had to admit the territory was relaxing despite the dark aura. Looking down at his half finished bag, dull green eyes narrowed in the slightest action of frustration. His supplies were running low. Standing, the boy didn’t even have to duck to maneuver to the entrance.
Still unfamiliar with Anathema territory, Citlali emerged from the den curiously. It was late afternoon and the dim underground setting concealed all hints of the day light. He followed the small tunnel out into the main common room. The coyote bowed his head, trying to look the least bit approachable. So far since he and his Aunt had arrived she was the only one he had shared tongue with.
The food storage area was easy to navigate. Once inside another series of underground paths, Citlali padded silently on the cool dirt. Sparse mounds of kill were spaced in the large cave and patches of blood were smeared across the wall or had beaded into forms of paws. The boy sought out a deer, resisting his instincts to eat, and instead began tearing off the gray toned fur. He ignored the sickly tear of skin peeling from muscle.
As soon as he had enough, he slipped back into the main halls. Upon coming close to their den, Citlali dropped the skins and flexed his hands for a moment. Mind formulated how they could turn in to leather and slowly the boy’s complexions drew back in concentration. .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] - Wretch D'Angelo - 03-27-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> .wickedwretch b {font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#d8e0d3; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .wickedwretch p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .wickedwretch {width:400px;border:1px solid #5a6e60;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... wretch.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:200px;background-color:#131f2a;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:"Trebuchet MS", tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#3e4b4d;} </style>
Wretch's companion Villisca is a spirit, though she doesn't know that yet :].
- Citlali Kimaris - 03-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 310 :: Ooh, how interesting xD
The voices came first. It was soft enough that the boy thought he was imagining them, but then he could hear the footsteps. His ears perked gently as the wispy sound of paws on sand grew steadily stronger. He stiffened when the movement stopped. A small voice spoke out in question.
Citlali considered running. He thought about ignoring the faint prodding of interest or just nodding his head. But the boy had better manners than to do so. Fingers left the soft fabric of the deer fur as he turned.
Another question was projected into the air as he let his dull green gaze drift behind him. She was immediately different from what he had expected. Young could be recognized quickly. It gave him an odd sensation. During their travels, the Kimaris had never come across anyone younger than himself. This female was much separated from him in age.
He rubbed his ginger-white hands together in a nervous motion. What should he say? The coyote supposed he should answer her question first. What an odd one it was, Citlali now realized, after he had had time to process it. Was he real? He thought so, but could never be sure. It shocked him to grasp that it took a moment to remember how to respond.
“I am Citlali … and I think I am real,” .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] - Wretch D'Angelo - 03-28-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> .wickedwretch b {font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#d8e0d3; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .wickedwretch p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .wickedwretch {width:400px;border:1px solid #5a6e60;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... wretch.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:200px;background-color:#131f2a;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:"Trebuchet MS", tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#3e4b4d;} </style>
Citlali is so cute <333
- Citlali Kimaris - 03-29-2011 [html] :: He is a bit of a freak Puppies are cuter
He didn’t get annoyed by the amount of questions that came at him in rapid fashion. Rather, he found it odd that someone had so many. Even though he was young, Citlali could control himself, but to a point of no return. Merely he was lost in the emptiness of his feelings.
“I am … making leather,” .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] - Wretch D'Angelo - 03-29-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> .wickedwretch b {font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#d8e0d3; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .wickedwretch p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .wickedwretch {width:400px;border:1px solid #5a6e60;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... wretch.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:200px;background-color:#131f2a;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:"Trebuchet MS", tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#3e4b4d;} </style>
- Citlali Kimaris - 03-29-2011 [html] ::
Her enthusiasm made his skin crawl with envy. She was young, he thought, and would eventually realize how unexciting talking was. The boy nodded to her latest question about food before turned around and neatly stacking the skins on top of each other. Gentle sounds of sand shifting off the walls filled the silent caves, softy echoing.
One request after another came shooting in the air until the coyote turned back around. He nodded again, gazing slightly down at her with dull eyes. It occurred to him that he had barely eaten much himself upon joining, the thought being brushed off immediately when it came to him while he worked.
Though Citlali highly doubted being able to carry an entire loaf of meat for Wretch, he supposed he should help. The boy gestured with his ginger white fingers to continue down the tunnel towards the storage. Unfortunately, he also doubted that he would have the courage to teach the pup how to make leather. The process was long, to long possibly for the attention span of a young wolf. But he would still try. .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] |