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- Tlantli Kimaris - 05-10-2011 [html]
.tlabirds .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, Georgia, sans-serif;} .tlabirds .ooc p {padding:5px 20px 10px 22px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .tlabirds .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .tlabirds b {font-weight:bold; color:#ccb586; letter-spacing:1px; } .tlabirds p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 20px 10px 22px;margin:0px;} .tlabirds {width:400px;border:1px solid #090909;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... lantli.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:158px;background-color:#a78f73;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#090909;} </style> For Bastion Hallow. Set in Drifter's Bay, west of the Pictou River (north of where Salsola will/might be. Gonna be vague as far as pack identification until we know what is down with SL. Also, marking it Mature for gore reference in this post, and possible later posts. The deer called out a horrifying sound as the veins in its neck were severed by golden hands, spraying the earth with slick crimson. Tlantli stained her hands a shining brass as she watched the final minutes of the animal's life. Cold red eyes calculated the time in her mind. Not long, seconds perhaps, and then it was over. Death had always been such a fickle concept; it came to some on the swift hooves of a pale horse, and haunted others for years before finally walking away with the prize of their eternal soul. Tlantli's fascination with death was not unusual, at least not to her, and why should it have been? A grunt preceded her movement, rear finding the ground as she gutted the svelte corpse. Viscera spilled out, steaming in the cold morning air, heating the world for some hidden animalcule that had its own strange lifetime. She knew what she was looking for. The liver was found easily, a makeshift bucket brought forward as she harvested it for her sable-furred cousin-sister. Eris was not, by blood, a Kimaris, yet Tlantli felt closer to the dark hybrid than she had to her siblings. Perhaps it was the woman's beliefs; Miqui and Imacai had no religion, not like Tlantli did, but Eris had been exposed to the same things as the golden female. The liver would be, in some ways, a gift. Blood was gathered to keep it hydrated. Butchering the animal was difficult with the rough pocketknife brought with her in her satchel, but she proceeded regardless. Muscle was cut away with the dull and rusted blade, set aside on a sheet of dark fabric while she tackled new pieces. The hunt had never really been her forte, she took no joy from stalking weaker animals for her own violent purposes, but she didn't advocate peace to all of Momoztli's creatures. She was a fighter — that was simple truth in her life — but there was no glory in killing animals. A sweep of her arm across her forehead left a stain of mottled orange as she stood, gathering her equipment in the crude satchel and wrapping the meat gathered in her makeshift sledge to be dragged behind her. She was, after all, still quite a small thing. - Bastion Hallow - 05-13-2011 [html]
- Tlantli Kimaris - 05-24-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .tlabirds .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, Georgia, sans-serif;} .tlabirds .ooc p {padding:5px 20px 10px 22px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .tlabirds .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .tlabirds b {font-weight:bold; color:#ccb586; letter-spacing:1px; } .tlabirds p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 20px 10px 22px;margin:0px;} .tlabirds {width:400px;border:1px solid #090909;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... lantli.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:158px;background-color:#a78f73;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#090909;} </style> Word Count » 329 :: Sorry for the wait, bby. PP previously discussed. <3 The presence of weight on her body not only startled the young Crone, but caused a fierce snarl of disapproval to tear through her chest. A hand rose, finding itself against the face of the intruder as she pushed them away with such violence. Her hand on her kill, she hauled the heavy body from the vicinity, stopping to stare at the one who had come before her. The one from the meeting. The one who had brought the blood, who had wasted it so eagerly. The lip of her upper jaw rose in disgust. There he was, acting innocent and trying to be charming, and the young woman found it to be a vile display. "No. It ess not yours. It ess mine." Her voice held all the cold edge of distaste, eyes narrowing upon the face of the man. Others could see her as abrasive and rude, but Tlantli only saw herself as practical when dealing with those who had alternative ways of thinking. He'd rudely touched her without permission and had received a just punishment in the physical aggression that was brought forth. He had rudely inquired about her meal, and as such he was reprimanded in the siren's Spanish tongue. Her irritation stilled as she remembered who he was; though he was a simple, annoying creature, this addle minded man was a member of her new family. A wolf in her family. Internally, she laughed at the thought. A wolf in her perfect Kimaris family. It wasn't unheard of. Her mother had been wolf, Eris was a wolf, Sirius was a wolf, everyone was a wolf except for Tlantli and Miqui and her precious Citlali. They were the odd ones out in the world of Salsola. She snorted hot air through her nostrils. "Whaye are you here to bodder me, boy?" Her back was turned on him as she started back in on her kill, dumping more organs into the makeshift bucket she'd brought with her. - Bastion Hallow - 06-05-2011 [html]
- Tlantli Kimaris - 06-09-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .tlabirds .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, Georgia, sans-serif;} .tlabirds .ooc p {padding:5px 20px 10px 22px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .tlabirds .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .tlabirds b {font-weight:bold; color:#ccb586; letter-spacing:1px; } .tlabirds p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 20px 10px 22px;margin:0px;} .tlabirds {width:400px;border:1px solid #090909;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... lantli.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:158px;background-color:#a78f73;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#090909;} </style> Word Count » 302 :: Sylvey is so awesomes. Her stoic expression did not fade, for her tolerance level was a low one. He explained, in one single word, that he was hungry before she settled back into the work of removing the organs to be placed in the bucket; all for herself and Eris Eternity, naturally. To Tlantli, the blood was useless. To the Eternian woman, the source of life that coursed through her veins was dirty. It didn't matter what power it might have had otherwise, for it was tainted with the blood of a wolf, and all blood that lacked pure coyote roots was worthless and unnecessary. She didn't care as it seeped into the ground, but she didn't know that this boy — a boy in his mind if not in the physical world — had an affinity for it. Fiery eyes turned to the older male and she grimaced. "No. You cahn not halp. Go hunt your own kill." It was the same thing she would say to anyone; this was hers, and they needed to be proactive in retrieving their own dead creatures. Of course, she expected he would need something else as well. The cultural symbol of Salsola was one she herself had yet to receive, but was one that she had so carefully worked on adhering to those around her. Even if the boy was annoying, she couldn't simply push him away at the opportunity to apply it to his flesh. Her eyes narrowed and explored his body in search for a place that would make a suitable home for such a thing; it needed to be visible to the members of the Family, but easily hidden once one stepped outside of the pack lands. "You cahn haft it if you let me do cotona." An easy trade, she believed, for a mess of meat and blood. - Bastion Hallow - 06-10-2011 [html]
- Tlantli Kimaris - 06-18-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .tlabirds .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, Georgia, sans-serif;} .tlabirds .ooc p {padding:5px 20px 10px 22px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .tlabirds .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .tlabirds b {font-weight:bold; color:#ccb586; letter-spacing:1px; } .tlabirds p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 20px 10px 22px;margin:0px;} .tlabirds {width:400px;border:1px solid #090909;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... lantli.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:158px;background-color:#a78f73;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#090909;} </style> He was quick to agree to her terms and it caused the Eternian to stare with wary fire eyes. Never before had someone been so eager for pain. What was it that went through the mind of the man-child? What was it that caused him to be so complacent? As he pointed to the place where the mark would be carved, she took a chance to study. This man was, for the most part, the same as the golden shaman creature who stood before him, hands soaked in blood. She was only inches taller, her body more feminine and therefore heavier, similar in age, yet Tlantli carried herself with the maturity of centuries — an old soul in the body of a child. He seemed faulty. His sanity appeared to be failing him. Of course, she wouldn't turn away a willing participant. "Lay down." The command was quiet, and followed with surprisingly gentle hands to coax the creature onto the ground beneath them; it was the best position to have him in for such an activity. He went without much complaint — it pleased Tlantli greatly that she was not being fought against. Inelegantly, she found a place near his thigh, kneeling so she could better reach the region that would wear the mark of Salsola. Her blade found the flesh easily, cutting in to craft lines; they all came to reality with a simply fluidity. It was as if Tlantli were some sort of artist, and perhaps she was, in her own way. The blood flowed forth about the blade, creating a seam of beautiful crimson that was absorbed back into the fur of the man. - Bastion Hallow - 06-20-2011 [html]
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