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- Larkspur D'Angelo - 05-12-2011 [html]
+3. Private. The transition to this new land had gone relatively smooth. Larkspur was not unused to being uprooted. This open air suited him better than the dank caves of Anathema, which reminded him too much of Tak’s domain. He had never been into that horrible cave, having recognized its power, but the earth still set him ill at ease. Today he had taken to his four-legged form to better learn the territory, stopping here and there to mark the borders and reinforce them. This was done with tact, for he did not (despite his size) make his own scent rise higher than Sirius’. While he had little faith in the boy, he understood the way dominance played out. He was most pleased at the sheep, who had quickly adapted to having open fields. They were hybrid things, muddled with mountain goats and whatever else their ancestors had bred with, and belonged to rough land like this. The flock was scattered about in the plains below, grazing on mostly untouched grassland. Several of the sheep had begun showing signs of pregnancy, which was something the burly wolf looked forward too. A great number of his flock had been left behind with Anathema, not wishing to turn his back on his own family. He had kept his favorite ram and two others, for he intended on killing the ram soon. Archaic rituals still held fast with him, and he recognized their use even if he did not agree with all of them. In his lupus form Larkspur was an intimidating figure, equally as large as his more common optime. He was the size of a mastiff with a coat of thick fur, marred by white patches and scars across his legs. While these had been turned white by Misery’s magic, the one on his face remained a pinkish color; this was due to it being cause by a sword. He did not know Itachi, whom he had only seen in passing, was the son of the woman who had caused it or that he carried the sword that might have done such a thing. This, like his ignorance about Eris’ activities with other men, was perhaps for the best. Orange eyes scanned the landscape below as he sat in silence, wind ruffling his pelt. It had all but finished shedding its thicker winter coat, leaving a sleek black thing in its place. <style type="text/css"> .larkspur {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/larkspur.png'); background-position:bottom center; background-color:#BDAC9A; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid black;} .larkspur2 {padding:10px 10px 165px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .larkspur b {color:#EACDB3;} .larkspur p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} .larkspur3 {background:#352A1E;padding:5px; filter:alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity:0.5; -khtml-opacity: 0.5; opacity: 0.5; border:1px solid black;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 05-13-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ He was a wraith in the forest, a creature of sinew and power and venomous eyes. Shadows rippled over the male's pelt, and he was invisible. The raucous cries of birds stilled in his passing, for they alone could see the Hunter in his earth-bound dominion.
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+3 A shadow the color of the earth rose from the stubborn weeds and rocky landscape. Larkspur turned his ears back to the approach, but did not otherwise turn. He was not certain of how to treat the man he now called leader, for until recently Sirius had only been a babysitter and Eris’ teacher to him. Now, though, things had changed. He glanced back at his new title, though kept those fire-hued eyes lowered as best he could. He was much taller than Sirius, and it was difficult to try and appear lower than him. The odd greeting was given without enthusiasm, though it was recognized as something he needed to perform. Once given, he drew back to study the aforementioned sheep. “Mostly well, Boss,” he found the term fell oddly from his mouth, unsure of it. Using English was still difficult, but he was improving greatly from what it had been when he had first arrived. While his odd mountain accent remained, muddled with the trace of German, he was learning how to imitate tone. This process had been slow, but a year was quick for an adult who had spoken nothing but the holy tongue for years. “I found a dead one earlier,” he said, a trace of irritation in his tone. “Thing was torn apart, mostly gone. Looked like bear tracks near it,” he explained, knowing a wolf would be smart enough to take the kill away. Bears were stupid things that believed their size made them invincible. Even someone as large as Larkspur, who was certainly capable of outweighing a small black bear, had little desire to take one on. He had seen what grizzlies were capable of in the Khalif, and the memory stuck with him vividly. The sheep’s corpse, half-missing, was a fair reminder of such a thing. <style type="text/css"> .larkspur {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/larkspur.png'); background-position:bottom center; background-color:#BDAC9A; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid black;} .larkspur2 {padding:10px 10px 165px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .larkspur b {color:#EACDB3;} .larkspur p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} .larkspur3 {background:#352A1E;padding:5px; filter:alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity:0.5; -khtml-opacity: 0.5; opacity: 0.5; border:1px solid black;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 05-17-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ It was odd, to be so outsized. Sirius was not a small man, and his height alone gave him formidable intimidation over most. But the King's lean build made him appear far slighter in frame than the hulking form of the D'Angelo, who attempted ungracefully to show physical submission. The Revlis man eyed him coldly, and with a distaste he assumed to be mirrored - Larkspur had never much been taken by his woman's hunting mentor. Perhaps he had assuming physical interactions between them, and although such a thing had not happened, the potential for it seemed constant.
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+3 While it was assumed by a great many number of people, Larkspur was far from stupid. He was simple in his ways, and his mind had been stunted by lack of socialization. This did not eliminate the wolfish adroit that came from his instincts. Never destined to read or write or learn from the dead, Larkspur had picked up his information from others—through observation and through careful listening. Perhaps he would never be considered clever, but that did not mean he was slow; far from it. An intelligence—a savage, feral intelligence—glimmered in his flame colored eyes as the lanky wolf (the brawny man could not bear to think of him as a coyote) spoke from his side. Sirius had done some sort of magic to earn his place as leader, bringing with him Eris, the coyote-woman and her family, and even finding strangers to join him without question. Now, as he stared back at eyes not quite as feral as his own, Larkspur saw the shadow of potential in this man. The truth of the matter would come forth soon enough. “No,” he said with little hesitation. “I do not think I would fit in your rank. I am not clever like you, Sirius,” the use of the name lacked proper formality, and implied they were yet strangers. “Yet I do not doubt I could kill you. Yer clever, but yer not strong—a good leader is both.” Off-white teeth, having cut through many an enemy in the service of a now-dead king, revealed themselves in a smile-snarl. “Yer not savage enough for this land. Talk as nice as y’want, but this place ain’t meant for talk. If yer not strong, yer liable to end up like that sheep.” There was the faintest warning in that phrase. Larkspur had no desire to usurp Sirius, but he had been present when Haku’s own people had turned on him. He did not doubt it could happen again. <style type="text/css"> .larkspur {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/larkspur.png'); background-position:bottom center; background-color:#BDAC9A; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid black;} .larkspur2 {padding:10px 10px 165px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .larkspur b {color:#EACDB3;} .larkspur p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} .larkspur3 {background:#352A1E;padding:5px; filter:alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity:0.5; -khtml-opacity: 0.5; opacity: 0.5; border:1px solid black;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 05-19-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ Words flowed quickly from the rough brute, as though they had been waiting for some time to be spoken. They were insolent words, traitorous and detestable, but Sirius had known them to be in the heart of the D'Angelo man since the foundation of Salsola. This challenge, although apparently Larkspur had no desire for his rank, was a weakness within the Family - A flaw that could not be permitted to exist. The cunning male saw, dreadful and true, what had to be done to secure the coal beast's loyalty. Perhaps anger stirred his blood to adrenaline, for Sirius no longer felt a surge of dread, but rather a deep and simmering fury that his character could be so insulted.
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+3 Had he said this to anyone else—to Haku, or even to the brute of a man he called father—Larkspur would have teeth in his face and a fight on his hands. Sirius’s body displayed such potential aggression and Larkspur, still seated, watched him curiously. If he was attacked, he would fight. Yet that previous shadow he saw now blossomed, and from it he imagined the potential all the others seemed to understand. Orange eyes narrowed, pupils widening to suck in the light around them. Larkspur rose to his feet at the command, and followed his lanky leader down the slope. This was territory he was used to; rocky, uneven ground. It was like the mountain of Khalif, the mountains in which his people lived. Salsola’s land was different, of course, but Larkspur had an advantage over most. He moved with the ungainly lope of a mountain goat, finding the best trails with little ease, letting the mountain do his work. As they reached the sheep’s ground below, he lifted his ears high. So the boy was actually going to go through with it. So be it. Without a word Larkspur turned north, moving along drier, rockier paths that would not hold their tracks. It was not long before the kill-sight was found, where blood still clung to the rocks and hung in the air. “I dragged the sheep away,” he explained, nodding towards the northern border. Several ravens still circled above, likely chased away by larger scavengers. Shifting his feet as to allow his leader to pass. There was a subtle challenge in his step even now, daring him to follow the obvious trails, to go after the bear that would kill him. Larkspur would fight for his own survival, yes, but not yet for Sirius. As far as he cared, this was still nothing but talk. <style type="text/css"> .larkspur {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/larkspur.png'); background-position:bottom center; background-color:#BDAC9A; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid black;} .larkspur2 {padding:10px 10px 165px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .larkspur b {color:#EACDB3;} .larkspur p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} .larkspur3 {background:#352A1E;padding:5px; filter:alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity:0.5; -khtml-opacity: 0.5; opacity: 0.5; border:1px solid black;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 05-24-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ The bulkier male followed his sharp command, although Sirius had little doubt that his obedience was no more than a curiosity, daring the male to fulfill his obscene words with action. Fueled by the burning rush of his anger, the Alpha constricted it tight within himself, a sharp orb of determination in his gut. Years of strict control over his emotions and actions proved to be useful now, and no outward signs of irrational aggressiveness were shown - Merely the poisonous cunning to his eyes, massing around the needle slits of dark and cold pupils.
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Word Count: -- ● Words were words, and Larkspur had little patience for them. He had been a stunted child and unable to speak properly until his second year, and only learned this common tongue from Misery and the endless repetition that followed. This too was echoed in his body—repetition, that was—for muscle memory paced him behind Sirius and kept his pace even with the lanky male’s. Subconscious signals were responded to. The stiff-legged walk, the high tail, these were displays of dominance that the D’Angelo thrived on. Larkspur needed structure and discipline, but he refused to find it in those too weak to hold power. Silently, he observed. He had known the scent when he had found it and had no reason to follow. It was much-faded now, given the blood and the excrement left behind from the kill, but even Larkspur had to admit Sirius’ skill as a hunter. Orange eyes narrowed as he watched the earth-colored male work. They widened slightly at the unspoken command, and his body snapped into attention. Feral as he was, Larkspur was a creature of habit; he knew to obey these wordless orders well. Sirius was faster than he, and Larkspur fell behind. He trailed after the hybrid, white-tipped paws thundering against the soft earth below. This was a fool’s errand, but one he intended to see through. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:right;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 05-24-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ The small hunting party headed northeast, sticking to the unseen trail left prior by the lumbering woodland menace. Sensing the power within his own legs, Sirius felt the first slivers of genuine enjoyment pulse through him, warring with the anger but honing his skill further. Unlike Larkspur, who possessed the ability to remain still and focused and dutiful while watching the domestic herd of Salsola, Sirius was a creature crafted for the hunt. His attention strayed selectively, picking up miniscule prints and scents left by the large predator, and his blood rallied to the fight that was soon to come. Although a somewhat vain and arrogant creature, his faith in his own tracking abilities was rarely misplaced.
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Word Count: ● While he was neither as fast nor as skilled as Sirius, Larkspur’s size and patience made him a capable hunter. He was large enough to bring deer down on his own, though this often involved catching them by surprise or outlasting them in a long-distance run. Wooded terrain and rocky cliffs suited him, though he lacked the agility to dodge and weave through trees as a more limber animal might. Sirius was more apt at trailing the bear’s route, and Larkspur lingered behind him. He picked up on the silent signs that the hybrid gave, instinctively recognizing his position as second-wheel to the lead hunter. Part of this also came from his unwillingness to face a bear—survival instincts warned him against such a foolish idea. Yet he followed still. The broad white paws of Larkspur’s build served him well against the stony ground, vaulting the bulky wolf up the mountainside as they entered the bear’s territory. Any higher and they would risk being without cover. Larkspur had just flattened himself to the ground when the noise rose, as low and dangerous as thunder. Wide-eyed, Larkspur’s muscles tensed, hackles rising all along his spine. His lips pulled away from his teeth, showing them to the noisy animal that was waking from within its mountain rest. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:right;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 06-01-2011 [html] Word Count » 5+ ooc: lahv, if you have the bear thrash or rear up or whatever in your post, please pp Siri being thrown off? danke <3 For the briefest of moments, Sirius allowed himself to be thankful of the presence of the male behind him. Larkspur obeyed his instinctual signals without hesitance or challenge, but the thistle King was aware that such obedience came from a desire to see the death-antics of a false leader more than a changed wish to serve. However, such intelligent thoughts fled from calculative mind at the horrifying rumble that rose slightly ahead of the crouched hunters, off to their right - The sharp snuffling of the bear as it scented the breeze, tasting the air for fear.
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Word Count: +3 ● Fear was something that Larkspur knew well. He had been afraid when he had been cast away by his parents, and he had been afraid since the night he had seen the eye of Tak and hear the voice of the ini, the well of worlds where his earth-god lived. Since that day he had feared the things in the dark, feared the fire that he had seen in his future, and knew he would forever be watched by those terrible red eyes. A guttural growling rose from the bear, which hobbled from its sleeping place. Larkspur knew several things about bears; they were capable of killing with tooth and claw. They were stupid, near-sighted, but smelled more than well enough to make up for such a thing. The Khalif had been cautious about bears, and with good reason. Far too many children had been killed for wandering too close to the caves along the mountain. Tak, the whispers blamed, Tak sent these beasts to kill the unworthy. After all, they came from the earth. This was why Larkspur feared the animal that was now lumbering towards him. His body curled up as a cat’s might, tail curling under his body and over his groin. Then suddenly Sirius was flying through the air, but he was met by the lumbering beast (which no longer moved slowly, Larkspur saw with a fright) head on. Even though the hybrid managed to grapple the bear’s neck, it proved to be in vain. With a bellowing roar the bear rose to its full height, thrashing in an attempt to throw its attacker off. Larkspur did not move. He was held fast by that instinctive, learned fear and by that still-stubborn desire to see his Boss prove his own worth. Sirius had brought this on himself. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:right;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 06-07-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ There was no room to think, no time to use any of the male's impressive calculative abilities. The urge to survive overrode all others. Thick fur filled his mouth, but it was almost impenetrable by sharp canines - Then the bear rose, its terrible cries filling Sirius' flattened ears as though he had descended into the roaring pits of hell itself. For one moment, his body remained clinging to the back of the beast, held there only by clamped jaws - The next, he was dislodged and the sensation of flight made long limbs twist in search of ground.
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Word Count: ● Each bellowing roar shook a child’s fear in Larkspur’s being. He felt that terror rise up in his chest, filling it until he thought it might burst. Anxiety rippled through his body, and with each ripple he began to change. It was an expedited process due to his terror, one that twisted bone and sinew and gave an even further and impossible mass. While his Optime form would have been far more suitable given its weight, but he was no longer thinking clearly. A haze of fear and panic had filled his mind. He didn’t realize he had shifted to his Secui form until Sirius’ commanding bark broke through the silent terror. Everything changed in an instant. With a roar to match the bear’s own, the near three-hundred pounds of wolf sprang from the thick underbrush. His challenging bellow was met with another, and gave him enough time to distract the bear from Sirius’ attack. When the hybrid’s teeth did manage to find their hold the grizzly spun, swiping at the smaller male. Larkspur took his opening and leapt onto the massive animal’s back. His legs could not find purchase and scrambled, eventually returning to the earth, but he clung with a steel grip and formidable claws. With his teeth clasped around the thick bump of shoulder-fat, Larkspur stood at his full height and stagger-walked as the bear remained on its hind legs and tried to shake off the massive wolf on his back. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:right;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 06-07-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ Never again would he question the value of the D'Angelo man - There could BE no questioning, not when the monolithic Secui form of his Arbiter charged to meet the beast that sought Sirius' death.
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Word Count: ● Time slowed. The hybrid king, his Boss, the man who had risked his life to prove his right to rule, let out a sound that filled Larkspur’s head with red-hot rage. His own chest let out a deep and terrible growl, but he could not risk releasing the bear as long as it held his Thistle King. Then the brown man was flying and time rushed forward again. The bear and Larkspur howled together. His teeth did not lessen their grip even as the bear made to turn on him. With a forcible yank, the massive wolf threw his hind feet up to the bear's back and allowed gravity to pull them down. This move cost him dearly; even as the bear let out a stupid bellow they were falling onto the rocky ground below. A sharp pain shot up the dark wolf’s back and all along the length of his spine, but he could not hesitate, not when the life of his leader was on the line. Snarling and making as much noise as his heavier opponent, Larkspur scrambled to grapple with the bear. It roared, unable to gain footing, and as the Arbiter moved against sliding rock he felt sharp and terrible pressure against his thigh. The bear, unable to reach him with massive paws still struggling against its own weight, had reached out and clamped its massive jaws onto the D’Angelo’s haunch. Yelping, the Secui’s turned his own fangs onto the bear’s face, slicing its nose and muzzle as he snapped in a flurry of off-white teeth and blood-stained foam. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:right;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 06-08-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ He teetered on the knife-edge of pain, eyes glazed, brain shocked. Body knew what the mind could not - His tail was gone.
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Word Count: ● Instinct had overruled the cognitive thought of the massive wolf, who was as tall as the bear but hardly half its weight. This was no longer about proving a point. That was made well enough through his action, which was nothing less than devotion. He could have died. Sirius could have died. Unable to allow either option to take place, the Arbiter had done what his instincts demanded. Protect the alpha. Protect Sirius. The bear’s fury caused it to break the grip on his leg only seconds before the lanky and awkwardly built body of the umber leader came rushing in. Several agonizing seconds passed as the bear bled out under them, and then it was over. Larkspur’s legs were trembling from the adrenaline, his hind one elevated and seeping blood through the deep wound left by massive fangs. Yet his concern was now with Sirius, and the wolf limped to his side. A single low sound escape his body, followed by a sign of submission he had never shown since arriving in ‘Souls. Several short licks came from his lowered head, cleaning off a small section of the blood from where it had stained Sirius’ face. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:right;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 06-08-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ At last, death came to the enemy.
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