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- Yi TaeKyung - 05-22-2011 [html] Thanks for your patience! Sorry about the quality— I’ve started all my threads so far, and I’m running out of creativity! >u< Back dated May 20 okay?
Satisfied with her handiwork, the black fae began practicing immediately. She threw punches and kicks, the padding enough to protect her limbs from harm, but enough to allow her bones to strengthen as well. The black fae started off slow, but the reassurance she felt by remembering the feel of kicking inflated her still-young spirit. Her rhythm quickened as she threw kicking combinations. A spirited and yet mirthless smile moved upon her maw. Each strike was punctuated by an audible thud and a blood curdling cry deep from the gut. The cry was filled with her passion for taekwondo. Perhaps one day, when she had made a more permanent home, she would use pelts to make a punching and kicking bag as well. For now, this simple, motionless tree would suffice. It was when performing a wheel-kick that she had made a slight mis-calculation in distance that a sharp hiss was emitted from the hungering jaws. With control and balance, she stopped the kick and slowly lowered her body to the ground. A soft grimace imperceptibly distorted her foreign features. .yi-pagoda b {font-weight:bold; color:#1e0000; letter-spacing:1px; } .yi-pagoda .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#http://i.imgur.com/Ef6Yw.png;} .yi-pagoda p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .yi-pagoda {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#890000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Ef6Yw.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 250px 0px 1px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#b22e2e; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 05-27-2011 ((Sorry for the wait, my migraines have been acting up)) The screams and thuds had caught his attention as he'd wandered further from the packlands than usual. He was checking the area for prey, something he could use to feed the pack a simple meal. He wanted to have an informal meet and greet at his place, something where the pack could get to know each other. Mother had told him many times that Syemv had done that frequently. He just wanted to make the pack that Liam was growing up in something comfortable for his son, something his boy could be happy in. He wanted to make it like how mother had always described Syemv. He approached the area the screams had come from, feeling some trepidation. He hoped it wasn't another attack by Lucifer. He didn't want to end up like Noah had. He swallowed and peered into the clearing anxiously. "Hello? Is there any one here?" He felt foolish when he saw the dark female leaning against the tree. He approached slowly, his hands held out in the international gesture of 'I mean no harm.' He spoke gently, thinking he saw an expression of pain on her face. "Are you okay, ma'am? I'm Taliesin. Is there something I can do to help you?" - Yi TaeKyung - 06-07-2011 [html] Sorry about the wait!
As the pain subsided, she became aware of her surroundings once more, noting the coarseness of the fur that bound the trees. The cool night air was pleasant for the heat emitted by her body. With her calm breathing, this could almost be a peaceful night. Yet, the pain throbbed there, unwilling to cease its mockery. Suddenly, the she-wolf was alert, the white orbs snapping open in the dark as her jaws parted to reveal strong, white teeth. A warning snarl crawled from between the hungry jaws, jarring the air the striking the softly spoken words of the stranger. She saw him then, standing before her, arms open in a sign of peace. But the wounded female was not so willing to trust, a strange wolf in a still strange land. The snarl quieted to a discontented growl that eventually faded into the silence. The Korean female locked the lunar orbs upon the two-coloured eyes. Who was this male, and why was he here to bother a strange and wounded female with apparent peace? (In her pain and survival mode, the foreign hybrid was unwilling to remember that canines were generally friendly within neutral territories.... generally.) Eventually, the black fae decided to respond to the seemingly amiable male. .yi-pagoda b {font-weight:bold; color:#1e0000; letter-spacing:1px; } .yi-pagoda .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#http://i.imgur.com/Ef6Yw.png;} .yi-pagoda p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .yi-pagoda {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#890000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Ef6Yw.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 250px 0px 1px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#b22e2e; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] |