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- Giuseppe Trovato - 07-11-2011 [html]
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.freebjuly07 b {font-weight:bold; color:#090405; letter-spacing:1px; } .freebjuly07 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly07 {margin:0 auto; width:419px; background-color:#352c25; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly7.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #19140f; padding: 170px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9e8e82; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #090405;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Alaki - 07-26-2011 (WC: 320 - Slow kitty be slow? >.<) Carefully he moved through the dark tunnels, cradling the various items he would need for the coming encounter. Knowing the nature of the darker Trovato he knew the coming conversation wasn’t going to be neither easy nor enjoyable; his only hope was that the items he held within his arms were a good enough bribe, along with the possibility that Giuseppe wouldn’t attack an injured wolf. Otherwise, he was screwed. Taking his time as to not strain himself and his injuries he moved with confidence through the maze of twists and turns, his katana’s sheath knocking into his thigh with each stride. Normally he would blend in well with his darker surroundings, but now he wore stark white bandages around his torso; an unavoidable reminder of his stupidity and a clear sign that said ‘injured idiot’. Knowing that his slow pace was no doubt driving the dog insane he took a little more time than which he really should have needed; a small attempt to avoid the inevitable conversation. Despite the amount of thought he’d put into this encounter he wasn’t entirely sure how to go about this, for he couldn’t exactly go up to the brown male and go ‘by the way, I’m marrying your brother’ out of the blue; sure, he and Teo hadn’t be exactly discreet regarding their building friendship turned relationship, but he was pretty sure the white one’s brother wasn’t aware of the extent of his and Teo’s relationship. Sighing, he caught the scent of the other male and knew he was drawing near the designated meeting spot. Clenching his jaw, he cleared the corner, finally making his way too the cave's entrance and saw the Trovato male before him. “Sorry I’m late”he called out, his voice indicating that he wasn’t the slightest bit sorry and to top things of he grinned, “'Ave fun waiting?” Things were off to a great, friendly start it seemed. - Giuseppe Trovato - 08-14-2011 [html]
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.freebjuly07 b {font-weight:bold; color:#090405; letter-spacing:1px; } .freebjuly07 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly07 {margin:0 auto; width:419px; background-color:#352c25; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly7.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #19140f; padding: 170px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9e8e82; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #090405;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Alaki - 08-25-2011 [html] WC:308+ - No internet so will be slow to reply @_@ Unsurprisingly, the hybrid seemed … frustrated by how the snail pace he had taken to get to their designated meeting spot. Although he hadn’t completely gone slowly intentionally, a small, twisted part of his mind was pleased to see that he’d managed to irritate the other male, whilst a contradicting part of his mind pointed out how stupid annoying the brown Trovato was, especially considering that he needed the hybrid in a good mood when he ‘popped’ the question. Juggling his load around in his arms, he secured a singular bottle of some alcoholic substance and offered it up to the male in an attempt to lighten the mood. The first part of his poorly thought out plan was to get Giu drunk… after that the details were pretty sketchy. In short- he was practically winging the entire situation; something he hadn’t really done before, being a wolf that loved his plots and plans, acting without one or the other to follow was strange and somewhat unsettling. “Okay, maybe not fun for you.” He admitted shamelessly. “And have a drink, got more where that come from” he tilted his head in the direction of the bottles he carried. “An injured wolf like me carrying all this booze and you wonder why I took so long..” he muttered under his breath loudly. As the other headed down the caves he followed without paying much attention to his surroundings; all his concentration was fixed on the other male, assessing his mood and trying desperately to figure out the best course of action. “Another room, huh?” he repeated like some parrot. After moving to AT he had mapped out & fair few section of the caves himself; such maps were his last resort at bribing the Trovato male into his good books if his voice of reason and booze idea failed. .Crow-K-01 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .Crow-K-01 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .Crow-K-01 b {font-family:verdana; color:#ffffff; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Crow-K-01 {background-color:#b8b8b8; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; width:513px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/349/alaki22.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 135px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .Crow-K-01-border {width:515px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Giuseppe Trovato - 09-17-2011 [html]
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.freebjuly07 b {font-weight:bold; color:#090405; letter-spacing:1px; } .freebjuly07 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly07 {margin:0 auto; width:419px; background-color:#352c25; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly7.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #19140f; padding: 170px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9e8e82; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #090405;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Alaki - 10-16-2011 [html] WC:366+ - ooc As expected, the hybrid snagged a bottle already and seemed more than willing to drink himself into oblivion with the right push here and there. Shifting the bottles in his arms to a more comfortable position he began to follow the brown toned male, choosing to stay silent for now and allow the other to lead; it was always easier to follow another and react to what they do than to lead people to where you want them, something the young warrior had experience more than once. Canines, especially opinionated and prideful ones hated having others manipulate their actions and so to get the result he wanted from this meeting he was going to have to be carefully, and yet the more he panicked and told himself to tip toe silently, the more and more he found himself questioning if he truly needed the others approval to his and teo's mate ship, for at the end of the day they were going to be mates regardless of what Giuseppe said and all he had to loose was his and the hybrid's vague business relationship. Maybe that's why he sought the others approval, for he was more often than not in trouble it was somewhat reassuring to know there was someone whom would have your back; admittedly for a price, but regardless, it seemed as if he was blowing the whole situation out of proportion... his thoughts were interrupted by the other male handing him a pick and hammer. Gingerly, he placed the bottles down on the ground to one side and took the offered tools and then moved so that he was before the wall, placing the tools in their relevant places and beginning to work, without speaking a word to the other male. Ideas filled his mind, thoughts of delaying the inevitable and such were pleasing and more than tempting, but Giuseppe was due to find out at some point so it was better hearing it from him rather than a complete stranger. “Just so you know, there will be a wedding of sorts soon.” he said, continuing his work, eyes focused on the rocky surface before him. “Me and Matteo are to become mates”. .Crow-K-01 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .Crow-K-01 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .Crow-K-01 b {font-family:verdana; color:#ffffff; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Crow-K-01 {background-color:#b8b8b8; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; width:513px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/349/alaki22.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 135px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .Crow-K-01-border {width:515px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> |