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- Gypsy Rodrigus - 07-20-2011 [html]
[/html] - Ravesque Acidic - 07-20-2011 [html] Hello there! Something I wanted to point out -- Anathema's dens are in the mountains, which means that Gypsy wouldn't be able to see them or into them from her place by the shore. Also, [html] tags (and it's closing tag) are how to make your HTML tables show up. <3 mall-caps;">from the Binds mall-caps;">of your Lowliness
Exploration had become something that Ravesque did daily, even if it only meant wandering the above-ground world of Anathema with careful mind. He'd managed to visit the world in the forest, the world of the mountains and today was the day he would explore the sea. Or so he thought. Rather than a calm moment, he was distracted — another call, another creature come to join the ranks of what he saw to be a haven for...well, all. It remained hard for him to accept these new minds, these new people whom he had no desire to truly live with. It would have been different if the Tribunal had lived. It would have been different if Cinder, the bitch, hadn't killed them all. Allegedly. It was always allegedly. Level-headed as he was, despite the distaste he vaguely felt, he made his way toward the border in search of what he might find there. Against the tan earth of the seaside, he saw the dark shape of a wolf and on the air he caught her scent. Another dark female to slid in with the rest of the dark group. Only Naniko, his Naniko as far as he was concerned in the recent months, was pristine now. It didn't matter. They were all the same, and he was just as charcoal-coated as this new face was. Comfortable in his bipedal body, the two-legged man approached the borders with his apathetic air, lazy half-lidded red eyes focused upon her with no distinct emotions. "There are always people here, girl. It's just a matter of who's interested." His arms crossed, muscles in his biceps flexing to enormous size as he waited for an explanation of why she'd come to Anathema, and what she wanted from them. <style> .ra-textual {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ra-textual-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ra-textual p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ra-textual b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ra-textual i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Astloch&v2); </style> [/html] - Gypsy Rodrigus - 07-21-2011 [html]
- Ravesque Acidic - 07-21-2011 [html] Not a problem; we're all here to help. <3 mall-caps;">from the Binds mall-caps;">of your Lowliness
He startled her, but she seemed to bounce back well enough, raising her eyes subtly as he watched. His head tilted in vague curiosity while she sized him up. That was, in recent times, unusual for him to see — in the past, he was often looked at as outsiders and even cult members wondered silently if they could 'take' him. Of course, he didn't expect that she planned to jump him, having faith in her intellect. And then she spoke the words he'd expected: She'd come to join the pack. A large hand rose to rub at his chin thoughtfully, studying her in silence. Again, she spoke, her words very blunt and direct. Odd as it was to see on his face, Ravesque broke into a lazy smile. "You may." He was amused by her formality. Sure, he should have called Naniko first, but Ravesque's mind was set on keeping her grounded within her den. In her condition, a phrase he had stopped using since she berated him days before, he didn't find it necessary for her to be moving about — he was fully capable of bringing them to her. His arms crossed and his weight shifted, body leaning forward as he waited to hear her words. "If it sounds good, I'll take you to our Angela." His explanation, and promise, made perfect sense to him: if she was worth the effort, or if she showed some promise, he'd drag Naniko to the surface. <style> .ra-textual {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ra-textual-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ra-textual p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ra-textual b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ra-textual i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Astloch&v2); </style> [/html] - Gypsy Rodrigus - 07-23-2011 [html]
- Naniko D'Angelo - 07-25-2011 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> Theodore had left the pack for whatever reason. Naniko should have guessed that something like this would happen with him, as he had always seemed the wandering sort to her...but for some reason she had trusted him. She had thought that he would be devoted to their cause...and be with her until the very end. He'd been good to the pack in the time that he had led beneath her, helping joiners to become a part of the pack and helping her with keeping the area safe. If she chose another sub-leader, there was a chance that she would choose another warrior. She could be the brains, and them the brawn. She would just have to choose someone a little more devoted.
- Ravesque Acidic - 07-26-2011 [html] +3 mall-caps;">from the Binds mall-caps;">of your Lowliness
He listened to her speak with as much attention as he could, but he found his interest waning as her worlds reached his ears — something about the way she spoke to him left his mind to wander. Something about her elders teaching her knowledge of years ago, something useless, something— oh look, a bird. Red eyes became unfocused as he tried to drink in all that she explained, but it wasn't long before he gazed past her or up toward the sky. For a moment after she'd finished speaking, he didn't realize her voice had died out. It took some time before he, vaguely embarrassed by the fact that he'd simply been staring into nothing, cleared his throat to reply. "Flora, fauna, right, right. Well, I'm sure Naniko'll wanna see you; let me—" a faint breeze caught him off guard, carrying with it a familiar scent that made his features crumple up in irritation. The Angela was already there, but as he turned to look for her, his eyes didn't catch the sight of the white-furred woman. Was she watching him? Stalking him? Spying? That was a bit paranoid to think, but he could never tell what was in the mind of Naniko D'Angelo, as much as he desired to. A gruff grunt was expelled onto the air as he thought of how best to handle the situation — did he call her over and show her that she wasn't truly that sneaky? Or was it best to let her believe she was hidden? Without much sympathy for the pregnant woman, he crossed his arms across his chest and turned his head just enough to call over his shoulder. "Woman. Come over here, talk to our new...hopeful joiner." There was no better way to express what she was, as initiate involved creatures already inside of a home. <style> .ra-textual {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ra-textual-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ra-textual p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ra-textual b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ra-textual i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Astloch&v2); </style> [/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 07-26-2011 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> She hadn't expected to stay hidden forever. Scents often revealed more than the eyes could, to canines...Naniko knew that at some point she would need to come forward and speak to the pair. In her pregnant state the tall leader was in no way quiet, her bright pelt and unmistakable scent not helping her out much either. It had only been a matter of time before she would be discovered in her hiding place.
- Gypsy Rodrigus - 07-27-2011 [html]
- Naniko D'Angelo - 07-27-2011 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> I have permission to PP Ravesque walking off :3 Up to you if you want to continue this or not, but my replies will be a bit slower! <3 Welcome!! The male left in a huff, and she grinned. She had an interesting relationship with the large, dark male. They'd come from the same cult pack in New Brunswick before she'd fled it to come and live back in 'Souls. Where they had come from, the Tribunal had been the leading body...a group of wolves who kept the peace with sharp rules on behavior and harsh punishments for those who did not follow their laws. Naniko held some parts of the old ways near and dear to her heart, but other parts she was more lax about. She didn't mind if the members did bad things...as long as they weren't to each other. She didn't care much for most outsiders, though.
- Gypsy Rodrigus - 07-27-2011 [html]
- Naniko D'Angelo - 07-28-2011 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> Slight powerplay in them reaching the caves <3 Here's a link to the cave system - decide on what single den you'd like http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/physe_revlis/AT4.png The small amount of pain and annoyance that the ceremony required did not bother Naniko. She'd been injured far worse and had some healing salve that she could put onto it when she got back to her den. She wanted to make sure that Gypsy got settled in and felt welcomed, first. She'd offer her a fur or something to help start the process of sprucing up whatever den the new female chose. She wanted Anathema to feel homey...like a place she would want to live in and stay. Many canines came and left.
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