More Than A Dare - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: More Than A Dare (/showthread.php?tid=19588) |
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- Symera Villisca - 07-29-2011 [html]
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Scarlet eyes twinkled with hostility as the dangerous, two-legged creature moved along the line that proudly announced the coyote-clan’s claim to the nearby world. The ring of a child’s warning call echoed within her head, and pristine teeth glinted with discontentment between dark lips. Halo was not aware of any game youngster’s played; she only knew that unwanted presence lingered by the borders. This clan’s Second in Command would have none of that. Friend and foe could remain outside these skull’s watchful, yet cruelly empty eyes.
The Lykoi woman’s eyes lashed across the sparsely forested area until they found what they were looking for, and would not stray once they locked on her target. Distance did not betray her eyes, and it was indeed a child. It mattered little if the young voice had belonged to this one, for red eyes narrowed with disapproval all the same. A pale cream painted hand reached for her best friend, and the soft hum of metal graced her turned back coyote ears as the sharp, lonely twin sword was unsheathed.
Her stride was quiet, yet swift, though the optime’s presence would probably be discovered before she reached the insolent canine. She could only hope that the child’s eyes wouldn’t sway in her direction. Auburn locks danced with the quickened breeze known to wander through the nearby coast, adding a touch of extra character to Halo’s wild, hostile demeanour as she moved in on the young soul. After some moments, the blade in her hand took a vertical leap, aiming for the skull, rocked by the child’s touch. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] - Symera Villisca - 07-29-2011 [html]
.zero-star p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .zero-star b {color:#ffffff; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zero-star {font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c4bfbc; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#4e293a; background-image:none; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; width:450px;} </style> [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 07-29-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> #halosimple {width:380px; padding:10px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/5697571/lykoistar10.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} #halosimple .ooc {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:italic; line-height:1.2em;} #halosimple p {text-align:justify; line-height:1.5em; text-indent:30px;} #halosimple .bottom {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif;} #halosimple .bottom p {line-height:1.5em; margin:0px;text-align:right; line-height:1.2em; } #halosimple .name {font-family: 'Calligraffitti', arial, serif; font-size:32px; line-height:1.5em; } </style> Ikr! It was made by the wonderful Marit.
Her silent inhale filled fit lungs with lovely air, and blood eyes watched the girl shout after small, departing bodies of more puppies. Coyote ears brushed flat against dark locks. Children… But there was no anguished cry of fear as her sword had buried itself into the weather-worn skull where puppy paws recently had lingered, so inviting. Now, instead of following her brother’s example, the young girl turned to the Infernian, dull, moss meeting hot fire. Halo knew this face. Once, that had been her. Once, it could have been. But the world had not smiled at Halo, and she had let defeat befoul her spirit. Today, the acrid taste remained.
The child’s face showed nothing of what these red eyes sought, and while the adult did not openly reveal this, her strong heart beat with silent disappointment. Cheeky words caused hackles to rise, slightly. A sharp smile stretched at the corners of the clan leader’s lips, accompanied by teeth; dangerous. ”You speak the words as if it’s a bad thing,” she returned, her words hushed and dipped in sweet honey. She freed the glorious blade from the dead wolf’s bone head, thrusting it down into the soft earth beside her towering form as her back bended slightly, looming over the senseless child. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] - Symera Villisca - 07-29-2011 [html]
.zero-star p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .zero-star b {color:#ffffff; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zero-star {font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c4bfbc; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#4e293a; background-image:none; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; width:450px;} </style> [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 08-04-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> #halosimple {width:380px; padding:10px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/5697571/lykoistar10.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} #halosimple .ooc {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:italic; line-height:1.2em;} #halosimple p {text-align:justify; line-height:1.5em; text-indent:30px;} #halosimple .bottom {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif;} #halosimple .bottom p {line-height:1.5em; margin:0px;text-align:right; line-height:1.2em; } #halosimple .name {font-family: 'Calligraffitti', arial, serif; font-size:32px; line-height:1.5em; } </style> Yet. >:]
Fine eyebrows rose in response to the child’s strange words. Its perspective of this scene was intriguing, though coyote blood alone did not protect her with certainty, as it seemed to believe. Although, it would be a shame to slay blood that was pure. The young girl’s appearance spoke for her, and there seemed to be no touch of wolf on her. How fortunate. A seed of mild jealousy was planted, though Halo was no longer as unforgiving to the blood itself anymore. Enough coyotes had betrayed the clan, yet she, a child of polluted blood, had never let her loyalty falter the slightest. Not visibly, at least.
She wanted to argue with the girl, but how could she when the words spoken were true? A smile appeared, then, though it did not soften her sharp glare. ”You may not be the same, but I’m certain your head would fit one of these stick just as well.” But the adult’s initial anger was fading. Perhaps it was the mere fact that the cheeky child had refused to flee and had attacked her with reason. Halo liked to see fear in her prey, yet there was none here. The adult’s knees buckled and she crouched down before the girl, taking a moment of silence to look the child over in more detail. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] - Symera Villisca - 08-04-2011 [html]
.zero-star p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .zero-star b {color:#ffffff; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zero-star {font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c4bfbc; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#4e293a; background-image:none; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; width:450px;} </style> [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 08-04-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> #halosimple {width:380px; padding:10px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/5697571/lykoistar10.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} #halosimple .ooc {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:italic; line-height:1.2em;} #halosimple p {text-align:justify; line-height:1.5em; text-indent:30px;} #halosimple .bottom {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif;} #halosimple .bottom p {line-height:1.5em; margin:0px;text-align:right; line-height:1.2em; } #halosimple .name {font-family: 'Calligraffitti', arial, serif; font-size:32px; line-height:1.5em; } </style> --
The returning question was not one Halo was willing to lie through. She could, but there was no genuine wish to do so. Scarlet eyes examined the frown temporarily inhabiting the child’s face, though it was too short lived for her liking. But no fear. ”I could.” But the little thing didn’t understand; had gotten it all wrong. The skulls bordering the clan’s claimed soil were not there because they were adored. Or, well… The woman’s palm rose to stroke against the weatherworn skull, fondling at the horizontal crack born from her blade’s sharp bite. One of these belonged to her. Fingers moved to touch one of the bleached canines in her necklace; her kill. No, these were warnings, but they all served as memories.
”Their death strikes fear among others of their kind.” She plainly explained, watching the sun bleached skull with a trace of fondness swimming amongst fiery hues. But there was fire within the little girl. She was very young; too young to carry such passion. ”Don’t you like them?” Why would the child paw at a skull in such a way if she only carried hatred? Sharp, white teeth glared at the young girl as the adult’s impure smile seemed to widen, slightly. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] - Symera Villisca - 08-04-2011 [html]
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The skull itself was not particularly intimidating in the hybrid woman’s eyes, but she knew that softer souls looked at the clan’s borders with repulsion in their dumb eyes. But the dead heads on top of their pikes represented something greater, and the Centurion firmly believed that they did their part in keeping the majority of unintelligent wanderers away. It was almost a shame, for Halo dearly loved to parade her hostility and wave with her blade. While the clan was small compared to the packs around it and peace was important for their survival, it was not what she wished. She still wished to become the nightmare spreading fear through the wolven population. ”They warn other wolves to stay away,” she answered as a light frown tugged at the corners of her lips.
The child shook its head at her question, and served her reasons before Halo’s voice could rise to investigate. Ah, very well. There was no pity for the young child. Life was full of pain and suffering, and the Infernian knew this better than most. She had received her own share of tragedy, and she was certain there was much more where it came from. The weight remained heavy on her shoulders, but the woman no longer cared to look back at what had happened. No more self-pity. ”And what about you?” she asked; quietly wondering if a father was in the picture. ”Where they your brothers, the puppies that ran away?” The young yet pitiful creatures had fled the scene, but this one girl had remained—had even dared to lash out with a sharp tongue at one of the infamous clan’s most deadly members. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] - Symera Villisca - 08-05-2011 [html]
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The adult rolled her eyes at the childish dare that the girl’s siblings had put her up to. Children and their inane games. Age would of course excuse this poor girl, but Halo was not necessarily much less strict about this matter, even if she could admire the young one’s courage. But few of Inferni’s members were as terrible as her. Morale demanded that a child should be spared a cruel faith, but the red eyed woman was a sinner by blood. Her father was the devil himself, and her half sibling’s name was beyond famous for his cruel acts. It was strange she hadn’t turned worse than this.
The woman rose again, caring little that the child would have to strain her neck if she wished to look up at her. Why did she care? An annoyed sound swivelled in her creamy throat at the question. ”I have to watch and make sure no foolishstranger brings trouble to my clan’s borders. That includes vandalism. This skull belongs to me, and if you want it you’ll have to bring me a new to take its place.” Her smile seemed long gone now, and the overall expression was again strict and unfeeling. Revenge was a sweet thing, and the warrior’s fire roared just a little brighter if she knew the wolf was every bit as malevolent as her racist stereotyping wanted it to be. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] - Symera Villisca - 08-08-2011 [html]
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A toothed grin awarded the decisively spoken words of the child. But of course, this girl was too young to understand what she agreed to. Slender fingers rose to brush against the vibrant crimson chaos star above her heart, the move unconscious as she thought of this strange child. Heavy ignorance was revealed moments later. A feather light sigh whistled out between dark lips, and she shook her slender muzzle, apathetic. She should just smack the child with the flat side of her blade and chase her away. This Inferni member didn’t like children. Perhaps it was because their minds were so much more simple than that of an adult’s, and Halo found many adults in quite moronic.
But this was a chance to elevate her boredom. Scarlet hues stayed with the child. It was difficult to fall on a decision. Whatever. ”You need to kill a wolf,” she answered, thinking the child should have found the answer on her own. But she was much too young. Itachi had turned out cruelly, but she remembered him at this girl’s age, and children were not as complicated then. ”What is your name?” The Centurion’s sword was removed from the ground and returned to its sheath; it would not be used today. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] - Symera Villisca - 08-10-2011 [html]
.zero-star p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .zero-star b {color:#ffffff; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zero-star {font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c4bfbc; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#4e293a; background-image:none; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; width:450px;} </style> [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 08-12-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> #halosimple {width:380px; padding:10px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/5697571/lykoistar10.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} #halosimple .ooc {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:italic; line-height:1.2em;} #halosimple p {text-align:justify; line-height:1.5em; text-indent:30px;} #halosimple .bottom {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif;} #halosimple .bottom p {line-height:1.5em; margin:0px;text-align:right; line-height:1.2em; } #halosimple .name {font-family: 'Calligraffitti', arial, serif; font-size:32px; line-height:1.5em; } </style> Just assume ooc that after some failed wolf hunting, Halo took Symera home to the mansion to stay? :]
What had inspired a mother to grant such an exotic name to her child? It was something grander than Halo, that was absolutely certain. Lips were about to part to offer her own name, but no melody rose as she watched the cheeky little bitch turn her back to her. But no frown would stretch across the Centurion’s beautiful face this time. The adult disliked children in general, but some were less repulsing than others. Perhaps this was merely a temporary fluke that was to pass once her curiosity was fed. Fingers brushed away insistent motes of dry earth from the magnificent cloth wrapped around her sweetly curved waist, and she took a step in the girl’s direction, lovely shaded eyes moving to the skulls as well.
It was a shame that Symera seemed to think it was easy to find and kill a wolf. But the thought was intriguing nevertheless, and it almost made her feel like her wicked old self again. She had not taken a life in quite some time, though the wolves grew in number every day, and they seemed to have become bolder as of lately. Eyes narrowed with thought, and she made a decision, then. ”Sure,” Halo’s sugar coated voice agreed, though she doubted they would find anything today. No matter her dislike, Halo did not outright attack members of nearby wolf packs unless she had good reason to. If they followed Inferni’s borders though, it was always possible they would be in luck and find an insistent trespasser with a poor attitude. Your faith walks on broken glass [/html] |