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- Tawny Wagner - 09-20-2011 Uh...too lazy to get the mature warning thingy...so... WARNING MATURE THREAD AHEAD [html] This suuucks. But meh. She is riight outside the AT borders near Musquo Doboit Valley. Takes place early morning October 2? / +3 Tawny had shifted into lupus form in the few hours since she’d run away from Fang. Her body had not moved from the spot it fell, though, and she was lying in a pool of bloody mud and grass. The girl hadn’t even bothered to lick her wounds or the spots he had dirtied. In her mind, she was a dirty all over, weak and simply worthless. There was no reason for her to go back to Ichika, to put a burden on Saul to clean her wounds, to cry on Jace’s shoulder about the scary male. She couldn’t take care of herself against anyone; her fighting skills were practically nonexistent. The only useful things she knew how to do was hunting, sewing and weaving… and even those skills were rusty and not so great. .thembones b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2dc3d; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #551f15; } .thembones p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .thembones {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#851e1e; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2a7xtox.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 280px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#c08d1f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .thembones p b:before { content: open-quote; } .thembones p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Alaki - 10-01-2011 [html] Still up for the random loner attack? / +452 The scent lingered in his nose, surrounding him and filling him with unease. The sickly feeling spread through him and refused to budge, his hand throbbed, muscles too tense from gripping the handle of his katana, his jaw likewise froze in place, his expression a tight grimace. For sure the scent belonged to a loner, an incredibly stupid one at that; lingering and crossing Anathema borders, that was one thing. But that morning as he went to find Chiya and Beyaz, who'd spent the night outside rather than underground, he had located the two perched high within the safety of a trees branches; three dead crows upon the ground, covered in the same loners scent. This is personal now... With a quick hand gesture he signalled for his white crow, the bird fell silently down to him and landed with practised movements neatly upon his master's shoulder. Keeping to the shadows cast by surrounding trees he moved forward, carefully choosing his footing as to minimize the sound of his approach. All the while, his eyes were peeled, he sense grasping at everything so that he could find the sick bastard and dispose of him as quickly as possible; once he'd done so he'd burn the bastard's body and stop by Naniko's to let her know what was going on. Thankfully, it was just one stupid loner; probably half staved and deranged to enter pack lands so freely and without permission. As he continued, hot upon the strangers scent he noted the air shifting, with it another scent intertwined with his targets; light and feminine, an accomplice of some sort maybe? Once more his hand tensed around his blade's handle, his body yearning to fight, to tear into someone weaker than him. When the distance closed between him and his prey, the scent turned fowl, the breeze carrying the bitter taste of blood with it. Slowly, he unsheathed his blade and grasped it with two hands, loosely taking up a basic fighting stance, ready for whatever may lay ahead. Through the trees he finally spotted her; not his target, but the female, clearly injured and in a lot of pain upon the ground. His feet were anchored to the ground as he scanned the surroundings, searching for a trap, an ambush or any such threat; his nose indicated that the other was nearby, possibly.. Still, he couldn't leave the female alone. Nudging the bird, he indicated that it should approach the female whilst he pulled himself up into the branches of a nearby tree. Moving swiftly and silently he pulled himself half way up the tree, settling silently along a branch. His blue eyes cast down, watching the white bird approach the female. .alakikey b {font-weight:bold; color:#395378; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #395378; } .alakikey p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .alakikey {margin:0 auto; width:430px; background-color:#07234c; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/xbwvoy.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 250px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9a8981; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .alakikey p b:before { content: open-quote; } .alakikey p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Tawny Wagner - 10-01-2011 [html] Um...yeah, hope this is a okay. Just tell me if it needs changing. / +7 Ants were like a steady stream of torture, the constant biting of her flesh was slowly flowing into one long line of pain, something that her body was getting used to…and now she wasn’t making any noise or twitching. There was no reason to struggle when no one would help her. Did she even want to be helped? Not at all. She just wanted to lie there, falling in and out of consciousness until she was dead. No one had to get near her, nobody needed to even know where she was or that she had died. The Ichikans would get over her disappearing pretty fast, she was sure, and she didn’t know anyone else. Nobody would care about her death after a while and soon all traces of her ever being in the territory would be washed away. She’d come to terms and embraced this, wishing death would take her already. .thembones b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2dc3d; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #551f15; } .thembones p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .thembones {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#851e1e; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2a7xtox.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 280px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#c08d1f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .thembones p b:before { content: open-quote; } .thembones p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] |