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- Ayasha - 09-29-2011 Ayasha was doing her normal patrol of the borders. She, as usual, had a lot on her mind. One thing that was always there was the troubles that Maska had brought. She wondered when her mother was going to do the next step of her plan. Ayasha was willing to help her in anyway possible. How could she not? She already invited Sky in to poison Maska. So why shouldn’t she do more? Another, much more pleasant thing on her mind was a boy. Liam. He might not know it, or maybe he did, but she was rather in love with him. She knew that he was a bit unstable but that he would never hurt her. Plus, he needed someone to care for him so that he would be calmer. Though they still needed to meet each other’s parents. She wondered what Ralla would think of him. Yet even with so much on her mind, she was alert to any changes in her environment. By now she could almost hear the spirit of nature talk to her. But even if they didn’t talk to her, she could hear and see and smell shifts in the air around her. So when she heard the snap of a twig from a little distance behind her, she whirled around and stalked towards the sound, reaching for the two knives on her belt. - Silyva - 09-29-2011 [html] Silyva is in her Lupus form
.Silyvafreeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f5f7; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a09fa0; } .Silyvafreeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; text-align:center;} .Silyvafreeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Silyvafreeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#d3d2d4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... afreeb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #7e888e; padding: 160px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .Silyvafreeb-border1 {width:462px; border:3px solid #f6f5f7; margin:0 auto;} .Silyvafreeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b8b8b9; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Ayasha - 09-30-2011 Ayasha relaxed as she approached the dark female. She didn’t seem like she was a threat to AniWaya. But then again, one could never be too sure. So she approached the stranger with curiosity and a little bit of wariness. It seemed like the female had caught wind of her and was waiting for her. Well, that was nice of her. She rather liked the fact that someone was willing to wait to be found and not hide from her. She came near and gave a slight smile. It was bit odd to see a wolf in lupus form but not rare. So she made note of that but didn’t say anything. She cleared her throat softly to get the female’s attention. ”You’re near the borders of AniWaya. Is there something you need?” She hoped she wasn’t being too intrusive. It was her job to ask anyway. She realized that she should explain herself. ”I’m Ayasha, by the way.” She thought she saw movement on the female but chalked it up to being paranoid. ”I’m a scout here in AniWaya. What might your name be?” She already asked for her purpose so didn’t ask again. She was ready in case something happened but hoped that it didn’t. - Silyva - 10-03-2011 [html] Sorry it took me so long
.Silyvafreeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f5f7; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a09fa0; } .Silyvafreeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; text-align:center;} .Silyvafreeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Silyvafreeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#d3d2d4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... afreeb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #7e888e; padding: 160px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .Silyvafreeb-border1 {width:462px; border:3px solid #f6f5f7; margin:0 auto;} .Silyvafreeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b8b8b9; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Ayasha - 10-05-2011 At being near the borders of Aniwaya, Ayasha gave a slight shrug. It wasn’t a crime to be near a packs borders but it was smart for the pack to investigate things happening so close to their borders. ”It’s alright. You weren’t trespassing or doing anything wrong. I was just making sure there wasn’t a threat on my pack’s borders.” Granted, Ayasha thought that there was more danger within her home than without but she wasn’t going to mention that. She nodded at the name but sighed at the rest of her question and statement. ”We used to be peaceful but our leadership changed suddenly and we became not very peaceful. So while there would normally be no problem with you being near our borders, the warriors would run you off or force you to join us.” She said the last part with quite a bit of annoyance and made it clear that she disagreed with the whole situation. ”Most of us want our Tribe to be like it was before and we’re trying to figure out how.” Her attention was taken by the cute animal that Silyva had with her. She giggled despite the solemn statements she had made moments before. ”She’s cute. How old is she?” She gave the marten a smile and a wave. - Silyva - 10-12-2011 [html] occgoodnessss
Silyva understood the wolfess reaction to her being near to their boarders. She wouldn't want some strange wolf prowling about her land, if she had any. Then again she wondered, she thought she felt a sort of tension in the area. Something seemed to be a bit off but he decided to let it go, there was no reason to ask such questions that he really didn't care about. .Silyvafreeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f5f7; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a09fa0; } .Silyvafreeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; text-align:center;} .Silyvafreeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Silyvafreeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#d3d2d4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... afreeb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #7e888e; padding: 160px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .Silyvafreeb-border1 {width:462px; border:3px solid #f6f5f7; margin:0 auto;} .Silyvafreeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b8b8b9; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Ayasha - 10-17-2011 Ayasha gave Silyva a slight smile. She was relaxed in her home. She wondered if there was something wrong with Silyva that seemed a bit antsy. Ayasha turned her smile into a slight frown. But she chose not to ask those questions because it would ruin the relative friendliness of the meeting. Plus, it would bring up lots of issues that Ayasha didn’t really want to talk about right now. She shook her head slightly. ”Things have changed a lot in the last few months. We’re helpless to change leaders.” Her head shook some more. ”I wish it were that easy. The only way that we could get rid of him is to kill him. But that is not going to happen.” She really didn’t want someone to kill Maska, as much as she hated his guts. Her thoughts were made happy by talking about the marten. ”He’s older than me.” Not that that was hard. There were more wolves and creatures older than her then younger. But that was OK. She was used to that type of thing by now so it didn’t faze her anymore. ”Would you like to know anything else?” She asked politely. - Silyva - 10-20-2011 [html] Sorry so short, I'm on my work break!
Silyva quickly became disappointed, she knew there was nothing she could or really should do but this wolf seemed very unhappy about her leader and his decisions and the worst thing about it. There is nothing in her power this scout can do about it. With a heavy sight she just shook her head "Well then I am sorry for you luck, and I truly wish your pack can find a way around the war and fighting and come back around to the peaceful pack ya'll once were." .Silyvafreeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f5f7; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a09fa0; } .Silyvafreeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; text-align:center;} .Silyvafreeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Silyvafreeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#d3d2d4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... afreeb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #7e888e; padding: 160px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .Silyvafreeb-border1 {width:462px; border:3px solid #f6f5f7; margin:0 auto;} .Silyvafreeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b8b8b9; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Ayasha - 10-28-2011 OOC: Sorry about the lateness IC: Ayasha gave Silyva a thankful smile at her thoughts and wishes for her Tribes happiness. ”Thank you. It’s just a little tough with his tyranny.” She tried to sound nonchalant but still had quite a bit of bitterness in her voice. She had a lot of patience but her fuse was getting shorter every second that Maska was in power. But she didn’t want to bring the mood down. She wanted to more about her new acquaintance. ”Where do you currently live?” She gave a friendly smile. ”Where did you come from, originally? I came from a place called Newfoundland.” Her experiences lead her to realize that she needed to break her questions up and offer some things about herself. At being mature, she gave a snort. ”That depends on who you ask. And when. With my family and friends, I can be a bit immature and silly. But dealing with strangers, I try to be respectful.” She gave a slightly cheeky smile. ”How am I doing at being mature?” She wouldn’t mind if she was called immature. That was kind of the point. She was trying to be a little silly. - Silyva - 11-01-2011 [html] WC:Me too:/!
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