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- Vesper - 09-30-2011 [html]
Isolation was very much a part of Vesper’s life, and for much of her life it failed to bother her. She was born to a single mother, wandering lonely paths, rarely coming across strangers to talk to. Her sister and she had played in isolation from each other, other than those short periods where they curled close for warmth and safety during the harsher days.
And then her mother had died, and her father had taken Sparrow away, and Vesper had been isolated once more. She had traveled without kith or kin to keep her company. It wasn’t until she had joined up with the small band of wolves and met Juniper that she’d found a connection—a red string tying the girls’ hearts together. Ves had protected her and run with her, had tumbled in the long grass near the bank of a stream with her, but in the end, isolation had found her once again. A snap of her jaws, a pressure against a screaming throat: she had taken out a tyrant, and none would follow her, not even June.
Even now she was isolated, no matter how many friendly faces she’d come across in Nova Scotia. She was by herself because life sucked, and while for much of her life it failed to bother her—
Vesper was a little lonely.
It was difficult standing still in a world of rumors and factions and whatever dark creatures were lurking in ’Souls. The pack wolves were patrolling and gathering information, the loners flitting around trying to avoid conflict. She barely saw a face more than twice, and while normally she didn’t mind being on her own, today she was feeling down.
The small tawny wolf yawned then let her breath out in a heavy sigh, resting her chin on the arm of the couch she’d curled up on. It had been thrown out on the sidewalk sometime before the demise of mankind, reasonably sturdy despite being attacked by rodents over the years. Her large ears turned occasionally in a façade of alertness, but honestly, she wouldn’t notice someone getting murdered more than ten yards from where she’d curled up. Of course, she wouldn’t admit this to anyone, least of all herself.
The city was cool today; autumnal winds coasted leisurely across the cracked pavement, flattening the tufts of grass and whistling through cars and gaps between buildings. The heat of summer was no more than a memory, and it seemed like forever since she’d arrived in Nova Scotia. Still, there seemed to be little change in her life since then, and the static nature of the world only depressed her more.
When the wind blew at her face, she blinked rapidly then ducked her muzzle between her forelegs, blue eyes closing. She looked like a little fox huddled up against a blizzard rather than a scarred loner on a couch, but right now she didn’t care. She simply kept her head hunched and hoped for sleep to take her. - Silyva - 10-03-2011 [html] Sorry It Took Me So Long, And There Is No Way Im Going To Be Able To Keep Up With Your Post Length! Im Good But Not That Good. Oh She's In Optime Form
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Vesper wished for sleep, but it did not come. Instead, her thoughts wandered over memories and worries. She envisioned past events and could feel cold anger build in the pit of her stomach, while she also wondered anxiously about the upcoming winter and her ability to survive in it. She had thought it would be simple; after all, she had been born in late October and had survived through the freezing weather even farther north than Nova Scotia. However proud the loner was, though, she wasn’t stupid. And she knew that nothing in life was guaranteed. Sighing, she lifted her head to rest her chin on the arm of the dilapidated couch. She looked out at the houses and weeds and trashcans, apathetic, before the scent of a canine reached her nostrils. She sniffed: a female luperci, nothing special that she could tell, other than another odd and musky odor bonded with that scent. It had to be a musteline of some sort, a member of the weasel family. Why these two scents would mingle so was beyond her. Curiosity piqued at last, Vesper sat upright, tail flickering once across the cushion she was perched on. Her keen blue eyes finally darted to an upright, black figure some ways away. She was a little disappointed to see an optime-formed woman, as well as a little anxious, but hopefully this wolf would be more like Zalen than the collie mix she’d met. Unsure of what to say, or if the luperci would even want to talk to her, the coywolf let out a yap to show that she was there. <style type="text/css"> .vesperlli b {font-weight:bold; color:#395c6f;} .vesperlli t {font-style:italic; color:#395c6f;} .vesperlli ooc {padding:5px 5px 10px 10px; font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align:right;} .vesperlli p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .vesperlli {margin:0px auto; width:475px; background-color:#bbc9e1; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2j5e2b8.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px dashed #395c6f; padding: 24px 0px 450px 0px; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:#627b89; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Silyva - 10-12-2011 [html] occgoodnessss
Silyva began to wonder what this canine would be like, from the scent she could tell that it was a female but was she small and petite or a large big boned creature. The more she thought about it the more excited she became. But then again she began to worry if this female might be a threat. With that Silyva reached around to hear bag and gave it a shake to wake her small sleeping pet. Rina only rumbled at her to let her know she was awake and unhappy about it. Silyva only whispered to her afraid that she was in hearing distance "Stay hidden little one, we're going to be having company soon. I will let you know if it is safe to come out." .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+ - Vesper - 10-14-2011 [html] Sorry again for taking a while to get to this. Vesper wasn’t quite worried about being attacked by the female she had scented. First of all, she was quite confident in her own abilities in a fight—as well as her abilities to escape if the situation became too much for her to handle. While her common sense often lapsed as her pride took over, she could intelligently assess a situation before she got angry. And she knew a couple of routes that could get her quickly out of Halifax, having explored the city a few inches at a time earlier in the day. There was a small bark in return to hers, however, and the hybrid stood on the cushion and let her tail swing leisurely and low behind her. It looked promising that she’d have a decent conversation, as long as this female was intelligent. Even beauty—if this woman was beautiful up close—wouldn’t excuse someone for lacking brains. The dark optime-formed wolf walked forward, and Vesper let her blue eyes scan the canine a little more closely. She was large and strong, showing that she’d at least worked in her life rather than lounging around prettily. Her dark fur was flecked with greys and silvers across her back, which was interesting, and golden bracelets wrapped around the curves of her wrists and thighs. The coywolf let her tongue flit across her lips, not quite sure how she felt about the woman in that form, and pricked her ears when she spoke, introducing herself as Silyva Sapphire. “I’m Vesper,” she replied, smirking slightly. It wasn’t a rude or very amused smirk, but rather a smile that couldn’t quite get there. She reserved smiles for only good friends or special situations, and most acquaintances didn’t cut it. Glancing up into the pretty liquid gold eyes, she wondered what else to say or do; she certainly didn’t feel like jumping off the couch to further draw attention to her small size. Besides, her leg was still somewhat weak from the bear attack. “You smell like—well—did you meet a weasel recently?” Vesper sounded less than confident for once in her life, mostly because she didn’t want Silyva to take the question the wrong way. She could definitely smell something—maybe mink or marten? .vesper-oo8 b {font-weight:bold; color:#2d3b4e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #070d15; } .vesper-oo8 i {font-style:italic; color:#2d3b4e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #070d15; } .vesper-oo8 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .vesper-oo8 {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#1f252d; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/11qodfk.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:#444c57; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Silyva - 10-17-2011 [html] I hope was on tract about some wounds still healing, I looked on your profile and noticed the Healing Wounds as of October and thought I would include them in my post!
.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+ - Vesper - 10-18-2011 [html] Oh, actually many of those took place in a thread dated after this. She does have the injury to her leg, though, and it's probably safe to assume she has some random scrapes and all her pre-existing scars, of course. Vesper shifted her weight on the tattered couch cushion, and her weakened leg protested with a burning pain that crawled into her muscles. She winced, as much as she tried to hide it, but her expression became composed afterward. She didn’t want the dark optime female to know that she was injured; she had met few wolves who wouldn’t take advantage of that fact in some form. Still, it was hard to deny that she could use something to make sure there wasn’t an infection. She only had that one bite from the bear, and it hadn’t broken the bone, but keeping it clean was an issue sometimes. Silyva laughed at her sheepish question, and the coywolf lowered her ears. She was glad that it hadn’t been taken the wrong way, at least, and she tilted her head curiously when the dark woman explained she had a marten as a companion. Like Tobias is Niro’s companion? the tawny hybrid wondered, remembering the hawk-man’s explanation of their partnership. She couldn’t see a marten doing much that a wolf couldn’t, though, but it would be nice to have someone to keep you company, canine or not. She frowned and leaned forward, sniffing, when the small animal was brought out of a bag. It nipped its owner rebelliously and slipped back into the warmth. “How did you get her?” Vesper asked, wondering if she’d captured the animal. It wasn’t tame enough to be completely obedient, which was fine, but it did seem to like the comfort of the bag rather than trying to escape into the woods. “Does she help you hunt?” It was clear that the young woman didn’t know very much about companion animals, but she’d grown up seeing martens and hawks as competition and their young as possible meals. Then again, that white wolf Leigha had ridden a horse, a dumb prey animal if Ves had ever seen one. Silvya blurted out a sudden apology, which made Ves prick her ears in disbelief. What was there to be sorry for? She blinked when the dark shape began to crumple, limbs shortening and body compacting, falling down onto four legs. It was a process still alien and painful-looking to the non-luperci, and she had to turn her eyes away. The black female explained that she hadn’t met a non-luperci, and the coywolf snorted. “Doesn’t matter what form you’re in,” she muttered, but she had to admit she was more comfortable seeing the woman like this; it seemed more natural. She eased gently off the couch, landing as softly as she could and keeping her slightly injured leg from bearing her full weight. The rest of her body was rather tense, her eyes sizing the difference between them, but it was no longer as ridiculous as if the female had been in her secui or optime forms. “Besides, if you’re born like that, you might as well take advantage of it,” Vesper added, shrugging. She knew that she would probably be on two legs right now if she’d been born with the genes, but her parents hadn’t been luperci to her knowledge. If they had, she probably would have been one, and they wouldn’t be having this conversation. “Anyway, I’m not that different from you.” This firm statement was called into question by a brief glance back at her own small body, and she clarified, “Mentally, at least. I can survive and you can survive; we just do so in different ways.” .vesper-oo8 b {font-weight:bold; color:#2d3b4e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #070d15; } .vesper-oo8 i {font-style:italic; color:#2d3b4e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #070d15; } .vesper-oo8 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .vesper-oo8 {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#1f252d; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/11qodfk.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:#444c57; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Silyva - 11-01-2011 [html] WC: Sorry it took me so long and is so short, im trying to get my muse back
Image courtesy of stockII@deviantart; Table by the Mentors! <style>.KStu214011_Silyva1 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .KStu214011_Silyva1 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .KStu214011_Silyva1 b {font-family:verdana; color:#d2b9b4; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .KStu214011_Silyva1 {background-color:#6f5b65; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.2em 0.2em 0.2em #4c414b; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/9536/silyva.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:326px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .KStu214011_Silyva1-border {width:502px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> - Vesper - 11-05-2011 [html] Aw, that's not short. :3 Mine's even shorter than yours; I tried not to ramble. x3 Silyva smiled faintly at her question, explaining how she’d rescued the marten and the bond that they shared. When she described how she used Rina as a distraction while hunting, Vesper nodded in obvious approval, her tail swishing behind her on the seat cushion. That would be a perfect use for such a small critter—that and spying, but the dark female didn’t look like the type who’d get into things like that! She smirked at the thought. “Nice to meet you, Rina,” the coyote hybrid said to the bag, teasing. She fell silent and lowered her ears slightly after Silyva assured her that she preferred a four-legged form. Remembering Zalen, she nodded slightly in understanding then looked away when Silyva inferred that standing over her would’ve made her uncomfortable. “Yeah, it bothers me sometimes,” Vesper admitted, looking at her paws for a moment. “I’m sorry for snapping at you; you were only trying to be considerate.” Such polite words were rarely given lightly, but she actually wanted this meeting to work as much as the other did. It had been too long since she’d had nice, lighthearted conversation with another canine. “Have you been in Nova Scotia long?” she ventured to ask. “You don’t smell like you belong to a pack.” .vesper-oo8 b {font-weight:bold; color:#2d3b4e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #070d15; } .vesper-oo8 i {font-style:italic; color:#2d3b4e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #070d15; } .vesper-oo8 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .vesper-oo8 {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#1f252d; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/11qodfk.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:#444c57; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] |