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- Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 10-08-2011 [html]
- Shawchert Menue - 10-08-2011 [html] OOC/WC Shawchert was not home, however he did hear the knock, he had been in one of the trees working on a small project that didn't seem to be working out that well, and as it turned out it fell from the top of the tree. Grumbling under his breath he climbed down and landed on his roof. He walked over to where the door was and sat down. Looking down he frowned at the white man. “Come to give me more baked things again?” He asked shallowly, that was before he spotted the young one next to the man, his icy stare softened and he wondered where she had come from. It wasn't Sky's she was far too old and Shaw would have known about a pup being born within the pack, wouldn't he? He looked down, wondering what the man wanted to say. He had heard and smelled that Sky had left the pack, and not came back, but Shaw knew that she had someone to worry about her without him going into a fit. Maybe that was what the man wanted. He stayed sitting on the roof, he would get down at the right moment, but for now he was having far too much fun, he'd make the man crane his neck for a little longer before climbing down. Shawchert knew he should treat his own pack mate with better care but he was still hurting with his pride about being beat up by a scrawny little writer. .shawchert-road b {font-weight:bold; color:#27425a; letter-spacing:1px; } .shawchert-road .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .shawchert-road p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .shawchert-road {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#6a81a3; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BiKuV.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 210px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#b6c1cf; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 10-18-2011 Tal looked up to where the male was sitting on the roof. He felt a twinge of anger as the male made his snide comment, but Tameri's soft whine reminded him what he was there for. He swallowed his anger, and spoke. "No, Shaw, I came to ask you a question." He paused for a moment, then spoke quickly, before he could change his mind. "I met Ayasha the other day, who said that Sky wanted to help with the Aniwaya problem, that she wanted to poison Maska. Sky hasn't been home in nearly a month, and I'm really worried now. I just wanted to know if you had seen her, or if you knew where she is." Desperation rose in him as he heard the words coming from his own mouth. "Please, Shaw, I need your help. I need to find Sky, and you're the only one I could think of who could help. I'm a writer, I'm not a fighter, I'm not a warrior." Tameri nudged his leg again, and he knelt down and picked up the pup, nuzzling into her sweetly scented black fur. He looked up at Shaw again. "please Shaw. I can't do it alone." |