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- Skoll Haskel - 11-14-2011 [html] for big brother! / +424 Skoll Haskel put things into four categories. One was for boring things, though very few objects fell into this category, as all it took was an imagination to make things interesting. One was for wolves, divided into the sub-categories of “family” and “maybe you should think twice about eating their tails.” The others in the pack reacted to his constant pouncing and biting with different reactions, but as a general rule, his family was safe to eat. Another category was for fun things, such as balls and chewtoys and flowers and anything else that could be made into a game if you worked hard enough at it. Then there was a final category, one for things that absolutely perplexed him because they didn’t fit anywhere else. And the long-eared, twitch-nosed creature lolloping across the grass fit into that. What was it? Maybe he hadn’t been paying attention as much as he should have, because this thing tickled at his mind and told him he’d seen it before. He recognized prey animals only as nice piles of regurgitated or cut-up meat that he’d been eating since starting to be weaned. And then there were horses (“chevals,” he called him, in his special brand of Frenglish), but those were more like wolves in that he could differentiate between them. No, he’d seen these hoppy creatures before, and they all could have been the same thing as far as he was concerned. The same hoppy, weird, distant, good-smelling little thing. Skoll whined quietly as he hunkered down in the grass. His urge to chase was stronger than ever, though he couldn’t quite understand the urge. The last time he’d gone hunting with his family he’d fallen asleep, and he’d forgotten most of that day. Right now he was wide awake, though, and trembling, and wanting so much to chase after the weird creature. A minute passed—two minutes. The tantalizing smell of the hoppy thing made his mouth water, and subconsciously he made the connection to food. Maybe he’d chewed on a leg of one of these things before, though it looked different and more fun to chase attached to a body. The pale boy inched forward, paw over paw, keeping his belly low against the ticklish grass. Smothering a giggle—or evil, plotting cackle—he wiggled his butt and stared the hoppy thing down. It straightened, nose a-twitch and ears akimbo, and it was then that he remembered.
“Rabbit!” Skoll screamed, and he ran at the animal just as it fled, startled by his loud epiphany. .haskoll b {font-weight:bold; color:#8caf52; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #1e290c; } .haskoll p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .haskoll {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#33412e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZNlFM.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 340px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8e60; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Liam Catori - 11-15-2011 [html] Eeeee Skoll's avatar is the CUTEST! *snuggles* Also thanks for the table, I'mma use it in this thread! =D Word Count → 638
<style type="text/css"> .razeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffef; text-shadow:#59814e 1px 1px 1px;} .razeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .razeliam {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#86a37c; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/14ajwgm.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 500px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#455440; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.6px; text-align:justify;} .razeliam .wordcount {color:#455440; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #59814e; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .razeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 11-16-2011 [html] Thankies. And yay bro time! / +310 The rabbit sped off, and Skoll skidded to a halt, tongue lolling from his pale mouth as he watched it go. He wasn’t particularly disappointed—games of chase often didn’t work out for him—but instead triumphant in his ability to name the animal. His little mind was gaining so much knowledge lately that it was difficult to retain some simple things, but his world expanded as he grew, and eventually he’d be able to both name and hunt things. A piece of advice came to him, and the blonde cub whirled around to stare at the luperci approaching. Immediately, he broke out into a happy smile and wagged his tail at his big brother. He loved Liam with all his heart; Liam was always fun and he was so big, practically a grown-up! His adoration for his elder sibling was evident in his grin, but it was also clear by his pricked ears that he was listening very carefully to what he was saying. “I start that way,” the young Haskel assured him before spinning in a quick, excited circle. “I started an’ I forgotted.” His grin turned sheepish, and he pounced at his brother before turning in search of where the rabbit had gone. He wondered if it was too late to start chasing it again. He hadn’t really given it thought before—about finishing the chase—but the support and advice from his brother made him excited to try again and to show Liam what he could do.
“I do it,” Skoll confided in a sudden whisper, and he tottered off in the direction his prey had fled, sure to keep his mouth closed this time. It soon became clear that he had no idea where the rabbit had gone, and with awkwardly lowered ears, he pushed his nose against the ground convincingly. “It um—this way?” .haskoll b {font-weight:bold; color:#8caf52; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #1e290c; } .haskoll p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .haskoll {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#33412e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZNlFM.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 340px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8e60; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Liam Catori - 11-18-2011 [html] I don't like this post much. =( Still they're adorable though! Word Count → 367
<style type="text/css"> .razeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffef; text-shadow:#59814e 1px 1px 1px;} .razeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .razeliam {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#86a37c; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/14ajwgm.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 500px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#455440; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.6px; text-align:justify;} .razeliam .wordcount {color:#455440; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #59814e; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .razeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 11-18-2011 [html] +415 The puppy wagged his tail at his brother’s rephrasing, replying emphatically, “Yes forgot.” The finer aspects of grammar flew right over his head, though most of it was just a matter of listening at this point. He’d eventually get it, though his correct use of words was inconsistent at best. With one last wag, he turned his attention to tracking the hoppy thing—the rabbit—that Liam had urged him to be more careful and quiet about. Instincts lent its shoulder to lack of experience, and soon Skoll was toddling off in the direction of the rabbit, pausing to watch his brother change form. He smiled quickly with approval—though he was not uncomfortable around luperci, considering most of the pack used multiple forms, it was nice to have someone closer to his level every once in a while. Terra played with him in her four-legged form too, though she quickly demonstrated that she was no less big and dominant in lupus. The memory made his hackles rise before he sniffed again, loudly, copying his brother’s tracking with great exaggeration. After snorting at the dirt assaulting his nostrils, Skoll grinned at his brother’s encouragement and began to bounce after the scent trail. He lost it often, usually by forgetting to actually sniff and wandering off course, but with nose to the ground like a hound dog, he found it again. As they got closer to the rabbit, he was able to track it by its smell hanging in the air. Frequently he closed his eyes before stumbling and reminding himself to keep them peeled. “There,” the blonde boy whispered suddenly, freezing in place. The little animal was nibbling at some grass now, though it lifted its ears from time to time. Luckily, it was facing away from them and had not yet seen them. Hesitating suddenly, Skoll looked to his brother for comfort. “Quiet now?” he asked, managing to keep his voice down. “Like secret?” He swallowed and looked back at the rabbit, dropping into a crouch and moving—paw over paw, very carefully—toward the prey.
Unfortunately, his light-colored coat stood out sorely against the grass, and the rabbit turned in time to see him coming. It hopped away with less urgency this time, a casual lollop out of reach, and with a scowl he settled on his belly, completely unsure of what to do next—not that he had any idea of what he would actually do if he caught the thing, anyway. .haskoll b {font-weight:bold; color:#8caf52; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #1e290c; } .haskoll p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .haskoll {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#33412e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZNlFM.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 340px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8e60; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Liam Catori - 11-19-2011 [html] Awwwh. Word Count → 404
<style type="text/css"> .razeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffef; text-shadow:#59814e 1px 1px 1px;} .razeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .razeliam {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#86a37c; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/14ajwgm.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 500px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#455440; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.6px; text-align:justify;} .razeliam .wordcount {color:#455440; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #59814e; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .razeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 11-20-2011 [html] The child is so evil. xD /+311 Liam’s advice whispered slowly against his rosy ear caused the young Haskel’s heart to race with excitement. This was an important mission to him now rather than a pup’s practice, and he was actually shaking a little as he made his stalking motions. Liam was so focused and solemn and grown-up that Skoll was a little intimidated but just as encouraged. He felt like a real predator as he padded forward—but it was then that the rabbit decided to hop off, leaving the boy clueless. He might have raced after it if the pent-up energy hadn’t exhausted him, but in the back of his mind he knew that such a chase would be fruitless. The rabbit was already faster and nimbler than his soft cub body. But the still-encouraging words of his big brother brought a sunny smile out on the boy’s face, and Skoll sat up to meet Liam’s two-toned eyes. He had both their parents’ eyes while Skoll’s were more like Vigilante’s, though he sometimes forgot what color his daddy’s eyes were since he’d been gone in that Tribe place for so long. He frowned then lifted his chin decisively. “Gonna get next time,” the puppy vowed with all the proud confidence of a King’s child. He would get his vengeance on that sneaky rabbit—or whatever rabbit he came across; they all could have been the same. Then Liam alluded to one of his own hunting failures, and the green eyes widened. He swung his body around, tail thumping against the grass, then tried to squash his excitement for such a story. “What you do?” he asked instead, his tone slightly hushed—knowing that this would be a fun secret, maybe even one he could tell Hati and Lottie.
Or maybe Robin. Just because he was young and cute didn’t meant that Skoll wasn’t a little devious. .haskoll b {font-weight:bold; color:#8caf52; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #1e290c; } .haskoll p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .haskoll {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#33412e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZNlFM.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 340px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8e60; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Liam Catori - 11-24-2011 [html] -stabs school- Word Count → 610
<style type="text/css"> .razeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffef; text-shadow:#59814e 1px 1px 1px;} .razeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .razeliam {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#86a37c; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/14ajwgm.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 500px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#455440; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.6px; text-align:justify;} .razeliam .wordcount {color:#455440; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #59814e; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .razeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 11-28-2011 [html] I concur. Sorry for the wait. /+266 Skoll wagged his tail harder when his brother cleared his throat. He bounced up momentarily to adjust his paws before plopping down on his butt and sitting down on his flailing creamy tail. Only a broad and wicked grin answered his brother’s plea for him to swear to keep things secret; that was up for Skoll to decide, and he wasn’t going to make any promises. This way, at least, Liam couldn’t call him out on it later since he hadn’t said anything. He pricked his ears at the mention of spring. A September-born child, he knew nothing about the warm seasons other than from stories that others told. He could kind of envision mud; however, while it wasn’t as bad as during the spring showers, he’d gotten his paws dirty in wet soil before. Liam was doing a good job at storytelling. While Skoll liked any tale spun from wolf jaws, he especially liked it when you could play the story out, too. He and Terra had hopped around on their hind legs pretending to be humans when she’d told him a story of her own, and watching Liam bounce around made him laugh before the conclusion of the story came. “Ooooo,” Skoll squeaked as Liam described falling into the mud. He parodied a wince of sympathy then giggled again.
He rolled the image of his brother covered in wet mud around in his mind, then considered his older sibling thoughtfully. After a few moments of pondering, he barked suddenly, “Betcha you didn’t look any diff’rent, mudface!” and whirled, running away toward their house again. .haskoll b {font-weight:bold; color:#8caf52; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #1e290c; } .haskoll p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .haskoll {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#33412e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZNlFM.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 340px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8e60; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Liam Catori - 11-29-2011 [html] ♥ Word Count → 353
<style type="text/css"> .razeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffef; text-shadow:#59814e 1px 1px 1px;} .razeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .razeliam {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#86a37c; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/14ajwgm.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 500px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#455440; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.6px; text-align:justify;} .razeliam .wordcount {color:#455440; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #59814e; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .razeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 12-04-2011 [html] +211 There was a bark and pounding footfalls behind him as Liam gave chase, and Skoll let out a little squeal as he registered this fact. He turned around after emitting that rather pathetic and excited noise, lips wrinkled back to show sharp white puppy teeth, his tail wagging wildly—only to have a glob of mud fly at his face. He screeched and ducked, though the stuff plastered all along his right shoulder, hiding the light gold of his soft coat. “Don’t slip, Liam!” the Prince taunted, quickly sprinting away again. He tried to aim for all the mud patches he could as he ran, leaping over most of them, though his ankles were dirtied whenever he couldn’t quite make the jumps; some splashed onto his pale belly as well. He didn’t heed this, however, if he was even aware of it; he simply kept moving, hoping to outrun his big brother—as unlikely as that would be.
At one point, however, the cub slowed—standing now in another small mud puddle. He glanced quickly over his shoulder in hopes that Liam had closed in on him, and then he began to make wild digging motions, slopping mud all behind him where it would hopefully get on the older Catori’s face. .haskoll b {font-weight:bold; color:#8caf52; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #1e290c; } .haskoll p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .haskoll {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#33412e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZNlFM.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 340px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8e60; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] |