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- Terra - 12-03-2011 [html] OOC Dec 8 It had only been a couple days since the girl from Salsola had tried to enslave Terra. Yet already she was out and about off the packlands, looking for trouble. Facing death never really fazed her, no matter how bad a situation. Terra would be scared if she'd understood the girl's true intent, but slavery was foreign to her. In her mind nobody could touch her freedom, leaving death and pain as the only things to dance around in life. .terrra b {font-weight:bold; color:#116f77; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #041f22; } .terrra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .terrra {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#31515c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/K8FCs.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 270px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#558888; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .terrra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .terrra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Tristan Scorn - 12-04-2011 Tristan was never what one would call clever. In fact, were his half crazed brother here to say anything, he would say Tristan was quite the dunderhead when it came to being clever. It truly was amazing that Tristan had managed to make it this long as a loner, a loner on the run, a loner on the run without the ability to shift. Where Tristan lacked in problem solving, he excelled in pure dumb luck. He'd arrived to 'Souls eight days prior, finding the dreary lands known as the Withered Realms. There, he'd met a white wolf, and while he was, at first, in despair, he had found the motivation to continue his adventures here. The brute had travelled quite a bit throughout the days, even managed to catch himself a couple paltry meals of half-starved animals. Content in the fact that he was fed and far from his sibling, he was intent on learning everything there was to know about this place. Perhaps he would make a few friends. Perhaps even settle down, odd as that sounded. The male chuckled to himself as he continued his walk. Long claws clicked and echoed down the pavement. Dusk was falling in the horizon, melding hues created beauty in the skies. It was silent. It was peaceful. Nothing could ruin this day. At least, he'd thought that. A familiar scent wafted into his nose, making him shiver involuntarily. Blood. Blood of a strange wolf. That life liquid never bode good things. The brute was half tempted to leave and turn the other direction, but intrigue and worry spurned him forward. The trail led him to an alleyway, and again his instincts sent warning thrills through his flesh. He ignored them. If the wolf was hurt he knew a bit about herbs and healing. There was a good chance he could help them. His mind made up he stepped into the alleyway, taking only a few steps before he suddenly was flung forward, slamming his face into the pavement with a surprised yelp. He could hear metal crashing down around him, sounding like some metallic demon roaring into his ears. Halved vision looked up only when the echoes of crashing cars faded away. The exit was blocked off. He whimpered in confusion as he pulled himself up on shaking paws. This was a trap. A clever bloody trap. Slave traders, perhaps. Or some sick game. Ignoring the blood dripping from his tongue, Tristan investigated the cars. Just this once he wished he could transform, get those lovely thumbs. But no. Instead, he stood staring at twisted metal with a lolling tongue and a dumbfounded stare. - Terra - 12-04-2011 [html] OOC The loud noise startled Terra. She'd just been trying to figure out how she would fit a cap on top of the round hole while making it collapse when someone stepped on it. Terra hadn't wandered very far from her last trap. Spinning around Terra stared in surprise as her trap worked beautifully. She hadn't expected someone to fall in there so quickly. Terra had thought herself very much alone in the city. More time than she'd thought must have passed when she was absorbed in making the contraptions. .terrra b {font-weight:bold; color:#116f77; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #041f22; } .terrra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .terrra {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#31515c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/K8FCs.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 270px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#558888; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .terrra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .terrra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Tristan Scorn - 12-04-2011 Tristan could feel the anxiety rising. His heartrate was escalated, pumping blood to his toes up to his ears. Sanity was all but leaving him, and his throats were finding every bad thing that could possibly be leaving such diabolical traps in abandoned alleyways. Slave traders. Cannibals. Murderers. Surely he would not survive the night. It wouldn't be surprising if he died of a heartattack before the trap-makers arrived to finish the job. The brute's breath was coming out in rapid pants as he stared at the mass of cars. Would his last sight really be that of giants hunks of metal? How awful would that be? In the midst of his fear he heard a strange sound. In fact, it was a rather familiar sound. Though the memory itself was haunting. The memory of cracks, pops, the bones snapping out place and reforming into that strange shape. Oh, Tristan remembered that transformation all too well. So it was a Luperci that had created the trap, perhaps even his brother. The half blind Timber wolf looked above the heap of metal, tail tucked squarely between his legs as he waited for the image of his brother to pop into his vision. There was no reason to attempt to die with dignity. He'd run from it long enough. It was quite the surprise, then, when another wolf climbed above the wreckage in Optime form. He stood staring at her with an open mouth, observing her movements as she climbed down. When she reached the ground he backed away slightly, hackles half raised now that he knew she wasn't the murderous brother he kept expecting around every corner. At her kind 'hello' he released a sigh of relief, eyeballing her somewhat suspiciously still. So, she wasn't here to kill him. Maybe. With a wary look he nodded, ignoring the sting of his tongue when he spoke. "Yeah... it appears that some one either clever or murderous, or perhaps both, decided to play games tonight." There was a hint of irritation mixed with awe in his tones. With a dip of multi-hued head he continued, "I'm Tristan, by the way." There. Perhaps knowing his name would keep the vixen from giving in to murderous intent, should she be such. - Terra - 12-04-2011 [html] OOC Terra grinned as Tristan spoke. He was right about the trap maker being clever, but the rest of it sounded like someone with too much fear. The fact that her trap had caght someone so ridden with it was even more funny than the fact that it had worked so well. Her 'guest' appeared to be a rather amusing creature. She had to wonder why he'd chosen to enter such a suspicious area when he was so afraid though. .terrra b {font-weight:bold; color:#116f77; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #041f22; } .terrra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .terrra {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#31515c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/K8FCs.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 270px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#558888; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .terrra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .terrra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] |