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- Augustus - 12-12-2011 [html] OOC Desired Tier: Cavalry Word Count → 400 ‘Turn towards the south and you will come to the forest’s edge.’ He paused to look up from the earth, there was the forest’s edge ahead of him. He scented the air before digging in and resuming his long loping stride. It had taken him over a month to make his final decision. When he did, it was his belly, never full for long, that had ended his internal debate. It was a wonder he had remembered her exact directions for so long, although there were scents along to way to guide him. Her's was the faintest whisper, instead he followed the trails of other- fresher scents and several heading in one direction. It was his best bet.Follow the forest boundary where the trees meet the open land, Again, her instructions rang clear in his head. He drove himself harder now, keeping his eyes on the horizon, and filling his nostrils with the scents around him. It would not do for him to overstep the invisible barrier of the pack lands. Caspa’s scent was faint, but it was there. She had come this way. The forest was starting to thin and the land opened up before him. Somehow, he knew he was close now. Each step brought him nearer and nearer, and a slight tinge of anxiety crept up his spine.
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hello there! c: Welcome to CDM Strel was out, patrolling in the winter wind. It was getting colder as the days went on. He had adorned himself in his winter clothing, despite his fluffy thick winter pelt. It was more a matter of accentuating himself than anything else. The waterproof coat of fur blocked out the cold and wet and kept him nice and warm. Thus, his clothing was made of light material that kept him from overheating. Granted, the scarf at his neck was still rather thick but that did not mean it was affecting him more than the trousers or vest were. And as much as he did not need them, he like how it looked. He heard a howl, loud and clear. He gave back a rather lazy call, to inform whoever it was a leader was on their way, as well as to prevent from anyone else bothering to intercept. It was faster if he came than anyone else. This was how it had to be; Strel preferred that he keep the middle man out and simply let it be a quiet, private session between the caller and the leader. Granted, that really only applied to strangers eager to join the kingdom of misfits. However, it was just as important for those not seeking acceptance, who had a matter of urgent discussion. Hopefully, it was the former rather than the latter. No news was often the best news. News often came on deadly wings. The Dauphin approached the stranger, smelling him long before his lavender eyes saw him. It was no one of the kingdom, but there was the faintest scent of one. Perhaps the stranger had encountered one of the courtiers? Strel approached the strange man, back tall and tail flicking behind his back. "You are on Cour des Miracles borders, stranger. What do you seek here?" The smell of the court was stronger here, on the border, but that faint smell of someone was still present. Strel could not put his finger on it. .strel-txt {font-family: garamond, georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:1px; margin:0px 25px auto; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; text-align:justify;} .strel-txt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/GEuNG.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border: 0px solid #000; padding 0px 0px 10px 0px; } .strel-txt .ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto; width:500px;} .strel-txt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 0px;} .strel-txt b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;font-family:verdana, garamond, serif; font-size:12px;} .strel-txt .line {width:150px; border-bottom:1px dashed #000; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Augustus - 12-13-2011 [html] OOC Thank you I'm assuming Strel is in Optime. Word Count → 400 The winter winds did nothing but ruffle his thick black saddled pelt. He felt not the bite of the cold nor the sharpness of the air. His fur was double layered all the better to withstand below freezing temperatures without the slightest discomfort. He was of the harsh north, hardy and resilient. His scars were not fortunate, there and only there did he feel the sting as the fur had not yet grown over to protect them. They lay across his snout bare and pink and vulnerable. He clenched his jaw as a blast of wind washed over him. It ruffled his tail a bit which swayed in the slightest. It was a few moments before he heard the answering to his call. His heart leapt and he rose his head swiftly to peer at who was approaching. It was not Caspa’s voice that rang in his charcoal rimmed ears and he became suddenly wary.
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- Strelein von Rosnete - 12-17-2011 [html] 000+
sorry for the delay, I had some painful finals! I've accepted you so feel free to continue this or not, but you may post in CDM now Strel could see the distress in this wolf's face at the sight of the clothed tailor. He was used to it, especially from those not of Luperci blood. He figured either this one hated the culture that came with two legs or was not able to participate in it. Strel adored the ability to make things, to create. He felt like he was ever so slightly better than those limited to the old life. The humans had been great creators, even though they were just as great destroyers. Perhaps they had been too good at destroying, since none of them remained. But the Dauphin set aside the man's discomfort, for he had not fled at the sight of the upright canine. At least the stranger was adamant about coming and joining the ranks that he was not put out. The stranger cast his eyes down to the ground, never peering down at the redheaded tailor. Strel simply listened, rather put off by the excessive show of subordination. Granted, he liked applicants to be polite and submissive, yet this seemed a bit much. Perhaps the sight of him on two legs disturbed the stranger more than the tailor could imagine. Strel pondered his words, looking carefully down on the man. "Who?" he asked simply, fully expecting an answer. He would have to know who to give responsibility to if this stranger turned out to be a monster in disguise. .strel-txt {font-family: garamond, georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:1px; margin:0px 25px auto; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; text-align:justify;} .strel-txt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/GEuNG.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border: 0px solid #000; padding 0px 0px 10px 0px; } .strel-txt .ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto; width:500px;} .strel-txt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 0px;} .strel-txt b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;font-family:verdana, garamond, serif; font-size:12px;} .strel-txt .line {width:150px; border-bottom:1px dashed #000; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Augustus - 12-19-2011 [html] OOC Whoot, thank you And no problem, I understand. I've had to work a lot lately as well, so it's no biggy. Word Count → 348 Augustus was determined to keep his eyes on the ground for the moments that passed, lest they betray his thoughts. The male’s form troubled him far more than he ever could have known. As healed as the wounds were, the ones within were far from closed. He closed his eyes and remembered his solemn promise to the larger Luperci male he had met near a month previous. The clothing, however made it difficult for him. A canine that masqueraded himself around as a human would never be met with open arms as far as Augustus was concerned. He let a sigh fall from his lips and ever so slowly his gaze floated upwards. His shoulders eased, but his fur remained bristled. He did not look the stranger in the eye, but revealed his scarred visage. The lines in the side of his face were harsh and ragged, but a part of him none-the-less.
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Strel's forehead furrowed slightly as he looked down at the stranger. The other male was staring at the ground, concentrating hard. Remembering the name of the courtier? The description he was given made the Dauphin pause, especially since he swore he knew someone of that coloration. And it was a female, which narrowed it down to half the pack. But he thought harder, and knew of only a handful of pale colored white females. But the redhead surely wondered if the stranger was certain of his person. Did he get her name? "I may know who you're talking about, but what was her name?" his tone suggested patience but his request was nothing short of an order. Simply being open and plan was key here, but Strel was still patient enough to know that different folks had different customs. Honestly, he just wanted the answers to his question so this entire process could move a little faster and the stranger could start settling into the territory. If he was accepted, naturally. Though nothing at the moment stood out as a problem, except for the stranger's desire to keep the name of the person secret. Truly, though, Strel had a good idea of who it was, having met her before and seeing her around often. .strel-txt {font-family: garamond, georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:1px; margin:0px 25px auto; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; text-align:justify;} .strel-txt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/GEuNG.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border: 0px solid #000; padding 0px 0px 10px 0px; } .strel-txt .ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto; width:500px;} .strel-txt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 0px;} .strel-txt b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;font-family:verdana, garamond, serif; font-size:12px;} .strel-txt .line {width:150px; border-bottom:1px dashed #000; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Augustus - 12-28-2011 [html] OOC Hope you had a great Christmas Sorry he's such a pain, xP Word Count → 301 Out of the corner of his yellow and green flecked gaze he saw the Dauphin give pause. Did he know who he was speaking of off the top if his head? Caspa would never forgive him if he ran into trouble. And right now she was one of the few that accepted him, fangs and all. The furrow in his forehead made Augustus watchful. He’d been far too descript. His ears twitched as the bipedal creature admitted that he may indeed know who Augustus was describing. He twitched his tail and rose his head in the slightest, eyes focused on the ground before him. He screwed up his face as if trying terribly hard to recall a name that was in reality on the tip of his tongue. “It was a little over a month ago…I’d only met her that one time.” He started. It wasn’t a lie at all, he was speaking the truth, although he recalled much more of their meeting than he dared let on. “I really can’t recall her name…Maybe, it will come to me later?” His deceit was so convincing even he himself might have believed it.
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The redheaded man gave a light chuckle at the other's unwillingness to part with the name. Stubborn to a fault, Strel could appreciate this particular trait, despite how maddeningly unhelpful the stranger was being. He was playing coy, oh yes. Perhaps with another leader this would have been a terribly dangerous game to play, but this Dauphin was most amused. He remembered his own coming to this land, having been born south west in the middle of the north Americas. He remembered the look on Jacquez's face when they played their game of courtly bowing and scraping and joking motions. His second in command had been less than thrilled, almost insulted by his manner at the time. But she was not the one laughing now, no. He was laughing, albeit muted. It would not do, laughing at the deceased. Granted, she had earned no respect for her death considering she had launched herself off a cliff to a death on rocky outcroppings and lungs filled of salt water. No, Strel was definitely the one laughing now.
Shaking his head with a sigh, the redheaded Dauphin looked over the four-legged stranger. "Well, since you're rather unwilling to divulge Miss Caspa's name, I'll simply have to settle for yours." Caspa was the only dog he knew of with a description such as the one the stranger had given him. She was also the only one of a white coloration that he knew of, at least in this pack. Who else was white and a dog with a longer pelt? That woman, and she often went about in the world from what he could tell. Easily enough she would have met someone anywhere. Once upon a time, Strel often ventured away from the kingdom. Now, he was more often found here and more easily accessible by the pack mates he helped lead. "We are a mottled crew, I hope you know. We don't take kindly to murder or rape, but I'm sure few do. You have a place here if you follow those simple rules. If you are fair to your fellows, you are most welcome here." And so the stranger was welcomed to the Court of Miracles, if he still wanted his place here. .strel-txt {font-family: garamond, georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:1px; margin:0px 25px auto; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; text-align:justify;} .strel-txt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/GEuNG.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border: 0px solid #000; padding 0px 0px 10px 0px; } .strel-txt .ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto; width:500px;} .strel-txt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 0px;} .strel-txt b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;font-family:verdana, garamond, serif; font-size:12px;} .strel-txt .line {width:150px; border-bottom:1px dashed #000; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] |