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- Caspa Al-Fateh - 01-03-2012 Words: 545 [html] Oh HEY This is backdated, this thread. Not sure exactly what day to set this, anytime between the 22nd and 31st December works for me!? Few posts with Caspa and Terra to start with maybe?
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- Terra - 01-03-2012 [html] OOC
Coming out of the hotel Terra stretched lazily. She got ready to trot over to the border, checking that the scent was still fresh, and maybe catch something to eat. That plan was sidetracked as she spotted an unusual pattern of sticks on a brick path to the side. Her curiosity drew her to investigate, finding Caspa's scent over it. She recognized it as an m, but wasn't too sure what Caspa was trying to tell her. She puzzled over what the m could stand for before deciding that it stood for magic, the show that they were trying to put together.
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- Terra - 01-04-2012 [html] OOC
Caspa was lying for some reason. Terra had fought with a cougar, the reason for the scar on her right shoulder. Terra didn't know what had caused the wounds though, and thought that it might be a cat of another sort. It was perfectly possible that Caspa had gotten them mixed up. After all, when fighting with a cat of any kind they seemed ferocious enough to pass as a mountain lion. That was the whole reason why Terra didn't steal from them often. It was too much trouble. When they had a fresh kill though, Terra usually gave into the temptation.
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- Terra - 01-08-2012 [html] OOC
The mirror box had been built on Terra's behest, but she hadn't shown anyone yet. Eager to reveal her idea Terra stepped up to hold it. She wasn't sure if it would work the same way as the other tricks Caspa had taught her, since it was based off a thieving trick. Still, it had seemed nice enough to her. Now all she needed was something to put inside, and she could show Caspa her first real idea of what to do with the show.
<style type="text/css"> .terraleap b {font-weight:bold; color:#fffe61; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #1a1f0a; } .terraleap p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .terraleap {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#c9c84c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/wGvcK.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1a1f0a; padding: 190px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1a1f0a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .terraleap .ooc {margin:5px 0px 10px 0px; font-style:italic; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:center; width:100%} .terraleap p b:before { content: open-quote; } .terraleap p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Skoll Haskel - 01-26-2012 [html] SSWM Word Count :: 396 A wild Skoll appeared! Skoll Haskel thought himself an awesome tracker, but none of trails in the pack were interesting enough for him to wander after. He would chase after the mostly worn-away scents of prey to find himself lost, or if the smell happened to be fresh, his growing and clumsy body inevitably scared the other animal away. Even now, despondent after a rabbit had been spooked by his loud footfalls, he lay down on his belly in the snow and huffed loudly. Though the first snowfall had given him and his siblings a ton of delight, the grownups in the pack had been preoccupied with preparations to get them through the cold weather. And so, more often than not, he found himself bored—or he found himself getting into trouble. Today, however, the pale golden puppy got to his feet and wandered back toward the hotel. Some of his comrades were guaranteed to be inside, especially since the day was rather overcast and it wasn’t much worth standing out in the cold. Closing his eyes and let the weak tendrils of sunlight comb its fingers through his wolfish coat, he sighed and quickened his pace to just get inside and distract himself. Winter was fun and different, but the beast of warmth and light craved the warm and bright months that his elders had promised would follow. On the way there, however, he paused, one white paw lifted midair. His ears pricked and his leathery black nose wriggled, and he turned around to see fresh prints on the ground as well as shapes that made the shape of a bird’s arching wings. Maybe a clue! Remembering all the stories he forced out of every adult with a voice, he decided that this was a mystery to solve! Grinning smugly to himself for his clever powers of observation, he trotted along after the smell and the sticks toward a walled-in area.
His mouth dropped open when he made his entrance, glancing at the two females. “Caspa! Terra!” he blurted, his tail already wagging prestissimo. They seemed to be in the middle of doing something, however, so with great effort he suppressed the rest of his excited yapping and resisted the urge to go running into them. Instead, he tried to keep himself low to the ground, though his green eyes were huge as he looked the pair over questioningly. Image courtesy of ilovememphis@Flickr; coding by the Mentors! <style>.skoll1 { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/2BMJL.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; background-color:#d8cc97; width:100%; max-width:600px; min-width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:320px 0px 10px 0px; color:#616d6a; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .skoll1 b {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fffbe0; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 2px;} .skoll1 p { text-indent:30px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .skoll1 p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 01-27-2012 Words: 515 [html]
This revelation was new to Caspa but she merely nodded sagely. It made sense that the pig lived to be entertained, considering the weight of importance he placed upon a good show and the numerous times he had demanded sacrifice when displeased. Thankfully, they had an unlimited member of imaginary audience members to satisfy his appetite, although Caspa had no idea what would happen when the real ones turned up and he started asking for their souls too. Well, that was a problem for the future. Terra was showing her the interior of the box, and Caspa peered inside. Yes, it really was perfect, with its mirror if you didn't look at it from just the exactly wrong angle, it was simply a box. Terra asked for something to put in it, and her unglamorous assistant glanced around thoughtfully. This was the virgin voyage of the mirror box, and surely something special should be used to christen it and bring luck to their future work with it. Just then a small and familiar voice hit her ears and she lifted her head to espy the young son of the King. He looked a little reluctant to interrupt, and quite a lot bigger than he was when she remembered discussing fairies with him by the beautiful and serene temple that Caspa had taken a huge fancy to since that time, spending most of her meditative hours there. She flashed him a conspiratorial smile, always ready to favour the boy with one of her rare expressions of pleasure, and hoping to allay his fears of barging in. His presence would be eagerly received by them both, she knew without questioning Terra. They had worked alone for long enough, and it was time to start bringing in the outside world and carefully gauging its reaction. For now, though, she just wanted to tease the boy a little and make him smile - or squirm, if she could.
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- Terra - 01-27-2012 [html] OOC here.
The voice of a young pup reached her, and Terra spun around to see Skoll. Her tail wagged briefly in greeting, though she didn't drop the mask of knowing that she held when she performed her tricks. Well, it wasn't really a mask per say, just something that slipped over her whenever she performed a bit of trickery, something designed to keep them hidden. It wasn't so much a conscious act as something she did without thinking, raised as she was to guard secrets jealously.
<style type="text/css"> .terraleap b {font-weight:bold; color:#fffe61; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #1a1f0a; } .terraleap p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .terraleap {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#c9c84c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/wGvcK.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1a1f0a; padding: 190px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1a1f0a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .terraleap .ooc {margin:5px 0px 10px 0px; font-style:italic; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:center; width:100%} .terraleap p b:before { content: open-quote; } .terraleap p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Skoll Haskel - 01-31-2012 [html] Word Count :: 403 I can sum this post up with "GASSSP!!!" His two favorite pack-mates (well, besides his family, of course) turned to look at them, and Skoll could feel a goofy grin spreading across his face, especially when Caspa smiled at him. He wiggled in place then glanced at Terra and the funny box she was holding, tilting his head once again when he noticed her strange expression despite her tail-wagging. He was about to burst with questions and greetings when the ghostly wolfdog spoke up. “Magic disappear box?!” the small prince yelped, not sure whether he should be excited or extremely concerned. Wait—they were going to put him in there? He blinked then turned as if about to flee. “I just remember I gotta go eat a frog,” he declared, hoping to excuse himself as politely as possible as Terra’s scrutinizing emerald gaze fell on him, examining his dimensions to see if he would indeed fit in the magical box. He took a breath and puffed himself up as big as possible, hoping they wouldn’t just try to cut off his tail to put that in there. But then the coywolf shook her head, and the sigh of relief caused the child to deflate, even if her words sounded ominous. Her eyes flicked toward a pig figurine, which Skoll glanced at too, but she decided on a teacup and announced that that would go inside. Terra tilted the box so that the puppy could glance inside, ears twitching as he tried to figure out what was so magical about it. But then she closed the lid, planting it on a table and circling it, muttering what had to be magic words or something. He watched, rapt, sidling against Caspa’s leg in case the box decided that it changed its mind and still wanted to swallow him up with the teacup. Skoll pricked his ears when the young woman hit the top of the box then opened it for him to see inside—the teacup was gone! He gasped loudly and scrambled backwards. “Where’d it disappear to?” he asked. “Where’d you find the magic disappear box? The temple? Were ya really gonna put me inside?” He whined at this last bit, though it was obvious he was excited over the apparent magical artifact and its item-swallowing abilities. Maybe that funny lady was right about there being spirits!
He tossed Caspa a sly look then asked Terra, “Did the fairies give you it?” Image courtesy of ilovememphis@Flickr; coding by the Mentors! <style>.skoll1 { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/2BMJL.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; background-color:#d8cc97; width:100%; max-width:600px; min-width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:320px 0px 10px 0px; color:#616d6a; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .skoll1 b {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fffbe0; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 2px;} .skoll1 p { text-indent:30px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .skoll1 p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 01-31-2012 Words: 3+ [html]
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- Terra - 01-31-2012 [html] OOC here.
Terra smiled calmly as Skoll scrambled backwards, perfectly shocked. He wasn't the only one surprised, though Caspa was as difficult to read as ever. It had taken a fair amount of time for Terra to get used to the subtle changes and be able to read them. Even while Caspa remained outwardly calm, her next tangle of words managed to reveal the mess inside. There was no way that Skoll could fit inside, and she put a fair amount of pressure on Terra to come up with something fairly spectacular now as well.
<style type="text/css"> .terraleap b {font-weight:bold; color:#fffe61; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #1a1f0a; } .terraleap p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .terraleap {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#c9c84c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/wGvcK.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1a1f0a; padding: 190px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1a1f0a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .terraleap .ooc {margin:5px 0px 10px 0px; font-style:italic; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:center; width:100%} .terraleap p b:before { content: open-quote; } .terraleap p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Skoll Haskel - 02-04-2012 [html] Word Count :: 303 The dog-woman’s warning made Skoll stare at her, gulping, and nod quickly. The two of them held power over him that not even his normal caretakers did; scolding and grounding was effective, but not so much as threatening to make a young boy disappear into another dimension. He just hoped the females didn’t loan the magic disappearing box to his parents for when he was naughty, at least before he outgrew it and was freed from its looming threat. She went on to speak of magicians and secrets, and while he was slightly disappointed, he knew better now than to complain. He couldn’t help but let out a snort when she spoke of “real” magic powers, though; he didn’t see any distinction between that and other make-believe stuff. Whatever it was that had made the teacup disappear was certainly magical, though, whether it came from rituals or fairies or something even he couldn’t imagine. Terra mentioned her powers, and when her emerald eyes flicked again to their porcine audience member. The yellowish fur rose on the nape of his neck, but he was distracted by the young coywolf reaching back into the box to rescue the teacup, setting it down before him. Immediately the golden boy scampered toward it, sniffing at it with such haste that his dark nose knocked it over. A paw clamped down it to keep it from fleeing, and he frowned when there didn’t appear to be anything weird or changed from it. The thought that he could maybe be brought back like he’d gone in took away some of the fear from the freaky wooden mechanism, though he still wasn’t fond of the thought and hoped to get bigger soon.
Then, like a good audience member, Skoll sat down and sat still, awaiting the rest of the show. Image courtesy of ilovememphis@Flickr; coding by the Mentors! <style>.skoll1 { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/2BMJL.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; background-color:#d8cc97; width:100%; max-width:600px; min-width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:320px 0px 10px 0px; color:#616d6a; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .skoll1 b {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fffbe0; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 2px;} .skoll1 p { text-indent:30px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .skoll1 p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 02-05-2012 3+ [html]
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- Terra - 02-05-2012 [html] OOC here.
The honest truth of the matter was that Terra was making it up as she went along, reaching into the bag of tricks they had stored and pulling them out in any manner she imagined. Caspa might want a calm routine for the magic show they were performing, but Terra was a master at sleight of hand, managing to keep even her partner off balance, guessing at what would happen next. She wanted Caspa to juggle the knives, a skill that greatly impressed the coyote, and obligingly Caspa did just that, though in a much more exaggerated manner than Terra would have imagined.
<style type="text/css"> .terraleap b {font-weight:bold; color:#fffe61; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #1a1f0a; } .terraleap p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .terraleap {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#c9c84c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/wGvcK.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1a1f0a; padding: 190px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1a1f0a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .terraleap .ooc {margin:5px 0px 10px 0px; font-style:italic; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:center; width:100%} .terraleap p b:before { content: open-quote; } .terraleap p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Skoll Haskel - 02-08-2012 [html] Word Count :: 318 Big meany. :c The elegant dog-woman frowned when the coywolf asked for the knives, and the golden boy looked between the two of them with one paw still pinning the teacup. Soon, however, Caspa drew the knives and hoisted them effortlessly. The blades glimmered, drawing Skoll’s eye, his jaw unhinged slightly in awe before Caspa made her unexpected challenge and swooshed away, just like a ghost. His head craned at an almost painful angle to watch her until the rest of his body pivoted, and he gasped for the umpteenth time as she threw them up—one, three, five—and caught them, spinning them deftly, metal dancing in the air. It was so pretty and dangerous and it near hypnotized the child. Caspa was perfect, only Caspa could do this, only a ghost could do this— Terra growled and stepped forward, the image shattering for only an instant before it came back together like the surface of a pool. She spoke, and his name broke him out of his trance. She plucked one of the blades from the air, and then suddenly there was a knife embedded into the ground next to him. Once the fact registered more clearly in his mind, he got to his feet hurriedly and scrambled backwards to place distance between himself and the other knives flying at him. Once the fourth knife had landed and there was a pause, his body whirled around to face the two women, his plumy tail curled uncertainly between his legs. And then there was a blur of brown, Terra going for the last knife—which disappeared just as a spurt of blood erupted from her mouth and she fell.
Skoll stared, open horror on his young face, as his friend choked on the blade. The happy astonishment and even the adrenaline from his own flight from the knives had wiped away immediately, and then the frightened child began to wail. Image courtesy of ilovememphis@Flickr; coding by the Mentors! <style>.skoll1 { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/2BMJL.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; background-color:#d8cc97; width:100%; max-width:600px; min-width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:320px 0px 10px 0px; color:#616d6a; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .skoll1 b {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fffbe0; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 2px;} .skoll1 p { text-indent:30px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .skoll1 p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 02-18-2012 5+ [html] Oh, it was just like the coy-wolf to take such advantage of her when she was in this precarious position, unable to stop what she was doing for fear of messing up their collaborative co-ordination and causing damage to one or both. She had insisted they use only wooden sticks for practice until they had the hang of it, but you never knew when something could go wrong. So she could not stop, nor even raise her voice to answer Terra's teasing words. God only knew what she was doing with the knives: Caspa could hear soft thuds as they hit the ground. Storing the notion that Terra could not fight for another day - that would have to be rectified - Caspa concentrated on keeping her expression filled with the unwitting bafflement that she would have to wear during the genuine performance, as she frowned upwards as if wondering where her knives were disappearing to. As the last one was snatched away, her body jolted, released from its bonds of deep concentration and she whirled round to confront the thief.
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- Terra - 02-18-2012 [html] OOC here.
Skoll's wail cut Terra's heart. She had forgotten that he was just a pup, caught in the challenge of the trick she was attempting. Caspa was worried as well, checking her body for signs of the knife wound. Terra would have to cough up a knife pretty soon, or end up gutted for terrifying the both of them. Coughing up a knife would be a lot more difficult than swallowing one though. Her mind whirled as she considered the possibilities. The decision reached Terra twisted, and with one last heave dropped the knife to the ground.
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Word Count - 344 :: So not talking to Terra for week. x3 The prince was not experienced with injury and death, despite the war that occurred during his early life. Friends and family alike had been injured and even killed by the conflict, of course, but the Court was a safe place, and his parents had done well in sheltering him from the hate and violence of the world. If there was a disadvantage to this, it was only that he was unwary and inexperienced with danger, and right now any sanity escaped him as he wailed his fear at the sight of his choking friend. A loud bark cut through his outcry, but Skoll continued to make pointless noise as the wispy wolfdog crouched by Terra’s side. It was only the sound of his name that roused him from his panicking state, and his wide green eyes looked to Caspa. Had he been human, they would be glittering with frightened tears, but all he could do was quiver and stare at her until she urged him to come and watch. The puppy hesitated, not sure he wanted to be near, to look at his first corpse—but once he slunk over to his older friend, pressing himself against her side to ease his trembling, Terra hacked the knife up. It fell to the grass with a speckle of blood, and the coywolf hoarsely spoke to say that it wouldn’t happen again. Her dark-gloved paw went to her throat, and Skoll stared at her with still-widened eyes before separating himself from Caspa and jumping at her. His pink tongue slipped up the side of her cheek gratefully before he aggressively launched himself at her ear, hoping to give it a bite to remember.
Skoll scolded her loudly, admitting more than he would around any adults but those two. “I’s scared! You gotta be careful, or—or—” His creative threats failed him, and with a huff he skittered over to Caspa and plopped himself on her foot-paw. He let out one last bark in the brownish hybrid’s direction. “Stupid! Even I know notta play with knives!” table by raze; image from wikipedia commons <style>.skollkhan-a05 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/9efX3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 310px 0px; font-family:garamond, serif; font-size:14px; letter-spacing:1px; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; border:1px #000 dashed; border-top:none;} .skollkhan-a05 .ooc {font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; text-align:center; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px; width:490px; letter-spacing:1px;} .skollkhan-a05 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .skollkhan-a05 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;} .skollkhan-a05 b {font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .skollkhanname {font-size:50px; font-family: 'Mate SC'; text-align:center; padding:20px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} </style> - Caspa Al-Fateh - 02-23-2012 3+ [html] She eyed Terra balefully. She would have to get to the bottom of this trick sooner or later. There could be no secrets between the conspirators: total trust was necessary for the kinds of tricks they were trying to perform. Either Terra had just regurgitated a blade - which Caspa would like to know if it was even possible - or she'd simply taken the trick a step further than intended. Caspa wasn't sure she had even begun to see the limits of the coy-wolf's wild behaviour. It was all very well normally, but in the middle of a trick like that, such spontaneity could be dangerous. As demonstrated. Or the woman was faking, which Caspa wasn't yet ruling out entirely either. table image credit to Burksy@flickr [/html]
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