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- Naniko D'Angelo - 01-31-2012 [html] <style>@import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Ruthie);</style>Naniko D'Angelo Dated to Feb 1?
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Word Count: 708+ The life of a wanderer was clearly still in his blood; the man was restless. It had never been unusual for the alabaster man to wander around Etienne in his youth; when pack-members wanted to find him, it was either a long, arduous process involving lots of loud howling and scenting, or they simply asked Lea where he'd wandered off to. Typically, she'd have an answer - He's by the river, or He's scouting the borders - do you want me to find him?. That is, if they could find Lea and not Shandom. It was so uncommon for the pair to be separated in their early days! He couldn't help but dwell on it. Whenever he was stressed, or feeling slightly unproductive, thoughts of Lea clambered to the forefront of his mind, screaming for attention and making his life significantly more complicated. It was these thoughts that sent him to the borders and slightly beyond; Shandom had been patrolling in his favored four legged form. When he decided that absolutely nothing exciting was happening in New Dawn's borders today - or so he hoped, he wouldn't want to leave them unchecked - the man skulked behind a tree and decided to shift into the strange, bipedal form he'd frequented less and less as of late. Despite having the virus for nearly three years, the sensations were still bizarre. The strangest transition was that of his forepaws into things called hands; if he could have had these hands in all forms, though, he would have been quite all right with it. They came with nifty devices called thumbs, and it made grasping things without the use of his teeth all the simpler. Shandom knew the cracks were loud in the winter air, and he grimaced a bit. He hated these moments of vulnerability, when he knew he could be attacked and do absolutely nothing about it. At least it was over quickly. For some reason, Shandom was talented at shifting forms; the transition took him only several minutes, where for others he knew it to be a lengthy process. Crouched still on all fours, the man slowly straightened to his new, impressive height - well over seven feet tall, and while not as broad as others, still blessed with lean, obvious muscles. The scarred gentleman flexed his hands and stretched out his legs, shaking an untamed mane from his eyes. He had long abandoned his eye patch, assuming it was scattered somewhere between the Court and here; he forsake it when he decided to live a 'normal' life. Breaking into a brisk jog, Shandom moved away from the borders, though he did not have to go far before he changed course. A smile broke onto his lips when he caught the scent of Naniko, the woman he met in the woods several weeks prior. She'd managed to catch him in a rather embarrassing situation and help him out of it, and then he learned she was the mother of the lovely Caprica. It was strange, meeting the dark woman's mother - the two were so opposite in coloring that he never would have guessed it had he not been directly informed. There was another, younger smell with her, and Shandom assumed it had to be one of her children, though he could be wrong. He soon came upon her, and a curious scent wafted through the air to greet him; it wasn't wolf, nor was it any tree he'd ever smelled - it appeared to be coming from the thing between her lips that was... Wait, was that thing smoking? The man let out an especially undignified yelp as he flat out ran to Naniko and the child, concern prevelant on his scarred features. What was she doing? Was this some strange form of suicide? Naniko! he barked, drawing closer and closer to her until.... He fell over a root. Of course. Shandom lay in the dirt for the briefest of moments, utterly mortified. You seem to always catch me in the most compromising of positions, the male grumbled, quickly kneeling up and dusting off his torso. But it is a pleasure to see you again, even if I do make myself to be utterly incompetent at walking. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:# 000000; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:# 000000; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:# 000000; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} 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] - Naniko D'Angelo - 02-01-2012 [html] <style>@import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Ruthie);</style>Naniko D'Angelo :B
Image courtesy of steppelandstock <style>.GR2_Nani p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .GR2_Nani b {font-family:verdana; color:#455f6f; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .GR2_Nani {background-color:#889eac; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#e1eaee; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/6674/atable1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:240px 0px 5px 0px; border:5px solid #a9bac1; margin:0 auto; border-radius:18px; -moz-border-radius:18px; -webkit-border-radius:18px; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .GR2_Nani .name {text-align:right; font-family:Ruthie; color:#e1eaee; font-size:55px; text-shadow:#667a87 1px 1px 1px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:29px;} .GR2_Nani .ooc {text-align:center; font-family:verdana; color:#667a87; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #455f6f;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> - Shandom Qi'Vaex - 02-07-2012 [html] Oh, Shandom... Word Count: 556+
Shandom would have responded to Naniko's previous statement had he not been so suddenly asked by the little boy whether or not he knew his momma. It was cute and endearing; it was rare that he encountered small, happy family moments. It seemed almost everyone had some sort of dysfunction in their family life, and while he had no real knowledge of whatever situation was in this one, he had to assume that there was at least some semblance of happiness. After all, Naniko had brought her eager son with her on this journey to what he assumed must be a fact-finding mission on the mysterious new Northern pack. I've met your Momma a few times before. Bailed me out of a tricky situation once, and now she thinks I'm ridiculous the light man laughed. It's a pleasure to meet you, Severus. He felt a little strange talking about New Dawn in this form, especially since it was so obviously out of line from what was normal here. It's called New Dawn, Shandom began. It's for wolves... wolves like me. I mentioned to you I don't spend a lot of time in this form? I still don't - and many of the wolves here don't either. We're trying to return to our roots and natural instincts, and live without human influences. He shrugged, unsure how to convey this lifestyle to someone who was clearly unaccustomed to it. The Alpha, Zalen, and the Alphess, Titania, have created a wonderful place here. It feels natural to me - I don't have to constantly be changing, as I prefer life on four legs. You caught me on two, though, he grinned, eyes twinkling good naturedly. I'm sure the Alphas would readily accept your gifts, and be honored that you thought to bring them. Shandom knew the appropriate action would be to call Zalen or Titania, and he considered perhaps doing that, but he also wanted to catch up with his friend - so maybe, if this other leader didn't mind, he'd just bring the gifts to the Alphas later. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:# 000000; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:# 000000; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:# 000000; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} 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] - Naniko D'Angelo - 02-19-2012 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> I'm so sorry for the wait. I've just dropped Child option from my major (I was both Child and Youth options) so I no longer have my 3 hour lab and all the work that goes along with that <33 More time for 'Souls! About to head to work now, though ;_; 30 hours a week sucks.
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 03-02-2012 [html] Oh, Shandom... Word Count: 704+
Perhaps it was his lack of true friendship, but Shandom had realized in the several months he'd been in this strange Western territory that he was rather socially awkward. Certainly he could make conversation rather easily and entertain a newcomer for a period of time before parting ways, but the alabaster male did not typically have anyone he could rightly call a friend. It was the sad reality of living independently for much of his life - creatures, since Etienne, had been rather transient, coming in and out before making too much of an impression. It hadn't bothered him until this very moment, when he looked upon Naniko with a sort of curious expression on his face. Would he be able to call her a friend? They were not equals in the sort of ranking way - she, an Alpha; he, a subordinate. But she was not his leader, and he was not her follower. Their initial meeting had been amicable, if embarrassing, and Shandom had found her quite attractive. Still did find her quite attractive, if he were being honest. The white woman was larger than most other females he'd come across, many of whom adopted a more delicate, petite stature. Naniko was shorter than he by quite a few inches, but he'd come to realize he was quite tall, if rather lean. He was muscular, of course, but it was the lean kind of runner's build that gave him his shocking speed. The male hadn't let himself run purely for the sake of running in what seemed like months, and his legs were itching to do so - gaining that sort of speed on these two legs was quite enjoyable, he had to admit. It was something he enjoyed about the Optime form, though he would always prefer the two four legged ones. When she spoke again, about how entertaining he was, Shandom barked an amicable laugh and wagged his tail behind him. You could say that, the Dawn wolf chuckled. I guess I'm just around to entertain you - what can I say? His smile was true and genuine, and lit his scarred face. When Shandom smiled, it made it a little easier to look past the terrible scar that blinded him on one side entirely. It was a reminder of the handsome wolf he could have been, the one that lived beneath the ruin of his face and still thought himself a lady killer. Perhaps it was now a rugged kind of good looks, but the male missed the times when he was classically handsome, an Adonis in his own pack, among his own people. He'd liked that, quite a bit. Now, he was merely a subordinate with an intimidating scar, though Shandom knew he would eventually rise through the ranks. He merely had to prove his own usefulness. She spoke of dominance, and Shandom considered it thoughtfully for a moment. I suppose that is arguable, of course, and standing above others is certainly a benefit - but I, and my packmates, prefer the natural forms of dominance and submission. He shrugged, not ashamed to speak of his pack, and hoped she knew that he meant this all with the utmost respect towards her culture. But when she asked for enterance, the white male had to pause. This was something he could not grant - outsiders were, unfortunately, not allowed within Dawn borders without the express permission of Zalen or Titania, regardless of leadership rank. Shandom searched his mind, desperate to find the appropriate words so as to not insult the lovely leader - she was not only his friend, but a woman who controlled a large group of wolves that were their close neighbor. He sighed deeply, a look of deep apology on his face as he folded his strange hands. Miss Naniko, I do apologize, but I am but a subordinate here. Unfortunately, I do not have the traction within the pack to grant you entrance - that is a privilege we reserve for our Alphas, and our Alphas alone. If you wish, I could speak with them and ascertain their permission. I'm sorry, I do not wish to be rude. His words, as usual, were overly formal. 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- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 03-20-2012 [html] Tried to avoid any PPing of her moving to the tree - if you'd rather they go somewhere else, that's fine! . Word Count: 457+
She made him smile. It was a strange feeling, an interesting one he hadn't experienced in as long as he could remember. Shan - a nickname, something he didn't typically experience. Shandom was easy enough for most, and in his childhood he'd been called Andy by the one who mattered most - though, since her, nobody else called him that and the male quite liked it that way. But Shan sounded right coming from Naniko's lips, and the white male ducked his head in acknowledgement of her words, the soft smile still very much there. I like seeing you too, Naniko, he said quietly, eyes meeting hers. The confession was small and fragile, the words falling away from him like a nervously given gift. He could not bring himself to use a nickname - they were too strange for the aristocratic male, and did not understand how exactly to formulate them - but he liked the way her name sounded on his tongue. It was filled with promise. He looked around the outskirts of New Dawn, pondering where would be a good spot for the pair to sit and talk. Winter's bite was still in the air, but Shandom was covered with a thick coat of fur and assumed his companion, the regal Angela of Anethama, would be all right as well. Perhaps we could sit beneath a tree? As you were doing before? the subordinate inquired, inclining his head towards a large one with a larger base, so the two Luperci could comfortably sit side by side. And maybe you could show me what you were doing earlier. You had something on fire - in your mouth? I've never seen anything quite like that before. The large male began to move towards the tree he previously indicated, hoping she would follow suit and come sit beside him. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:# 000000; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:# 000000; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:# 000000; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} 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] - Naniko D'Angelo - 03-26-2012 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style>
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 03-26-2012 [html] Shandom wants to try it, but he has NO IDEA what's going to happen with the smoke. He thinks it's burning her lungs xD Word Count: 550+
He listened quietly as she spoke of living in trees like this. It would be interesting to live in such a place, though Shandom had always found greatest comfort living in the caves. Perhaps it was the darkness that shrouded him - the creature was not one for light when he attempted to sleep. Plus, caves felt safer and more protected, and the Qi'Vaex man had been raised as a suspicious creature. But who could fault him? He lost his biological parents when he was young to a group of wolves who sought nothing but chaos, and his sister desperately hunted him. It was all rather ridiculous, if he thought about it. When she mentioned the fires, Shandom perked up slightly - in his journey north, he'd scented ashes and wondered what devastation could have wrought such a thing. I smelled that, when I first came from the West and then again when I came here from the Court, in the South. The fire, I mean. Not the fire itself, of course, but the destruction. It smelled...dead. The sentence sounded morbid, though that was not his intention. But the subordinate was not going to make light of it - for all he knew, she lost comrades and family in its fiery path. Shandom watched with morbid fascination as she reached into her bag and prepared a plant like substance. He assumed she would inhale it, though the thought to him was simply baffling. What compelled her to put the very thing that drove her over the Halcyon in her mouth? It seemed dangerous and on the border of ignorant, though he would not criticize until he understood. Watching her puff at it, though, was almost too much: the light man had to force his hand back down several times in a rather comedic fashion to prevent himself from snatching the thing out of her mouth and stomping it out on the ground. You speak of it so highly, Shandom remarked once he'd regained control of his runaway limbs. I just... Don't understand how you could put it... in your mouth. I mean, it's on fire. Can't you eat it or something? The man deplored sounding uneducated, and he hated not knowing what made it so great that she would go to such great extents as to burn herself from the inside out. It seemed like a horrible death, and so Shandom assumed the plant had absolutely miraculous properties. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:# 000000; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:# 000000; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:# 000000; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} 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] - Naniko D'Angelo - 03-27-2012 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style>
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 03-27-2012 [html] Shandom exhibits some of his less dignified traits.... Word Count: 409+
She launched into an explanation of the plant, and Shandom could feel his curiosity budding. By the time she extended it to him, the male was almost excited, though it was the kind of excited that came before doing something he knew he shouldn't. It was close enough to his lips that he didn't have to take it in his hands, and Shandom was grateful for that - he wasn't huge on the idea of holding fire. He extended his head rather delicately and enclosed his lips around the strange thing before inhaling. It felt fine, for a moment. Shandom wondered why he'd thought it was a big deal. He exhaled slowly, and inhaled again. Then, of course, his throat was on fire and he remembered why wolves were not supposed to smoke things. The scarred man began to cough in a rather mortifying fashion, and he looked nothing like the casual stance Naniko had adopted. This is embarrassing, he choked out, managing a wicked grin as he hacked away the vestiges of smoke. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:# 000000; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:# 000000; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:# 000000; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} 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] - Naniko D'Angelo - 03-27-2012 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style>
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 03-27-2012 [html] Shandom exhibits some of his less dignified traits.... Word Count: 500+
As he spoke, the white subord could feel his tongue growing strangely funny as the world seemed to compress around him in a strange and lovely way. Is this what Naniko spoke of? Was this the relief she got from this strange plant? Shandom supposed it was enjoyable, though the sensations were entirely new and bizarre. He wasn't positive whether or not it would be something he partook in on a regular basis, but new experiences never frightened him. Traditionalist though he may be in his fundamental beliefs, day to day excitement was never to be ignored. No, Shandom was quite all right with this new development, even if it did result in a most unpleasant, insatiable itch in the back of his throat. Naniko mentioned something to drink, and how he'd done well - but really, all he could think about was drink and sweet liquid. I have absolutely no idea what wine is, the male stated. You must think me so ignorant, but I assure you I'm not. Not in the ways that matter. It took him a minute to figure out the accidental insinuation behind the words before he burst out laughing. My goodness. I apologize, Miss Naniko... I didn't mean it that way. I meant I can hunt, and defend myself, and things like that. Anyway. Wine. I am desperately thirsty, and... I'd love a sip, if you don't mind. If she said yes, Shandom realized an unfortunate stipulation: he would have to figure out how to work liquid from the bottle, though he'd seen them before. The male almost groaned. This lifestyle... It was all very strange. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:# 000000; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:# 000000; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:# 000000; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} 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] - Naniko D'Angelo - 03-27-2012 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style>
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 03-28-2012 [html] Shandom exhibits some of his less dignified traits.... Word Count: 500+
Her words were amplified strangely, as if coming from a further distance within a cave. It took Shandom several moments to process what exactly she was saying, but his tail wagged eagerly: he assumed it was good. The white man was not close with Soran or Deuce, and he found their mateship quite odd, but they were good women. It was nice to not be the oldest wolf in the pack - he felt that it diminished his if he were an elder. Shandom did not want to be seen as fragile, and appearing young and virtile in comparison to the older women was a luxury he was excited to afford. Shandom cocked his head slightly as he watched her pour the wine onto... something? A dish? How strange. He'd seen that before, at least, and he supposed it would be best to lap out of the contraption as he would normally do from a stream. He wondered what she meant about it being not so potent - did it also affect him like the strange plant he'd inhaled? All right, then, he said simply, taking the dish from her and lapping from it as he'd thought. The substance had a strange flavor, bitter almost, though it soothed his parched throat. Interesting, Shandom commented once he'd finished, returning the thing to Naniko. It's not water, but it... Tastes good. I like it. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:# 000000; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:# 000000; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:# 000000; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} 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] - Naniko D'Angelo - 03-29-2012 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style>
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 03-30-2012 [html] Changing up the tables as I am OBSESSED with this one. xD Also, short. Sorry. D: WC- 356
When she spoke she asked about his age, mentioning subtly the scars they both carried. He subconsciously raised his hand to his face, suddenly acutely aware of the ostentatious scar that ruined his once handsome face. In Etienne, he'd been so damn good looking - in fact, he would be arrogant enough to admit that he was probably the best looking male there - and now his face was... Not exactly ruined, per se, but the first thing eyes were drawn to was often the long, jaggedly pink scar. But Shandom knew Naniko had not intended to make him self conscious, and he gave her a small smile. There's no other way to ask than what you just did, he commented. But yes, I am older. Older than you, likely - I do not know the precise date of my birth, but I'll be six at the beginning of the third moon cycle. By this, Shandom meant he would be six in March - though he did not know that. You don't look as old as I do, Nani, he grinned. But you're the first wolf I've seen around here who's not... He struggled for the words momentarily, before coming up with what seemed to be the most obvious answer. Not a child. The white wolf immediately thought of Titania, but figured it was prudent not to mention her youth. He thought for a moment, then laughed. That's not true. Soran and Deuce are both older than I. But they appear to be the exception to the rule. <style type="text/css"> .waadoc b {font-weight:bold; color:#cad3ec; text-shadow:#16120d 1px 1px 2px;} .waadoc p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:0px;} .waadoc {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#98938c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3zqrQ.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #595856; padding:250px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#3f4047; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px;} .waadoc .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .waadoc p b:before { content: open-quote; } .waadoc p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 03-30-2012 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> ^^ I realize he shifted earlier, he can shift back if you want him to XD;; Sorry! lol. but she has an urge to run around XD
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 03-30-2012 [html] Shandom's so excited xDD WC- 428
When she complimented his scars, calling them handsome, the white male could not help but let a small, sardonic smile spread across his face. You would not think that if you knew the story, he said lightly. But what scars have a good story? The wine was making him slightly chattier, and the world was still fuzzy - Shandom felt his tongue swell a bit in his mouth (though it could have just been a figment of his imagination). Regardless, he did not let the past dwell on his shoulders, and instead refocused on the woman before him. You are simply lovely to see. It was one of his cornier pick up lines, but it made him giggle: shame was beyond him. Even if you are basically a child. He winked at her and nudged her back before promptly falling in love with the idea of running around on his native four legs. Watching Naniko shift was strange - he'd never seen another creature shift forms, and she did it with practiced ease. You're better at that than I am. I haven't been shifting my whole life, Shandom stated before beginning the progress himself. The cracking of bone and shrinking of sinew changed the tall man into his four legged wolf form, and when he was finally on four paws again the male could not help but wag his tail frantically with excitement. You underestimate me, Nani, Shandom laughed as she challenged him. Running is my thing. And the male, with a sudden burst of excitement, bumped his head against hers in a friendly manner before spinning away from the New Dawn borders and letting his paws fly. <style type="text/css"> .waadoc b {font-weight:bold; color:#cad3ec; text-shadow:#16120d 1px 1px 2px;} .waadoc p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:0px;} .waadoc {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#98938c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3zqrQ.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #595856; padding:250px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#3f4047; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px;} .waadoc .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .waadoc p b:before { content: open-quote; } .waadoc p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] |