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- Nathaniel King - 02-11-2012 [html] WC:000+
.AnaFK-07 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-07 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-07 b {font-family:verdana; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-07 {background-color:#abb092; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... s/rawr.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:294px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-07-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style>[/html] - Vesper - 02-16-2012 [html] Sorry for the wait! /+3 Dusk had fallen upon the Waste, and the world was exchanged from the day-lighters to the night-creatures in a smooth transition of fading oranges and encroaching greys. The transition was not without its own worshippers, however, and the amount of hunters creeping through the snow-covered wilderness would be staggering to those who actually saw them coming. Many rabbits fed in the twilight hour, and there was no question as to taking time to chase them before falling asleep. Vesper had gotten lucky again, her prize dangling from her jaws and hitting her forelegs as she trotted through the fields toward home. With the new pelt hanging over the entrance to her cavern, she could sleep undisturbed and warm in her natural den. Really, however, one home was just like another to her; while she might not sleep in a human house, she wasn’t picky when it came to snoozing in thickets or burrows or even the open ground. Life without luperci comforts had given her a tolerance. As it was, the odd silhouette of a creature sitting on a boulder distracted her from her journey home. Large ears twitched, and she padded silently toward the large rock. Male, her nose told her, and young, smelling somewhat like the Praeses Wraith she had met not many days past. She could only assume this was another member of the same litter, then, not that she remembered their names. The rust-colored male was holding something—paper—and scrawling across it with dark charcoal. Writing or drawing—neither of which Vesper had ever tried to do for herself. Writing especially went over her head; she got a headache looking at the damn letters in books, let alone trying to figure out what they meant for herself. Sighing, her breath hot on the growing-rigid bunny, she slipped up next to the boulder and dropped her kill. “Not much light to write by,” the Optio said, betraying her presence if he hadn’t already caught her obvious scent. “Whatcha doing there, kid?”
The coywolf had been nosy lately, that was certain, but after her long stay outside of the Inferni territory, she was doing her best to make connections and keep tabs on everything that was going on inside. Her wandering paws and her responsibilities would call her away again in time, but for now, the least she could do was know the names of her comrades, even if they were little more than children. <style type="text/css"> .vestarchaos b {font-weight:bold; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos t {font-style:italic; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos .ooc {color:#6d758f; padding:0px; font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align:right; padding:0px 10px;} .vestarchaos p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1ya3ow.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:10px; padding:370px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:13px; color:#5e443a; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify;}</style>[/html] - Nathaniel King - 02-20-2012 [html] WC:000+
.AnaFK-07 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-07 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-07 b {font-family:verdana; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-07 {background-color:#abb092; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... s/rawr.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:294px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-07-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style>[/html] - Vesper - 02-24-2012 [html] +3 It wasn’t until the paper dropped to the ground that Vesper realized the consequences of her interruption. Had she been in the wilderness, a whirl of fangs might have been the answer to her stealthy approach. She winced slightly as she saw the dark scrawl across the page; regardless of how little she knew about writing or drawing, it was obviously not a mark that the male had intended to make with the charcoal. She was surprised when the kid didn’t snap at her out of exasperation, his voice instead falling into a calm explanation of what he’d been doing. Either the ruining of his work wasn’t a big deal, or he was doing a great job at hiding his frustrations. Her ears cocked, she considered his words and the paper and the sky. “Mapping the constellations,” she murmured, a sense of recognition in her voice. “I’ll admit I’ve never thought of marking it down physically; always gone off my memory when I’ve traveled. I guess it makes it easier to remember and share with others, though.” A hint of tooth gleamed in the starlight as she looked at him, a faint smirk as apology for her interruption. She hadn’t done much navigation by the heavens lately, her paws getting more and more used to the land, but the skill remained dormant in her mind whenever she might need it.
The tawny coywolf stepped a bit closer, grabbing the rabbit’s foot and dragging it toward the rock he was settled on so she wouldn’t forget it on the ground. She snorted at his next words and answered in a brusque but humorous tone. “You’ve probably seen me moving around the borders like an automaton.” Her smirk came broader, more crooked. “Name’s Vesper, and I’m the Optio. Now—I don’t know who you are and can’t even say I’ve seen you before, but you smell like the Creed girl.” <style type="text/css"> .vestarchaos b {font-weight:bold; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos t {font-style:italic; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos .ooc {color:#6d758f; padding:0px; font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align:right; padding:0px 10px;} .vestarchaos p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1ya3ow.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:10px; padding:370px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:13px; color:#5e443a; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify;}</style>[/html] - Nathaniel King - 02-25-2012 [html] Vesper is a cutie. :3 Poor Nate, though XD /+000
.natstar b {font-weight:bold; color:#5d658b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px; font-size:12px;} .natstar p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .natstar {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/54Umu.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:280px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#5c5c5c; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Vesper - 02-25-2012 [html] This post is sloppy but I wanted to reply to Natenate!+3 The kid’s fixation on the heavens amused her, as his vivid eyes kept flickering upwards while they were speaking. It was obvious he was struggling to keep attention divided as was polite, but the female didn’t care and only watched him with a crooked smirk when he wasn’t looking at her. She could understand being captivated by beauty, however, and even if others might call it foolish, it was a part of them. One had to stop and smell the roses when they had the opportunity. The unpolluted firmament was definitely worthy to spend all night gazing upon, however, and she wouldn’t fault the boy for appreciating something others often overlooked. Her pale blue eyes softened slightly as he spoke about the stars, and she smirked again at his last statement, tipping her narrow muzzle up to point at one cluster of constellations. “I know how you feel,” she murmured, “especially on nights like these.” She shrugged her shoulders lightly and returned her gaze to his amber one. “I almost appreciate the mystery of the stars, though, makes them more beautiful. Knowledge is important, but if it’s not necessary, it only ruins the magic of things. Simply speculating allows everyone to come up with their theories, theories as much a part of themselves as anything else.” Her voice was uncharacteristically level and calm as she spoke; the Optio did not philosophize often, and it often surprised others when the scarred fighter paused to remark on such things. Her almost soft demeanor shifted when he submitted, however, her eyes growing alert once more and her lips quirking sideways. Smirk quickly turned to scowl as he called her “ma’am” several times, though she waited until he was done fumbling over his words to respond to them. “First of all,” Vesper said, her brow furrowing and her ears flattening against her angular skull, “don’t call me ma’am or miss or any stupid title like that. Yes, I have the bits, but that doesn’t make me some prissy lady.” She snorted at him, her expression lightening suddenly to reveal she was teasing him. “I’m Optio, but I consider myself equal to you. I’d like respect and to be listened to, but other than that, I might as well not outrank you.”
That lesson in etiquette out of the way, she absently played with the rabbit’s ears with a small paw and answered his questions. “I’ve heard creepier, kid—er, Nathaniel. I live in the caverns, myself; can’t stand to sleep in a human structure. To each their own, though…” She smirked lightly at him then rested her eyes on the dead prey. “I was actually just hunting, taking advantage of the twilight. Rabbits are surprisingly active around that time; there still might be some late-to-bed out there.” She regarded him with some curiosity, her question latent. <style type="text/css"> .vestarchaos b {font-weight:bold; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos t {font-style:italic; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos .ooc {color:#6d758f; padding:0px; font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align:right; padding:0px 10px;} .vestarchaos p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1ya3ow.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:10px; padding:370px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:13px; color:#5e443a; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify;}</style>[/html] - Nathaniel King - 02-25-2012 [html] x3 /+000
.natstar b {font-weight:bold; color:#5d658b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px; font-size:12px;} .natstar p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .natstar {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/54Umu.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:280px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#5c5c5c; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Vesper - 02-27-2012 [html] They can find the bunnies in your post, I guess; feel free to pp Vesper however much you need to. +5 Vesper had always been cocky, and as a teenager seething about the death of her mother at her father’s fangs, she’d expected that everyone look up to her as the paradigm of superiority. Being swatted and bitten and stepped on by several grouchy loners for yapping at them had quickly set her straight, however, and her morals had developed away from demanding reverence to simply expecting mutual respect. She still thought herself basically good and someone worth that respect, but she didn’t ask for what she wouldn’t give in return if someone else was the same. Lately, with the talk of slaves in the east, she had developed an almost radical view of equality. As much as she denied how worked up she was over Salsola, it showed in her response to the boy. She listened to his explanation of the mansion then nodded. After squeezing into one of the houses in the village, she’d recognized how far a little insulation went, even though she’d still refuse to sleep under a human-built roof unless she was dying of hypothermia. “The cold bothers me too,” she admitted, “but Myrika gave me a pelt to hang over the entrance to the den. It’s not very much, but it helps a little.” Her tail wagged behind her lightly as she mentioned this, and it continued with slightly larger sweeps as the boy talked about his nomadic lifestyle. “I was like that when I first joined, though winter had only just begun. I figure that now I’m Optio, I might as well have a fixed place though, somewhere clan members can come if they need me. Then again, there’s just as much of a chance that I’d be roaming outside Inferni as staying in Grimwell.” She smirked. The boy confessed that he wasn’t a good hunter, and she almost snorted at him until he mentioned his deceased father. Hybrid—a man Vesper had never met, one who’d apparently died just before she had officially requested to join the clan. It must have been hard, as from what she’d heard of the former Hydra, he likely wasn’t been the most affectionate of parents. There was no room for her to judge, though, and she only nodded at his explanation before he mentioned being hungry and asked her to lead the way. The tawny coywolf laughed. “Right to the point, aren’t you?” she teased. “Give me a moment—and shift down. Four legs are always easier to hunt on, unless you’re like Ezekiel and have a magic bow.” She dipped her head to grab the rabbit, moving quickly around the boulder Nathaniel had been sitting on, and with a few quick scrapes of her paws, managed to find a place to wedge the meat. They could come back to it when they were done, or it might just fester and attract other attention; she didn’t know. It was pointless to let it lie out in the open or head to the residences to store it, however.
“All right,” Vesper quipped, stepping back out from the boulder. She wasted no time looking at him or checking to see if he even had shifted, figuring she could bother him about it later on, and simply broke out in a fast lope toward the part of the grassland where the greatest concentration of rabbits lived. <style type="text/css"> .vestarchaos b {font-weight:bold; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos t {font-style:italic; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos .ooc {color:#6d758f; padding:0px; font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align:right; padding:0px 10px;} .vestarchaos p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1ya3ow.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:10px; padding:370px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:13px; color:#5e443a; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify;}</style>[/html] - Nathaniel King - 03-18-2012 [html] Little does he knew, he's also a coywolf! GASP!
.natstar b {font-weight:bold; color:#5d658b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px; font-size:12px;} .natstar p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .natstar {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/54Umu.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:280px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#5c5c5c; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Vesper - 03-23-2012 [html] Hopefully it's cool I wrote all this; I didn't know what else to do. xD +375 Her ears flicked at mention of shooting birds with a sling, remembering the few times she’d seen a grouse or other creature brought down from the sky with a well-aimed arrow of Ezekiel’s. It was almost like magic to the skinny luperci, as if she still lived confined to four legs and couldn’t even dream of holding such a weapon in her paws. Perhaps she was being stubborn, but she didn’t think about that either. She was proud of working in her original shape, arrogant even, but that suited her just fine. The russet coyote looked good on four legs, rather adorable even with his huge ears and his lighter and darker markings more distinct. She grinned across and up at him, not really caring for the size difference; she was used to being small. With most of the clan consisting of hybrids, it was to be expected that many would tower over her. In fact, she wasn’t sure if there was anyone smaller than her—except Zana. She trotted after him into the night-cool grass, her ears constantly twitching and adjusting for new sounds as her senses remained on alert for some of the grazing hares. Even when she caught a whiff of scent, she allowed the boy to lead and trailed closely after him. He finally found something tangible and whispered to draw her attention to it; she nodded silently and began to stalk through the grass. “Get down here,” Vesper ordered quietly. She patted the earth in a darkened area, where vegetation shadowed the already black night. She began to skulk around through the undergrowth, pausing when her streamlined body rustled a leaf, watching the hares respond with swiveling ears and erect bodies until they settled back down to eat. She prowled around in a crescent shape so the creatures were between her and Nate.
It only took a second for one individual to scent her from the way the wind was blowing. She burst out of hiding at that moment, snapping jaws sending hares darting in different directions, but one at least made a beeline for where Nathaniel was hopefully waiting. She let out a yap to alert him, running hard on her prey’s heels to chase it into his jaws. <style type="text/css"> .vestarchaos b {font-weight:bold; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos t {font-style:italic; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos .ooc {color:#6d758f; padding:0px; font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align:right; padding:0px 10px;} .vestarchaos p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1ya3ow.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:10px; padding:370px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:13px; color:#5e443a; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify;}</style>[/html] - Nathaniel King - 04-01-2012 [html] It's fine :3 end this in a few posts? I apologize again for being so slow on this. I'm just going to stick to having a few threads with him that I can actually keep up with next time ^^;
.natstar b {font-weight:bold; color:#5d658b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px; font-size:12px;} .natstar p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .natstar {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/54Umu.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:280px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#5c5c5c; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Vesper - 04-08-2012 [html] <3 Tongue lolled from slender jaws as the coyote hybrid watched the rabbits scatter from her charge. She flopped down into the grass as soon as she saw the youth lunge for one of the critters, realizing how tired she really was. While she was capable of moving for a very long time, her long patrols coupled with her earlier hunt was tuckering her out. It had been late enough for stars to come out when she’d first approached the constellation cartographer. Her dappled chest swelled with pride as the male snatched one of the animals in his jaws and stamped another, keeping it from fleeing. His muffled cry had her chuckling, and she rose onto all fours, trotting over to him. Her coal-tipped tail tickled his chin as she made a move for the trapped bunny, ending its life with a quick twist and snap of its neck.
“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten two in one go,” Vesper teased, standing back to look at him and the kills. “Well, there’s your dinner; you’ve earned it.” She remembered her own stuffed under the boulder and yawned carelessly. “Growing boys gotta eat, and I gotta go to my cave before I pass out.” She winked. <style type="text/css"> .vestarchaos b {font-weight:bold; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos t {font-style:italic; color:#6d758f; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos .ooc {color:#6d758f; padding:0px; font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align:right; padding:0px 10px;} .vestarchaos p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .vestarchaos {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1ya3ow.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:10px; padding:370px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:13px; color:#5e443a; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify;}</style>[/html] |