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- Tola Dara - 02-24-2012 [html]
Word Count → 691 :: Sorry for the length. >>; You can pretty much ignore the first couple of paragraphs. ^^ The sun was only just beginning to rise, but Tola had been up far longer, smoking a cigarette and watching the shadows dart between the large buildings. The new moon had been only a few days prior, and though the power was slowly returning to the land, she still felt drained. She hadn't even gone hunting in the last week, preferring to let Aleksei dig up their meals, as good as he was at it. He didn't mind, despite all the grumbling and snapping he did whenever he went out; he understood she was in no condition to chase after rabbits. There had been no meal last night, and she doubted there would be this morning; the city they were in was too large for Aleksei's slingshot, and he disliked chasing after things with his club in such a winding maze. Tola didn't rightly care; she could always dig up his weasels and eat them if she got hungry. And then she'd most likely be eaten herself, as the male disliked anyone even looking at his trade fodder. The sun pulled itself a bit more over the horizon, and Tola's ears perked a bit as she listened intently for any remaining night sounds. She'd been watching people raid the town before them all night, but there was no scent or sound to go with them; as the light touched the city, she suspected it had all been in her head. The far-off hooting of an owl was the only thing she'd listened to all night, and even that had gone now. She stood in front of the open second-story window in the mansion-like house they'd chosen to stay in, her eyes dropping to look at Chant where they'd left her at the door. Such a good horse, her Moonlight; she'd barely moved all night. That reassured her that there was no one down there; Chantrea would have run off or fought if there were. Her contemplation was interrupted as the groan of bedsprings came from behind her, and she turned her head to look as Aleksei got off it, rubbing a hand through his mane before coming up behind her. He peered out the window, looking, perhaps, for whatever she'd been watching, and then snorted and stole her cigarette, inhaling nearly half of it before he gave it back. "You shouldn't be up this early. Can't you sleep?" He sounded annoyed, but really too tired to put any more emotion in his voice. Tola shrugged delicately, and pulled the flannel tighter over her shoulders, finishing off her smoke and flicking it out of the window. Aleksei didn't even grumble at her silence; he was used to it by now. Instead he set about gathering their things, and Tola picked up what little she'd brought up with her, glancing about the room for Aljan. He was still curled up on the bed, breathing deeply. Aleksei, already headed out the door, didn't bother to wait as she went over and prodded him awake, lifting him to wrap around her shoulders. He took a moment to orient himself, and then began purring, slowly falling back to sleep. Tola shook her head, petting him gently, and then walked down the stairs after Aleksei's thumping steps, moving far more quietly as they headed out to Chantrea. By the time they'd gotten outside, the sun had risen fully, and Tola shot a glare up at the burning star before she moved over to her dear and began checking her things. Everything was there, as it should be, and after reassuring herself, she held out a hand for Aleksei's things. Chant snorted softly, but allowed Tola to sling his things over her back, giving the young woman a glare that was probably meant to tell her Chant didn't appreciate being a pack animal. Aleksei fished out a cigarette of his own, and stood smoking it as Tola made her last adjustments, glancing over at Aleksei with a question in her eyes. The male didn't seem ready to leave yet, however, so Tola continued making the horse more comfortable, brushing her hands gently down its neck. .heraldictxt-box {background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... mplate.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:106px; height:136px; float:right; margin:3px; } .heraldictxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .heraldictxt p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .heraldictxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .heraldictxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 02-29-2012 [html] [/html] - Tola Dara - 03-07-2012 [html] Word Count → 457 :: I'm really sorry about the wait on this! ^^; Tola had an itch between her shoulder blades, a sort of awareness that came and went whenever she thought she smelled something nearby. Her nose was as tired as she was, though, and so it took lifting her nose and turning her head slowly to check the area. She smelled little, only a bit of city scum, and...wolf? Except the scent was not as strong as it used to be, and seemed mixed with something else. She turned around fully, her eyes scanning restlessly until they happened upon a white...thing. Not white, she realized a moment later, but albino, as she saw by the pink nose and reddish eyes. Tola tilted her head to the side, trying to decide what it was--if it was an enemy, a wolf, or some unknown creature that might possibly be on their side. Aleksei took no notice of her until the other woman came a bit closer. He turned his head, his nose twitching at the end of his large nose, and his eyebrows furrowed as he studied the white female across from them, just as confused about what, exactly, she was made up of as Tola was. Neither of them had ever heard of, or seen, a coyote; Aleksei's interactions had been strictly limited to his family and the animals he hunted for the better part of his life. He didn't much care for wolves, now, considering his companion went berserk whenever they came across one, but the one who approached them now didn't smell like a wolf. And she was rather small for one, though perhaps that was just Alek and his...largeness. Flicking the cigarette away once it'd reached the butt, he turned to look at Tola, who hadn't moved from her head-cocked, curious position. Well, he supposed it was up to him to do something about the stranger; what, though, he wasn't sure. He lifted his nose again to take in the scent, and then had to lift a hand and scratch the back of his head. It was too early, and he was too tired to even contemplate being angry. "What exactly are you, then? Y'don't smell like a wolf. Not completely." She didn't even smell like a halfling, and that bothered him. There was something he was missing here. He didn't like when he was missing things; it made him feel stupid. Tola took a hesitant step forward at his voice, and then twitched a little, as though she would run up and check out the strange creature for herself. Aleksei's hand coming to hold the back of her neck stopped her from doing such a thing, but her eyes were bright and curious, and she seemed more interested than disgusted. .heraldictxt-2 {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 95px 0px 0px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... plate2.png); background-repeat:repeat-y; background-position: top right;} .heraldictxt-2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .heraldictxt-2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 b {letter-spacing:.05em;} </style> [/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 03-07-2012 [html] [/html] - Tola Dara - 03-07-2012 [html] Word Count → 521 :: Out of Character text The woman didn't appear to be put off by their gawking; and perhaps that was a good thing. Tola didn't much like to be gawked at, herself, and her previously shy nature had been the focus of enough gaping for a lifetime. Now she was different, so she saw no reason for people to look, though the stranger appeared, perhaps not startled, but surprised by her appearance, as well. She claimed herself to be a mutt, and Tola tilted her head, not quite understanding the concept of being more than a halfling. She had no predisposition against mutts; wolves were the scum of the earth, and halflings were evil. It was that simple. But something else to breed with? More than a halfling, more than a pure-blooded anything? It was odd. She couldn't decide if that sort of thing would be worse or better, and so she held her judgement suspended, deciding whatever interactions were made here would lay the foundations for any future meetings with...mutts. Aleksei wasn't as concerned with the stranger when it appeared Tola wouldn't go crazy on her; he settled down from his surprised, half-cautious stance, and dug another cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it with a match. At the question about their breeds, he shrugged a bit indifferently, holding his smoke between two fingers. "I'm a mutt of sorts, too. Mostly mastiff. Some cattle-dog, from my dam." He took after his mother in looks, his father in size, but he was by no means one breed or the other; his father had been a mix-breed, too, and his mother was such an odd thing where he'd come from, there was no telling what breeds she was, other than the one she'd claimed. He took a drag, and then began to speak again, jerking his thumb toward Tola as he opened his mouth. She beat him to it. "I'm a Saluki," She identified herself, still eyeing the other female curiously. She was pure dog, in fact, though she didn't know whether or not she was pure Saluki; most likely she was, since at least two generations before her had been. She didn't much care for breed status, though, other than having pups that would be effective in the community. She didn't really have to worry about even that, though, anymore, and settled more comfortably in her stance. Aleksei spent a moment looking at his companion curiously, a sort of flat look that spoke his shock and skepticism. "I'm Tola," She continued, completely ignoring Aleksei's climbing brows. "And if I can beg your pardon, I've never heard of a coyote before." She meant it as an excuse for staring, though her eyes were still fixed on the other woman. She couldn't quite bring herself to look away; it was the watching nature that had been hammered into her as a child, when a friendly word could quickly become a shower of rocks from the others. "Aleksei," The larger male introduced, and settled comfortably with his legs crossed over each other, completely defying the laws of balance as he didn't trip over himself. .heraldictxt-2 {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 95px 0px 0px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... plate2.png); background-repeat:repeat-y; background-position: top right;} .heraldictxt-2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .heraldictxt-2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 b {letter-spacing:.05em;} </style> [/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 03-07-2012 [html] [/html] - Tola Dara - 03-08-2012 [html] Word Count → 268 :: Out of Character text The other woman introduced herself, and proceeded to explain what, exactly, coyotes were. Tola tried to think back on seeing smaller, pointed wolves around. She couldn't remember it happening; but perhaps she'd simply been more sheltered than she thought. At the speculation that wolves didn't seem to like them much, Tola smirked, thinking to herself that if wolves didn't like coyotes, she could possibly count them among her compatriots. She reached up to brush her long hair back from her neck, and had to pause and scratch Aljan's head from where the cat lay sleeping on her shoulder. She took a moment to share a glance with Aleksei, somewhat questioning, but the larger male shrugged his indifference, and she gave him a tight-lipped sneer before turning back to Cassandra. By the time she had, the woman was much closer, and reaching to stroke Chantrea's nose. The mare snorted softly, and then bumped her nose into the woman's hand, her eyes placid and calm. "That is Chantrea. I call her Chant, or Moonlight." The latter nickname was most likely not obvious in its meaning, considering she was a dark horse, but Tola couldn't help but smile and move to gently pat her neck. Chantrea whickered softly, and Aleksei huffed from somewhere off to the side. He didn't truly appreciate animals unless they could be harvested in some way; horses, to him, were useless, most especially because even one as large and strong as Chantrea could hardly carry his bulk. Tola thought he was mostly jealous; all he had were his weasels, and they were more food than companions. .heraldictxt-2 {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 95px 0px 0px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... plate2.png); background-repeat:repeat-y; background-position: top right;} .heraldictxt-2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .heraldictxt-2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 b {letter-spacing:.05em;} </style> [/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 03-09-2012 [html] [/html] - Tola Dara - 03-09-2012 [html] Word Count → 471 :: Out of Character text Chant didn't seem particularly worried about the stranger, even being rather friendly and inviting, and Tola wondered what, if anything, the sable horse sensed in Cassandra. Her own hand left the shire's neck, and she settled back, folding her arms over her stomach and watching the two curiously. Aleksei glanced at them once, and then turned away, finishing off his cigarette with a swift inhalation. The butt was flicked away into the receding shadows, leaving Tola thankfully free of ashes, as she would not usually be. Cassandra deduced they must not be from the area, explaining there were wolves and coyotes abound in these parts. A grimace crossed Tola's face at the thought, and Aleksei snorted a bit, shaking his head. "She's got a bad prejudice against wolves," He said, a sort of curling distaste coating his voice. He crossed his hands behind his head, glancing disdainfully at his companion. "More an irritation than anything," He continued, and blissfully ignored Tola's harsh glare. It was irritating, being around Tola when she came across one wolf or another; he disliked meeting people enough as it was, but with Tola around, it only got worse. The Saluki didn't appreciate just what he was implying, and had to lift her head in a haughty manner. "I'm not horrible about it." She muttered. She only called them vermin, most often to their faces, and cursed their names into the ground. It was out of habit, mostly; her father had hated them for taking his livestock, attacking his herds, and generally making his life hell. It was only natural that Tola followed in his footsteps. She had no herds to look after, though, so she was a bit better than he was. The albino woman questioned where they were from, and Tola quieted, her thoughts fleeing for a moment from the too-personal question. Aleksei managed to snap her out of it with his own answer, though her eyes remained down-turned and her mouth twisted into a bitter line. " 'M from the forest," He said, examining the sky as he spoke. "Not many out there, 'cept the families around our den. Lotsa wolves out there, couple'a dogs." He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, his stance disinterested. He didn't really find talking about his home enjoyable, but when asked he usually had a bit to say. Tola brushed a hand over her muzzle, and turned her own gaze to the sky, shifting restlessly. "My home was called Oak. We weren't around many, mainly dogs within the community and a pack of wolves outside it." She said, and gave her own little shrug. There wasn't much to say about that without getting into things she'd rather leave alone. So, to move the conversation along, she asked curiously, "Where are you from? And what brings you here?" .heraldictxt-2 {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 95px 0px 0px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... plate2.png); background-repeat:repeat-y; background-position: top right;} .heraldictxt-2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .heraldictxt-2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 b {letter-spacing:.05em;} </style> [/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 03-12-2012 [html] [/html] |