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- Sirius Revlis - 03-06-2012 [html]
You don't NEED to reply in here (as this particular thread is non-mandatory), but unless Sie or I hear from you, it will be assumed that your character is present, as per usual <3 >> Word Count: 3+
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Salvia yanked her hand away as Luna reached for and snapped at her. The surprising display of aggression brought a chuckle from behind her, and she glanced over at her father. He was closer to Horse’s stall, who was behaving in an equally foul manner. “They’re gonna drop soon,” he explained, something that Salvia could see well enough. The three mares, who had all had their neighbors moved this afternoon for fear of one or the other getting hurt, had been restless for days. It was the aggression that had begun this morning, when docile little Luna had given Itachi’s horse a savage bite on his neck. Luckily it had not been serious, but her behavior had surprised Salvia, who had gone to her father for advice. Larkspur had explained that when Horse had foaled the dark colt that he had to separate her from the other animals, and the only sign that came after the aggression was the dropping of teats. None of the mares had done so yet, though he suggested that Salvia would need to rest at the barn to keep an eye on the animals. While she would have favored her own bed, the girl understood. She’d need to find TK and have her hunt for her during this time—ensuring the foals came to be without complication was a priority over herself. They were finishing up when the call came. Larkspur drew to attention as he always did, dark ears rising and body stiffening. The signs of his aging were becoming apparent to Salvia, who could see further splashes of white, further aches in the way he favored one leg over the other. The bear’s scars on his right haunch had damaged his muscles deeply, something even a behemoth could not ignore. She worried for him, but it was not her place to question her father. She joined him quickly, and the pair made for the ruins. Aside from Sirius and Eris, they were the first to arrive. This pleased Salvia greatly, and she took time to approach both her mother and the Boss and give the formal greeting. She lingered near Sirius briefly and mentioned the coming foals, and then took her place next to her father. The scent of horse clung to her savagely these days, but she was proud of it now—she had worked hard to rise to her father’s role. #sal-tiger { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sal-tiger p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #sal-tiger p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #sal-tiger .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #sal-tiger .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #sal-tiger b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #sal-tiger u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #sal-tiger b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Odessa D'Angelo - 03-07-2012 [html]
(000)ooc Odessa kept herself tightly latched to Imhotep's arm, nervous at facing the masses for the first time officially as a mate pair. While she knew it was likely no one cared as much as they'd put on in the face of their leaders, the nerves were bound to arise. Odessa was still also pretty shaken up about touching Immy after the incident last time concious physicality arose. Pumpkin eyes peeped out from an over grown fringe, gazing over the crowds. Her grip tightened comfortingly, as she led Imhotep to the place where she sat. She didn't know if that was fine with the others, after all there was a difference in rank between the thick pelted Canadian medic and the sun kissed Egyptian man. But, nevertheless, she sat down along side him and glanced up the table to Sirius and her Aunt, nodding her head respectfully towards him and glancing towards her new mate to instruct him to do the same. She'd been diligent in caring for herself before the supper. The white of her cheeks and stomach were pristine. And her hair was brushed for most of the afternoon. The medic gardener had made the most of her large selection of herbs and used them to scent her fur. #odessaFLWR { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/53wqS.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#C9BACE; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color:#453A48; padding-bottom:257px; font-size:14px; width:500px; border:1px solid #F0E3F4; outline:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; line-height:20px; } #odessaFLWR p { text-indent:50px; padding:0 15px; margin:10px 0; } #odessaFLWR .quote p { text-indent:0; padding-top:50px; font-family: 'Shadows Into Light Two', cursive; font-size:18px; line-height:24px; } #odessaFLWR p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #odessaFLWR .txtooc { font-size:12px; font-style:italic; } #odessaFLWR .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #odessaFLWR b { letter-spacing:.5px; color:#1F1123; } #odessaFLWR u { text-decoration: underline; } #odessaFLWR b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #odessaFLWR b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #odessaFLWR b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; color:#512F5D; } </style>[/html] - Imhotep Aabt - 03-07-2012 [html] Word Count :: 304 ooo awkward Imhotep Imhotep walked next to Odessa. She lead the way and he just followed. He was now her husband and her guardian. He would keep her safe from anything that would threaten her. Looking down at her slightly he smiled here he showed her the utmost respect and would do anything to show that to her. They moved to a seating spot and Imhotep found himself looking at Eris once again she was just another rock that would he hoped make sure he was not breaking customs. Bowing the her and the male leader he had yet to meet. Imhotep made sure Odessa was seated before him moved to the opposite side of the table. He had done his duty making sure she was comfy before he seated himself across from her. He felt as though e was not where he should be though. She seemed to know what she was doing but he on the other hand well. Place them alone and he had a back bone. surround him by the rest of the family and he might as well be a noodle. He looked around trying not to make eye contact with anyone but he found himself not really feeling hungry. Maybe it was the fact that he would tell the lot he wanted odessa. Eris had given them her blessing but he had yet to truely mate her. He couldn't seem to grow the back bone. Instead they'd say good night and he'd sleep on his side not touching her. Or he'd hold her and they would pass out. He was oh so brave wasn't he? Image courtesy of I don't know o.o; table by the Mentors! <style>.immy-template { background-image:url(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i235/ ... ytable.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; background-color:#d59649; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; color:#ffffff; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .immy-template b {color:#974700; } .immy-template p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .immy-template p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .immy-template .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; 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;} </style> [/html] - Siv Helsi - 03-08-2012 [html]
Her attentions had been so focused that when the news of a Last Supper came Siv had been almost frustrated. Of course, she was a woman who kept composure and took the time to not only clean herself up but dote over Draugr until she looked flawless. The girl was nearly an adult, and she would soon need to seek the approval of her leaders for such a rite. Siv was certain the girl would succeed; her peculiar, quiet daughter, was a ghost and a memory of the one that had grown in this rocky, savage land. Hair loose and cascading in a silver-black waterfall, Siv wore her ceremonial attire. Black raven feathers glistened in the firelight, and purple-dyed leather was free of any flaws or dirt. The silver links on her hips, accenting the broad nature of her curves and thin waist, glistened with the same polish as the circlet on her head and symbol around her chest. With her daughter in tow, the pair made their entrance in a grand fashion. There were few others yet; Salvia and her father, Odessa and a man who lingered by her side before taking a seat across from her. A familiar scent joined her side and Siv glanced over to Wisteria, gleaming and draped in a cloth garment likely made by her brother’s slave. The older woman looked pleased with herself, and the two settled next to each other with Wisteria closer to her daughter and Draugr beside Siv. Wisteria leaned over to her daughter and spoke in a hushed voice. “You look wonderful,” she praised, and glanced to Siv for confirmation. The younger witch-woman smiled, but said nothing. Still, this seemed to please the white she-wolf, who beamed across the table towards her brother. #siv-thor { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siv-thor p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siv-thor p.siv-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #siv-thor .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #siv-thor .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siv-thor b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siv-thor u { text-decoration: underline; } #siv-thor b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Yi TaeKyung - 03-10-2012 [html]
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She brushed back her long longs with the scent, letting it soak into the course hair along her face. She used only a slight dabbling of it, knowing how precious it was until the first lavender would begin to bloom in the territory. For now, she was using up the last of her saved oil. Though she had worn the same scent often enough, it was one she favored and she found herself not caring if anyone noted it. It was what marked her as who she was. How could Isabella protest that kind of advertising? And the King would be there, and she was sure he would react to her scent, even if it was hardly a public reaction. That was all she wanted. For this supper, she had chosen a lighter dress of some filmy material that simply hung on her curves rather than hide them. The necklace Sirius had given her lay heavy around her neck. Absently, white fingers grazed the cold material as she walked from her home to the Supper. Her strides were easy; it was still early enough but not early enough that she would be the first one in attendance, hopefully. Her attire, strangely simple and unassuming, was more because of her mood of calm and the feelings of success in her chest. Others had already arrived, and Isabella kept her look level as she gave a slightly formal bow of the head to the Auxilary and the Boss. Her eyes lingered briefly on the Thistle King, though she shifted it from him with practiced ease. As she sat herself down, she glanced at the other members present. Odessa had been holding onto a golden male, and it was easy enough to see their relationship. Isabella gave a small smile at the woman, remembering the reading she had given her. But they would not sit near her; they outranked her. .sisters b {font-weight:normal; color:#fcfcec; text-shadow:#095700 0px 0px 2px; } .sisters .ooc {font-style:italic; padding: 15px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#508019; text-align:center; } .sisters p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;} .sisters {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#959a59; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/u7gTS.jpg) ; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #264800; padding: 260px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#4a5006; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;margin:0 auto;} .sisters .wc {color:#fcfcec; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #095700 ; text-align:center ; padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; text-transform:uppercase;text-shadow:#095700 0px 1px 1px;} </style> [/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 03-14-2012 [html] -- Though invisible to all, Itachi was currently in a transition. He did not wish to sit by this table tonight and eat with his people, but he was expected to be there. It was not a personal wish, for his desired companion was not present here. Wrapped in thoughts, he arrived to find an appropriate seat, though not before going through the formal greetings to his superiors. They were right to be displeased with him, he supposed. Gilded hues were cloaked in the black and red of his unique coat, even if the chill slowly but steadily had started to leak out of the evening ear as the young year matured into another spring.
Without words or glances to the rest of the present party, he sat down and half closed his sunset eyes. Hands gently folded in his lap. The blonde had no appetite to speak of, but he would feast together with the rest of Salsola. While others might take narcotics and alcohol, he would remain sober with water and the simplest of the dishes. Only briefly did he take the time to look over the present members.
The pack was growing, and there was one face in particular he had wondered if he would see again. But the man from the lands of sands and sun had revealed weakness to the Lykoi hybrid, and it had made him expect never to see him again. And he wasn’t even a slave. How fortunate for him. There was no desire to reveal that it was Imhotep that had been the man that had fled the borders the day when Itachi’s wolfish call had risen to catch the attention of his leaders. He had nothing he wanted to gain anyway. He only wanted to retire early to the night and return to the company of his Muse. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Tlantli Kimaris - 03-15-2012 [html]
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The flaxen coyote heard the call, and stiffened. Her room was cold, as it tended to be, and the woman was in her bed. She had not expected this call, though she knew what it meant and what waited for her. Frowning, the woman stood and peeked out of her window, standing on tiptoe to see out of it. Grunting, the woman flicked her tail in anxiety and strode back toward her bed, hovered there a moment, and abruptly turned and strode out of her door. She did not head immediately to the feast, however, but instead fetched her brother first.
Miqui frowned at her when she came toward him, and asked why she was not headed to the feast. I wanted to walk with you, the woman responded, snapping her Spanish at him quickly. She would not allow him to proceed her into the feast; it was not her wish to skulk behind him. She did wish to seat herself by him, however, and some small part of her balked at striding into the room completely alone. She would have to sit away from the space she'd occupied before, and this displeased her, but she would go nonetheless.
Turning on her heels, the woman strode back toward the ruins with her brother in tow, approaching the brightly lit place that served as their dinner hall. The woman did not hesitate, but peered at it with open dislike for a moment before composing her face. She bore an expression of forced indifference as she entered and walked -- slowly, but not so slowly she seemed hesitant -- toward the place near the end of the table, Miqui just behind her. The red-eyed coyote bore a smile on his face, greeting various canines with small nods here and there.
Tlantli slid into her seat and Miqui sat beside her, peering up toward the high place where Sirius and Eris sat, though of course, he kept his gaze away from their faces and therefore their eyes. Tlantli peered down at her own lap, sparing not a glance at anyone around her until she was sure she could meet their gazes. When she finally looked up, she saw herself seated just across from Isabella. Tlantli offered the woman a small smile, delighted to have selected a place where she would not feel terribly out of place.. #tlantliAlaine { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #tlantliAlaine p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #tlantliAlaine p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #tlantliAlaine .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #tlantliAlaine .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #tlantliAlaine b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #tlantliAlaine u { text-decoration: underline; } #tlantliAlaine b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #tlantliAlaine b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #tlantliAlaine b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 03-23-2012 [html]
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The dark colored woman watched the procession of her Salsolians. They filtered into the sacred place in pairs and alone, all of them seeming to glow with the energy that radiated from all of Salsola. The dark woman could see no colors in the world tonight -- she was sober as of yet, having taken nothing prior to this feast and having imbibed no liquor yet. She did not need her substances to sense such things as the Salsolian group's gathered power. Even one dead in their heart and soul could see it, she thought. The woman's eyes passed from one to another, and at one point, she became aware of a settling in the room, a slow drop in the volume of noise. When it was altogether silent, she looked at Sirius, no hint of expectancy on her face. The man spoke when he was ready, and she was not one to prompt him.
The strong and flowing speech of their Boss reached her ears, and she listened intently as he spoke, taking note of all he chose to announce to the group. The previous Last Supper had not been a good one for Eris, but this was understandable, given her state -- Basilaris had been born just the next night. His presence in her womb had been entirely unbeknownst to Eris prior to that point, and she had attributed her state to illness. Now, she was strong again, and Basilaris was growing. Everything about him was strength and beauty, and she could hardly wait to behold his adult glory.
When their leader had ceased speaking, the hybrid offered him a coy smile and inclined her head, silently thanking him for her turn to speak. Our dear Confidant Odessa has embarked on the construction of a medical clinic for us. Perhaps we'll hear an update from her on the project, she said, beaming toward her niece. For myself, I have been working on a special gift to Salsola, she said, her grin broadening. The river that makes our eastern border -- it has many creeks and streams. One of these, one well within our territory, now has a fishing weir. We'll have a plentiful and constant source of fish from now on. Should anyone wish to learn how to operate the netting and capture large amounts of fish at once, I can show you. Otherwise, the creek should be stocked with fish. The low tide traps them, and many will simply remain upstream.
When her self-inflating gloating was finished and she could natter no more about her own contribution, the woman began with the pack's jobs: We have many serving new roles within Salsola, as well. Odessa has bested us all, and earned the Mietitore job -- she is first to hold two. Siv has earned the right to call herself Signorina, and will serve us well. Salvia shall follow her father's lead and serve as our Ganadera. These were the important members of the pack, but there were still more: the slaves, while lesser, still needed their roles publicized. Salvia's attendant slave, Yi TaeKyung, serves us as the Slave of the Flame, while Odessa's slave, Novak Rubens, is now our Slave of the Thorn. The coyote thought a moment, and smiled again, nodding her head. Will anyone speak? she said, smiling. I believe Odessa has something other than the clinic to speak of. Or perhaps Imhotep would give us his voice, wonderfully-spiced as it is? The woman's chartreuse eyes glittered as she looked at one and then the other. #erisKiri2 { font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #erisKiri2 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #erisKiri2 p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #erisKiri2 p.sieImage + p:first-letter { font-size:65px; display:block; float:left; margin:5px; } #erisKiri2 p.sieImage + p { text-indent:0; } #erisKiri2 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #erisKiri2 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #erisKiri2 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; } #erisKiri2 u { text-decoration: underline; } #erisKiri2 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisKiri2 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisKiri2 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Imhotep Aabt - 03-25-2012 [html] Word Count :: 304 ooo awkward Imhotep Imhotep had never been one to actually speak infront of so many but he loved Odessa. She should not have to speak everything for him. After all he was a man who could speak for himself most days. wallowing his nerves as Eris spoke of him. She was right after all she said he should speak of this at the meeting. Imhotep looked at Odessa and smiled. He loved her so much she was rather special to him. I can speak he said looking at her. then around the table. I have asked for Eris's blessing to take Odessa as my mate. He had to stop himself and take a breath his arabic laced tone hindered him as he picked up speed. Taking a calming breath he smiled. And Odessa has honored me greatly by saying yes. his words slow to get them right as he turned to look at Odessa again. I love you he said smiling. Imhotep fell silent looking about the crowd. he had to admit he was still nervous that others of the pack would not be pleased with this. he feared his head may not be where it is now. 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She smiled to her mother as the snow pelted woman complimented her, replying gently, 'Thanks you' before turning to listen to Sirius' words. Her thin lips curled upwards as news of her promotion came, as well as Imhotep own. She glanced over to him, with a proud smile on her mouth. Of course she knew it was no real feat of his own that got him promoted. Merely that he became mated to her, Odessa being a higher ranking member. But she assured herself that he'd prove himself in no time at all. Eris began to speak, and Odessa listened intently, knowing that as Sirius hadn't mention the clinic nor the co-ranks, that Eris may speak of them. Odessa stood when prompted, glancing up and down the table before she spoke. 'Yes, the clinic. Thanks to all your help, the clinic is coming along swiftly. Particular thanks to Salvia, Tlantli and Miqui for collecting supplies, and Imhotep for assisting with the actual construction...' She sat down again, glancing up the table again to gauge everyone's reactions. Odessa continued to grin gently as news of her double co-rank was announced, and, unsurprisingly, the news of Novak's slave job. The Serb himself was absent from the meal, busy tending to Odessa's pets. The grey child's grin faulted when her aunt's glittering gaze was directed towards the mated pair she was apart of. Odessa glanced over to Immy, as almost sighed when he himself stood. Her eyes stayed on Imhotep, unable to move to anyone else, least of all her mother or cousin. 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