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- Aoi Itou - 03-28-2012 [html] open to anyone! Thinking it could be a rank thread, someone help her feed the animals or repair a fence or something, or it could just as easily turn into a meet and greet or something. I don't mind x3 / 867 Since gaining the Anzu rank, Aoi was hot on getting on task. Today she counted as her first free day where she could work in her rank, and work in it she would. The Itou girl stretched and hopped out of the den, her bare feet pit-pattering against the cold stone. For once, she had left her clothes behind. She didn’t need to hide anymore. Every day, the femme was growing stronger, and more wise. She’d forgotten most of her worries, and despite still being shy, she wasn’t nearly as jumpy as she was before. Now her true personality was starting to come out, that of a reckless tomboy who cared not for femininity.
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The ebony female had been making her way along parts of the border, gathering whatever seeds she could of safe to touch, examine, or eat, plants. She found much enjoyment with the plants, studying them, doodling them with little notes in her journal. She carried that now while the seeds lie in her belt pouch. She had fixed something up a few days ago. It was no craftmens doing, and looked rather poor to be frank, but it worked for now. She tottered into the barn and took in the scent of beast. All kinds of animals lived in this barn and she just couldn't help but smile. Plants and animals, her two save havens. It didn't take her long to wander over to Stall 7, where Aldieb was curiously watching something in the stall beside her. The she-wolf hadn't taken much notice at first, to caught up in telling Aldieb about the plants she found and lost in her own world. When she realized the black splashed mare was not listening, she too, got curious. Her eyes drifted over to the stall beside her to see a agouti female coddling a young colt. She smiled and patted Aldieb's neck. The mare had a thing for young ones, always worrying about them and wanting to be their mother it seemed. She figured someday she would let the painted mare have one of her own, but wasn't sure when, or with whom. "You have a young'n there, don't you? What's his name?" Anon called softly to the she-wolf bellow. She couldn't tell if she recognized the female, but was sure it was possible she had seen her somewhere. Moving away again, but within hearing distance, she grabbed a brush and began her daily grooming on the mare. She realized that the shepherds could do it for her if they pleased, but she enjoyed spending the time she had in the barn, with her mare especially. The two had formed a bond that was not something she could say for any canine. I set fire to the rain. And I threw us into the flames. Where it felt something die. Image courtesy of Zach Dischner <style>.GR2_Anon p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .GR2_Anon b {font-family:verdana; color:#d5d9df; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .GR2_Anon {background-color:#3a4e79; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#020307; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img685.imageshack.us/img685/3929/atable23.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:350px 0px 5px 0px; border:5px solid #010104; 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_Anon .inner {margin:0 10px; background-image:url(http://img857.imageshack.us/img857/4346/21bn0ba.png); border-radius:10px; border:2px solid #010104; } .GR2_Anon .name {text-align:center; font-family:Stint Ultra Expanded; font-size:60px; text-shadow:#102015 1px 1px 1px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:33px; letter-spacing:-1px;} .GR2_Anon .lyrics {color:#edeff4; text-align:center; font-family:Fresca; font-size:11px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:1px; } .GR2_Anon .ooc {text-align:left; font-family:verdana; color:#000000; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #090c19; padding:5px 15px 0px 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> - Aoi Itou - 04-01-2012 [html] It's fine...we planned one before, but I forgot to get round to it! / 867 The young female continued to cuddle and dote upon the small foal that was now hers. Hers. It felt wonderful to have something of her own; although she wouldn't exactly treat Bran like she owned his soul. She would simply care for him. Of course, she already had her pet; Saigai was willing to remind her that as he gave an impatient tap of his leg from her shoulder, but the crow was more than capable of looking after himself. Not like Bran...it would be a tough situation, looking after a foal separated from his mother; and it would make her responsible indeed. Aoi grinned, watching the horse stumble to it's wobbly feet. It's knees and hock were all shaking, and like a fish out of water, he soon tumbled to the ground again. Careful! the quiet girl giggled. Perhaps he wanted something...could he be hungry? The girl bit her tongue as she searched around, but she found nothing that looked like milk. Perhaps her father had been a bit too risky, giving her such young and pitiful a creature, but then again, he was probably doing Bran a favour. At least Aoi would give the foal all her love and attention, and she'd do best she could; unlike whoever had been stupid enough to sell a foal that young. A voice startled her from the opposing stall. The girl looked up, towards stall 7, and over the edge she saw a femme she knew only from the pack meeting. Aoi didn't know her name, or in fact, very much about her at all. The young girl smiled slightly, blushing timidly under her pale face at Anon's comment. She nodded; Bran. she responded, because that was all she could pluck up the courage to say. However, soon she was standing up - and Bran followed suit - and facing the stranger. My father has just traded an elder colt for him. she found herself saying, a bit nervously at that. The foal wobbled upwards and snorted, pushing his velvety nose into her chest before plodding sleepily up to Anon. He pushed against the wall-barrier that separated the stalls and gave a loud neigh. This, unfortunately, set off the majority of the other horses in the stables too, and Aoi could hear responding neighs all around the barns. In the past this might have frightened her, but today, she simply grinned. Heh. came her quiet, nervous voice. .aoiun b {font-weight:bold; color:#b0bcd6; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #080e1a; } .aoiun p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .aoiun {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7d8390; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/gCQrr.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 395px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#444b59; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .aoiun p b:before { content: open-quote; } .aoiun p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Anon - 04-20-2012 [html] <style> @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family= ... a+Expanded); @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Fresca);</style>Anon Collins Word Count :: 372 Sorry it took me so long to respond! It has been insane for me lately..
Anon let a smirk fall upon her lips at the interaction between the small girl and her newly found friend. She knew they would grow to be good friends, much like her and Aldieb had. The she-wolf had not wanted anything to do with the horse at first, but persistance won over. The mare was something to admire and honestly to keep her busy. She continued to groom the mare's mane, although she was making it a tad difficult, trying to peer over the edge at the stall beside them. Anon could feel the frantic urge the mare had to be a mother, to care for a young one. In due time. Anon thought to herself, but for now the mare was just fine being her loyal companion. "That is a lovely name." She mused as the smaller female squeaked it out. It was indeed a fine name for a stallion, and she could see him growing into it nicely. She eyed them again, before starting a braid in Aldieb's mane. She started at the top and worked her way down, making it seem effortless for her now. She had learned at a young age how to do it, braiding her own and her mothers hair, it was a comfort thing back then, now it just looked nice. When the colt stood and neighed, causing everyone in their stalls to stir and respond, she let out a quiet laugh, watching Aldieb also rear back her head in response. The mare ended it with a stamp of her hoof in frustration of not being able to nuzzle the colt. Anon shook her head and let her eyes roll. "He has a strong voice, that of a leader. Excuse my mare, she is having fits about not being able to get to your little Bran. Her mothering instincts are strong." She smiled at the smaller girl again and tilted her head to the side. "I don't think I ever got your name? I'm Anon.." She said softly. She could tell the girl was shy and tried to be soft about how she acted and spoke. She herself could be like that, but it never seemed to shine through when she was around younger wolves. Now and then I think of when we were together.. Image courtesy of Zach Dischner <style>.GR2_Anon p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .GR2_Anon b {font-family:verdana; color:#d5d9df; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .GR2_Anon {background-color:#3a4e79; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#020307; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img685.imageshack.us/img685/3929/atable23.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:350px 0px 5px 0px; border:5px solid #010104; 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_Anon .inner {margin:0 10px; background-image:url(http://img857.imageshack.us/img857/4346/21bn0ba.png); border-radius:10px; border:2px solid #010104; } .GR2_Anon .name {text-align:center; font-family:Stint Ultra Expanded; font-size:60px; text-shadow:#102015 1px 1px 1px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:33px; letter-spacing:-1px;} .GR2_Anon .lyrics {color:#edeff4; text-align:center; font-family:Fresca; font-size:11px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:1px; } .GR2_Anon .ooc {text-align:left; font-family:verdana; color:#000000; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #090c19; padding:5px 15px 0px 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> |