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- Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii - 04-20-2012 [html] OOC Laughs
Dalgina was growing more confidant, though it was a slow process. She was no longer a child afraid of the monsters in the dark, no longer turning away and freezing at the border. No, even if she wasn't at home, even if she couldn't return to Ichika, Dalgina wasn't going to hide away from everything. That didn't mean she was the same bold explorer that she had been before the move. Dalgina was still very much shy, and while she was slowly beginning to explore the lands that she was in, approaching other wolves was still far too frightening for her to do. She passed over the border quietly, knowing that she couldn't go too far. Dalgina wanted to be back before night, safe and sound in the house with her family. Staying inside might be an option, but meeting someone else was too likely. No, she was better off heading out and seeing what she wanted to away from where other members could find her. Dalgina knew that running into others out in the open was unlikely, as wolves preferred packs. It made her safer just thinking about that. There might be blood monsters, but they couldn't find her. Silently she moved over to where a small stream bubbled, laying down to watch the birds overhead. .dreamyflies b {font-weight:bold; color:#9999cc; letter-spacing:.5px} .dreamyflies p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .dreamyflies {margin:0 auto; width:600px; background-color:#f0aade; background-image:url(http://i43.tinypic.com/w1v1ac.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #ebc7d7; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#93649d; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-20-2012 [html]
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Their move to the Moonstone Lakes had taken its toll on Eirias. The Gyrfalcon was still young, and having already moved from Ichika to Hilsburn, the bird had been very confused when they'd upped and left the guest house and come out to the middle of nowhere. Saul was relieved to see the bird maybe once a day- he'd been checking back in every day but Saul hadn't seen him properly since they'd arrived. Yesterday, he'd roped Niernan into helping him start a treehouse, and after the two had retired for the day, Eirias had hopped into Saul's hut and demanded some meat. The male had been more than happy to feed the bird, who had settled on the roof. When Saul had woken that morning, he'd been greeted with a sharp call from the bird, who had apparently decided that he didn't want to stay away any longer. It had lifted his spirits somewhat, and given him something other than Lilin and her avoidance techniques. He'd decided to take the bird out into the forest and see how good he was at hunting. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii - 04-20-2012 [html] OOC Laughs
Her head rested on her paws, thinking about change. It seemed nothing wanted to stay the same. The snow was gone, winter was over, colors were coming forward. It wasn't a bad thing, but there were bad things there as well. Like the fact that they had left Ichika, and Keldava had a scar on her ear. Kiara and Neela were gone too, and that weren't good changes. She wondered if she really would like summer, when things changed again. It made her nervous to think about. A shadow fell across the ground before her, catching Dalgina's attention. A bird was sitting in a tree, just a short distance away. Immediately Dalgina moved closer to it, curious about it's presence. The scent of another wolf reached her, and the pup moved to a halt. She did want to play with the bird, but she didn't want to get too close to the wolf there. Silently she padded around, curious about what they were doing, not daring to get close. A quiet whine slipped from her before the shy pup ducked away again, working into the bush so no one would see her, hoping that she hadn't grabbed their attention. .dreamyflies b {font-weight:bold; color:#9999cc; letter-spacing:.5px} .dreamyflies p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .dreamyflies {margin:0 auto; width:600px; background-color:#f0aade; background-image:url(http://i43.tinypic.com/w1v1ac.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #ebc7d7; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#93649d; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-27-2012 [html]
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As Eirias settled on the tree branch, a soft call and a shuffle of his wings his only movement for the moment, Saul considered what he actually wanted to do with him today. Hunting would perhaps be a nice outcome, but he knew it wasn't a good idea to focus all of his attention on that aspect. Getting to know the bird again, even if they had only been a part just over a week, would be a nice place to start. Eirias needed to learn a few more words in High Speech, and Saul could do with familiarising himself with the piercing calls that Eirias used to communicate. They would never be translated into actual words, but the general gist of what Eirias was trying to say would be better than nothing. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii - 04-27-2012 [html] OOC Laughs The bird let out a loud shriek, startling Dalgina. Her ears laid back for a moment before popping back up, tail wagging softly as she looked at the white bird. That was cool! She wondered what it meant. Her friends seemed to understand what the birds were saying, but Dalgina had found herself left in the dark about it, just hoping someone would be nice enough to inform her what it might mean. The wolf turned at the call, sending Dalgina crouching closer to the ground. Had she been spotted? Nervously she peered through, hoping that she hadn't been spotted. It wasn't as easy to stay hidden with her growing body, not fitting where she used to. Her dark fur did help with blending, a gift she was beginning to recognize and appreciate. The green eyes did focus on her, the pup immediately growing more nervous. What was she supposed to do now? Did she talk with him? Was he scary? Dalgina was unsure, the boldness from when she was younger gone. Hurt her? Dalgina had never imagined the bird would hurt her. Confusion crossed her face, wondering why a bird would hurt her. They were friendly, weren't they? She inched out from her hiding place, tail low as she looked to the bird that was now named. Another male. There must have been a lot of male falcons out there. She had seen a fair number of them. Quietly she introduced herself. I'm Dalgina. .dreamyflies b {font-weight:bold; color:#9999cc; letter-spacing:.5px} .dreamyflies p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .dreamyflies {margin:0 auto; width:600px; background-color:#f0aade; background-image:url(http://i43.tinypic.com/w1v1ac.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #ebc7d7; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#93649d; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-01-2012 [html]
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The keen green eyes of the man could see the unease to which the pup held its body, tension rolling off of the shoulders and an unsure look on its face. Saul tried to tell himself it was a good thing- the pup's parents had done a good job in instilling a fear of strangers in the pup, which would certainly help minimise the risk of runs ins with those who weren't so friendly. Of course, a smaller part of him was a little hurt that someone would take such an instant wariness to him, but he allowed this smaller side to be brushed aside. He shouldn't have been getting sentimental at all. Still, he allowed his face to remain friendly and open, ears erect and tail wagging softly behind him in the pinical of a relaxed greeting. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii - 05-02-2012 [html] OOC Laughs
The young pup's attention was mainly on the bird, noting it's brilliant colors, the way that it held herself. He was lucky to have a falcon as his companion. Dalgina was getting a raptor of her own soon, but it was taking time. Eyes shot wide at the confusion in the stranger's voice. Whirling around Dalgina stared at him. What? How had he known who her Mahn was? They had never met before. Her nose crinkled with confusion as he continued. Saul? She looked him over, seeing if she did indeed remember him. Her age worked against her. The youthful pup didn't remember him at all. She still had the tree carving he had given her, but her memory of it's creation was focused on the hands working over the wood, and the calm rumbling of someone speaking. Saul was forgotten. Dalgina shook her head, wondering when they had met. No. How do you know me? Her speech was shy, slightly formal in her shyness. She had just wanted to see the bird. Dalgina was unsure how to talk with this stranger. .dreamyflies b {font-weight:bold; color:#9999cc; letter-spacing:.5px} .dreamyflies p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .dreamyflies {margin:0 auto; width:600px; background-color:#f0aade; background-image:url(http://i43.tinypic.com/w1v1ac.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #ebc7d7; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#93649d; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-04-2012 [html]
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The pup seemed captivated by Eir, who had remained in his tree-top perch since she had emerged. He supposed this was a good thing- he hadn't tried to kill her as he had done with Wilson and he seemed content to listen to what SAul said. Following his orders was a good thing and Saul sent his bird a soft clicking sound, which he had learnt from Eirias himself to mean something good. Praise in his own language made the bird puff his chest out, ruffling his feathers proudly before piercing amber eyes fixed on the pup once more. He was large enough to kill the pup if it were a surprise attack, but his intelligent mind told him that his master was conversing with it, and therefore Eir would leave it alone. The pup, having heard the words from Saul, span around, confusion lighting her face. Saul noted the confused crunch of her nose, the reluctance to speak but the curiosity raging none the less. Saul himself was a little shocked- he was sure that this was Dalgina from Ichika. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii - 05-04-2012 [html] OOC Laughs
She nodded her head, pretending wisdom at the words. Yes, Dalgina had grown much from when she used to be younger. Kiara had even said that she used to be silly enough to be tripping over her own paws when she tried to move! Such a thing was in the past now, if her paws still didn't fit her body. She would grow into them, Dalgina was sure of it. Perhaps after she shifted Dalgina would look as graceful as the adults in the pack instead of the oversized paws. Her ears pricked up at the mention of the tree carving. It was slightly worn, tooth marks covering it. She loved that carving to pieces, the first piece that she had gained. Dalgina had shown that to everyone when she'd first received it. Tail wagging Dalgina nodded her head vigorously. Asked where she was living the pup drooped down again, spirits crashing. She didn't want to think about how far she was from home. Cercatori d'Arte. We had to leave. She didn't like that. .dreamyflies b {font-weight:bold; color:#9999cc; letter-spacing:.5px} .dreamyflies p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .dreamyflies {margin:0 auto; width:600px; background-color:#f0aade; background-image:url(http://i43.tinypic.com/w1v1ac.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #ebc7d7; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#93649d; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-10-2012 [html]
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The black teen in front of him now resembled the dark bundle of fur that had been so curious about everything, not so many months ago. Physically, they were identical despite the growth spurt of course. On the other hand, she looked like she'd aged so much since those overcast days in Ichika, she was very quiet now, she held herself differently, reserved from sticking her nose in to things. He wondered what had happened to her to make her this reserved from the world around her, especially when she'd been so exuberant and playful when he'd first met her. Still, it wasn't like she was in his life and he had no right to know about her business- he'd left Ichika, including her family, behind a while ago now. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii - 05-10-2012 [html] OOC Laughs
Dalgina shook her head. She didn't like the new pack at all. It wasn't Ichika. Dalgina loved Ichika, loved the wolves there. Cercatori was new and scary. There was so much there that she didn't know, and she'd had to leave her friends behind. There was nothing good about the new pack at all. If Dalgina could, she'd get her entire family to head back. Not that she would be going anywhere without her family. Older or not, Dalgina was still very dependent on their love and presence, and didn't want to leave them behind. Her eyes drifted back over to the great white falcon, sitting up in the tree and watching the entire conversation. Seeing the bird made her feel at least a little bit better. It was a rather pretty falcon, one that she hadn't seen before. Not as nice and colorful as Grynn and Fawkes, but still very pretty. Dalgina would be getting her own bird, which she was excited for. It was going to be a long wait for the pup, eager for something yet to happen. Better than having nothing to look forwards to at least. .dreamyflies b {font-weight:bold; color:#9999cc; letter-spacing:.5px} .dreamyflies p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .dreamyflies {margin:0 auto; width:600px; background-color:#f0aade; background-image:url(http://i43.tinypic.com/w1v1ac.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #ebc7d7; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#93649d; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-15-2012 [html]
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Dalgina's non-verbal agreement caused a soft purse to Saul's lips and he remained silent. It was clear that she didn't want to talk, although he could see her fixation with Eirias. He didn't think it would be a particularly good idea to call his bird down- the bird had a taste for small animals and the female sort of remained in this bracket. Unfortunately, the Stormbringer male understood the birds restless shifting, his gaze shifting back to the small form of the pup beside Saul. It was important to push Eirias, and make him understand that the smaller of the species (and the cats that followed a few Luperci) were not food, but it was important for Saul to understand the birds limits. And he could see that the bird was reaching them. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |