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- Eydiss Villieldr - 05-19-2012 [html] Sorry for sucking. ;-; / 322 words Her heart fluttered. Eydiss now stood on the brink of a figurative cliff. The night closed in around her, shrouding the black wolf like a comforting blanket. It was warm, indicative of the coming summer months, and yet still she trembled. She'd made her decision weeks ago, and yet she'd hesitated to act. The Dawnrunners were growing impatient, however, and the Stormbringer bastard knew she could put it off no longer. Eydiss had no idea if the zealots had impressed the same urgency on her siblings, but there was no longer any time to meet up with them. Her brothers and sister would catch up eventually, of this she was certain. And if they didn't, well, then the task at hand ultimately fell to her alone. .edyli b {font-weight:bold; color:#a2512e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .edyli p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .edyli {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#270505; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6tzY7.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 260px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#854442; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .edyli p b:before { content: open-quote; } .edyli p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-19-2012 [html]
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Nearly six hours before, the Clan had become a proper pack and Saul was proud to have been named leader. Or co-leader perhaps, as Lilin stood strong by his side. His mind threw him images of them together properly, the way he wanted to be. It was complicated though and he had no idea how to proceed. Lying in his rounded house, green eyes staring up at the rounded ceiling, he couldn't quite keep his thoughts from turning over and over in his mind. They wouldn't quiet and he couldn't sleep. He knew that there was someone awake at least- it was perhaps ingrained into their lupine nature to have at least one of the pack awake. He didn't know who it was, although he thought he'd heard Bran exiting his house not long ago. Living with the Clan for the weeks that they had, he had learnt fairly quickly the sound of the pawsteps of each member and he concluded that it was likely to be the caramel man. #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] - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-19-2012 [html] (321) PPing Miskunn this time. Jassy can do the rest. XD It could have been a dream. She had only been vaguely aware of the woeful call, veering dangerously between too distant and too close. Settling down as an official pack was still surreal to her, in a way. Their group had expanded and a delicate hierarchy had washed over them but to Lilin, it felt no different than the short time she’d spent in Hilsburn or the Moonstone Lakes. She was still surrounded by friends and family; functions would eventually be distributed sooner than later, and a comfortable routine would fall into place. Border duty was already a reality, she’d spent most of her day mingling and establishing clear limitations with the girls. But never would she have expected someone to stumble upon their newly established haven mere hours after their claim. Lilin was still attempting to blink away the sleep clouding her vision, struggling to overcome the sheer darkness of her dwelling when sterling globes materialized out of oblivion. The silhouette looming over her was not Saul’s, this she knew. A gasp rose in her throat as the Godja’s hushed plea reverberated in the dark, forcefully rousing Lilin from the semi-conscious state holding her captive. “I know her,” was offered as a hurried explanation before the Virding could even open her maw and question anything. Jordheim was rapidly left behind and the two femmes made their way to the closest border, eventually emerging from the woods behind Saul. Her beau had visibly already greeted the stranger before their arrival. There was little for her to do except find her rightful place by his side and hopefully make sense of the situation. Mediterranean orbs could not pry away from the pained expression in the woman’s eyes. Miskunn, on the other hand, moved ahead and dropped to her knees before her brother’s illegitimate child. “Eydiss,” rang out in the dead of night as the eldest Stormbringer cradled her niece in her arms. “Are you alright?” #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Eydiss Villieldr - 05-20-2012 [html] *loveloves the both of you* / 556 words It seemed that Eydiss wouldn't have to wait long for her plea to be answered, for better or for worse. The moon had barely drifted in its endless nightly path before a four-legged form materialized in the distance, headed directly for her. She was upwind of the pack wolf, but the form's bulk hinted at its gender before the stranger paused before the outsider. Eydiss bowed her head, splaying her ears in submission to the pack member. As the grey wolf's voice broke the night, Eydiss' suspicions were confirmed. The greeter was male, with enchanting and kind green eyes. His posture was dominant, yet open enough and friendly rather than confrontational. She felt a pang of hope that this seemingly welcoming male would not prove to be of Stormbringer blood. .edyli b {font-weight:bold; color:#a2512e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .edyli p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .edyli {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#270505; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6tzY7.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 260px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#854442; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .edyli p b:before { content: open-quote; } .edyli p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-20-2012 [html]
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He could practically feel the nervous tension in the female and he remained in a friendly but dominant posture. He knew it was a good thing, for her to be nervous, but the more compassionate side of him didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. She appeared to recover, although as she spoke her tone remained perhaps nervous and timid. She apologised for intruding, although she sat a respectful distance from their freshly marked borderlines and this was more than acceptable. Afterall, it was half the reason for establishing these boundaries, to provide a clear place for outsiders to request an audience. He wanted to inform her as such but as she introduced herself and almost revealed what she was hear for, the sound of approaching steps caused his ears to swivel back and he caught the distinct voice of Miskunn calling the female's name. #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] - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-20-2012 [html] (248) Derp. Not much Lilin can do. XD The press of Saul's body against hers was accepted gracefully, and she allowed a faint smirk to tug at the corners of her lips before he pulled away. He had assumed the verbal interrogation that assuredly accompanied leadership; there was very little need for her to echo his inquiries. Their Godja, proactive as she was, had already taken it upon herself to defend this new relative of theirs. It was no secret Lilin had grown fond of Miskunn and her steadfast dedication to their family. Sterling and Mediterranean blue interlocked briefly- a superfluous imploration. Convincing Lilin at this point was unnecessary; regardless of Eydiss' skills, useful or not, they would not turn her away. Family, no matter how distant, was a blessing to Vinátta. She however understood Saul's need to maintain a level of formality. He was being prudent as always, with their best interest at heart. With the recent news of an impending threat from the Dawnrunners, they could not be too careful. Miskunn had already taken care of the introductions; addressing the Virdings by their first name. And so, Lilin did the only thing she could possibly do; she stood silent and listened intently. It was still unclear why Eydiss had distanced herself from Wraith and Solbjorg, but there would be ample time to discuss it later on. That is, if Miskunn's niece felt comfortable enough to share. The Soulstorm heir understood one's need for privacy and she would not pry without reason. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Eydiss Villieldr - 05-23-2012 [html] Sorry for the wait lovelies! / 312 words Eydiss was simultaneously grateful and regretful for her aunt's help with the introductions. Grateful because it smoothed the meeting immensely, regretful because of what the bastard girl was tasked with upon her entry into Vinátta. For the moment, the black wolf tried to push that to the back of her mind, walling it away and trying to convince herself she was becoming a part of this pack, this family, for real. Her nerves eased at the gentle look in the eyes of Vinátta's greeters, and she nodded softly to her aunt that she could speak for herself at this point. Miskunn smiled gently down at her, awaiting her answer with the patience of a knowing mother. .edyli b {font-weight:bold; color:#a2512e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .edyli p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .edyli {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#270505; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6tzY7.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 260px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#854442; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .edyli p b:before { content: open-quote; } .edyli p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-24-2012 [html]
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The small smirk that pursed Lilin's lips was not missed and Saul could not help his own small, private smile. Her proximity was something the male appreciated and he wasn't shy on showing her this gratitude. He also couldn't help the soft flick of his tail towards her before his attention was once against claimed by the pair of dark Stormbringers in front of him. Eydiss seemed grateful for Miskunn's words and it was nice to see that they were supportive of one another. Her words were met with cupped ears and Saul allowed a lazily smile to wash over his lips. He wasn't even sure how many Stormbringers had been through Nova Scotia and he once again looked at Miskunn with a smile. She was an incredible source of information and he found himself wanting to pick her brains more and more. #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] - Vinátta - 05-24-2012 [html]
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