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- Temeraire Stormbringer - 07-24-2012 [html]
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His life had certainly taken a complete turn on its head in the last couple of days. After his father had returned from Casa di Cavalieri, mare and foals in tow, Temeraire had been surprised (and really rather excited) that Saul had given him Maia's foal to raise and train. He'd named her Helexia, but he found himself shortening the name once or twice to Hex, which seemed to fit the spirited filly. He'd been out to the stables a few times in the last two days to see his horse and to get acquainted with this new territory. It seemed his shifting had caused him to grow up a bit. He found that he no longer giggled- it had deepened into a manly chuckle that was strange but new. This was, of course, not the biggest change in his life. #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] - Amaury de Jong - 07-24-2012 [html] ooc here Amaury was hardly a morning person. He was hardly any type of person for waking, but managing to pull himself off of his makeshift bed and up onto his feet was an action done with few grumbles. 'C'mon Luuky...' the African said, nudging his brother harshly and grabbing a rucksack. 'Imma head out an' get us some graze. An' you ent boarded out so get off ya ass ya cake an' do summink useful, ja?' Luuk rose with a grumble and a yawn. 'No drukkie or anythin'?'[/b] Amaury shook his head an scoffed, 'Klap, more like...'. The older brother nodded and shared a chuckle before collapsing back onto his bed. A slurred insult from the pointed male, [i]'Poesgesig... Go back ta speakin' goat...' was met by a harsh, 'Naafi...' before Amaury left. Yes. Although Amaury wasn't a morning person, Luuk was not one for waking full stop. And Amaury found it easier to piss him off in the morning that at any other time. It wasn't until the piebald male was a good few miles away from his part of the fort that he realised he had left his joints. For a moment he was annoyed, but that soon past with the mere pleasure of walking. Blue eyes the dark from of a younger lad and the African's think tone called out to him, 'Ya wanna watch out there, ou. Doez bricks ent too strong an' all' he wiggled a nearby brick to demonstrate. .mx2am b {font-weight:bold; color:#01b8fe;} .mx2am p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .mx2am {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... oggwap.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 170px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Temeraire Stormbringer - 07-24-2012 [html]
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Leaping from one brick to the other, Temeraire quickly forgot his reason for being out here and all the changes that had taken him by surprise the last couple of days. He wished, not for the first time since leaving the borders, that Eli was here to play around with him. Teme was aware that Eli was a little stunted, but when he'd shared his joy at having finally been able to shift, his friend had been overjoyed. It wasn't Teme's fault he was much bigger than the russet dog and Eli didn't hold this against him. He knew that his friend was very close to becoming a year old and had been considered an adult for a while now, despite the fact that he'd still spent all of his time in Temeraire's company. #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] - Amaury de Jong - 07-25-2012 [html] short and icky~! Amaury chuckled, seeing no reason for the younger, only by a mere handful of months, male's embarrassment. Shaking his head, he held a paw out to the kid and spoke, 'Nah, dun sweat it... Fallin' over ent nuffin really'. He ran a hand through his lazy shag of dark brown fur. 'Ya ent boarded out jus' yet, ja?' he commented, then asked, 'An' ya dint hurt yaself did ya? Dun wanna send ya back to ya folks all klapped up an' all'. He was rambling again, but then again, the boy was talkative by default, even around strangers. A breeze flickered through the trees and made the leaves flutter like mad. 'Dis place? Dis a fort, kid. Hoomans had armies and the trained 'em up here'. Well, that's what Amaury knew from reading the documents that he could find, and that weren't too badly damaged and just from looking around. He'd been camping here for a good few weeks so he thought himself quite the expert on the fort. Far from it in actuality. .mx2am b {font-weight:bold; color:#01b8fe;} .mx2am p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .mx2am {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... oggwap.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 170px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Temeraire Stormbringer - 07-26-2012 [html]
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Blue eyes were curious as he took in the males appearance- the piebald blonde markings, the dark shaggy hair, the scrawny nature of the male in front of him. Temeraire knew nothing about hunger, he'd always been fed well and whenever he pleased, but the ribs sticking out from the male struck a chord with the young Stormbringer. He started at the males thick accent, logical brain trying to substitute words that he didn't quite understand into something that would make sense to him. He gave a soft chuckle when the male excused his fall and Temeraire felt himself nod in agreement. #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] |