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- Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-06-2012 [html]
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The young Stormbringer couldn't help his wandering now. He'd gotten away with it a good few times now without consequences and in his young mind, that meant he was going to be doing this a whole lot more often. It wasn't like he was getting bored of his home- he still managed to find joy in exploring the grounds, Elias at his side. But there was something about the unknown outside the borders, the lack of rules that meant he was free. He knew his father didn't quite approve, but there seemed to be an unspoken barrier set up between the pair since Temeraire's flight from home. It wasn't a problem, but Tem living on his own was certainly wedging something between the two Stormbringer males. Perhaps it was because he was no longer under his fathers constant watch, but their relationship was changing, perhaps morphing into something different entirely. #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] - Niernan Stormbringer - 08-07-2012 [html] 1,402 words! :O I kinda went all out on this one. Teme's in for one hell of a shock. 10+4 Niernan had decided to bring Bran on his patrol today, relishing the time that he an his brother had alone, giving both of them time to finally catch up. When they had been wandering in the wild and forced to spend each and every day together, they had been at each others throats. But now that they lived in a pack and their lives were taking different paths they hardly saw each other. Nier was often patrolling, helping with building, training Darcy or spending time with Grace. While Bran was usually patrolling at different times, pursuing his carpentry or partaking in little projects all around Vinattas lands. It was only when both men led alone in their beds that they ever realised it had been such a long time that they had seen each other, or even spoken more than a greeting to each other. The last time they had spent much time together had been Eclipse's feast. Bran was far too manly to ever admit that he missed his brother, but Niernan had taken care of that, calling on the caramel furred man the day before and revealing how he felt and how he desired time with his brother. It was a reassurance to Niernan that his brother felt the same when Bran had practically leaped at the chance to spend time with him. .nscross b {font-weight:bold; color:#2a5c9b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a3b9d1; } .nscross p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .nscross {margin:0 auto; width:490px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 266e17.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2a5c9b; padding: 440px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .nscross p b:before { content: open-quote; } .nscross p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-08-2012 [html]
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Walking along in a bubble of his own mind was something Temeraire never succumbed to, very unlike his father. Knowing Saul how Tem did, he knew that his father often became oblivious to the world around him, internalising completely until he was startled from his thoughts unexpectedly. The boy had always thought this a little reckless- it wouldn't do anyone any good to shut off and not have a clue what was going on around oneself. Instead, his blue eyes were clear and eager, taking everything in that was of even remotely interesting to him. He couldn't help exploring everything either, black nose twitching constantly to take in all the smells he possibly could. He hoped that his absence wouldn't be noticed, but reasoned he was only a half hour away from home if anything was noticed, he'd be within hearing distance of a summoning howl at least. #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] - Niernan Stormbringer - 08-08-2012 [html] Words: 386. Urgh, this post is SHITE! Sorry chicky. 3 pts It wasn't long before his nephews white tipped tail came into view, he narrowed his cerulean eyes and darted out of sight. The wind had changed as soon as he had spotted Teme and he was sure the boy had caught his repugnant scent on the breeze. He found himself hanging out in the doorway of an old human building, the sign above the door reading 'Barber'. He had no idea what a barber was, but the building was convenient for him to hide in, the large window out front filmed with dirt gave him a cloudy view of the younger Stormbringers movements. He crushed himself against the wall, glad for his dark colouring, ensuring that he blended in with shadows. .nscross b {font-weight:bold; color:#2a5c9b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a3b9d1; } .nscross p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .nscross {margin:0 auto; width:490px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 266e17.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2a5c9b; padding: 440px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .nscross p b:before { content: open-quote; } .nscross p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-09-2012 [html]
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Black paws were excited and restless as he moved forward and into a more open space. He had no words for the objects he could see and for a brief moment wished he'd brought someone along even if it was Elias. He had no clue what his rusty friend knew about humans, but perhaps they could have made a game out of guessing what these things did. Instead, he was on his own as he tried his hardest to take everything in. Despite his many wanderings outside of Vinátta, he'd never really been confronted with this amount of foreign items before and in truth it was a little overwhelming. Picking up a heavy rounded object, he was surprised to see a straight bit coming off it and a coil of some sort. Confused, he placed it back on the pile it had been on, pupils still wide with excitement. #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] - Niernan Stormbringer - 08-11-2012 [html] Ugh. *headdesk* words: 272 Niernan flew through the air easily, it was a strange feeling, soaring towards someone blood related to him. he had thrown himself at family members before, mainly Bran, but that was always in play, this time he was actually flinging himself at family with intent. These thoughts took only milliseconds to process, because within a moment he was crashing into the black furred boy, his arms wrapping around the others body, claws grasping but not puncturing, teeth scraping but not drawing blood. The two of them crashed to the filthy warehouse floor, Niernans heavy body on top of Teme's slightly smaller frame. .nscross b {font-weight:bold; color:#2a5c9b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a3b9d1; } .nscross p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .nscross {margin:0 auto; width:490px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 266e17.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2a5c9b; padding: 440px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .nscross p b:before { content: open-quote; } .nscross p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-15-2012 [html]
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Despite his frozen, prone form there was tension in the males body, the automatic and instinctive raising of his hackles and the tensing of muscles that would aid him in some kind of fight or flight reaction. It was just a shame neither reaction had kicked in and he was firmly stuck in the ambiguous 'fright' stage of what was once a straightforward response. The collision of another body with his own seemed to force a response from his however. No matter how terrified he was, his survival instinct was stronger. Trying to gauge why no blood had been spilt despite the obvious claws and teeth against his skin as they hit the floor was pushed to the back of his mind. The threatening growl that came from his attacker caused an answering snarl from his own lips, despite the teeth pressed to the back of his neck. #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] - Niernan Stormbringer - 08-17-2012 [html] 194 words. Again, *headdesk* Nier was about to grasp the boys by the arms and flip him over, his hand-paws already moving, when the boys footpaws swept his legs aside, sending him off balance. He could feel himself sliding away from the boys body, realising that he would relinquish control of the situation if he let it go any farther. He set his footpaws on the floor, digging his blunt claws into the stone and dust, trying to find purchase as he reached over the body of his nephew. His large hand-paw aiming for the nape of Teme's neck, he saw his mistake as he made it; he left a moment when he didn't have a hold on the boy at all. He had left himself wide open and a flicker of fear passed through him as he realised it. He hadn't missed Tem's growls and snarls, the noises had shown that the boy had instincts and now Nier had given him the opportunity to use them. .nscross b {font-weight:bold; color:#2a5c9b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a3b9d1; } .nscross p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .nscross {margin:0 auto; width:490px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 266e17.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2a5c9b; padding: 440px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .nscross p b:before { content: open-quote; } .nscross p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] OOC ending. Niernan gets thrown off by Temeraire and they face each other. Tem is astounded by his uncles unprovoked attack and he asks him why. Niernan explains why Tem needs to be prepared for anything and that wandering around outside the borders without the protection of the pack or a knowledge of how to protect himself is stupid. He praises Tem on his natural fight instincts, even if the boy did initially freeze. They walk back to VN together where they separate because Niernan has to go and bathe to rid himself of stinky rabbit. |