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- Cassia Calidus - 08-17-2012 [html] It had only been a few days since Cassia and Oak had made their journey to Vinatta from Berwick. Of course the duo had quickly felt at home within the lands and had joined. She knew her woodsman friend would be able to convince his family and Tayui to make the journey as well for Vinatta had much to offer the group. Her explorations had been limited these past couple days having not strayed far from the area of Jordheim that Lilin had shown them. Today, however, the warrior huntress was on a mission to see the entirety of the pack's boundaries. Clad, as she most often was, in her ornately crafted pieces of leather armor and her weapons Cassia planned to walk the Vinattan borders, learning where they ran for her own knowledge. The fact that she was part of a pack was very comforting for a number of reasons though mostly it meant that she did not have to be so paranoid about potential assault from other loners, an everpresent worry that both she and Oak had shared on occasion in Berwick. Her relaxation was evident in the relaxed pace she took as she simply walked, noting what trees, boulders or other geographic features dotted the edges of Vinatta's lands. Her long, mahogany tresses hung unbound as she strolled on, her soft but strong hands occasionally folded in front of her, resting on the pommel of her sword, fidgeting with the long sleeves of her blouse, or occupying themselves in some other absentminded task. For a moment she almost thought of pulling her bow from its resting place on her back to pluck the rhythm of a song stuck in her head on its single string. The thought had raced from her mind when the memories of her training almost attacked it. Never use a weapon for something other than its intended purpose! The warnings of the old legionnaire in the land of her birth filled her mind, scolding her for such lax, foolish behavior. Even when trying to relax the Calidus girl struggled with the habits of her old regimented lifestyle. She appreciated the good habits and traits it had instilled in her, but the fact that it was sometimes so difficult for her to behave normally frustrated her. It did not occur to her that she had changed so much from the day she had first entered the 'Souls lands all those months ago, so much for the better. Had Oak been there and somehow read her thoughts (as he always seemed to do), he would have informed her of just how much she had changed for the better and how she was being too hard on herself. This realization brought a smile to the cinnamon girl's lips as she thought of what Oak likely would have said to her. She could not wait for him to return with the rest of the group from Berwick. For now, though she would just have to enjoy her walk and await his inevitable return. There were many things to occupy herself with now that she had found a new pack to call home. [/html]
- Saul Stormbringer - 08-21-2012 [html]
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There were many a time in the past week or so when Saul had glanced over at his mate and spotted the fearful, worried mix that had only started happening when he'd revealed her pregnancy. He often questioned himself about it- was Lilin happy that she was carrying his children? Did she want children at all? There was little point in asking the Soulstorm herself, she was deliciously stubborn at the best of times and there was almost no hope of getting an honest answer out of her about this turn of events. He knew, instinctively, that she would tell him what he wanted to hear, but he would always know that she wasn't being truthful. Instead, he remained silent and supportive, complimenting often as he'd begun to notice the rounding bump filling out his mates form. They were perhaps just over halfway there- he estimated from the size she was getting that their pups would be born in the middle of next month. #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] - Cassia Calidus - 08-21-2012 [html]With each step the cinnamon huntress took she began to learn the contours of her pack's border. A smile flashed briefly across her face at the welcome return of such language to her personal vocabulary. Her pack, she had a pack to call home and no matter how much she tried to move on to other subjects her mind just lingered on it. It had not been that long ago that she had joined Crimson Dreams only to have it disband shortly afterwards. For even the brief time she had been a Dreamer she had loved that pack and now as a Vinattan she loved her new homeland all the more. A hand moved to examine the new necklace she wore, though she had tucked it beneath her blouse to keep it safe. The pendant was carved to resemble the mighty Mjolnir, hammer of Thor. She knew of the Norse gods vaguely from her studies but as her father had espoused no religion she had logged the information away in her memory for later use if necessary. Cassia had long wondered about religion, having often felt the absense of something in her life that could not be filled by companionship or some other earthly thing. She believed in many things which she could not see but had never ventured to seek answers about the gods. The mahogany maned huntress would have to make a point of asking Lilin about Thor, Odin, Loki and the other gods that her Norse packmates worshipped. Cassia knew not if she was even allowed to worship the gods, for she had no ties to Norse lands or heritage as far as she knew of. She had been raised among the British isles though the town historians had taught her that their way of life was borrowed from ancient Rome. Was such a wolfess allowed to worship the gods of Norsemen? She knew of many other gods from various religions across Europe; the knowledge gleaned from old human tomes provided by her former tutors. The huntress recalled having a certain fondness for Thor as a youngster, though it escaped her memory as to why. Again, more questions were piling up in her head to ask of the Soulstorm woman at another time. The mocha-ticked girl had been so absorbed in her thoughts of the gods that she scarcely detected the approach of another individual before he called out to her and sidled up beside her. Tucking her frithr necklace back inside her blouse, beneath her breastplate, Cassia turned to look at the green eyed male with a friendly grin. "Thank you, sir, though I must confess, I'm just now learning where the borders lie, not truly patrolling them, but I am glad my exploring has proved doubly useful," she replied, her sweet voice ringing with sincerity. "My name is Cassia, by the way, Cassia Calidus. I just joined the other day with my best friend Oak," she introduced herself to the male. [/html]
- Saul Stormbringer - 08-22-2012 [html]
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For a moment, the grey male regretted coming up from behind the female. The slightest jolt of her body told him that he'd startled her and wondered what she had been thinking about. He often found that his thoughts overtook his awareness, a trait that he knew was dangerous but couldn't quite break. He'd be walking along perfectly happy in his own mind and someone would startle him, or he would suddenly surface and notice something far off. This lack of awareness was going to be the end of him some day he knew it, but for now he couldn't help but internalise himself and shut himself off from the rest of the world. In that way, he regretted coming from behind- if she'd been equally lost in her own thoughts, it might have proceeded into something violent. #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] |