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- Jimson Morris - 09-03-2012 [html]
<style> #jimson td { background-image:url(http://hensleyitis.files.wordpress.com/ ... plantr.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; } #jimson p:last-child { margin:0 135px 0px 0 }</style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 09-03-2012 [html] (423) I'm not a leader, but as far as I know that's all you need. Anyway, welcome! His mother’s condition was worsening, and Cour des Miracles had yet to find the man responsible for the assault. That fact burned in the growing boy more than anything other than a growing sense of distress. The youngest litter of the King and self-proclaimed queen would be turning a year old in only a couple of weeks; would his mother even be alive for their birthday? It was thoughts like this that brought the young wolfdog to his knees, hunkering on the ground and fighting back grief when it wasn’t yet time to grieve. Yet was the strongest word he knew. Until then, the main way for Skoll to fight these emotions was to patrol so much that he couldn’t do anything else. The Captain stomped in the neutral territories around the pack and traveled along the border and kept his ears and eyes open for danger. He made use of the endurance that came from all his breeds—wolf and dog—and worked even as his namesake chased the sun below the horizon. It was moments like these that the Haskel desired to trade off with Hati, but he didn’t know how his darker brother was coping. Maybe he was working the horses as hard as Skoll was working himself, or maybe he was spending every instant with their mother as he could. For once, Skoll couldn’t begrudge him his actions. There was no time left for petty fights anymore, not when the world was like this. Usually, the boy’s patrols did not pay off, and he would go home without seeing or smelling anything. Tonight, as the last sliver of the sun winked from the sky, he caught a whiff of scent that did not belong and that was close to the borders. His hackles rising, he set off in that direction, loping along on four paws. Suspicion was the normally optimistic teenager’s first instinct, but he swallowed any overt aggression as he came to the edge of the territory and spotted him—a mass of fluff, visible in the encroaching darkness by the stark whiteness of his thick pelt.
“You there,” Skoll called, and was pleased by the authoritative sound of his voice. “You’re close to the borders of Cour des Miracles.” His mouth remained open, but the next question slipped his mind (something about asking him what he was doing here? His purpose? It all sounded so formal), and so he shut his jaw and stood there trying to be as strong and important as a yearling could be. .skoFace {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px auto; width:95%;} .skoFace p {text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0;} .skoFace p.image {text-align:center; float:right; margin:3px; text-indent:0; font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .skoFace .txtooc {text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal;} .skoFace .word {font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:1.5px;} .skoFace b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } .skoFace u { text-decoration: underline; } </style> [/html] - Jimson Morris - 09-03-2012 [html]
<style> #jimson td { background-image:url(http://hensleyitis.files.wordpress.com/ ... plantr.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; } #jimson p:last-child { margin:0 135px 0px 0 }</style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 09-04-2012 [html] (308) ^^
Hati had once excused his lack of ambition, opting for a slow and steady pace, because he wanted to be ready for the duties of a higher rank before he reached it. The words came back to Skoll now as he stared at the stranger with all the posture of a prince and none of the sense of direction. It was true that he’d advanced quickly, being a dominant and active personality in the pack, but he was still young and didn’t have the experience to know how to operate like the adults of the pack did. He didn’t let any of that slip through too obviously, though, as he stared at the little setup of the fluffy dog. The sleeping roll and the items strewn about didn’t seem like the tools of a serial killer, and he frowned as he guessed this loner probably only wanted a place to stop and rest, as bad a place as he’d chosen. He let his hackles lay flat, even if his tail remained proudly curled over his back. The white dog withdrew a hand from his staff—which Skoll was embarrassed to not have really noticed until now, as long as it was—and quickly explained his intentions. His accented voice was quirky and pleasant to the hybrid’s ears, but he fought off a smile in response to the other’s silly one. Slightly uncomfortable, he twitched his ears and glanced at the bedroll again. “Well, normally I wouldn’t care too much, but—there are dangerous luperci around these parts.” He didn’t speak of the attacks, which instinct told him would be too much weakness to reveal to a stranger, however jovial, but made his point clear enough. He scowled, curious but cautious. “Have you traveled very far, then, sir? I mean—you don’t really sound like you were born here.” .skoFace {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px auto; width:95%;} .skoFace p {text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0;} .skoFace p.image {text-align:center; float:right; margin:3px; text-indent:0; font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .skoFace .txtooc {text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal;} .skoFace .word {font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:1.5px;} .skoFace b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } .skoFace u { text-decoration: underline; } </style> [/html] - Jimson Morris - 09-04-2012 [html]
<style> #jimson td { background-image:url(http://hensleyitis.files.wordpress.com/ ... plantr.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; } #jimson p:last-child { margin:0 135px 0px 0 }</style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 09-04-2012 [html] (--) I apologize for the shortness of this one; let me know if you need more sustenance to reply to. I just wanted to get a quick post up for ya. :3
The dog brushed off his warning, and Skoll had to bite back the urge to yell at him—one of the pack’s great hunters had been mutilated, and even the best warriors ever still scarred. He instead followed the other’s movement to the staff again. “You can fight?” he asked, sizing the other up in a new way. He looked big and fluffy, but his hugeness reminded the boy of Adelle, a young giant and a warrior in her own right. Considering the dangers lingering in the south now, Cour des Miracles could use all the fighters and protectors it could get—but this thought was folly, and he ended it before he could ask childish questions.
“That’s a long time,” the wolfdog remarked (not adding, of course, that that was half his life). His eyes lit with curiosity. “Why’d you leave?”
Finally, the dog introduced himself as Jimson, and despite himself the boy smirked a bit at his remark about handshakes. He shifted his paws in the grass then replied, “My name is Skoll Haskel.” .skoFace {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px auto; width:95%;} .skoFace p {text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0;} .skoFace p.image {text-align:center; float:right; margin:3px; text-indent:0; font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .skoFace .txtooc {text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal;} .skoFace .word {font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:1.5px;} .skoFace b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } .skoFace u { text-decoration: underline; } </style> [/html] - Jimson Morris - 09-04-2012 [html]
<style> #jimson td { background-image:url(http://hensleyitis.files.wordpress.com/ ... plantr.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; } #jimson p:last-child { margin:0 135px 0px 0 }</style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 09-04-2012 [html] (--) It's all good; I've always intended Skoll to be a bit of an open book -- especially when he's trying not to be. x3
Skoll nodded with what he hoped to look like detached interest as the dog expanded on his fighting ability. His size advantage was obvious, and the concept was one that Skoll used to his own benefit although he wasn’t nearly as large as this monstrosity of a dog. He’d make a good wall, at any rate, and that he fought with a staff was—“Cool, I mean, interesting.” He gave his head a shake. “My half-sister uses staffs to fight but I’ve never actually seen anyone use them. I prefer using my own teeth and claws, personally.” He grinned, one of the few overt signs of friendliness he’d displayed so far, but the topic of discussion was one that brightened his mood. He craved to be a warrior, both for the protection of his vulnerable family and, less importantly but still a factor for the yearling prince, the esteem that went with it.
He wondered if he’d crossed the line asking about the stranger’s old home, though, and he shuffled his paws awkwardly as the other answered. The creamy-furred boy didn’t know what a tornado was, maybe a big animal or the name of a faction of aggressive luperci, but he did know that it had to be hard to lose an entire home.
“I’m sorry that happened to you, Jimson,” Skoll said after nodding in acknowledgment of the other’s last statement. “Is that why you traveled here? Looking for a new home?” .skoFace {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px auto; width:95%;} .skoFace p {text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0;} .skoFace p.image {text-align:center; float:right; margin:3px; text-indent:0; font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .skoFace .txtooc {text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal;} .skoFace .word {font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:1.5px;} .skoFace b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } .skoFace u { text-decoration: underline; } </style> [/html] - Jimson Morris - 09-04-2012 [html]
<style> #jimson td { background-image:url(http://hensleyitis.files.wordpress.com/ ... plantr.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; } #jimson p:last-child { margin:0 135px 0px 0 }</style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 09-04-2012 [html] (346) Skoll was almost as happy to talk fighting as he was to actually spar; his sharp mind was tuned not only to straight action, but to information such as that in storybooks. He still worked best when he just did, but he drank up everything he could in hopes that it might suit him someday. The tips about staff fighting brought a thoughtful cast to his yet-youthful features, and he nodded with understanding; there was more to it than just whopping someone with a huge stick. “So it—extends your reach?” the boy asked, trying to think of the right phrase. Besides their sharp edge, that was one explanation for swords; it was another thing between you and the opponent. That wasn’t quite his style, but it was good to know if he ever faced someone like that. So enraptured by the image of the furry brute battling with his “tree trunk” that he almost accepted the other’s offer right away. As it was, he hesitated just briefly before nodding. “Yeah, maybe.” Even if Jimson went off again, he might be able to find him and learn from him, same as he had Anatole and Adelle and others who weren’t part of the Kingdom. Jimson dismissed his sentiments, using the trite phrase about leaving such things in the past, and mentioned that he’d look into a home if the opportunity presented itself. The words out in the open, it was a critical moment for Skoll, who scowled contemplatively before rolling his shoulders.
“It isn’t up to me, but maybe Cour des Miracles could be that home?” Skoll frowned harder as he realized that was too much to really hope for; why was he so eager to bring even more canines into the pack, anyway, considering how his last recruitment turned out? “I mean—well—at least you shouldn’t stay out here tonight, with the danger and everything, even if you’re big and you can bash people in the head with your stick. If, uh, if you want. I can call a leader if that’s the case.” .skoFace {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px auto; width:95%;} .skoFace p {text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0;} .skoFace p.image {text-align:center; float:right; margin:3px; text-indent:0; font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .skoFace .txtooc {text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal;} .skoFace .word {font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:1.5px;} .skoFace b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } .skoFace u { text-decoration: underline; } </style> [/html] - Jimson Morris - 09-04-2012 [html]
<style> #jimson td { background-image:url(http://hensleyitis.files.wordpress.com/ ... plantr.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; } #jimson p:last-child { margin:0 135px 0px 0 }</style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 09-05-2012 [html] (--) lol yeah xD and you can edit "leader needed" into your thread title now; one of them should be along shortly I'd guess. ^^ Skoll continued to nod and look thoughtful as Jimson described the uses of the staff, as well as its weaknesses in closer combat. That was where the golden-furred boy excelled: fighting tooth and nail as close to the other luperci as possible, getting past that staff so it was no longer a threat to him. He wondered if Jimson could show him how to defend against his very own specialty, or if that was giving away too many secrets. His ginger ears snapped back awkwardly at the great dog’s chuckle, but his words teased a smile out of the teenager. Jimson would stay the night, at least, and maybe longer if he really liked the Court—but again, that was far from up to him, and he didn’t even know if the leaders would accept a stranger for just a night. He was normally optimistic, and he viewed his pack as kind, but if anyone was as rattled by the attacks as he was, the welcoming might be more than a little suspicious.
“I need to call a leader, so they can decide whether to let you in,” Skoll said, gesturing with a paw for the other to wait. He pivoted slightly then tilted his head up, the pale fur of his throat bunching as he howled—a howl that spoke clearly of his mixed heritage, soulful like a wolf but not quite as cultured. .skoFace {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px auto; width:95%;} .skoFace p {text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0;} .skoFace p.image {text-align:center; float:right; margin:3px; text-indent:0; font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .skoFace .txtooc {text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal;} .skoFace .word {font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:1.5px;} .skoFace b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } .skoFace u { text-decoration: underline; } </style> [/html] - Vigilante Haskel - 09-05-2012 [html] here, have mister depressed face![/html] - Jimson Morris - 09-05-2012 [html]
<style> #jimson td { background-image:url(http://hensleyitis.files.wordpress.com/ ... plantr.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; } #jimson p:last-child { margin:0 135px 0px 0 }</style>[/html] - Skoll Haskel - 09-05-2012 [html] (352) :3 Truthfully, Skoll had expected the new Constable to respond to his call rather than the King himself. Part of that was because it would be Silvano’s job to impress the rest of the pack after the trainwreck of the meeting (and he’d been working hard as a new leader anyway), but part of the reason was evident before him in the King’s grizzled, tired features and bland green eyes. Out of all of them, it seemed, the attack on Ayita had affected her mate the most. It went to show just how much Vigilante loved her, and Skoll was reminded of her deteriorating condition even as his father approached. The boy would not allow himself to look too melancholy in front of the prospective joiner, however. He wept openly among his family—he had no need to hide how he was feeling around those who loved him—but he needed to be strong for the rest of the pack where his father, perhaps, could not be. Skoll acknowledged his father with a little bow of his head, and he was pleased to see that Jimson showed some deference, too. He cleared his throat and gestured to the giant with his nose. “This is Jimson; he came from the south and he needs—he needs a place to stay, whether for a night or for a long time.” He was aware that they hadn’t worked the terms out among themselves, but he would be blunt with both of the dogs: he might stay, he might go, and no one knew right now.
“Jimson says he can fight, though, with that staff of his. Maybe that can help him earn his stay.” He looked a question at the loner, wondering if he’d be fine with that; they weren’t going to let him stay for more than a few days in if he did nothing, of course. Jimson had offered to teach him a bit about the staff, though, so he was optimistic that there’d be some use once he joined. He cleared his throat again and fell silent, glancing curiously at the older Haskel. .skoFace {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px auto; width:95%;} .skoFace p {text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0;} .skoFace p.image {text-align:center; float:right; margin:3px; text-indent:0; font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .skoFace .txtooc {text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal;} .skoFace .word {font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:1.5px;} .skoFace b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } .skoFace u { text-decoration: underline; } </style> [/html] - Cour des Miracles - 09-09-2012 Sorry for the wait! We're accepting you now but if you'd like to continue this thread, feel free. -Gen [html]
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