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- Palindrome de Sadira - 04-09-2009 [html] http://img127.imageshack.us/img127/3613/palindromes.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> WC: 332
- Tokyo Chance - 04-10-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 04-11-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... fenban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Are they shifted? I’ll play it as if Cwmfen were in their optime form. ^=^;; 500+ Cwmfen carried walked silently, carrying the Raven Spear loosely within her hands. She was deep in thought, dwelling upon the events of the past several weeks. It had not been a good several weeks for the warrior, and she did not think that it would be getting any better, either. And she wondered at her gods, and especially her goddess, and she wondered why it had been written this way—Fate, that is. Why was if Fated that the life paths of Corvus and herself should cross again? For several moments (and for the past days) the warrior had struggled with that concept and that idea, but still she could not know. It was the same as the Fate of Bane and Cwmfen: they’re paths had crossed many times, but for what purpose, even she could not yet know. Only her guesses could be permitted, and they were not likely the true intentions of the Gods. At least for now the woad marked fae was safe within these boarders, for the crow-wolf had not yet crossed or approached the boarders of Dahlia de Mai. But she knew that it would not yet be long before something would happen, and so she must act before then. The woman was snapped from her thoughts as the soft breeze brought to her the scent of one unfamiliar. The warrior’s ears flicked irritably as she paused, scenting that scent and assessing its proximity. And it seemed to the warrior as if this scent had come from somewhere near, from somewhere within the boarders of the pack. And immediately the black fae recalled the Russian boy Nikolai, who had also wandered within the pack boarders. That boy would ever stand within the warrior’s mind as the prime example of idiocy. The warrior had little tolerance for disrespect, and to cross the boarders was to disrespect the pack and thus ever individual that resided within those boarders. So the warrior changed her course, redirecting herself to confront whoever it was that may have been wandering too far within a territory that should not have been. The Raven crawed noisily as the warrior beneath him traveled as silently as the shadows about her. The Spear’s point was lifted in the air, its blade hungry as it moved. Its song sang quietly and remotely, humming through the warrior’s fingers and through the warrior’s soul. And that trained weapon found the wanderer, and the warrior, the white eyes fierce, barred the other’s path with that Raven blade as her swift traveling came to an abrupt halt. "What are you doing beyond the boarders?" The alto melody sang quietly and, though holding that tranquility of enlightened warriors, bit the air with its ferocity. The warrior could be a timid creature, and she could be kind. But she had little tolerance for such things. Briefly the white orbs flickered over the held carcass before returning to the other’s eyes, the blade brushing against the junction of the neck and shoulders in warning. - Tokyo Chance - 04-14-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 04-16-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... fenban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I’m going to go ahead and reply, just to keep this thread moving, since it is a joining thread; but Palindrome can come in again any time, ^=^ 500+ As the warrior held her there, the smell of fear hit her like a wall. But it wasn’t the sort of fear that accompanied cowards, necessarily, the female decided. It was the sort of fear of one that may simply be facing death. Cwmfen was not a cruel creature, but she was a warrior—Head Warrior—and charged with the protection of the pack. Svara and herself had already been attacked, and with Corvus’ appearance, there was no doubt in her mind that there would be more to come. And perhaps this female was simply ignorant of pack laws, but the laws of the boarder were binding and as basic as it got in a wolf’s instinctual library. Already the black fae had had to deal with the ignorance of wolves. Nikolai, the Russian boy, immediately came to her mind, as he usually did. But Leroy, Svara’s lover, had done the same thing. The warrior had not attacked them, but her tolerance of such things was growing low, and perhaps this female today would be the first to experience what the laws of the pack would move the warrior to do. But the blue eyed female seemed to realize her mistake, and her posture immediately changed. At least this female had the wisdom to respond in such a way; the two males who had committed the same crime had shown no acknowledgement of their wrongdoing. And perhaps because of this, Cwmfen withdrew her weapon, accepting the submissive behavior with her own raised tail. But her posture was almost relaxed as her tail moved slightly behind her, carving a graceful, sinuous path in the air. The white orbs shifted from the eyes of the other to the outstretched hands which claimed to hold the gift. The warrior considered it for a moment, as if curious. The rabbit was freshly killed, the scent of the blood still warm in the air. But there was another scent on it. The black fae could not recognize it, but she thought that there was a scent that held Dahlia’s unique mark. But then that scent was gone, taken by the wind and covered by the rabbit. Satisfied, the warrior reached out, taking the gift silently in her hand. For a moment, she had wanted to take it with her mouth, but she would not have been able to talk while holding the carcass in such a way. "Thank you. I accept your gift and appeasement," the alto melody sang formally. Then, she took the time to actually look at this female. (For a warrior, it was easy to see only an enemy.) The girl wore a dress, a thing that Cwmfen could not do, and she wondered what the material felt like. But the curious female refrained from reaching out; perhaps, if they became better acquainted, she would be able to do so. If not, there would be no real loss. The eyes were perhaps the most remarkable with their bright clarity and a blue like a precious stone. "As for a home, Dahlia is still welcoming those who wish to join, should they prove themselves. However, your quest does not excuse you from trespassing beyond the boarders; we do not look kindly on such transgressions." There was an obvious warning held within that soft, amiable melody. "I am Cwmfen nic Graine, Adonis and Head Warrior of Dahlia de Mai." Her introduction required the introduction of the other. [html]
- Palindrome de Sadira - 04-16-2009 [html] http://i42.tinypic.com/30hquxt.png); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; width: 500px; background-color: #020117;"> Palindrome was shocked as he noticed a female prance up and take his well deserved rabbit. How dare she! How dare she! It angered the little puppy that people thought he could be pushed around like this. He frowned, his face obviously fuming with anger and fury. He was on the verge of hating this woman, just by one glance, for still his rabbit. It didn't make matters any better when another femme showed up, this time smelling of his new pack and high rank. Especially when the hated female gave Cwnfen, the higher ranking wolf, the rabbit. Palindrome gaped, his little mouth forming an 'o'. Fuming with anger, he ssat up and ran toward the female.
- Tokyo Chance - 04-22-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 04-22-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... banner.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 700+ The whole scene, quite quiet despite the silent warning and submission that had taken place, was shifted with the entrance of the little pup. The warrior was quite taken aback, never expecting that she should encounter one of Dahlia’s pups in this way. Briefly she wondered to whom the little boy belonged, but when the began to yell and attack the trespassing loner, she learned only that the youth was charging the female opposite to her with theft. The white orbs looked up sharply, her smooth tranquility ruffled only by that movement. She had remembered smelling the boy’s scent upon the rabbit, and what the boy said now seemed to make those pieces fall together. A growl was ready within the black fae’s throat as she shot a look at the turquoise eyes that clearly demanded an explanation. And the warrior, who was first a wolf, held a fierce and adamant gaze. And as she was reading the reaction of the female, her gaze was averted by the sudden mention of Cercelee and Slay. Understanding now who this pup must be, the warrior nodded to herself. She knelt as the other woman spoke, reaching out to grab the pup about his waist. The warrior had never touched a pup before, and she admitted that they were soft and pleasant in her hands and heavier than they looked. But she knew, too, of their tantrums. Although she had just witnessed such behavior, she was ready to believe that the tantrum had been provoked with a reason. She moved the pup gently to stand next to her as she relinquished the carcass to the boy, the white orbs observing the young, green eyes carefully to ascertain the nature of his claim. But she knew neither of the wolves and was not familiar with their habits. She did not know whether this Dahlian pup was accustom to causing trouble in such ways. She had not seen any sort of mendacious gleam within the pup’s eye, but she found none in the other either. Whatever the case, the pup’s troubles at least could be assuaged by her relinquishing of the food. That would have to be enough for now. "I do not know either well enough to pass judgment on this matter," the alto melody stated with a quiet resolve, "But I will allow your word to be considered; know simply that this pup is under the direct care of the Rosea. Regardless of age and status, he deserves as much respect as I command." The warning that was given to this lone female was quite clear, and the threat behind it was formidable, backed by both the weapon in her hand and the martial experience in her being. "The pup has been given the rabbit; as a member of Dahlia de Mai, he has my first priority." The other female’s story had been believable as well, and her reasoning could not deduce which tale had been true. The warrior, however, was also a creature of instinct, and instinct now gave her a warning tug. And then the conversation turned to business. "Tokyo Chance," the alto melody greeted, "being born within these lands does not allow you to return once a pack has been disbanded and another born in its place." The woad bound female did not hold such information valuable in the request to join, though she did find it interesting on a personal level. Yet, as a warrior the female was easily able to separate the two spheres of mind, just as she could differentiate friend from enemy even if they would prove to be the same individual. "In Dahlia, just as in every pack, you prove yourself through loyalty. This means that you must also carry your weight within the pack, carrying out duties that are required of you. By joining, you pledge your loyalty to the pack and to the leadership that runs the pack. You pledge your loyalty to every member, giving respect to all—even to pups." The white orbs looked down at the young one—Pali, he had said his name was (though she was sure it was short for some other name). Her gaze was softened, knowing that this pup would grow to one day help to lead either Dahlia or the world. It was the promise within all pups. Returning her gaze to Tokyo, she said, "Are you still interested in joining?" |