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- Merit Acidic - 06-29-2009 [html] with a message that i never want to send The sun had gone down but moments ago; along the sky's edges remained the slightest hints of pink highlight. The stars that would have littered the sky were not visible, hidden behind a thick layer of cloud that broke in random places to reveal blackness and, occasionally, a handful of twinkling orbs. The moon itself could not be seen, nor its phase, but a ghostly glow behind the purple cloud made its location known. The lack of illumination allowed him to move through the cemetery in darkness, a dark ghost amongst stationary shadows. The male had little respect for the graves around him. Some might have, as they represented something, were the burial place of individuals who — in this case — had done something important, something to be remembered by the once prominent and proud human race. He, however, did not care for the headstones, nor the earth before them. The earth was disturbed carelessly beneath his paws, the more fragile of headstones — for, some of them were surprisingly sturdy, having defied the sands of time — pushed to the side or made to crumble into further disarray by his movement. Why should he care for their condition? The graves were not of anyone he would ever know — those buried were not even the same kind as he. They meant nothing to him. - Charon Amrithai - 08-07-2009 [html]
- Kansas Sadira - 08-09-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... tablep.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #D96A11 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px"> Hi guys! 300+
[/html] - Merit Acidic - 08-13-2009 [html]Thanks for joining! this is why you should run Paying no courtesy to the graves, the dark wolf continued to push or stomp them whenever one happened to be in his way, or close enough for him to do so. It was an absent activity; he was not really paying any attention to what he was doing, and just did it, for no honest purpose. For, when it came down to it, what constructive purpose did destruction have? It was contradicting, an oxymoron. But he did not care about that — and such was obvious. Another wolf caught his attention, but only because he spoke; had he not, Merit likely would have not noticed his presence, with all the noise he was making. He paused, mid-stomp, to focus his violet gaze upon the other. Then his paw came down on the crumbled rock, as intended. What do you want?he snapped, pivoting so he had a better view of the other. But it wasn't just one other male, no; another made his being known, although it was likely unintentional. He spoke a hesitant greeting after he stood next to the pale wolf. Merit's lip curled in distaste, and he did not offer any such greeting of his own. He had not wanted company, and the fact that not only one wolf, but two had crossed his path was highly irritating. - Charon Amrithai - 08-15-2009 [html] http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll42 ... est-26.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:0px;background-color:#001a36;background-position:bottom;"> thanks to jael for the table! Omg a three-way. XD Nicole, we could still have Char and Merit tussle a bit later in the thread, if you'd like, and Kansas can save Charon because Charon sucks at life and fighting? XD Some creatures were quite at home among headstones and cawing vultures; Charon was not among them. Just the drab dreariness of this land set him at unease—the big wolf was quite anxious in his present setting, though now that he had company he felt slightly better with himself. Before the coal wolf could respond, there was the presence of another—unexpected and unwitting, it seemed, since he muttered a curse that sent a shiver up Charon's spine. He had never heard the word used so liberally before. Surely such a word would have gotten him a swift tooth to the head from his father or worse, a slap from his mean, thick belt. The shiver creeping up Char's spine was no longer from the curse but the memory of what happened after one used such words, and the excitement on hearing it died in his ears. He offered the song wolf a bright smile, though it was certainly not as broad as it usually was. He was feeling rather down and skittish, and the black wolf's immediate question did not put him any more at ease. He smiled far more nervously this time. "Oh, um, hi," he said, thinking he couldn't sound more out-of-place than if he'd stuttered wildly. The big wolf cleared his throat, and introduced himself, thinking the black wolf might just be joking or maybe he'd just asked the wrong question. "I'm Charon, I was just out exploring, I guess," he responded, too polite to ignore the question even if it had been asked inadvertently. The smile did not fade from his lips, though it was tugged downward by that itching sense of anxiety that would not leave him. - Kansas Sadira - 08-16-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... tablep.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #D96A11 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px"> That sounds
[/html] - Merit Acidic - 08-22-2009 [html]Sounds good. ^^ this is why you should run There were some wolves who were kind; there where some wolves who pretended to be kind, because they could not come across such an attitude naturally; and there were some wolves who just were not. Merit was the latter; he would never force himself to be kind, just for the sake of being nice to someone. No, the only instance that the dark brute would fake kindness would be when manipulating an individual, when he knew that his usual persona would not get him what he wanted. And he could, when he wanted to do so, act kind quite successfully — it was just a matter of forcing his expression to appear more welcoming, twisting his words so they sounded warm, and not allowing the other to see what his real intentions were. Niceness, for him, was a façade, a method for using others. The paler wolf seemed to just generally be nice. It seemed as though he was giving the dark male the benefit of the doubt, which was highly unwise. The other, though — the one that had arrived last — could have been either nice, or the type who pretended to be nicer than he actually was. He glared from wolf to wolf as they spoke, pausing on the first male for a moment longer — there was something about the pale creature that irritated him, made his blood hot. They both gave their names, but he did not bother to try to remember them, nor did he even hint at wanting to give his. He took several steps forward, which would have been interpreted as some sort of acceptance of his company, but in fact had more menacing an intention. - Charon Amrithai - 08-26-2009 [html] Char was confused. The black wolf looked angry—how could someone be mad with good, friendly company? Neither he nor the other creamy wolf seemed to mean him harm, though Kansas did seem pretty bummed out about something when he'd first arrived on the scene. There was something extremely familiar about the tan-colored man, both in his scent and his appearance, though Charon could not place it. His indigo eyes wandered over the man's features before, wondering why he seemed so damn familiar. After a moment he made one connection—this wolf smelled vaguely like Amata. They were from the same pack, that was all. Naturally, there was no way for Char to realize the much closer relationship between his young friend and this newcomer, but he was satisfied enough at having figured out that they were both from the same area. "Say, are you from Crimson Dreams?" he asked, wanting to know if his assumption was correct. He had only visited for a moment, when he'd brought Amata back there and saved her from having a thorn caught in her paw. The big wolf noticed the darker-colored canine was finally coming around. Well, good. Char turned back toward him, his smile changing again as the anxiousness evaporated from him. Some wolves just greeted each other differently, that was all—maybe the sable wolf just wanted to be closer before he introduced himself, or maybe he wanted to shake paws? Something like that made sense to Char, who was completely unaccustomed to violence and aggression. If he were a more suspicious creature, he might have recognized the other's intent. - Kansas Sadira - 08-30-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... tablep.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #D96A11 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px"> The nameless man seemed intent on remaining that way. Perhaps he was just introverted, and Kansas really should not feel quite as nervous as he did right now. He knew that some shyer individuals came across as mean-spirited simply because they didn't talk much, and it was unfair to lable them as such. The sandy wolf grinned a bit more genuinely when the ebony man took a few steps forward, wishing to encourage him. He was simultaneously trying to dismiss the worry that was performing a cold, shivering tap-dance along his spine.
[/html] - Merit Acidic - 08-31-2009 [html] this is why you should run The two didn't take the hint. He didn't want them there; how hard was that to understand? Would his silence, his unpleasant looks, his lack of any sort of friendliness not get the message across? Instead of leave him be, as he wanted them to, they continued talking. And it was not even interesting things that they were speaking of; packs. He was not in a pack, and he didn't give a damn about where they were from, either. Why should he? Being in a pack just meant responsibility, stupid rules, other wolves. Unwanted company. Rather than leave — like most antisocial or moody individuals would do — Merit narrowed his eyes and took a step closer to the other wolves. He didn't want to leave; why would he? He was there first; they were the ones intruding. The more he looked at them, the more he listened to them, the more he felt his blood boil. It was obviously the first wolf's fault that he had to put up with company; had he not stopped by, the other probably would have passed by, not even noticing Merit. He blamed Charon. - Charon Amrithai - 09-01-2009 [html]
- Kansas Sadira - 09-04-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... tablep.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #D96A11 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px"> It was unfortunate for the two paler wolves that they were so good-natured; otherwise they probably wouldn't have given the nameless individual the benefit of the doubt, assuming that he was simply shy or unfriendly. But it was to their disadvantage that they were so gentle. Kansas kept his eyes on the dark canine for only a few more seconds, turning his sky colored eyes back toward Charon just before he could catch the former edging closer with anger still etched with painfully obviousness across his sable face. The Sadira was distracted from the current situation by his daughter's name. He hadn't at all expected her to come up, but it was enough to make his smile purely happy. "Oh, Amata's my daughter. So... that was you who took care of her. She described you exactly, I just didn't connect the dots... Um, thanks," he added with a swish of his tail.
[/html] - Merit Acidic - 09-09-2009 [html] this is why you should run It was not hard to believe that Merit did not like puppies. He despised them; even if reminded that he had been one once too, he would admit that he must have hated himself — or would, upon meeting the younger version of himself. There was just something about them. Actually, everything about them. He hated how they were so small, so frail, so useless. He hated how their voices sounded, the way they ran around, full of energy and youth, with no regard for others. He hated how they needed to be taken care of, and how they would eventually grow up to be individuals that he would continue to dislike. Merit did not like anyone, and liked puppies even less — which was the opposite of many wolves, who had a soft spot for children. He was more likely to accept the presence of an adult than a child. The two continued to chat back and forth, apparently distinguishing some kind of connection though the daughter of the one that came last. He crept to forward, putting less and less space between them with every move he made. Perhaps they would interpret it as an attempt to join their casual conversation, a way of seeking some attention; perhaps they would realise that it was far from such an innocent gesture. He had no reason to want to hurt either of the wolves. Not really; they had done nothing to harm him. But they had bothered him, particularly the first one — Charon — who had decided the disturb him. And, for the male, who, deep down, was cruel and sadistic and far more twisted than he appeared, disturbing him when he wanted nothing more than to be alone was more than enough reason to want to harm someone. And that was exactly what he planned one doing, as he moved closer to the pale wolf. His slow, obvious approach turned into an attack within moments. He lunged at Charon, growling angrily, his teeth snapping at the other, attempting to connect with shoulder, neck, face, limb — anything. - Charon Amrithai - 09-15-2009 [html]
- Kansas Sadira - 09-26-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... tablep.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #D96A11 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px"> so, so, so sorry for the delay, you guys.
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