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- Alaine Winters - 12-05-2009 [html] http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb17 ... emppup.png); background-color:#3e447d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: Sorry for the late reply!
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- Gabriel de le Poer - 12-08-2009 [html] http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... dencsl.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Sorry for the delay! We can have them leave the boat soon, I have an awesome plan for the end of this thread. Gabriel had not intended to leave his new friend behind, but there was something incredibly awesome about being the first to explore the ship. Imagine what his brother would think! Hah! The idea to sneak around had carried with him, and he proceeded to do so—though his large puppy feet were awkward, and he was not as practiced as his parents (who had an annoying habit of popping up and ruining all the fun). He turned a corner and entered a large room, finding it mostly empty…except for one crate forgotten in the back. Excited, the boy’s tail went high and he trotted forward. Lifting his front legs off the ground and he put them on the edge of the box. Something sparkled inside, though it was dim, and his eyes grew huge. With another push, he thrust himself into the box, landing heavily. But he had his prize! Grabbing the necklace in his mouth, the coyote stuck his head out of the box to find himself looking at his fluffy companion. His tail began wagging furiously, causing a loud echo throughout the wooden structure. [/html] - Alaine Winters - 12-21-2009 [html] http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb17 ... emppup.png); background-color:#3e447d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: LATE REPLY + FAIL.
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- Gabriel de le Poer - 12-24-2009 [html] http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... dencsl.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> No problem. :] The metal tasted horrible and funny and he wanted it out of his mouth as quickly as possible. Hooking his puppy arms over the side, the coy-wolf kicked violently against the box, and found that he could just manage to get out—though, as he did so, he landed ungracefully on his chest, sprawled amongst the dusty and dingy floorboards. This did not phase him; he was so proud of his prize that nothing else mattered, not his dignity, and not his ego. Dropping the necklace to the ground, he found himself wiggling with excitement. “I dunno! But it must be treasure! I didn’t see anything else in that thing but there’s gotta be more around here!” Of course, there had to be more. Using his paw, the boy nudged the shiny trinket towards his companion. “Do you want that?” It was not becoming of a boy to wear something so ridiculous looking, right? [/html] - Alaine Winters - 12-28-2009 [html] http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb17 ... emppup.png); background-color:#3e447d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: You know what would be interesting? If we were to have the future-thread with Alaine, Caillen and Gabriel that we were discussing, and she still has that necklace :3
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- Gabriel de le Poer - 01-15-2010 [html] http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... dencsl.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Word Count: 334. That would be really cool. Sorry for the delay, I really wanna finish this thread. And yes, that big ol' pirate is Rurik. Both ears stood up high on end, focused on her excitement and startled when, rather suddenly, the girl’s voice suddenly dropped and told him, rather seriously, that her mom was dead and her dad drank a lot. This was something Gabriel understood, having smelt his father often with whiskey on his breath. Of course, Ahren never got drunk around his kids, but he often seemed rather glazed. Of course, as suddenly as she looked so excited, and as suddenly as she kissed him on the nose, all thought of his family faded. Twin impulses suddenly reared their heads—the first was to find the display gross! Ew! What was she thinking? And the second found his belly turning all fluttery and weird. He didn’t like it, and crinkled his muzzle to show this. “Well we should—“ A sudden THWUMP! From nearby caused Gabriel to tense up suddenly, ears and tail standing bolt upright. Oh no! “Shh!” He hissed, and crept towards the door. The noise had come from outside, and to his horror, there was something—no, someone moving around. Both ears fell flat against his head and his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. “Alaine!” He whispered frantically, scrambling back towards her. “There’s a pirate here! We gotta go!” No sooner did he say this then the noise outside grew louder. THWUMP! “Блин! Я водку разлил!” Horrified by the frightening voice, which sounded as loud as thunder and was speaking a monster’s tongue, Gabriel’s tail curled between his legs. Still, he kept his body in front of Alaine, unwilling to let her get hurt or worse, EATEN by the monster. What could they do? That horrible thing was getting closer, and closer, and suddenly there was a great shadow in the doorway and a big, scary werewolf pirate with a bottle in his hand and a sword on his side. Fear flooded into Gabriel, and every strand of his puppy fur stood on end as if he had been electrocuted. [/html] - Alaine Winters - 01-17-2010 [html] http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb17 ... emppup.png); background-color:#3e447d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: No problem. I laugh at your profile picture YAY RURIK!
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- Rurik Russo - 01-18-2010 [html] Lalalala. XD Oh, fuck. Rurik was madder than mad; he'd spilled a whole damn bottle of the Chezov-made vodka they'd brought over on the ship. Well, they had lots of liquor—there was a whole barrel of aged whiskey, for example, just waiting to be tapped. But the Chezov vodka was his favorite, and once they ran out of vodka, that was it. Rurik would never resign himself to not drinking, but he absolutely preferred the Russian-made vodkas to any other, and usually the human-brewed swill did not strike his tongue correctly. It was all burn and no taste, and Rurik simply couldn't stomach the stuff, not after being raised on the harsh moonshine his mother and sisters brewed and the Chezov firewater. He wandered downstairs slowly, his steps more swayed than usual. The gentle rocking of the boat seemed almost enough to send the Russian right off of his feet at times, but steadily he made his way down from the Captain's quarters to the main deck. Normally the Russian wolf was in perfect accord with the rocking of the boat, but the alcohol had his balance all tangled up. He wandered over to the edge for a moment to stare over at the shoreline. He liked this place; he had no big ideas about it thus far, but the simplicity of it charmed him, and Rurik figured he could spend quite a few months here before setting off again. He had no idea how many times he'd return to this place in time. His mission remembered, the Russian turned back toward the steps down below deck, intending to grab another bottle to replace the one he'd smashed. It was a sad, sad thing, but it had to be done. The werewolf was downstairs at last, standing in front of the door to the lower decks. The key to the liquor storeroom was in his pocket, but of course he didn't need that yet; they wouldn't lock the whole of the lower decks off from the rest of the ship. The werewolf would have noticed the noises and soft voices from within if he had not been so drunk; then again, he was celebrating their landing, it was only right for him to be a bit toasted. Turning the knob slowly, the Russian wolf stepped into the dimmer underbelly of the ship, his eyes adjusting to the light. What he saw surprised him; thankfully the alcohol had sufficiently slowed his reaction time, otherwise he might have yowled and jumped ten feet in the air to bonk his head on the roof. "Vhat the hell are you kidts doing?" he boomed in his deep voice, boggling at the children one by one. His accent was thicker and stronger, his accent more twisted. .rurik-angel {width:400px; background-color:#E1E3D8; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_angel.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:286px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} .rurik-angel b {color:#2A5784;} .rurik-angel strong {color:#0A3966;} .rurik-angel p {text-indent:40px; padding:0px 12px 0px 12px; margin:1px 0px 10px 0px; } </style> [/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-18-2010 [html] http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... dencsl.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Word Count: 324. The presence of Alaine’s paw on his shoulder set a spark off in the boy’s small body. He needed to be brave. She needed him to be brave. He had dragged her in here and there was no way he was going to let her get hurt. Besides, what would Baneesh think if he left the girl behind! There was no way he could do that, even if she was gross and had kissed him. That was just not cool, and he would hate to ditch her when there was the opportunity to be a hero. He could do this! The pirates were stupid and smelly and he was a prince of Inferni! Mom and Dad would be so proud of him, and gosh darn it he wasn’t going to let the glory slip away just because there was a pirate in the way. A giant pirate. With a sword. The gray wolf looked the part all right, a grizzled sea dog with black hair and a skull on his chest. Gabriel swallowed the lump in his throat and tensed his body, setting his jaw firmly. All right, giant pirate or not, he had to be brave. He had to, he had to! “Alaine, get out of here. I’ll meet you back where we started.” With that, the muscles in Gabriel’s hind legs coiled, tensed, and then pushed him forward. His charge was magnificent, covering the distance between the two small children and the much larger pirate captain in a blur of gold and brown. His sharp milk teeth were bared in a vicious snarl, his ears lay flat against his head, and he launched himself at the only point of attack he saw fit. The pirate’s ankles, where with a flying leap, Gabriel sunk his teeth in and began to shake his head wolfishly. He wouldn’t be able to kill the man, but he’d hopefully be able to clear a path for Alaine. [/html] - Alaine Winters - 01-18-2010 [html] http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb17 ... emppup.png); background-color:#3e447d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: Lol Sie XD
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- Rurik Russo - 01-18-2010 [html] http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_bottledrage.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 245px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;"> :3 Man. Rurik really, really did not like children. Yeah—he had been a kid once, sure. Even then, he didn't really like the other kids. The silver-furred werewolf was not a very big fan of children at all, and he was glad he only had to see his much younger cousins once in a blue moon while living in Sobirat'sya. Uncle Robjik was the same age as his father, but Robjik had decided (for some strange reason) to have kids at like, eight years old. And sure, Rurik loved his cousins Saveli, Marya, and Lukya since they were family, but he didn't like spending time with them because all his Aunt Milena would do was fawn over how big they were getting and yadda yadda. It bored him to death. He would never have kids; having kids was tantamount to settling down, and Rurik, king of the pirates, would never settle down! That sort of thinking just wasn't in accord with being a pirate king. He wasn't really mad—he was just plain old confused. How the hell did these kids get on his boat? Why were they in his storeroom? He didn't have time to think about this, since the tawny one said something pretty unintelligible to the drunken werewolf, and took a flying leap for his ankle! "AHH, AHH!" The werewolf said, stumbling backwards. The needle-sharp teeth of the puppy had torn right into him, sending sharp pains up and down his legs. He didn't expect the bites to hurt that much, but they sure as hell had. The werewolf turned right around and fled, stomping quickly back up the steps to rouse the crew. His balance was still not quite right, and he ended up half-stumbling up the final step, exploding outward onto the deck. "PUPPIES! PUPPIES!" he cried, yowling for the rest of the crew. "Puppies on board! WE GOT PUPPIES!" he shouted, practically screaming it now. The rest of the crew was quite likely to go on dozing off or cavorting far below decks, whatever they were doing—the Captain was prone to occasional drunken outbursts like this one. <style type="text/css"> .rurik-bottledrage b{font-weight:bold; color:#BC2B26; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px;} .rurik-bottledrage p{text-indent:35px; padding:0px 15px 15px 15px; margin:0px;} </style> [/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-18-2010 [html] http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... dencsl.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Word Count: 310. His teeth sunk in and held tight, a wolfish attack that he would later lose as he realized its flaw. As desperately as he clung on, the gray wolf managed to shake him off as he turned, and with the smell of alcohol and Alaine’s shriek in his ears, Gabriel was entirely too disoriented. He landed on his back, hard, and saw a mass of white lights and swirling stars flood his vision. He heard something crash near him, and scrambled frantically, trying to find his feet amongst the broken glass and fire water that managed to stink up the bowels of the ship. Then, to Gabriel’s horror, Alaine stayed where she was. Between the tall legs of the pirate, he could see her pale face and her shining necklace, and then things went from bad to worse. The pirate was after her! Horrified, Gabriel pulled all of his muscles together and rushed after him, but it was too late! He had started screaming for the rest of his pirate companions, and oh no they were going to come up from below and swashbuckler them or make them walk the plank or something else horrible that pirates did. “RUN!” Gabriel barked again, and then, with the element of surprise on his side, leapt at the gray and white pirate’s tail. Maybe he could stall him long enough for Alaine to make it off the ship, because if she didn’t then he would just feel awful. There was no sense in his sudden violence, but Gabriel was fighting to keep his friend safe, and he would not allow some stinky, tattooed pirate to go and ruin his adventure. And man, what a story this would make! No one was going to believe it, but he was certain it would be an incredible tale. Provided, of course, he lived to tell it. [/html] - Alaine Winters - 01-21-2010 [html] http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb17 ... emppup.png); background-color:#3e447d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: :]
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- Rurik Russo - 01-22-2010 [html] http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/erin_ruriktable.jpg); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Table by ErinMan, if there was one thing Rurik really didn't like, it was goddamn puppies. They were so small and so loud and so messy and so damn annoying. How could anyone ever want the damned things anyway? Rurik certainly didn't; if he had kids he couldn't drink all the time, he certainly couldn't smoke all the time, and Kiska would certainly look down on him for cavorting about the world with puppies in tow. Though Rurik thought he'd made his intentions perfectly clear, he sometimes sensed a little longing in Kiska for children—ha! Not that he'd ever settle down. It was her damn fault for picking a pirate for a mate. His liquored mind was rather brazen, and despite his apparent alarm the Russian werewolf was thinking all these messed-up, swirled thoughts. It was as he contemplated these things in the slow-witted manner of one thoroughly intoxicated by fine Russian vodka that the golden-hued canine once again darted from the shadowy underbelly of the ship, his very existence in such a place completely nonsensical and utterly ridiculous to the silver-furred werewolf at the moment. Where had he come from? And the other one! His bleary blue eyes widened in shock as the golden pup darted straight for him like a laser-eyed demon from hell, and Rurik cried out again in shock. "Aaaaah!" He jumped backwards, throwing his arms before his face instinctively—only Gabriel was far too short an opponent for this defensive tactic to be effective, of course, so the gesture was absolutely ornamental. The pup latched onto his tail this time, and Rurik yelped even more loudly, half-believing the pup was some ghostly domovoi he'd inadvertently angered. "EBANASHKA!" the werewolf shouted. "Ahueyet, zhopa?!" the Russian demanded, the curses rolling off his tongue in the native language now. He darted for the upper decks, hopefully shaking the crazed golden pup off his leg in the process. Once more he shouted: "PUPPIES, you bunch of svolotch! PUPPIES ON BOARD," he shouted. The ship kept on sleeping as if they were deaf; it was no surprise—everyone had imbibed a great amount of liquor that night, happy they'd finally landed on good coast that seemed viable for a landing spot. <style> .rurik-gifterin p {text-indent:40px; margin:0px; padding:0px;} .rurik-gifterin b{color:#FFFEEB;} </style>[/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-22-2010 [html] Word Count: 607. We can wrap up soon. In Character
There was a nothing but the heredity and the instinct of a fighter driving him now. Gabriel intended to hold off the pirate long enough to let Alaine get away. He was aware of her only in the distant part of his mind, which was focused now on the gray and white wolf whose scent and presence was overwhelming his senses. Vodka and heavy musk, things that made him think of his father even though they were different. He held on as long as he could, but his puppy teeth were not strong enough for him to hold on as the werewolf began shaking his body and running up to the upper decks. As they reached sunlight, Gabriel’s jaws finally gave into the pressure that he could not hold, and he flew off. His small body tumbled through the air, and hit the wooden deck of the ship hard. It was slick with saltwater and he skidded far away from the staggering, drunk Russian, and now tried to push himself up. The abuse was unfamiliar, but he had play fought with his siblings before and knew he was no weakling. With a great effort, the tawny boy made it to his feet, and found that he was alone on deck. Alaine must have made it off, and knowing that his time was running short, Gabriel saw the werewolf blocking his way out and scrambled around the side of the boat. There had to be somewhere else to go! There! Another small pile of boxes (all containing empty bottles) was his new way out, which Gabriel scrambled to climb quickly. He made it to the top of the ship and feeling triumphant, let out a loud, laughing bark. That was, of course, what made him lose his balance on the rocking waves and fall off and into the water. Almost instantly, panic hit. Gabriel had been warned since the day of his birth about the dangers of the ocean, and how it would take him and his siblings out to drown if they let it. Furiously, he kicked at the water, his brain taking over and forcing him to swim and swim as hard as he could. The waves were pushing him to shore, away from the ship, and he could just make out the screaming Russian over their crashing voices. Finally, the waves tossed him onto shore, and there Gabriel struggled to pull his tiny body out of the water and onto the sand. He was beyond exhausted, and panting heavily, but he needed to get away from here and make sure his friend was all right. Coughing sea water out of his mouth, Gabriel began to move, and nearly tripped over something in the sand. As he looked down, he was amazed to find the shiny necklace that he had discovered not so long ago. Unwilling to leave the treasure behind after working so hard to find it, and now doubly worried that something had happened to Alaine, Gabriel picked the golden treasure up in his mouth and began running as quickly as he could (even though his muscles were burning battery acid and his lung felt like they were going to collapse) towards the forest. When he finally found her scent, relief washed over him. When he finally spotted the collie girl, soaking wet and looking as bedraggled as he did, Gabriel actually sighed in relief and slowed his pace, dragging his feet and the necklace in his mouth with great effort. For everything that they had gone through, the two adventurers deserved to have proof of their deeds displayed for the world to see. <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Alaine Winters - 02-03-2010 [html] http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb17 ... emppup.png); background-color:#3e447d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ooc: sorry this took so long! also, sorry for the pp :| let me know if i need to change it.
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- Gabriel de le Poer - 02-09-2010 [html] Once this war plot settles down I think we need to have a thread. He won't recognize her because his memory sucks, but it would be awesome for her to figure out who he was. :] In Character
She came rushing towards him and all too suddenly, he was on his back in the dirt and she was licking his face AGAIN. Too tired to care, he only grunted in a high, puppy voice and then forced himself to sit up once she backed off. He spat the necklace out into the ground and, looking rather dejected, stared at her. Until, of course, she spoke and he heard how terrible she felt. Both of his large ears fell back and unsure of what to do, he suddenly stood up and pawed at the shiny object at his feet. “Don’t worry!” He barked, though his enthusiasm was not what it had been hours ago. “I got away. I kicked that stupid pirates butt AND took his treasure, so there!” Proud of this fact, his chest swelled and his tail began wagging furiously. Knowing, though, that any further treasure had been left behind when the gray wolf had come storming into their keep, he nudged the necklace away from himself. “You take it, boys aren’t supposed to wear uh…shiny things.” <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Alaine Winters - 02-11-2010 [html] http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb17 ... emppup.png); background-color:#3e447d; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ooc: yesssss :| that must happen. perhaps she could wander too far when looking for herbs, or perhaps Caillen wanders too far and bumps (rather luckily, all things considered), into Gabe o:
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