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- Sylvie Ciel - 02-25-2010 [html] It's been a week since Sylvie's nightmares began, SO. Might as well start into the pups meeting up, eh? ;P Sylvie had been sitting there, watching a mound of leaves she had stumbled upon for a creature that lay inside. Having successfully escaped from the business as usual back at the Chien Hotel, the whelp had found herself wandering aimlessly through Cour Des Miracles territory. As per usual, she seemed to have left her partner in crime behind, under Alaine's watchful eye and the incoming presence of more lessons. At this point, the six month old believed she knew more than these basic lessons would give her- she hunted better than Caillen did, little white paws silent upon the crunching of the snow, scouted better than he did, those vivid violet gems scanning everything with the utmost precision, and certainly was better at sneaking away that he was. She felt bad, being so much better adapted to doing the tasks of menial, everyday survival than her dreamer was... leaving him behind so commonly tugged at her heartstrings in a way she had yet to understand. And yet, in it's own way, it was almost better that he not successfully chase after her. This way, she wouldn't have to worry about him as much- as she constantly did- with him safely back at the hotel while she was out 'adventuring'. Though Caillen was obviously larger, stronger, and certainly capable of doing things Sylvie would never be able to accomplish on her own, the chocolate fae still worried about her slate and blue comrade. Acting almost like a second mother to him, the child she-dog always seemed to be prodding the larger hybrid away from danger, trying to help him see the ground before him as well as the stars above the clouds he so often seemed to frequent. But alas, she had left him behind yet again, so these constant worryings and attentive mother-ings were off and elsewhere. So, her solitary searching and sightseeing had led the lilac and white border collie to this strange, leafy pile, hidden by frost and a few blobs of newly fallen snow. The scents drifting from the amusing, musty pile of autumn's leave had captured the energetic girl's attention- they were animal, surely, but what kind, she was not totally sure. Back on focus again, the child decided she knew that something... something living... something breathing was definitely under there. Her stance stiffened a bit as she sent a few of the crunchy colors flying in the chilled wind around her, curiously burrowing her white-marked muzzle into the newly exposed hole. Diligent violet gems caught movement within the mound as she opened it up still more. Finally, whatever it was had noticed her. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light beneath the leaf-pile, the young fae cocked her head and raised an invisible brow as she discovered the inhabitant was nothing more than a little mouse. Burrowing in the rest of the way, the collie sent the mouse scurrying, laughing as it dashed over her half-in, half-out body to get away from the large creature that had invaded it's nest. Finally, with a plop, the girl was lost beneath the brush and leaf pile, giggling at the smells under it all. Wolf, mouse, fox, and various other animals had come into contact with the silly free-floating vegetation at some point before it had reached this pile here, explaining her difficulties in figuring out what was inside earlier. Her head popped out from beneath the leaves, spitting out the fallen vegetation before retreating back into the pile again. Curiosity peaked from the tyke as she poked about some of her little house, refilling the hole she had come in through and leaving the roof open. The leaves, it appeared, had frozen into a dome of sort, giving it some structure, but as she moved, it attempted to fall down on her. Grumbling from under the silly lot of nature, she pushed and prodded them all back into place, and, grinning with triumph, was awarded a leaf hut beig enough for two. Happy, she let out an excited bark, only to have the whole thing fall on her. Lost beneath the leaves and a few blobs of snow, the little body of the silly collie wriggled and squirmed about, until finally her head came back into sight again from above the pile, a frown plastered on her maw. "Silly leaves... you're supposed to stay up!" She said, laughing suddenly as she wriggled out of the pile and took up a seat nearby, beneath a tree. Mismatched ears flickered as she took to licking at her paws, now more grey than white from the dirt in the leaf-pile. This was a strange habit for a dog- it befit a cat more than the collie pup- but she decided she needed to look less messy and more normal if she ever planned to go back to the Chien Hotel with a workable excuse. Amethyst eyes narrowed at her paws after she finished, deciding on if they were satisfactory, and then focused on the tree the lupus-form canine leaned against. Closing her eyes, she imagined what it would have looked like with leaves- big, green, luxuriant leaves that were far prettier on the tree than in many colors at the base. I wonder if all these leaves came from this tree...? As she pondered this, she realized something rather hard to have overlooked in the first place. How did the leaves get into the pile they had been in before? That mouse obviously didn't have the power to move them all into a nice, neat pile. Perhaps there was another wolf around that she had missed? Talk. Think. Walk. .sylvie-everythingyouneed b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffebff; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed i {font-weight:italic; color:#ffebff; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;} .ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;text-align:right;color:#ffebff;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#9390b9; background-image:url(http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l65/J ... point0.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:5px double #ffebff; padding: 430px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#ffc6ff; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Amaranth Catori - 02-26-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... htable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> ooc text!Enter Amaranth 522 Words Yay me Amaranth yawned as she stretched out. Kable wasn't in there room maybe daddy had come and gotten him. Why was she left behind? Grumbling she looked around and went out to get something to eat. She was tired and bored yawning again she shook out her coat. Man being a puppy was great and her ever growing body was changing with everyday. She was four months old almost five and her once small body was now much bigger. She was quite the character that grew with each day. Looking around the kitchen she found half eaten food and smiled as she went for it. She was so hungry and intended to eat until she was full. She was becoming an independent wolf and hated being told what to do. She had begun to become cocky and would tell her mom what to do. She had gain confidence and fear. Both caused her to act strange and over act to certain things. Finishing what she had found she licked her chops as she went for the door. She knew it'd most likely be cold but she wanted to find something to do. As long as she stayed near or in the pack lands she would be safe. Pushing the door open with her mud colored paws she took in a deep breath of the fresh air. It was so nice out and she wanted to find others to play with. Amaranth looked at her paws as she grumbled looking out into the horizon she gave a final yawn and went off. Looking back one last time at the house she smiled. Ha she'd show her mommy and vigi that she'd be ok. Finally she was ready to go and find out what the day would hold. She knew that there were puppies at the hotel but it seemed so far away. Smiling she decided to go towards it but not right at the hotel. Placing one paw in front of the other she hummed to herself as she started singing in french. It was a song her mother used to sing when they were smaller she knew that it was silly but she couldn't help it. "Ah! Vous dirais-je, Maman: Ah! vous dirais-je, Maman, Ce qui cause mon tourment Papa veut que je raisonne, Comme une grande personne." Smiling she continued singing her song as she looked for others to play with. She was getting close to someone and didn't even know it. She hadn't been paying attention.
- Sylvie Ciel - 02-26-2010 [html] OOC: Alainey Laine, whenever you return, feel free to jump in! <3 Gems of deep violet glinted in the sunlight as their owner nodded to herself in satisfaction. Whoever had made the leaf pile no longer seemed to be around... and she preferred it that way. Being alone often lead to the best times of day- silent time. This was when the wind would sing and dance for an invisible audience, the ocean would laugh and tell jokes, and the trees would whisper among themselves about their entertaining neighbors. This was the time Sylvie would be the farthest back in thought, remembering all the old days- back in Florida and just after her arrival in Cour Des Miracles. From the past, her mother's haunting tyrant behaviors, her adopted father's disgusted glares... and from the present and recent past, wonderful smiles and gleeful playtime, glimmering shards of sunny hope and brilliant sapphire gems... a sigh escaped the child's maw as she lounged still farther back into her tree. Complete opposites, it seemed her early life and current life were... pain and work versus praise and play time. Though one might never understand the full, terrible nature of Sylvie's scarred memories and twisted views, it was at least obvious her life now was far better than the one prior. Things never turned bad around here- even when she and Caillen had been confronted by a snake, Alaine, her now adopted mother, had swooped in and rescued them both from sure disaster. It was amazing, how she managed to slay the serpent in a single movement, leaving Sylvie speechless and Caillen... on the ground. Chuckling as she thought back on this, the girl was thankful once again that Caillen was back at the Hotel and not out with her today. If he fainted like that in the face of danger, they would never get anywhere past the treeline surrounding the hotel without Alaine's supervision. Imagining a 'family' trip out to see her sister, Ruri, Sylvie slipped back into the real world again, a chilled wind biting at her exposed ears. Mismatched harks flicked forward suddenly into the breeze, picking up on some kind of chanting... or... singing? Blinking thoughtfully, cream maw directed itself towards the source of the sounds, little chocolate nose picking up on a strange scent. Though it was unusual, this scent was not unfamiliar- there was one just like it around the Chien Hotel from time to time. Perhaps this was one of the inhabitants? As the singer grew closer, the singing grew louder, and Sylvie became able to make out words... Harks swiveled forward as it became apparent the song was in french. Sylvie listened and understood the words, being near-fluent in French, but found that the common translation didn't quite make sense to her. It sounded silly, this strange song- especially in English- but, Sylvie decided, for someone to be singing it, it had to mean something to them, right? All attention focused on the moving brush before her, not a single muscle moving. Who would emerge...? The 6 month old lilac collie watched with interest as a younger pup, some sort of hybrid, appeared from the direction of the hotel, stopping to survey her surroundings. One eyebrow arched as the she-whelp took note of the lounging Sylvie and set a course straight for her, apparently over her singing habit. Half-amused, half-interested, the older girl stood up from her sprawled position, all four of those soft white paws firmly upon the crinkling leaves she had scattered earlier. Thoughtful now, Sylvie searched for her manners... but in which language should she address the younger dog? She obviously spoke French... but did she know any English? Deciding to find out, Sylvie offered a mixed greeting to the red and white hybrid approaching her. "Bonjour miss," She began, watching for a response from the fiery female. "Mon nom est Sylvie Ciel. What's yours?" Talk. Think. Walk. .sylvie-everythingyouneed b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffebff; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed i {font-weight:italic; color:#ffebff; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;} .ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;text-align:right;color:#ffebff;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#9390b9; background-image:url(http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l65/J ... point0.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:5px double #ffebff; padding: 430px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#ffc6ff; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Caillen Winters - 02-27-2010 [html]
- Amaranth Catori - 02-27-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... htable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> oocShe's such a rude little brat. 504 Words Yay me
She hadn't been singing anymore and had found herself very focused on getting to the other as she was knocked off her feet. Amaranth took in a sharp breath as she hit the ground with a crash. Who was the stupid idiot who knocked her over. amaranth glared at the male puppy as she stood shaking off her pelt. "No duh I'm not who ever you were looking for." She didn't know the pups name but she knew who he was. He was the healer lady's son. She couldn't think of his name but she was certain that he was him. "Your an idiot you can't go around tackling random wolves I could have killed you if I wanted to" A mere bluff but that didn't matter he didn't know that she could or couldn't.
Now she hadn't even had a chance to get to the other female who seemed to be approaching as she spoke in both French and English Amaranth looked at her. Now she was kinda certain she knew who the boy was. Her mother had told her about how Alaine the healer had a son and taken in a female pup. She had no idea what their names were well she knew the female pups name thanks to both pups who had said it.
So no what was his name? Looking at Sylvie how the heck could this boy mistake her for her? They looked very different. "I'm Amaranth Catori." She said very proudly. Ever since her uncle had come he had told her stories of where he and her mother used to live. How they were royalty so that ment she was descended from royalty which made her a very important wolf, well in her own mind. "Who are you?" She asked addressing the pup who had tackled her. She still wasn't very happy she had been on the reciving end of that. Looking at him she waited his reply hoping to get his name. - Sylvie Ciel - 03-01-2010 [html] OOC: <3s to Alaaaaaine. And HOMG... she is a bit rude. O: After her greeting, it seemed the girl was a tad occupied- perhaps she had been wrong about using both languages? Frowning slightly, the young lilac waited patiently for the red and white husky pup to come within reach... and stared in shock at what happened next. Caillen came crashing through the underbrush, flying straight into the girl she had never seen before, knocking her off her feet in a fit of growls. As Caillen realized his mistake, Sylvie again simply stared, her mouth slightly open. What was he doing here, let alone taking out poor, innocent little pups? At the stream of insults coming out of the younger whelp's mouth, her thoughts shifted in a different direction. Sylvie's jaw snapped shut and creamy paws quickly propelled her to the scene, taking up a location nearer to Caillen than Amaranth, but still between the two of them. Inwardly, she imagined taping the younger dog's mouth shut for being quite so harsh, but outwardly she agreed with her. Caillen should have been paying better attention, after all... right? "Oh! I'm so sorry, he... he's usually better at telling me from other dogs." She shot a slightly disgruntled glance at the slate and blue boy she had come to care so deeply for. He needed to be more careful... and what was he doing out here anyway? Didn't Alaine constantly keep him under lock and key? Mixed emotions swirled about underneath that silky chocolate fur of hers as the younger hybrid offered her name to Sylvie... though, in a far prouder manner than expected. Slightly taken aback, Sylvie stared for a moment at the young mixed breed before looking back to her close comrade, expecting him to answer Amaranth's question. She at least deserved that, after being taken out by some strange, larger, maniacal blue and grey hybrid. But despite all this, only one question whirled about the young girl's mind... What are you doing out here, Caillen? Talk. Think. Walk. .sylvie-everythingyouneed b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffebff; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed i {font-weight:italic; color:#ffebff; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;} .ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;text-align:right;color:#ffebff;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#9390b9; background-image:url(http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l65/J ... point0.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:5px double #ffebff; padding: 430px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#ffc6ff; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Caillen Winters - 03-22-2010 [html]
- Amaranth Catori - 03-24-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... htable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> oocI know she's got a heart. 400 Words Yay me
- Sylvie Ciel - 04-04-2010 [html] OOC: *Ish such a late poster.* Poor Caillen- the sweet, bashful boy was being given the tongue-lashing of his short career, and by a whelp certainly smaller than he. When Sylvie summoned such authority as this child did, he never shrunk back in confusion and terror as he did now, unsure of how to repute versus such a fiery hybrid as Amaranth. She was obviously a hybrid, at that- red and white like a husky, but built as if mixed between the two, despite her short stature at this age. Sylvie frowned thoughtfully as she decided on a grand course of action to divert Amaranth's attention from Caillen... but it seemed, her earlier comment, meant to be an apology for her childhood crush's actions, had quite the opposite effect. Instead of the husky girl taking it in stride and calming, she seemed to become ever more agitated- but this time, with Sylvie as the victim to her childish wrath. What is going on...? Eyes widened in surprise as the strangely wise collie plotted a course of response. Not a dog? But she so obviously was! Even if it turned out the young female was a hybrid, she certainly did not show it physically. She was built almost just as Sylvie was, like that of a pure-bred dog, and her crimson and cream colors only served to emphasize that fact. Frown deepened upon young fairy maw as the lilac lovely came upon a hopefully not... degrading response to argue her side of the case. Just about anything could set her off... With this in mind, Sylvie chose her words carefully. "I hate to say it, but you look more like a dog, like me, than a wolf, like him. Perhaps it will be more obvious as you grow...?" In spite of Sylvie's interjections, Amaranth still seemed particularly miffed with Caillen. Her pride and anger, still sparking in the air, even caused the much larger brute to try and hide his goofy form behind slender, agile Sylvie. Feeling a tad protective of the slate and ivory male, Sylvie did her best to play his shield in the matter. As Caillen was addressed for his name in response to hers, chocolate ears flicked backwards, and then down a notch as he stumbled over every letter of his sentence. Sighing quietly, Sylvie wished that Caillen could control his stutter when it came to tight situations... much like when he spun his wonderful stories upon threads of satin and moon-spun furs, Caillen would be better off if his stutter abandoned him when things got difficult. As soft sapphire gaze rose pleadingly to Sylvie, the sentence almost completely gone from his stage-frightened tongue, soft felt ears rose to a soft, barely audible whine. Unable to ignore the plucked heartstrings this gesture caused, she glanced at her comrade, orchid petal eyes glinting. Then, soft-coated collie-shea offered him a reassuring smile, hoping that she might give him a little comfort. Sadly, it was obvious in his stutter that the poor young hybrid was at a loss for words, uselessly trying to piece together an introductory sentence. Amaranth commented on his stutter somewhat nicely in comparison to what she had been saying only moments earlier. Violet gems trailed over the two as whirling thoughts crossed over an unspoken whim. Sylvie, it seemed, rather liked Caillen's stutter, though it plagued him with many a teasing comment... she found it cute. "His name is Caillen... I'm sorry... he doesn't do very well under pressure." Perhaps she should take him home for now, to rescue the poor male from his speech demon? Suddenly, Sylvie was struck with an idea. Why not try to get him to tell a story? His stutter ran for cover whenever he told stories, and he acted much more like the hybrid fellow he was supposed to be. "He is a wonderful storyteller, though. Perhaps you would like to hear him tell a tale?" Smiling brightly, she wondered which story Caillen would reenact- the dragon storming the castle, the young shea and the beast, the tales of Excalibur and the Hybrid? Suddenly, she was feeling rather excited. Talk. Think. Walk. .sylvie-everythingyouneed b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffebff; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed i {font-weight:italic; color:#ffebff; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;} .ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;text-align:right;color:#ffebff;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .sylvie-everythingyouneed {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#9390b9; background-image:url(http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l65/J ... point0.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:5px double #ffebff; padding: 430px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#ffc6ff; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] |