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07-02-2012, 01:40 PM
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07-02-2012, 04:07 PM
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Form: Optime pgp: 3+ The unfamiliar scent caught his attention, the fur on the back of his neck automatically rising as he moved towards the borders. Alistair found himself often pacing the edges of the territory without thought, checking for breaches and marking if faint. It had just become a familiar routine that he just couldn't seem to get out of. Ali moved through the brush silently, bihued eyes collecting the scenery, all of it familiar. He was wearing simple clothing, merely jeans and a gray v-neck. The jeans were beat and covered in wood and green stains, and the shirt was ripped and was scented with dirty. These were his work clothes, after all. His knife was in his hand, for he was still on the search for the wood that could be used as a surfboard. Still, no luck for the coywolf. As he continued towards the scent, another caught his attention. X'ies. Alistair continued, realizing that X'ies scent was near the strange one, probably already at the situation. However, as he finally arrived, X'ies was nowhere to be scene. Ali quickly guessed that the male was in hiding, assessing the situation from the darkness. Alistair paused before the owner of the strange scent, a female of blond. Alistair crossed his arms, eyes slightly narrowing as his fur continued to bristle. "Who are you?" His voice was even, neither friendliness nor hostility in his vocals. His usually warm eyes were cold and focused upon the stranger, ears perked and alert for any sounds of possible...'companions' of the lady. However, there was always a chance that she may join. His knife was still in hand, even though it was a carving knife...It still could be used if defense was needed. Alistair was smaller than most wolves and dogs, but he still had power in his punch and could defend himself with ease. A surfer kind of needed to know that. Ya know, defense against sharks and stuff. Cause Ali totally has fought a shark. Totally. .aCAIllis b {font-weight:bold; color:#0c2330;} .aCAIllis p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .aCAIllis .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .aCAIllis {margin:0 auto; width:520px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/o3O17.png), url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); background-position: center bottom, center top; background-repeat: no-repeat, repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; padding: 10px 0px 197px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#16303e; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html]
07-05-2012, 02:17 AM
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As it had for Alistair, patrolling the boarders had become a habit for Jaden. He was enjoying the simplicity of this day. It seemed that every other day was filled with stressful matters. From meetings with irritating wolves to ensuring there were pray for the pack hunt, the duties of a leader never seemed to be too few. That is why today was special. It was already nearing the middle of the afternoon and not a single unpleasant thing had happened. Perhaps this day could be spent doing training after the boarders were secure. It had been a while since the archer had time to practice his art and he would enjoy stringing a few arrows. Unfortunately, the Alpha had no idea just how wrong he was. But it did become a little more apparent when he saw the blond fur of an assassin on his boarder. It was a little surprising to see her there as she was down wind. He noticed the multicolored body of one of his fellow pack mates as well. Alistair must have been patrolling to and found the woman before he had. The Obsidian male approached the two of them without receiving any hint that X’ies was around. What could be expected from Amy today? The thought reeled in his mind as he closed the distance. The dog seemed to enjoy flirting with him and being seductive with the marvelous body she had. That was all and good when Jaden was away from his land, but not on it. He knew his fellow leader had a distaste for dogs and also understood that explaining why one insisted on flirting with him, or worse even, that they had been guilty of doing much more than flirting at one point, would be awkward at the very least. So it was probably best that he and Alistair deal with the woman and send her on her way. It probably wouldn’t be that easy knowing Amy, but they had to try. Hello Alistair, he announced himself before continuing, I see you’ve met Amy, he couldn’t be sure how long exactly they had been talking before he stumbled upon them. She very well might have introduced herself already. What brings you to Sangi’lak? He stepped up next to Alistair and stood close enough to the male to show that they would act as a united front for whatever the dog might want or do. He set his deep blue gaze on blond fur to ensure she knew where his question was directed. Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks. .jaden-war b {font-weight:bold; color:#B28600; letter-spacing:1px; } .jaden-war .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#B28600} .jaden-war p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .jaden-war {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd5 ... asw450.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 330px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#535353; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style><style> .ooctable, .oocinfo { background-image:none; padding:10px; line-height:12px; margin:5px auto; width:85%; background-color:#000000; border:1px solid #535353; font-size:10px; color:#b28600; border-radius:2px; border-style: dashed; -moz-border-radius:2px; -webkit-border-radius:2px; } .oocinfo { font-size:10px; width:250px; margin:5px; } </style> [/html] |