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- Kota - 10-27-2011 (no not really, and i must apologise if its shorter then usual for awhile, i lost my glasses on the 20th and still waiting on my new ones) Kota held his hand out towards her but knew by instinct that no bones were broken; just hurt really bad. The skin under the fine and soft fur of the back of his hand bled with small cuts from his aggression on the defencless tree and the nerves were already starting to go numb from the throbbing pain. The black male finally gained control over his anger while he listend to the females tale and now he stood still boiling with rage but at least not showing it. In the depths of his mind he wondered if he would be welcomed on the battlefeild with his packmates or be shown off due to being such a new member, he wanted to fight and if he might use his mind to outsmart the lackies he could possibly get to the leader; for it was in his experience that the bigger and stronger they are....they dumber they are. Kota winced lightly at her attentions to his hand and felt his face flush under his fur, she is a rather beautiful female and now that he really looked he found it hard to believe that he hadn't noticed before. Poor Kota had never been good around beautiful females -often times making himself look like a fool- and he would most of the time avoid them all together to save his dignity. The male looks away from her and turns his attention to a pinecone that he suddenly found to be extremly interesting. His tail waging beneath his cloak which made the cloth move a bit akwardly "thanks..." he mutters silently. Having met only two packmates so far he felt surprisingly welcomed and at home and liked that feeling very much so yet he couldn't help but wonder if the rest would be as welcoming as Savina or Soran. He liked Soran; she was nice to him and he could tell she has a kind heart that just loves making friends...at least he hoped. WC: 332 - Soran Aatte - 11-01-2011 [html] Sorry about the wait on this, I have been away this weekend. Also sorry if it's a little short :S
The sable female examined the male's hand carefully, smiling slightly when he simply offered his hand to her; there was no argument, Soran knew of wolves that would have been more stubborn at the offer of help. There were more stubborn creatures that would have refused the help, even if they had known that their hand was indeed broken or injured, simply through sheer stubbornness and wishing to prove that they could cope alone. This male seemed to have the good sense to trust the ebony pelted female and she held his hand gently, gazing down at it. The knuckles were scraped, although that was nothing to be too concerned about, after all many of the wolves ended up scraped and sore from simply living in the lands, let alone when they punched trees, naturally it was to be expected that he would have scraped his knuckles a little. The sable female tutted in a motherly tone as she looked at his hand, feeling over the back of it gently, stroking the wounds. It was then that she made a deeper inspection, feeling each knuckle and bone between her forefinger and thumb, it seemed that there was little damage done. Though she assumed that it would be mightily sore for the next few days. She smiled at the male and gave his hand a gentle pat, she was a very motherly creature nowadays, perhaps to make up for the times when she had not been so motherly to her own children, but now, after her last litter she was now happy in the role of mother, grandmother and indeed great grandmother. He seemed suddenly very interested in a nearby pine cone and Soran wondered what was wrong, perhaps he was a little awkward, it did not occur to the dark female that he might find her attractive, after all she was an older wolf now and she was rather modest when it came to her looks, although it was true that she was a rather attractive creature, even at her eight years of age. The female smiled and mused on what the male could be thinking, she hoped that he was beginning to feel at home within the pack, she loved her home dearly and she hoped that all that set foot on the lands felt welcome. Well except for the Aniwayan wolves, they would never be welcome here, not in her eyes, not ever. The dark female hated them all at the moment, although she knew that there were many wolves that lived there that did not trust their leader, but still at the moment her rage was too intense to think upon such things, for now all of the Aniwayan wolves would remain unforgiven for their behaviour. .sorangift b {font-weight:bold; color:#e9f2f9;} .sorangift p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .sorangift {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#9a9a8d; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v469/ ... oran-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #BFA1A5; outline:1px solid #000000; padding: 250px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#525662; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> wc: 517
Table made by the wonderful Vannah <3- Kota - 11-18-2011 [html]
WC:302 - Soran Aatte - 11-25-2011 [html] Sorry for the wait on this reply my dear, I am very pleased to hear that you have gotten your glasses Also I like the table, it's much better than anything that I could code myself
The sable female had to confess that she was rather pleased that the male had not injured his hand, after all that had been happening within the lands they needed every able body to be at its best, to be fighting fit and ready for any attack that might suddenly come. It would have been terrible if the male had indeed put himself out of use for the future battles; especially as he seemed to be so passionately ready to defend his new home, besides he was a large male and looked as though he might be very handy when it came to fighting. The dark mother smiled at the younger male as he thanked her for looking at his hand, the truth was that it was no problem for her, she was not the pack's healer, that duty lay at the feet of Savina's daughter Cambria; but the ebony female had the knowledge and the ability to help out, even if it was in a minor way, she had more healing knowledge than most, though she would never claim to be a great healer, more of an emergency medic, called upon when healers were in short supply. The mood seemed to change in a sudden moment as Kota grabbed her arm, dragging her into the thicker cover of the lands, the ebony pelted female tested the air, sniffing tentatively, she caught the scent of the bear and nodded at the male. The bear was tresspassing, but after Jazper's story of how a bear had been injured in a moment of confusion between it and the pack she was reluctant to do anything. She did not like the idea of another case of crossed wires in communication causing an injury to a bear, or indeed to a pack member, she shuddered slightly as she remembered the great, lengthy scars that now crossed Jazper's chest. It had been a momentary fight, but it had caused a lot of damage, with the current war the dark female could not risk herself or Kota being injured over such a folly. She watched as the bear lumbered into view, her ears flattened against her skull, it was tresspassing after all, perhaps she should go and shoo it away from the lands. Luckily as soon as it appeared it seemed to realise that it was in the wrong place and began to lumber off back in the direction of the borders. This was a relief to the ebony female, that much she could not deny; anything that avoided conflict at the moment was a good thing. The male growled that he hated bears and Soran looked at him with curious green eyes. .sorangift b {font-weight:bold; color:#e9f2f9;} .sorangift p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .sorangift {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#9a9a8d; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v469/ ... oran-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #BFA1A5; outline:1px solid #000000; padding: 250px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#525662; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> wc: 730
Table made by the wonderful Vannah <3- Kota - 11-25-2011 [html]
WC: 322 - Soran Aatte - 12-05-2011 [html] I am a little fail at coding I will admit XD And sorry for the wait on this, the last week has been hectic with the show.
The sable female visibly relaxed as the bear disappeared out of sight, it was a good thing that it had gone, she did not want there to be any fighting or bloodshed on the pack lands, especially with the current situation, with the war. A fight between the pair of wolves and the bear would have been unnecessary and potentially very costly to the wolves, costly in the sense that they could be injured seriously or that the wolves could lose their lives and the pack would lose members and allies. It would have been a painful and dangerous mission, it was a good thing that the bear seemed to realise that it had trespassed and left before any trouble was caused. The dark pelted female turned her attention back to Kota as he spoke, listening carefully as he explained why he hated bears, explaining that as a child he had been savaged by one, that he had been attacked, most likely by a hungry bear that had broken bones and clawed him mercilessly. The dark female's ears drooped a little with sadness for him, it sounded like it had been quite the ordeal for him, she could scarcely imagine the terror that would have come with such an attack; her father had attempted to attack her numerous times when she had been young, but she had never been on her own and had been protected for the most part, also he had not been the size of a bear, although he had been a huge male. Soran could not scale up the fear and pain in her head, to be attacked by something of that size; at least when she had been attacked by her father she had had something of a chance to fight back, to hurt him at least. A pup fighting against a bear would not have had that chance, surely a bear would have barely felt any retaliation, shaking off any bites or scratches as being barely anything, barely being able to feel them. The ebony female could not help but feel sorry for the male, it seemed that all the wolves that came to the lands had had something terrible that had happened in their pasts. The sable mother nodded as the male said that his hatred was not from anger but from fear, Soran understood that, she had hated Hollow for some time, but that had been through fear, he had after all attacked her in the most savage way and she had found herself unable to defend herself, it had been a long time before her hatred had changed and become born of anger. .sorangift b {font-weight:bold; color:#e9f2f9;} .sorangift p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .sorangift {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#9a9a8d; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v469/ ... oran-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #BFA1A5; outline:1px solid #000000; padding: 250px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#525662; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> wc: 788
Table made by the wonderful Vannah <3- Kota - 01-01-2012 [html]
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