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- Harlowe D'Angelo - 04-18-2010 [html] ((426)) The tawny-furred wolf was already somewhat familiar with the path to Dahlia de Mai. It was not so far from the northernmost part of Phoenix Valley that he had to travel to get to the southernmost tip of the Dahlian pack. He had snuck away to that general area twice prior to this; once he had ended up on Whisper Beach, called there by his very own blood—that was how he knew Larkspur. Larkspur had told him about another distant cousin of his, one irrelevant to Ehno and his family—this cousin was a D'Angelo, remnant of his unknown maternal family. His father's side of the family was less interesting to Harlowe—they were all here, he knew them, he was already acquainted with many of them. His mother's relatives were a question mark—unknown, mysterious. The thirst for knowledge was strong within Harlowe, and his family was no exception to this. Naniko had told him he was not allowed to cross pack territory, and he knew he had to listen to his mother. Naniko would never lie to him, and he knew whatever she told him was for his own good—Harlowe was not a rebellious child when it came to what most of his mother told him. Even so, he wasn't exactly sure if she would approve of him hanging around Dahlia de Mai's perimeter so frequently, and he kept this from her, deciding instead it was better to simply withhold information about what he'd done with his day—his answers were sometimes the monotonous, succinct teenage answers when she asked about his day. Today would have to be one of those days—Harlowe wouldn't lie to Naniko, no, but if she didn't ask him directly if he'd gone to Dahlia de Mai... well, he didn't have to tell her. The noon sun hung in the air above him, shining down over his tawny coat. He was several dozen feet from the borders, walking along them in the hopes that someone would find him and invite him in or help him find Larkspur. He didn't realize he was allowed to howl for someone, nor did he realize that would have been the intelligent and courteous thing to do—he had never actually visited another pack's lands before. The tawny-colored male was ridiculously under-socialized for a canine of his age; at seven months old he was quite nearly full-sized, though he undoubtedly still had some growing to do, and childish hints lingered on his features—oversized ears and paws gave away his youth clearly. .harlowe-wrong-text {padding:0px 25px;} .harlowe-wrong {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .harlowe-wrong b {color:#485748; font-weight:bold;} .harlowe-wrong {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#2F352E; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/harlowe/harlowe_wrong.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:290px 0px 0px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 04-24-2010 [html] [/html] - Harlowe D'Angelo - 04-26-2010 [html] Word Count :: 366 YOU SUCK AND I HATE YOU. He didn't know much about Dahlia de Mai—his mother didn't have very much to say about them, and neither did anybody else, it seemed. Maybe someone had told him and he'd forgotten, but he didn't think that was possible. He remembered pretty much everything after he could open his eyes and listen from his ears, and a little before that, too. Those were the murkiest memories in his head, though—but the instant Harlowe could see, he began absorbing. Every minute detail of the world seeped into his mind, and there they remained. His head released nothing, it seemed. He could recall the weather and the wind direction for a particular event if he really wanted to. The youth didn't realize how remarkable this was, of course—he had never discussed his sharp memory with anyone, and so he assumed everyone else remembered as he did. The tawny-furred youth didn't have to wait too long for someone to notice him, though—he hadn't been fidgeting and prancing ten minutes before another canine happened along him. Harlowe's olive-colored eyes blinked as he watched the other puppy approach, surprised to see someone younger than him here to greet him. There were no smiles from either, but as the younger canine showed signs of dominance, something happened in Harlowe—almost mechanically his ears folded back and his tail tucked, a swift and powerful instinct he could not have fought if he tried. As it were, it had completely surprised him, and it showed on his chocolate-masked face for a moment. The Dahlian youth asked a question, and Harlowe's muzzle lifted slightly. It hadn't been hard to talk to Delwyn, who appeared more or less this pup's age—why wasn't the speech automatic here? His voice couldn't fail him now—he needed to find Larkspur again. Steeling himself once more, the pup drew in a breath once more, and attempted to speak again—thankfully, this time the words came far more easily. “I'm looking for Larkspur D'Angelo,” he said, his own voice meek and soft. There wasn't very much intimidating about Harlowe. “I'm Harlowe D'Angelo,” he added after a moment, remembering it was polite to introduce himself as well. .harlowe-tree-text {padding:0px 25px;} .harlowe-tree p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .harlowe-tree b {color:#191F13; font-weight:bold;} .harlowe-tree {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#B5C1A6; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/harlowe/harlowe_tree.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:10px 0px 35px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#414F31; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 04-26-2010 [html] [/html] - Harlowe D'Angelo - 04-27-2010 [html] Word Count :: 378 HA I MADE YOU CRY ilu Harlowe had never heard of Haku Soul or King Chance or anybody from Dahlia de Mai—the only canines he knew from this whole pack were Larkspur and Addison, and the latter he only knew by name. He couldn't have identified her if he tried, of course—they'd never met. “Oh,” he said, disappointment steadily covering his features. “He told me he lives here, though,” the wolf said lamely, realizing for the first time that it might not have been true—but then again, there was all of Larkspur's scent around here. Maybe he just stayed in the packlands? Or maybe he just didn't hang around puppies a lot. Harlowe's mind went over the possibilities rather quickly, and found none satifactory. The question brought a faint, sheepish smile to the youth's face, and once again his ears folded flat back rather than the half-mast they'd been wavering the past few moments. “I don't know, really. He's like... an uncle, I guess. But he's not Mother's brother. He's further back than that, I think,” the youth said, still perplexed by the relationship between himself and Larkspur. He hadn't found any books to explain it to him yet, though he was still trying. “He knows a lot about the family, so I have to find him and talk to him.” Larkspur knew a lot, it seemed—he had said a strange word that sent tingles up his spine and tasted funny in his mouth, a little coppery and a little bitter all at once. Khalif. That word echoed through his head—the only dictionary definition for the word was that it was a synonym for caliph, which had something to do with a dead human religion. Harlowe didn't understand at all, but in Larkspur he trusted. The other canine introduced himself, and Harlowe dipped his head in a nod, the closest he came to “good to meet you” or anything of the sort. There was an anxious smile that disappeared as quickly as it came, and once again he shifted his weight, wondering where they ought to go from here. This was King's home, and he didn't want to mess up again like he had with Larkspur originally—too much pushiness could get him put right out of the packlands. .harlowe-tree-text {padding:0px 25px;} .harlowe-tree p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .harlowe-tree b {color:#191F13; font-weight:bold;} .harlowe-tree {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#B5C1A6; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/harlowe/harlowe_tree.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:10px 0px 35px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#414F31; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 04-28-2010 [html] [/html] - Harlowe D'Angelo - 05-04-2010 [html] Sie... is a fail. The idea that Larkspur might have lied to him and told him the wrong pack had never occurred once to Harlowe. They were family, and so there was to be nothing harmful or deceptive between them. This was what family meant, or so Harlowe believed—later he would learn that family neither automatically protected one from harm nor automatically deemed a fair relationship between its members. The tawny-furred child waited for King to speak again, still uncomfortably shifting his weight about, generally unable to keep truly still. There was always movement about the young D'Angelo; his ears and eyes roved the world around him, soaking up everything he could possibly learn about it. “Thank you, King,” the youth said. “My cousin Addison lives here too, but I really want to see Larkspur,” he added. Harlowe had been given good manners by Naniko, of course—sometimes he wasn't quite sure how to use them, but he was perfectly cordial when he understood what to say. “Do you have a lot of family here?” he asked. Most of his own family was far away; he wondered what it was like to have lots and lots of family all in the same area. He could have no way of knowing King likely had the most relatives of any wolf from these lands ever, of course. .harlowe-tree-text {padding:0px 25px;} .harlowe-tree p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .harlowe-tree b {color:#191F13; font-weight:bold;} .harlowe-tree {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#B5C1A6; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/harlowe/harlowe_tree.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:10px 0px 35px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#414F31; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 05-05-2010 [html] [/html] - Harlowe D'Angelo - 05-09-2010 [html] lawl failshort :| There was nothing in Harlowe that was predispositioned for leadership, and there never would be. Crowds still made him beyond nervous, and the tawny-furred youth still could not speak before them. He was lucky if he could even speak one-on-one with anyone else most of the time; sometimes his words simply failed to work properly, and he ended up stuttering and sputtering like a moron. He listened to King speak of his family, and nodded his head a few times—his father lived in a different pack, too, so that didn't strike him as strange. “Yeah, my dad lives in Crimson Dreams,” he explained. “That must be nice being the alpha's little brother, though,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “I bet you could get away with a lot if you wanted.” He didn't do a whole lot of bad things, himself—but he liked to feel like he could do what he wanted, and he loved the thrill of being alone and away from packlands and his mother and his sisters. “Larkspur said most of my distant family lives far away,” the youth said, a frown on his own chestnut-brushed face. He didn't like that, really—the further away they were, the harder it would be to maybe find them someday to learn from them, if it ended up that Larkspur couldn't provide all the answers. He hoped he didn't have to go, but if it came to that, he would. .harlowe-tree-text {padding:0px 25px;} .harlowe-tree p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .harlowe-tree b {color:#191F13; font-weight:bold;} .harlowe-tree {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#B5C1A6; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/harlowe/harlowe_tree.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:10px 0px 35px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#414F31; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 05-10-2010 [html] [/html] - Harlowe D'Angelo - 05-11-2010 [html] lmfao I DO WHAT I WANT ((411)) Harlowe was enjoying his surroundings, his olive-colored eyes sweeping over the nice Dahlia de Mai lands. It was cool sneaking in here with King—Harlowe wasn't sure that it was wrong, but it felt rather sneaky, and so he liked it. Maybe King was really allowed to take people into the pack—Naniko had always told him to stay away from the borders if he could. He didn't patrol like the older wolves; he probably wouldn't be any good at greeting newcomers anyway. As King spoke again, Harlowe looked back toward him. “Well, it's a long way from Phoenix Valley. Gotta go through the city and around some other pack and over some hills before you even get there,” he said, sounding rather indifferent to the whole mess—it didn't occur to him that it was abnormal for puppies' fathers to be away. Delwyn hadn't spoken about his father, and King also had a father who did not live with him, therefore it was normal. “Yeah? Well, then he's an oaf anyway then,” the tawny-furred youth declared. King made it pretty obvious he wasn't his brother's biggest fan, and so Harlowe felt confident in saying something that agreed with what King seemed to imply. “You should do what you want,” the chocolate-tipped youth said. He had the feeling King would do what he wanted anyway, but just in case, Harlowe decided to reinforce the idea. He liked King—after the initial hiccup, it was really easy to talk to him. He was a good conversationalist in Harlowe's eyes. “Wow. Maybe everyone here has a big family?” the pallid wolf wondered. “Maybe we're related,” he said, that thought stopping him in his tracks. He took a long look at King. They didn't look anything alike—but maybe! It was always a possibility. At the question, Harlowe's chocolate-colored nose wrinkled, and the youth tilted his head to the side, considering. “Well... they're a piece of me, too. My mom's parents were part of her, right? And their parents before them, and back... back as far as I can go,” he said, hesitating. It was hard to formulate what he wanted to say—in the end, he could only shrug. “I want to learn about them if I can,” he added. It was lame reasoning, really—but Harlowe was fascinated with his family, and he wanted to know everything he could about them. Larkspur was really interesting, maybe they were all really interesting, too. .harlowe-wrong-text {padding:0px 25px;} .harlowe-wrong {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .harlowe-wrong b {color:#485748; font-weight:bold;} .harlowe-wrong {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#2F352E; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/harlowe/harlowe_wrong.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:290px 0px 0px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 05-17-2010 [html] [/html] - Harlowe D'Angelo - 05-20-2010 [html] -- His father was not a total stranger to him, but he did not admire the man and idolize him in the way that he did Naniko. She had opened the door of the literary world to him—she had taught him to read. He shook his head to the other man's statement. “Not too often.” Harlowe did not know all of the circumstances behind his birth and why his parents lived in totally different and distant packs. “I don't know if Mother would know,” Harlowe said, sounding disappointed. “Larkspur said she doesn't know a lot about the family.” It was difficult for Harlowe to accept this, but he knew he must—Naniko had not taught him anything about her own heritage, and so she must not have known. If she knew something, she shared it with Harlowe. He listened to the other man with open ears, an absorbent sponge—they had stopped moving and King was looking at him, so this was important. Bright jade-colored eyes peered at the other man and nodded slowly. “You're right. One shouldn't be consumed by interests,” the youth said philosophically, tilting his head to the side. He wasn't sure if he even knew himself—he knew what he liked to do, he knew a lot about books and what was in them, but could he really describe himself? Was that was King even meant? He would have to learn to write, and one day he would write about himself. That was the way to know himself, he was sure. They were off again, and Harlowe fell into step behind King, suddenly quiet with contemplation. .harlowe-scared-text {padding:0px 25px;} .harlowe-scared p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .harlowe-scared b {color:#FFF161; font-weight:bold;} .harlowe-scared {width:420px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/harlowe/harlowe_scared.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:270px 0px 10px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#DF9F21; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 05-21-2010 [html] [/html] - Harlowe D'Angelo - 05-26-2010 [html] we could probably cap this one after your post?! or mine? :O Disappointment flashed across Harlowe's face as King spoke again, and he slowly shook his head from side to side, his chocolate-furred ears lowering almost flat against his head again. “No. He just said he lived here,” the tawny-furred child said lamely, sighing himself. “Even if we don't find him, though,” he said, perking up somewhat. “I'm glad I met you.” It was perhaps the most confident thing the Valley wolf had said all day—he was certain he liked King, and he hoped the feeling was reciprocated. “I'm sorry if I wasted your time,” he said honestly, frowning. Harlowe realized he ought to learn about his father's family as well, but he knew they were all there—his aunts and cousins and everyone lived in Crimson Dreams together, and he could visit all of them at any time. His mother's family, however, was mysteriously absent. It had been just Naniko and his aunt Pontiac until Larkspur had showed up in Harlowe's life. This had intrigued Harlowe, perhaps evident of his persistent interest in books and knowledge rather than people—his father's family was living, and thus he was exposed to everything about them, faults included. He remembered meeting all of them during their family meeting, and he had been utterly overwhelmed by the crowd. .harlowe-scared-text {padding:0px 25px;} .harlowe-scared p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .harlowe-scared b {color:#FFF161; font-weight:bold;} .harlowe-scared {width:420px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/harlowe/harlowe_scared.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:270px 0px 10px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#DF9F21; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 05-28-2010 [html] [/html] - Harlowe D'Angelo - 06-15-2010 [html] FAIL FAIL FAAAAAAAAAIL~~~ The Valley youth had never had a real friend before. His siblings were siblings, not friends—and anyway, he probably wouldn't even like them if he didn't have to. Mother would be really displeased if she found out Harlowe wasn't exactly a huge fan of his sisters; when King expressed his pleasure at having met Harlowe, the youth wondered if he had finally made a friend. He did not dare ask such a silly question aloud, however, and he merely smiled in return, wonder filling his jade-colored eyes. “It's okay. I'll see him again,” the youth said confidently. He was certain of this—even if they didn't find him today, Larkspur would show up eventually, and Harlowe would be able to learn about his family. “Oh, yeah,” he said, turning himself around back toward the direction that they'd come from. “That's really generous of you,” the tawny-furred male said, the chocolate-tip of his tail wavering here and there. “If I want to come back just to visit you, is that okay, too?” he asked. It was sort of an indirect way of asking for friendship—or at least, Harlowe hoped it was. He wasn't certain how blatantly obvious he was being with such an inquiry, or how easily King might be able to see through it. .harlowe-wrong-text {padding:0px 25px;} .harlowe-wrong {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .harlowe-wrong b {color:#485748; font-weight:bold;} .harlowe-wrong {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#2F352E; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/harlowe/harlowe_wrong.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:290px 0px 0px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 06-26-2010 You can have last post / archive? (: [html] [/html] |