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- Cwmfen nic Graine - 08-12-2010 [html] Sorry it took so long to get up! Hopefully this is okay....
.ascend b {font-weight:bold; color:#000007; letter-spacing:.0px; } .ascend-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align:center; } .ascend p {text-indent:20px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px;} .ascend {margin:0 auto; width:330px; background-color:#6f6e70; background-image:url(http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ble_02.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2e2f32; padding: 10px 0px 280px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; color:#2e2f32; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saluce Tremblay - 08-12-2010 [html] Pops the table cherry! 400 words exacto A shower of sparks flew into the air every time the hammer swung down onto the piece of iron forcing it into a shape of his choosing. There was no finesse no soft gentle touch, no it was the grunt of a strong stroke yet again as the behemoth swung down with his hammer to force the stubborn steel into submission. Again and again until the edges of the steel cooled then the hammer would be set aside as the tongs grabbed once again to place the steel back into the forge he had made. Swift strokes at the handmade bellows ensured that the temperature would rise hot enough to again soften the steel so it could be worked once more. The task at hand? A small dagger was being made not for himself but for one called Nayru, the progress had just started and as of yet the iron had not much shape to it. But soon the Blue eyed monster would have a weapon crafted for her growing body. One she could wield as she pleased. The repetition continued until finally he was making progress, finishing another round of hammering Saluce’s icy hues felt the sting of eyes on him. Maybe it was Nayru finding her way into his shop again… ready for another lesson perhaps, or maybe someone else. But he finished his task before setting the hammer and tongs down to look over at the door in a passing glance to see if his suspicions where true. And there she was, standing in the door way. Saluc’es eyes looked almost questioningly at the Dark furred women as if seeing an old friend or honored enemy. For a moment as his form straightened out to its full almost 8 foot frame the wolf stayed silent, mind searching for words to let flow forth. Normally such a problem wasn’t one he had to worry with. “Boujour Madam” his words broke the silence. They were easy enough, a greeting would have to do for now it seemed. He could sense the same spirit in her that lived in him, and although he knew nothing of her he felt as if he had known her for years. “It has been what? A couple of months now?” he scratched his chin in thought, that day wasn’t quite vivid in his head but he couldn’t forget her scent or face. .salucefoundry b {font-weight:bold; color:#F74D1C; letter-spacing:.0px; } .salucefoundry-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:10px; text-align:center; } .salucefoundry p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 8px; margin:0px;} .salucefoundry {margin:0 auto; width:322px; background-color:#150802; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... undry1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0E0A01; padding: 375px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#7E280A; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 08-15-2010 [html] Sorry about the wait! Been traveling across the country, ^=^;; Oh yeah! And she is in Lupus form, in case it was unclear OuO
.ascend b {font-weight:bold; color:#000007; letter-spacing:.0px; } .ascend-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align:center; } .ascend p {text-indent:20px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px;} .ascend {margin:0 auto; width:330px; background-color:#6f6e70; background-image:url(http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ble_02.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2e2f32; padding: 10px 0px 280px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; color:#2e2f32; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saluce Tremblay - 08-16-2010 [html] 318 (sorry had a bit of writers block) For a few breathe moments as the air filtered through his nose those eyes watched her with interest. The she wolf spoke and yet when words normally would flood his mind nothing came but a soft nod of acknowledgement of receiving the message. Soon though his long legs carried him toward a table with a few chairs and one love seat almost meant for those that decided to converse in lupus form. Saluce pulled out a seat for himself as he turned around to offer her a spot at the table. His hand then reached for his thermos to uncork and drink down some chilled water held within. “Would you like a seat? Or some water?” the voice offered her with a quiet reserve to it. She after all had called him wolf which only a handful of people had ever been able to get away with. “I’m afraid the last time we met though, I was not” he framed his muzzle in thought with those large paws before answering “quite myself. So it seems simple things like names and introductions have not taken place yes?” his speech patterns had almost reverted back to a simple French accent, one he used to hide vehemently now he found himself not caring. Speaking English so long had done well to hide the French underneath but sometimes if the listener was paying attention, the accent was there in its brilliant glory. He bowed then “My name es Saluce Tremblay, Former Warrior and Weapon smith to the nobility of Whales. And I said warrior on purpose because I am no Knight” suited he had properly introduced himself to the women he sat down and quickly took another drink of water. The shop was almost too hot for a wolf, with no way to expel heat through his pelt, copious amounts of water where the only relief he attained some days. .salucefoundry b {font-weight:bold; color:#F74D1C; letter-spacing:.0px; } .salucefoundry-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:10px; text-align:center; } .salucefoundry p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 8px; margin:0px;} .salucefoundry {margin:0 auto; width:322px; background-color:#150802; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... undry1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0E0A01; padding: 375px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#7E280A; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] |