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- Marika Russo - 08-17-2010 For Spyridon. [html] Hai
Marika had never paused to consider just how big the Russo family was. She knew that there were large communities of her relatives in Russia, but until she had been struck by a fancy to meet them again - leading to her abandoning her pack once more and paying dearly for it - she had never really paused to think if they wanted to see her. Her only relationship to them was through her father, whose devotion was something she admired and secretly wished to mimic. However, now that she was back and sick of circling Cour des Miracles, hoping to see her grandfather, afraid of seeing Vigilante and admitting that once again, she had deserted the only family she knew. It all felt so confusing and for once, she resented her mother for leaving. Because now, when she wanted family the most, there was no on to comfort her. Moving north, she steered clear of Dahlian territory and headed where the smell of coyotes rang strong. She circled their pack lands, admiring the skulls. They didn't frighten her, oddly enough. They were done as a warning, perhaps, but she knew she had nothing to fear. The beatings she had received in recent times, the marks for which she still bore, were nothing like this. This was merely a call to stay away. There had been no warning for her, and she felt the familiar nightmare tug at her consciousness. She fought it, though, focusing instead on the intricate designs of the skulls, the way they screamed in their frozen agony. It was beautiful. Curious now, Marika sat down and crossed her legs. Her eyes, mismatched but wide in wonder, stared at the skulls, for a moment completely forgetting where she was and just how much pain she was hiding behind her childish curiosity. .mari .ooc {font-style:italic;} .mari p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:15px;} .mari b {color:#9bb25c; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .mari {background-color:#2b3c2f; background-image:url(http://img641.imageshack.us/img641/7859/marika.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:373px 0px 5px 0px; border:1px solid #6f7a71; font-family:lucida; font-size:12px; color:#000; letter-spacing: 1px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; } .mari-border {width:452px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } .mari .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dashed #6f7a71; margin:5px auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Spyridon Russo - 08-19-2010 [html] Hello :3 336 ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
.oceans-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#acd6ed; letter-spacing:1px; } .oceans-a01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:1px;} .oceans-a01 p {text-indent:10px; padding:0px 10px; margin:0px;} .oceans-a01 {margin:0 auto; width:383px; background-color:#416b91; background-image:url(http://img832.imageshack.us/img832/6743/souls33.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #000000; padding: 10px 0px 205px 0px; font-family:cambria, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#0e2c5c; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Marika Russo - 08-20-2010 [html] Although the skulls were intricate in their designs and utterly fascinating, the terror in which she had lived for several weeks had taken root in Marika's mind. The smallest sounds were enough to make her jump and though she loathed to admit it, she was far more wary of strangers now. So, despite her reverie, she was alert enough to hear someone else approaching. She remained perfectly still, her ears pricked and her body taut as a coil. She could flee, if necessary. She could run as far away as possible, because confrontation had never been her strong suit and she was afraid of being hurt again. Fear may be a cowardly thing to admit to, but right now that was all she had. No family, no protection, no way to fight. Standing up suddenly, she turned to the source of the noise and stopped dead in her tracks. He was... tall. Dark. With strange markings. He frightened her, but not because he was overtly aggressive. He was a male and for now, Marika didn't know who to trust. But his paw seemed injured and months of caring for packmates left her feeling ambiguous about such things. She wanted to tend his wounds, but the smell around him warned her that he belonged to the coyotes and might not take kindly to her intrusion. "I did not mean to intrude." Her voice was soft and her tail tucked between her legs, a clear sign that she meant what she said. "If you think I am a danger, then I vill leave. I vas just... resting." Her body was easy proof that she was tired, that she needed rest and that, truly, she posed no danger. Marika could only hope that her meek manner of being would be enough to save her this time. table by kahilli - Spyridon Russo - 09-04-2010 [html] I am sooo sorry for the wait!! *showers in cookies* School has started again and it is unbearably hard to keep up with Spy’s threads as well as Ever’s. Please forgive me! ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
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