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- Alder - 08-20-2010 [html] Ghita ^^ Blue eyes blinked once, then twice as they gaze out onto the water. It was huge. Massive. Enormous. Those being all the words he knew to describe the lake he concluded that it was the largest body of water in the pack lands, and likely the world. How could there be something bigger? It would swallow the entire planet if this lake got any bigger, and he was not ready to learn how to swim. He had just begun venturing out into the world beyond the Manor’s front yard, and he was only a puppy (a large puppy) but only a pup all the same. Big ears swiveled around at he took in the quiet sounds of the lake. He still sat in the thick grasses, not ready to venture out onto the shore yet.
He leaned forward, testing the ground beneath him with a single paw. Ink dipped toes pressed against the mushier peddled ground. He giggled, feeling the water of the lake deep in the shore and the little rocks tickled between his toes. With new found confidence the pup walked out onto the shore. He would stay away from the water, since he didn’t have a partner to swim with nor a teacher to teach him. And he had eaten recently, and remembered some rule about waiting before swimming. His Momma told them many things, and at times she spoke so much he just couldn’t remember everything that she said. He wanted to, and tried so very hard but it was always easy.
The Dreaming pup wandered along the water, careful about the distance he kept, but with a wandering mind as well. A squawk made him pause in his step and he shook his head to clear it, but of course he was curious about what made the noise. It wasn’t the sound of a wolf, nor a horse, and his eyes looked out to see a white round body standing near the water. His tail wagged, and he watched at the thing extended it’s long thin neck and honked at him again. Alder smiled at the other beast, its wings now unfolded and telling him it was a bird.
But it didn’t fly away!
Hello, I’m Alder of Crimsons Dreams. He said brightly to the orange nosed bird, who was waddling over to him. The phrase had been practiced, and said just like his mother had taught him. Finally he would meet a bird, and a big one too. The pup had been trying for days and days, and not he would be able to be friends with one. He honked loudly, and Alder’s smile faded quickly and was replaced with a frightened gasp as the beast’s orange paws beat against the shore, white wings flapping and its body charging right for him.
The pup gave a shriek, turned and ran. .aldertable07a b {font-weight:bold; color:#9fbad9; letter-spacing:1px; } .aldertable07a-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4f4f5b; text-align:right;} .aldertable07a p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .aldertable07a {margin:0 auto; width:350px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... der008.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #808080; padding: 0px 0px 200px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4f4f5b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .aldertable07a-border1 {width:352px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .aldertable07a-line1 {width:310px; border-bottom:1px dotted #111516; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] 300+ - Ghita Marino - 08-20-2010 [html] =D Aww! I think my heart melted. Bowling for fowl! =D
.Ghita03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b94935; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ghita03ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; text-align:right;} .Ghita03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Ghita03 {margin:0 auto; width:389px; background-color:#ece99f; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ghita3.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #636830; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 08-20-2010 [html] ahahahaha! He didn't understand! The bird honked behind him, orange nose extended so far from its little body that he was sure it would snip his tail right off if he didn't run as fast as he possibly could. His little chest heaved air in and out of his lungs, so hard and fast that it began to burn. his legs were numb as he scampered through the gravel like beach sand. He hadn't done a thing to the creature, and introduced himself so nicely. Fear riddled his form and he could feel the tears in his eyes stream across his cheeks.
Again he cried out, so scared that the bird would get him. Back paws pushed, front pulling. The chase felt like it took hours, though it was only a few moments long and the swan had only chased him down the shore a small ways before the adult came to save him. It was like a miracle, like his wishes had been made truth and like she had come from no where to scare off the angry beast.
Alder fell to the ground, turning on his belly and closing his eyes while the battle between wolf and fowl ensued. Round body moved up and down as he caught his breath, eyes sealed tight. A female voice called to him, and he opened on eye bravely. He sat up, sniffing as the tears came freely now. He looked away from the female, wishing that she was his Momma. Her name made him look up to her face, blue eyes glassy from his crying and he recognized her. He nodded, still very upset that the bird had been so unfriendly.
Hello Gihita He said, remembering his manners but forgetting her questions. Still he cried, trying to sit so very still and not understanding what he had done. His shoulder shook slightly, even with his effort to stop them. .aldertable08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#281708; letter-spacing:1px; } .aldertable08-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#d7c5b6; text-align:center;} .aldertable08 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .aldertable08-border1 {width:365px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .aldertable08-line1 {width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #5e4228; margin:0 auto 10px auto;} .aldertable08 {margin:0 auto; width:363px; background-color:#48321e; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... able08.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #d7c5b6; padding: 210px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#d7c5b6; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] 300+ - Ghita Marino - 08-20-2010 [html] Aww, Alder! D: *cuddlessqueezesuntileverythingisbetter*
.Ghita03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b94935; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ghita03ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; text-align:right;} .Ghita03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Ghita03 {margin:0 auto; width:389px; background-color:#ece99f; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ghita3.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #636830; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 08-20-2010 [html] :3 No, he shouldn't have done that. Of course he wasn't sure what he had done in the first place but his actions had definitely been all wrong. It would have been best if he had greeted from further away, a friendlier distance as his mother would say. Alder shook slightly from the shock of it all, sniffling as Ghita gave a small lick to his head, assuring that the bird would not be coming back. He wished he was as brave as the wolfess, wished that he hadn't turned tail and ran like a baby. The pup shuffled closer, still half seated, wanting to be between the wolf's front legs and leaned into her with a black paw resting on her larger one. His tears had subsided and he was able to speak between the sniffles. I fought that I was being nice. He claimed, speaking of the bird's negative reaction to his greeting. I saids my name and everythings. I donts understand He claimed, looking up at the female's face and feeling better now that he was at her feet. His shoulders heaved one last time as he took a big needed breath, climbing the mountain of fear and emotion that had overwhelmed him so suddenly. Her voice came down to him again, and the pup nodded his head at the name of his mother. He wanted her, though Ghita was doing very well as a replacement. He did certainly remembered her, and knew that she was a friend of his mommas, though the mere scent of the pack on her coat was enough to calm most of his anxiety now. Alder waited until she said it was time to go, his rounded body no longer shaking from the adrenaline. Blue eyes blinked up at the older female, glad that she had arrived before the bird had eaten his tail. The thin appendage wagged slightly now as his head rested against her leg. .aldertable10 b {font-weight:bold; color:#a2aea1; letter-spacing:1px; } .aldertable10-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1b251a; text-align:center;} .aldertable10 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .aldertable10 {margin:0 auto; width:371px; background-color:#2b5940; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... der10a.png); background-position:bottom top; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a2aea1; padding: 200px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1b251a; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .aldertable10-border1 {width:373px; border:1px solid #494637; margin:0 auto;} .aldertable10-line1 {width:341px; border-bottom:1px solid #214531; margin:0 auto 2px auto;} </style> [/html] 300+ - Ghita Marino - 08-20-2010 [html] Just when I think the boy can't get any cuter...
.Ghita03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b94935; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ghita03ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; text-align:right;} .Ghita03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Ghita03 {margin:0 auto; width:389px; background-color:#ece99f; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ghita3.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #636830; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 08-21-2010 [html] hehehe! XD She was solid and warm against his side as he leaned into the older wolf. He felt the shaking and the fear seep out of his paws and into the ground beneath him. The tears had begun to dry and when he felt the nose on his head he could close his eyes and pretend that it was his mother what he leaned against and asked comfort from. She did that all the time, pressing her nose against his forehead as if she would be able to take all the unhappy thoughts right out of his head.
Blue eyes opened and looked up at the females teal blue and green eyes as she spoke. He had tried to be nice, her certainly had. Her words made sense, but he was upset that the bird couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. He spoke to the little birds all the time and then seemed to ignore him too. He nodded, Oh He said with pure disappointment in his tone. Shoulders heaved heavily as his gave a defeated sigh. Maybe no one would understand him. Her praise made his tail wag, glad that he at lest done the right thing. Now he truly suspected that it was the swan that had been in the wrong and not him.
He would be happy to be home, in the Manor and away from any more orange nosed and pawed creatures. His chest swelled slightly, unlike his brother it was only a slight amount of pride but he still owned some. I’s can walk he said, though deep down he wanted to be carried. The big round pup took his paw off the larger one and stood to now solid black accented legs. He felt better now that the shock was gone from his system and gave a little shake that ended with his thin tail waving and his back paws shaking out one at a time as if he was trying to dry them.
Es wreally big. He said, voice still quiet but only a whisper as to not alarm any near by swans. But his eyes were bright as they turned to see Ghita, tears gone completely. .aldertable03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e8d9d4; letter-spacing:1px; } .aldertable03-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4c3c38; text-align:center;} .aldertable03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .aldertable03 {margin:0 auto; width:329px; background-color:#be998b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... able03.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #e8d9d4; padding: 180px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4c3c38; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .aldertable03-border1 {width:331px; border:1px solid #4c3c38; margin:0 auto;} .aldertable03-line1 {width:200px; border-bottom:1px solid #d1b3a8; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] 300+ - Ghita Marino - 08-21-2010 [html] X3
.Ghita03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b94935; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ghita03ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; text-align:right;} .Ghita03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Ghita03 {margin:0 auto; width:389px; background-color:#ece99f; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ghita3.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #636830; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 08-21-2010 [html] Birds were funny things. They sang songs instead of speak with words like wolves, and they lived in trees, and had feathers and could fly. The swan was unlike the other song birds that Alder knew about, bigger for one but then its honking didn’t sound like a song at all. He had been ugly and mean and Alder wished they had never met. But Ghita’s explanation was helping him understand, and the idea that the words that he said did not sound the same in the swans ears. Of course it didn’t even seem to have ears, but that was a question for another day. Alder smiled at the thought of being friends with the bird, if they could understand each other. He would have liked to touch the orange feet of the birds, their didn’t seem to be any fur on them, and such a funny thing had to feel funny too. But, alas, they could not be friends. I’d be scareds too He commented soflty, not understanding completely that his fear had been brought on because there was a language barrier between the two species.
The pup nodded his head, figuring that the walk wouldn’t be too long and sure that he wouldn’t tried a single bit. Of course he didn’t understand that Ghita herself was in discomfort, he didn’t exactly noticed the wolfess’ odd posture. His eyes were looking at the detail on her face and fur when he glanced at her, not truly taking in the full picture. He was happy that she was here and glad that he could stick close to her as they walked. He stunk around her front right paw as they made their way, letting her lead them and thinking only about her presence and his own footing (making sure not to fall) rather then the direction. Adults always knew best.
Alder looked up at the sound of her voice, taking in the idea of crossing the ocean. He knew that the lake was surrounded by land all around and the sea was not. The sea had whales and sharks and seahorses. The lake had fish and ducks, and apparently swans. He was quiet baffled at the someone could cross the lake, let alone the sea. How’ds j’you do that? He asked, watching his paws step over a twig and then looking back at the adult, bafflement in his gaze and brown ear perked forward with great interest. The memory of the swan would remain with him, but for the moment it was lost as they spoke. .alder09 b {font-weight:bold; color:#1e6dbe; letter-spacing:1px; } .alder09-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#546449; text-align:center;} .alder09 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .alder09 {margin:0 auto; width:362px; background-color:#b0c6a7; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... lder09.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 0px 0px 200px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#546449; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .alder09-border1 {width:364px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .alder09-line1 {width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #8fa686; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> 300+ [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-23-2010 [html] X3
.Ghita03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b94935; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ghita03ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; text-align:right;} .Ghita03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Ghita03 {margin:0 auto; width:389px; background-color:#ece99f; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ghita3.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #636830; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 08-23-2010 [html]
There was always something to learn about, the world being so big and all. It wasn’t easy for him to always accept these new things, accept that he hadn’t learned yet. Again and again it happened and though Alder liked to learn he was so very easily overwhelmed. The swan had taught him something very important, and though he would continue to try to talk to those around him, even if it was just a little chatter, the bird had told him that he wouldn’t always be accepted in these trials. Some would like him, other wouldn’t. Some would ignore him just like the little song birds, while other fear him like the swan. Alder didn’t think himself to be anything that was scared, not understanding fully that his timid gentle personality did not mask the big rumpus body that he owned.
This new idea that someone could travel over water was another mind boggling thought. He looked out onto he lake, trying to imagine it and finding him mind empty. Ghita began to explain and he looked up at her, ears against his crown and eyes pools of dreamy blue and filled with wonderment. All of these things were new for Alder, a boat, the sea, something that ran on top of the water and battled waves. The only waves he had ever seen were on the lake, and nothing that a boat runner could be frightened of.
He didn’t know what to say, baffled and in awe at her story. It was unreal, and he looked back to the path in order to gather his puppy thoughts. Black tinted paws stepped carefully over the uneven ground, still not noticing the uneven gait of the wolfess beside him. And just as he could accept any oddity that might come from her walking Alder accepted this knew understanding of the sea, after a little bit of thought. Dids you see a whale? He asked as he looked back up at the female. .aldertable04 b {font-weight:bold; color:#bbbfc4; letter-spacing:1px; } .aldertable04-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4e4f55; text-align:right;} .aldertable04 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .aldertable04 {margin:0 auto; width:336px; background-color:#8e8ca8; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... able04.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #bbbfc4; padding: 0px 0px 320px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4e4f55; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .aldertable04-border1 {width:338px; border:1px solid #4e4f55; margin:0 auto;} .aldertable04-line1 {width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #9f9db2; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> 300+ [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-25-2010 [html] Daw, Ghita's all excited now!
.Ghita03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b94935; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ghita03ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; text-align:right;} .Ghita03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Ghita03 {margin:0 auto; width:389px; background-color:#ece99f; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ghita3.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #636830; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 08-25-2010 [html] ^^ He just couldn’t help but feel amazed by the female’s stories. They were things he had never see before, not even heard of. It was like they were from another world, his puppy mind was moldable and easy to accept these new things thought. He wanted to know more and was expecting even more amazing things that Ghita could share. He couldn’t picture a body of water bigger then the Rabbit’s Lake, his eyes big and round as he tried to.
Had she, had she? He thought over and over again. Whale were supposed to be things so big that they wouldn’t have been able to fit in the Manor. They were things that lived in the ocean and drank salt water. They were something more amazing then Adler would ever truly know, the prospect was overwhelming. Of course the pup was disappointed that the woman hadn’t met a whale, and too immature and inexperienced to stop the feelings from surfacing.
He wasn’t sure what to say, not wanting to make her feel bad or to show he disappointment though his words. A bit anxious Alder simply walked along until she spoke again. The idea didn’t sink deeply into her mind at first, and he was sure what she meant. But at a second examination he understood! He looked brightly up at the female, his smile bigger then Ghita had ever likely seen it. Thin tail wagged almost violently, it impaired his walk beside the female. Okay! He said, trying to far to control his excitement that he found it hard to breath. .aldertable11 b {font-weight:bold; color:#a5a5a5; letter-spacing:1px; } .aldertable11-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#666666; text-align:right;} .aldertable11 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .aldertable11 {margin:0 auto; width:336px; background-color:#e8e8e8; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... lder12.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #666666; padding: 180px 0px 15px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#666666; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .aldertable11-border1 {width:338px; border:1px solid #e8e8e8; margin:0 auto;} .aldertable11-line1 {width:325px; border-bottom:1px dotted #878787; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-27-2010 [html] :3
.Ghita03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b94935; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ghita03ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; text-align:right;} .Ghita03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Ghita03 {margin:0 auto; width:389px; background-color:#ece99f; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ghita3.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #636830; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 08-28-2010 [html] His small puppy brain was not formatted to remember everything, but he would be able to keep these moments. Though there would be many days where Alder would forget. He would forget the times when Ghita had saved his tail from an orange beak and when they had sat on the porch together. But they would never be forgotten forever. A smell or a wandering mind and a day dream might take him back, a conversation that spoke of fowl or of rescuing or of being chased might bring him back to this day. But for the moment he simply walked beside Ghita, his eyes on the path and his simple mind focusing on his gait as well as the ideas that the older female brought to him.
Such a journey was still beyond his understanding. He didn’t have much of an idea of how large the world really was. His blue eyes has yet to examine a map, nor see a globe and come to realize that his home was nothing but the smallest speck of space on a huge planet. But, he was able to understand that it had taken a long long time, much longer then a day or even two and it was an ocean that they had to cross.
Alder hoped to see the sea, and his mind draw images of what it looked like. He had never seen the shoreline and the waves. Such things would certainly frighten the timid male, who despite his size would always have an anxious and unsure persona, if they were at their highest tide. But he would dream of seashells, sand between his toes and sea birds with their throaty calls. He pup’s ears were the window to his emotions, just as much as the lines of his face and just as uncontrollable. They moved down, the need to be submissive in more of a pleading way overwhelming. Wreally? He spoke, still needing for her to tell him again that yes she would keep her word. How far es it? He piped as he turned from begging to curious. Silently he wondered if they could go now, having no idea where the sea even sat. .alder09 b {font-weight:bold; color:#1e6dbe; letter-spacing:1px; } .alder09-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#546449; text-align:center;} .alder09 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .alder09 {margin:0 auto; width:362px; background-color:#b0c6a7; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... lder09.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 0px 0px 200px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#546449; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .alder09-border1 {width:364px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .alder09-line1 {width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #8fa686; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> 300+ [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-29-2010 [html] <3
.Ghita03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b94935; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ghita03ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; text-align:right;} .Ghita03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Ghita03 {margin:0 auto; width:389px; background-color:#ece99f; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ghita3.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #636830; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 08-29-2010 [html]
Alder always felt small even though his body was not. Compared to his brothers he was much beefier, taller and bigger in just about ever yway. But he didn’t think he was, though he would soon look down at them, he always felt like the smallest of the litter. Oak’s courage, and Cypress’ outgoing nature always outmatched Alder’s fearful and unsure personality. It was true that beside the grown wolfess he was nothing but a fraction, but he felt like a half of a half of a half and then half of that. Her voice was like she was calling from a tower, and yet the warmth of her breath and her smile were so very close. He paused just as she did, staying in stride with Ghita just as he did with his Momma. And just as she struggled to get a comfortable seat Alder fell on his rump.
Her words made his smile widen, and his tail waving behind him so excitedly. His voice was pretty lost in the anticipation that came over him, it felt like there was nothing on earth that he wanted to do more. He couldn’t wait! And the question was still unanswered, how long would it take?? Could they go now? Alder hadn’t heard anything thus far that would make him believe that they couldn’t but he waited with patience for the female to explain it to him.
Oh, it was far. Alder felt a bit sadden by the fact. The pup grew worried at her claim, believing it well enough and unsure if such a thing was even possible. It had taken him most of the day to venture here, hadn’t it? He wondered as he glanced up at the sky to see where the Sun sat, he mother had taught him to look to the bright face to see the time. A whole day? He was astonished and felt a bit deflated. Thass a lonnng time. He told the woman. He had never been so far from home, Momma wouldn’t like it. He had only just been able to leave the porch, the mindful whelp didn’t think he had graduated to far away adventures quite yet. .aldertable08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#281708; letter-spacing:1px; } .aldertable08-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#d7c5b6; text-align:center;} .aldertable08 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .aldertable08-border1 {width:365px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .aldertable08-line1 {width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #5e4228; margin:0 auto 10px auto;} .aldertable08 {margin:0 auto; width:363px; background-color:#48321e; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... able08.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #d7c5b6; padding: 210px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#d7c5b6; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> 300+ [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-30-2010 [html] Ghita's mind is scheming and imaginative... XD
.Ghita03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b94935; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ghita03ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; text-align:right;} .Ghita03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Ghita03 {margin:0 auto; width:389px; background-color:#ece99f; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ghita3.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #636830; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 08-31-2010 [html] maybe we should wrap this up? ^^ With experience Alder would come to realize that their kind had the stamina to run further and longer then he could ever imagine in his puppy days. Miles could be covered in mere hours, territories crossed in less then an afternoon’s time. But now his world was so small that it seemed impossible to simple travel an entire day, and survive. His bulky form was growing tired now, his nap time gaining on him quickly.
Alder blinked heavily, looking up at the pretty woman’s face and wondering what sort of plan she was creating. He knew that an adults mind was far more complex then his own, for Momma knew so much and the masked boy knew that Ghita knew just as much, and her plan was likely something he wouldn’t have been able to follow to completion. But, though he had a little more developing to do he cocked his head curiously. Ears laid against his head so often that it was like he couldn’t make them stand straight and they did so now in with his feeling of unknowing.
Was it a surprise? He wondered, and he grew a bit excited at the thought. The pup thought of his mother, and he so suddenly felt a wash of thick longing come over him. He missed her presence, and though the other fey was a perfect mother figure she wasn’t His Momma and he wanted the pale gray woman to touch his forehead with her nose, and for his face to fall in the soft fur of her tummy. He spoke, his tone high and the desperation for his dam vivid and obvious. Likes Momma? He asked. Alder inhaled deeply, feeling a yawn tickling the corners of his mouth. Yet it was rude to yawn in the face of a friend. .alder11 b {font-weight:bold; color:#99ad5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .alder11-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#454135; text-align:center;} .alder11 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .alder11 {margin:0 auto; width:369px; background-color:#d6d9c8; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... er11-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 150px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#454135; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .alder11-border1 {width:371px; border:1px solid #454135; margin:0 auto;} .alder11-line1 {width:339px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b9be9f; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> 300+ [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-31-2010 [html] Sure! This'll be my last post. Thanks for the great thread!
.Ghita03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b94935; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ghita03ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; text-align:right;} .Ghita03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Ghita03 {margin:0 auto; width:389px; background-color:#ece99f; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ghita3.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #636830; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636830; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] |