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- Addison - 01-11-2011 [html] She hadn’t thought that it would take her so long to reach this stupid pack. If she’d known, she probably wouldn’t have wasted the effort. Addison had forgotten that snow would hinder her and the longer she had walked, the more tired she had become of walking through it. She had thought of trying to knit some kind of a shoe or snow boot to keep her feet warmer (she almost always had cold hands and feet, even in the summer,) but she hadn’t been able to figure it out yet. She had made her mittens, hat, and scarf, though, which she wore on this day. They weren’t flashy or anything, a dull gray in coloration. She’d taken and carded wool from both a black sheep and a white sheep and had mixed them together and had come up with a somewhat black, somewhat white scarf. The color didn’t matter much to her; she was a simple girl when it came to material possessions, preferring to live rustically in the farming Valley pack.
- Fiachra Gervase - 01-14-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> #fiajames01 { width:400px;border:1px solid #000000;background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... atab-1.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:210px;background-position:bottom center;background-color:#ffedf2; } #fiajames01 p { text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-size:10px;color:#39171f } #fiajames01 .ooc { text-align:center;font-style:italic; } #fiajames01 .speak { color:#a60017;font-weight:bold; } </style> SSWM: 384. Fiachra was patrolling the borders. Not because it was her duty, but simply because she had nothing better to do with her time right now. She had set up a small make-shift distillery in her room, and the fire was making it far too warm in there. She would have to go back and check on the progress of her now-cooling alcohol soon, but for now, she sat by the borders with a book and flipped idly through it, having read it far too many times. Okay, so this wasn't exactly patrolling, but hey, she had gotten up and paced a few times! It was something to do, at least, while she waited for the Golden Fairy to finish. She hoped to take a guest in sometime soon, perhaps Naniko again, and she would need alcohol for the occasion. Then again... Naniko had sorely overdone it last time they had drank together, and had fucked herself up decently, and shattered a glass bottle besides. Perhaps she would dilute it next time. Then again.. she had, surely, enjoyed caring for her snow white queen. Not that she would ever wish harm upon her for the sake of caring for her, but nonetheless... Her mind was preoccupied with distilling and Naniko and medical technique when an unfamiliar scent met her nose, followed by the sound of a call from a little way off. She raises her eyes from her book slowly, a glint of something dangerous in her eyes. Someone dared come near her pack's territory? Aw, hell no. She stood up, slipping her book into the bag on the ground while the girl was still far enough away to not see her, and wrapped her rosary around her wrist, holding the large, sharpened crucifix in her hand, should she need to defend herself. She stepped directly in front of the girl and glared, lightning in her icy, blue eyes. She did not take well to intruders, and this one didn't look like a joiner - they were from Phoenix Valley, like Pripyat had been, by the scent. "Foreigner. Why have you come to this place?" Her eyes stayed glued, jaw tightened, and she kept her weapon at her side, but it was a sure threat - 'come closer, invade my home, see what happens.' - Addison - 01-17-2011 [html] She was trying not to show that she was super pissed about Grace’s disappearance, but that was hard for her to do. As she sat there at the border and became more familiar with the scents she could pick Grace’s out. Now that she realized who it was that had made that particular scent she couldn’t believe she’d missed it. She raged silently against a few of the things in her immediate area, slashing at a tree with her knife and pulling up a few odd tufts of grass from the ground. It was dead and came up easily in her hands, and she threw it back down on the ground. She didn’t need this pack’s scent all over her hands when she went back to the Valley. Addison rolled around in the snow a little to try and cure her boredom and rage as the scent of her sister became more clear to her, wiping her hands off in the snow as well.
- Fiachra Gervase - 01-18-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> #fiajames01 { width:400px;border:1px solid #000000;background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... atab-1.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:210px;background-position:bottom center;background-color:#ffedf2; } #fiajames01 p { text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-size:10px;color:#39171f } #fiajames01 .ooc { text-align:center;font-style:italic; } #fiajames01 .speak { color:#a60017;font-weight:bold; } </style> SSWM: 212. Fiachra took the girl in, her eyes still narrowed dangerously. She didn't have a good feeling about this, for some reason. She had always been a little overly defensive, and she knew that well and fine, but she didn't feel like it was out of place this time. She relaxed her arm a little, content that this girl at least didn't have intentions of attacking her, and looked her over slowly. Her words were calm, perhaps even a little disrespectful in how casual she was, but she was right about one thing - she had not trespassed. Fiachra was mildly disappointed. She'd like to wipe the smugness out of this girl, and maybe some after that too. Instead, she wrapped the rosary around her wrist a few times and let the bladed crucifix hang by her hand, and extended her non-weaponed hand to the girl in stiff greeting. "I'm not huffy, girl. I'm defending my borders, as anyone who knows what it is to be in a pack would do." Her words were edged; clearly, she implied that, by deeming her 'huffy,' this girl did not know how to be part of a pack. She continued. "As you wish. I'm Fiachra. Who are you, and what business have you with Anathema?" - Addison - 01-24-2011 [html] She liked to see what kind of a reaction she could elicit out of others. She didn’t mind awkward situations much and didn’t often care about what others thought of her. Addison wasn’t usually so outright rude to a stranger, but today was Fiachra’s day apparently. She had never had to worry about much of anything besides doing basic pack duties; her father was the leader of her pack and as long as she kept out of the way and kept doing her job she was fulfilling her pack duties. She did occasionally find other wolves at the border, but she wasn’t all huffy at them or cold. Sometimes they were joiners, after all. With that kind of attitude one would scare all the joiners away!
- Fiachra Gervase - 02-16-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> #fiajames01 { width:400px;border:1px solid #000000;background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... atab-1.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:210px;background-position:bottom center;background-color:#ffedf2; } #fiajames01 p { text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-size:10px;color:#39171f } #fiajames01 .ooc { text-align:center;font-style:italic; } #fiajames01 .speak { color:#a60017;font-weight:bold; } </style> Sorry for the wait. The mocking tone was not appreciated. She glared irritably, waiting for information from the female wolf. Her eyes were alight with frustration as she got the information she so desired; ah, a heroine, come to save her poor, lost sister. A laugh caught in the back of her throat and the resulting sound was higher, colder than expected. Her eyes were narrowed as she watched the other female - Addison, she'd said. Seeking Grace D'Angelo? So far as Fiachra could tell, Grace would be related to Naniko somehow, although she couldn't imagine how. That meant Addison would also be related to Nani. Fiachra held her ground but didn't advance again; the last thing she needed was her snow white queen in a fuss about her injuring a family member. She might have fucked her pack leader, but she sure as hell wasn't about to piss her off nonetheless. She didn't believe herself to be special enough to escape the wrath of an irritated Naniko. Nobody was that special. Instead, she answered slowly, thoughtfully, her words carefully cut up before spoken. "I do believe Grace is here, yes," she replied, her voice curt but not unfriendly. She understood looking after family; she would do the same for her own sister. It was clear that Addison was older than her sister, as she had described the girl as a pup, which Addison herself clearly was not. She thought the name was familiar; a newcomer, no doubt. "I can't be certain, but if you'd like to come in and find her, have a chat..." She paused; should she be inviting strange wolves into Anathema territory? She sized Addison up; the girl was right, she was unarmed and looked harmless enough. "...You're welcome to do so." Fiachra finished, standing aside to show her willingness to let the girl pass. - Addison - 02-21-2011 [html] She wasn't really sure if the pack leader knew who she was or even that she existed. Cerulean was a cousin of Naniko's if she was thinking right...Addi wasn't sure. The tales that her alabaster father had told her as a pup had long since left her memory. She wasn't too sure about anything that he or Dierdre had told her in the past any longer.
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