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- Flint Minera - 01-26-2011 [html] I am so terrible at RPing!! I used to be good at belting out posts with ease and enjoyment and now it's a struggle. Can anybody offer me advice or at least encouragement? P.s. I will let the replier decide what the odor is and where it is coming from, whether it be from their character or anything else! NOTE: I have already apologized to the writer of the 'home is wherever i'm with you' thread, but I just wanted to let people know I didn't intentionally almost copy Magnolia's thread title. Honest mistake from my muddled subcontinents. x_x Chapter 2
The she-wolf leaned on the main entrance as morning light pooled in her eyes and bathed her fur in an orange glow. It was a warm refrain from yesterday's overcast misery. It would be gone soon though, so she soaked ferociously until her body heaved with heat. What torturous pleasure to feel summer's sweet breath amidst the dead of winter! Pleasure finally gave way to inescapable torture as the sun climbed into the clouds leaving the earth cold and dark. Flint was no exception. She too climbed into her dark cave home to escape the outside. She was one of the lucky few in the world with a home in the heart of the Earth. As she scurried like a pudgy little mole through the hallways she ran her paws against the walls and enjoyed the scratchy yet flowing music it created. She hummed quietly to the tune not minding that her voice complemented the sound of fingernails scraping rock. She was headed towards the pack's common room, but she stopped short when a new odor shimmied through her nostrils and gripped her attention. The scratchy flow of claw-on-wall ceased and she focused with still silence on the mysterious odor floating through the tunnel... 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Nico edit: Thanks! I didn't even realize it. Tammi: You're welcome. 8D And you can delete this conversation now that you've read it. XD - Theodore Stone - 01-27-2011 [html] ooc;; <333 hallo! He'd settled into the new rank of Marbas nicely, if he did say so himself. Of course, he knew there were weak areas that he had to work on- more specifically his throwing weapons were pretty piss poor. He could throw the knives made especially for this kind of combat, but the accuracy was shocking. Charles Stone hadn't trained his sons in long distant battle and therefore both of the Stone boys were weak with a bow and throwing knives. He was also pretty bad at the slingshot, but that wasn't too much of a problem. He supposed that the whole point of advancing in a rank tier was so that you learned more about your trade, and if you were already the best you couldnt learn any more. He didnt have any throwing knives, but he was planning a trip to Halifax soon to see if he could find any. Perhaps he could tempt Demi into coming with him. word count;; 646 .theo-d21 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-d21 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-d21 b {color:#1A2724; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-d21 {background-color:#95C2B8; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#486861; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 240px 0px; } .theo-d21-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Flint Minera - 01-27-2011 [html] 349← Word Count :: Allo allo! *uses Sie's sexy css. OoOoOh *eyesparkle* From somewhere among the pack chambers she heard the dampened creak of a door- a sound she was not yet used to -and jumped out of her skin. It was followed by solid footsteps she did not yet recognize. It sounded as if a giant approached, but Flint wasn‘t ready to meet someone yet larger than Liev or Naniko. Her stomach churned sickeningly as she merely stood there awaiting what may come. The soft thud grew louder until she was forced to gulp back a ball of fear. She waited… and waited. The sound was upon her, and the scent of multiple furs filled her nose, but she saw nothing! Flint jumped out of her skin for a second time when a voice like a volcano erupted from the lamp-flickering room. She squinted here and there until she finally made out the blurred white of the speaker‘s markings, but (to her relief) she could not make out the exact size or shape of his figure. Black and mostly black wolves had quite an advantage in the cave‘s lack of light, especially against the she-wolf‘s weak eyesight. “Um, the smell. I don't know but I think it's coming from somewhere closer to the storage rooms over there..." She turned instinctively to the right where her nose told her to look, and confirmed with a nod. "Yes, it's wafting out from there." So strong it was that it was almost physically present. She could practically see the pungent, death-like waves rolling through the atmosphere in shades of puke green and decayed brown and dried-blood red. The odor tantalized the she-wolf, who lived in a world of rich smells, and she severely craved to discover the mystery that befuddled the both of them. "I'm Flint. Are you coming?" Something deep within the girl had taken over, and she made her way to the storage room entrance without so much as glancing back at the terrifying, mostly invisible male. She had all but forgotten the predatory stench coming off of his character, physically and verbally, thanks to the likewise stench she now investigated. .free-blanktext {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; border-bottom:1px solid #000000;} .free-blanktext .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; } .free-blanktext .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .free-blanktext .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .free-blanktext p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .free-blanktext b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Theodore Stone - 01-28-2011 [html] ooc;; maybe a dead racoon in the food storage room? haha <333 He could smell the stench of fear before he could even really see the girl at all. It was ironic that she was scared of the man in the dark, mostly because she was right to be scared. Or at least, she would be well within her rights to be scared if she were male and trespassing. But she was Anatheman, she was family by all standards. Naniko had accepted her into the pack and all Anathemans shared at least a little bit of blood. It made them all family, made them all connected in a way that was irreversable. If one was to ever leave for some reason, but chose to return, they would always be welcomed back with no need for the formalities of joining in the first place. They could simply waltz into the pack dens and settle once more. That was what family did for each other, and the fear coming off the female right now was a little disheartening. word count;; 602 .theo-d21 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-d21 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-d21 b {color:#1A2724; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-d21 {background-color:#95C2B8; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#486861; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 240px 0px; } .theo-d21-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Flint Minera - 02-01-2011 [html] 349← Word Count :: I am a no good rotten liar. Forgive? *puppy eyes* Once arrived she made overly dramatic gagging noises and covered her nose. Being at ground zero was a lot harder to deal with than being a hall away from it. Odoriferous molecules traffic-jammed her already sensitive nostrils and confused her. The smell was that of feces and guts and rot and delicious food and dirt and rock and stale air and Theodore-musk and everything in between."JESUS, Theo, I have never smelled anything worse." Luckily she had not noticed the new nickname she deemed him with otherwise she might worry incessantly if he minded. She looked around and saw nothing but blurry shapes peeking out from blackness. "Can we get some light? There have to be matches around here. I think I smell some torches in that corner, she walked to the respective corner and grabbed one with a satisfactory smile, "There. Matches...matches...matches. BLAAAHG CAN'T SMELL WORTH SHIT." She was very frustrated by being nose-handicapped, since it was always her most reliable sense. In regular circumstances she could have definitely smelled out a box of matches by now. She huffed and turned to where the darkness-cloaked man stood to see if he knew of any matches. .free-blanktext {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; border-bottom:1px solid #000000;} .free-blanktext .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; } .free-blanktext .divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .free-blanktext .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .free-blanktext p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .free-blanktext b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Theodore Stone - 02-14-2011 [html] ooc;; <333 The stench was coming out of the cold storage room in wafts and it was beginning to overwhelm the man. He didnt know what to do and the little female beside him seemed to be running out of air. On another day, in another light, this probably would have been hilarious to the man. But it had disrupted his sleep and now he was unable to go back to sleep until he knew it was out of their home. They both moved forward with caution but trying to aim for haste- while they were both a little concerned about what was in there they also really didnt want to smell it anymore. She spoke, calling him Theo as Demi did. He wondered about that, he'd always thought his nickname amusing and ironic. However, he had to agree with what she was saying as he flung his arm over his face, burying his nose in the crook of his elbow. word count;; 396 .theo-d21 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-d21 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-d21 b {color:#1A2724; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-d21 {background-color:#95C2B8; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#486861; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 240px 0px; } .theo-d21-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] |