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- Theodore Stone - 02-05-2011 [html] Phosphagos Foothills && Just outside of Anathema borders. Anyone involved in the avalanche thread, just gloss over details- assume it went well! They had been struck. The day before yesterday had started mostly cold and windy. But the evening, snow had begun to fall on the already white-coated ground. Of course, it had set pretty quickly having already had the base coat of slick snow to settle on. There wasnt anything to suspect that it wouldnt just be a normal snowstorm. The wind had picked up in th evening and the snow had gotten heavier. Most of the wolves of Anathema had retreated into the caves- most stuck together to keep warm. It was no surprise that the stone caves did not retain heat very well and Teddy had spent most of that night before last in the general common room with others That didnt mean that trouble couldnt get them. It certainly had. .teddyfreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#801b13; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #9b9894; } .teddyfreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3b2e25; text-align:center;} .teddyfreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .teddyfreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:480px; background-color:#9b9894; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... eeb01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #dcd7d2; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3b2e25; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .teddyfreebe01-border1 {width:482px; border:2px solid #3d1916; margin:0 auto;} .teddyfreebe01-line1 {width:450px; border-bottom:1px solid #817a71; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> 641 - Liev Morozov - 02-13-2011 The Russian male walked with soft steps down the snow hills, big round feet preventing him to dig too deep into the snow. His bandana was tied tight around his neck, which was the place her felt cold most. It was almost ironical, since his throath and chest was most hairy parts of his whole body. Even so, it must of be phsycological or something. He sure was glad Juju was well. The male had checked on her before leaving the cave system, and she seemed to be bouncing back quicker than he thought. The whole situation had surely scared him at first, but since she was fine now, there no reason to be afraid anymore. They had made sure to be more careful around the mountains and the foreign wolf made sure to scan the higher areas and assure the snow was safe enough for now, and not endangering another avalanche. Now, with some ropes Miss Liliana had given him to train lassoing, purple eyes scanned the area for possible preys. He could see him, but Theodore was surely around. Ever since that event on the beach, their connection had gotten deeper and deeper, and the Russian felt secure in saying they were friends. The mutual respect and trust they now held felt as strong as the ex-Captain felt to his underlings back at his former pack. Then, the muffled sound of hooves sinking into the snow called his attention. Ears and eyes darted to said direction, and a small group of mountain goats appeared not too far, their off white pelt making it hard to distinguish them apart from the snow. And they were right where he wanted them to. The male had been tracking them since he was analizing the snow of the mountains, and he found them the perfect subjects for his lassoing trainning. Soon. Very soon, they would be tied up with a rope on their neck, on their way to the caves. Not that it would be that easy, but he knew the lassoing part would. The whole taming and controling part would be the tough part. Oh, it sure would. But no mind that, time to focus on the task at hand. - Giuseppe Trovato - 02-26-2011 [html] WC:300+
The wind was chilly and the snow cold on his feet but the coydog continued walking on two legs over the snow banks. The storm had hit them hard and for the first time in his life Giuseppe was thankful for something. Specificity not being stuck out there with just him and Teo trying to survive this storm. From the looks of things nothing had been left without being covered by white and he was happy not to have been stuck out there with the loners. It was a strange feeling to be thankful but he was not happy being out in the snow now. .melfreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d2cfc9; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #211e1b; } .melfreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#211e1b; text-align:center;} .melfreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .melfreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#5c514b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... tofree.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #d2cfc9; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#211e1b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .melfreebe01-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #5c514b; margin:0 auto;} .melfreebe01-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #9d9592; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> - Theodore Stone - 03-07-2011 [html] Okay, we are still waiting on Viking and Larkspur. They are free to jump in at anytime! Also, could you PM me your characters catch so I can add it to the website? The foggy morning was perfect for this work, even if the males out in the freezing cold were growing numb with the temperature. The animals would be lost, heading for the mountains and for the shelter of the caves that Anathema had inhabited. With thick ropes strapped around his body Theodore was ready to take home a few animals today. He didnt know where any of his other team were but he was sure they were out there waiting. Teddy wasnt too certain on the new dog hybred Naniko had allowed in the pack, but he would tolerate the man as long as he wasnt rude to him. That was the line Teddy had set- rudeness and disrespect were not to be tolerated. Still, he knew Liev was out in the fog, and Viking might have joined them too. Larkspur had mentioned that he might come along if his children were safe. It was understandable and Theodore had respect for the older black man. .teddyfreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#801b13; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #9b9894; } .teddyfreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3b2e25; text-align:center;} .teddyfreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .teddyfreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:480px; background-color:#9b9894; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... eeb01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #dcd7d2; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3b2e25; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .teddyfreebe01-border1 {width:482px; border:2px solid #3d1916; margin:0 auto;} .teddyfreebe01-line1 {width:450px; border-bottom:1px solid #817a71; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> 641 - Larkspur D'Angelo - 03-09-2011 [html] haha Teddy punching a horse reminds me of when I did that. My hand hurt like hell. They have strong skulls. ;-; AND SHEEEEEP. Sorry for the delay! He did not go after horses. While many had become panicked in the storm, Larkspur had a horse and therefore saw no need for more. Instead he had focused on things he identified as food. A small band of sheep, having fled into the forest in the storm, were his intended prey. On horseback, he assumed hunting them would be easy. A rope was held loosely in hand, orange eyes looking for whichever animal seemed to be the leader of the small band. Once spotted, he had zeroed in on the ram—it was an impressive male, and the wolf decided he wished to one day hang those horns in his home. The horse circled wide, moving at her own pace, listening to the subtle signals given by Larkspur’s legs. Oblivious to the wolf, for they smelled horse first, the sheep did not worry. This was good. His arm rose and with a sudden toss, he had the ram’s horns caught. The sheep then panicked, bleating and running from their flailing leader. Larkspur leapt from the horses’ back and pulled the rope taunt, using his superior weight to get close to the animal. It, thankfully, did not try to charge him. With the strength his father’s blood had given him, the orange eyed wolf quickly had the ram bound by all four feet. He hoisted it onto the nervous horses back, and as it bleated in panic, the other sheep came from the forest. Satisfied they would follow, he began riding back towards Anathema. .larkspur-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .larkspur-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .larkspur-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .larkspur-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... rkspur.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Liev Morozov - 03-09-2011 lol Teddy gonna have sore fist later .D btw, Liev's catch is three mountain goats, two miniature horses, a pig, and a (regular) horse. Only hardly could the Russian hear the others working, not too far from where he was. Well, time to get this done! The male circled slowly the small herd of goats, careful not to get caught. With one hand, he stretched the rope out and with the other, he started to move around the lasso, readying to lace the bigger ram he took to be the leader. With the little he heard from Liliana, the male knew if he captured the leader and guided him back, the others would follow. In a swift movement, he trhew the lasso and tugged hardly at it, feeling it had caught the big horns of the male. It struggled lightly at the tugging at first, but when the grayish man began to reel the rope in closer, it really began to fight, the others seeming confused at first, but then very wary and divided into running away and sticking to their leader. At last, they came along as the ram was brought closer to where the Russian was. When he was close enough, the male tackled it lightly, taking a firm grasp at his huge horns to make sure it wouldn't charge to his legs - because it would surely hurt, if not break his leg bones -, and tyed the creature to the tree he nearest to. Once the sheep calmed down besides the lassoed ram, he went after some other creatures. Luckily, he didn't have to go too far to find two horses that seemed to have got lost from their herd, plus a wild boar that sat not so far from the equines. They were more of miniature horses than actual horses, which meant they should be fairly easy to retrieve. A tiny smile crept on his face before he made more lassos on the tips of his remaining ropes. As swiftly as he did with the goats, the Russian got a hold on both the horses and the pig, quickly tugging them along to where he had roped the goats. Their most wild struggles and flails didn't even make the Luperci budge, being them so weak in comparison. Now that he was rather satisfied with his share, the male was about to get the goats and go back to Anathema, when a black figure appeared, not too far from where he stood. The thin mist around it looked almost mystical, as well as the small smoke that escaped from its nosetrils from when it breathed out. It was quite a big horse indeed. From the firm, wild look on its dark eyes and the few scars on its body showed it was a loner. It was a fair white with a few markings in a pitch black color. The beauty in it sparkled the male's wish-- no, the desire to take it back and tame it himself. Oh, he would do it, yes! There was only two ropes left, and it was almost too perfect. In quick movements, he strenghtened the lasso's ties and laced together the two ropes; he would be needing them, seeing the size of the creature. With the same quick movements he used with the other creatures, he laced the horse's neck tightly, and it fought back, snorting and whinning. Like a tug of war, he sinked his feet deep in the snow and began to reel the creature in. Boy, was it strong! Lucky for him, the animal's struggling grew weaker before his own strenght ran low. Once he had a fair amount of rope left, he tied it to his waist quickly and, still holding part of it with one hand, he reached out for the other animals. Luckily, it stopped tugging so much, seeing his belly was starting to hurt fairly. Once the reached the tree the goats and horses were, he untied the rope from his waist and laced it tightly around one of his arms. With the horse on one hand and the other's on the other hand, he started the trip back to Anathema. - Giuseppe Trovato - 04-06-2011 [html] WC:500+
The chill of the air was not something he wanted to put up with right now. Even though the jeans and jacket kept his body fairly warm there was still a chill in the air the went straight to his bones every time the wind blew making him grumble and cuss in annoyance. For now he headed up and along the mountain side, sticking his head into the odd cave to listen for any animals that were hiding. The longer it took the less the coy-dog wanted to be outside. The snow was deep and it took all his effort to move along the freezing mountain side. Why had he even agreed to help these stupid wolves out? They could just wait until the spring time to go searching for animals to tame. This was just some stupid hippy , love everything shit that he no longer wanted to do. .melfreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d2cfc9; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #211e1b; } .melfreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#211e1b; text-align:center;} .melfreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .melfreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#5c514b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... tofree.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #d2cfc9; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#211e1b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .melfreebe01-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #5c514b; margin:0 auto;} .melfreebe01-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #9d9592; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> |