Breaking the Nerves - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Joiners (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=22) +--- Thread: Breaking the Nerves (/showthread.php?tid=15090) |
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- Phones Toyota - 02-05-2011 [html] [/html] - Conor Soul - 02-05-2011 Hello and Welcome to 'Souls! Pleasure to meet you! [html]
The voice of the stranger held youth in it. It was not a wonderful day to spend outside after all. As the day had developed and started to ripen, the unkind wind had picked up, sending whirling amounts of clustered snow crystals into his face. Still, this was not enough reason to turn from a summon by the borders, and the alpha was nearby anyway, so why not? The male could not find it in him to turn and move back into the shelter of his home as long as he did not know where Range was. Gideon was the child’s caretaker, but blood connected the two and was thicker than anything. The autumn hued form quickly approached the borders, and did not have to search for long before lavender hued gaze settled on the young form of a stranger male.
Pupils dilated somewhat as they reached the area where a hind leg should be. ”I’m Conor, alpha of Dahlia de Mai,” he spoke, craning his neck slightly as the harsh breeze continued to whip against his cinnamon and caramel shaded lupus form. ”What do you need?” The boy seemed like he was in need of shelter, but so did everyone spending time outside in the worsening weather. Eyes returned to the boy’s face; took in eyes of a unique, vivid orange. He did not wish to pity the boy prematurely because of that obvious handicap. It was his experience that struggling creatures often turned out strongest. .conorvinter2 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .conorvinter2 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .conorvinter2 b {color:#6a4587; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .conorvinter2 {background-color:#e3def6; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... table1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:70px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #706694; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#534e65; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .conorvinter2-border {width:450px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style> - Phones Toyota - 02-05-2011 Same! [html] [/html] - Conor Soul - 02-05-2011 Yay! [html]
The characteristic signs of submit were present, but Conor rarely was one to insist on vivid submission from the canines he interacted with. One of his many flaws, perhaps, but that was how it was. Lilac silently investigated the boy’s accessories as he spoke about a home. Focus returned to face, now sharpened physically and mentally. Why was such a young soul out here seeking refuge in such weather? Where did the poor thing come from? Caramel painted ears had drawn back to rest against his thickly furred skull—not in detest for the other, but to protect against the whipping chill of the wind.
The name offered was most peculiar, but names varied greatly in these lands, and after letting the boy’s name echo through his tranquil mind for a moment, he moved on. ”What happened to your leg?” the adult asked, following no specific procedures as he allowed himself to ask this question. It could limit this young male greatly. Was he able to hunt and survive on his own? Why was he alone and for how long had he wandered through the winter landscape? There were many questions left unanswered, but details would be brought to him if he just asked. .conorvinter2 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .conorvinter2 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .conorvinter2 b {color:#6a4587; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .conorvinter2 {background-color:#e3def6; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... table1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:70px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #706694; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#534e65; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .conorvinter2-border {width:450px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style> - Phones Toyota - 02-06-2011 [html] [/html] - Conor Soul - 02-06-2011 [html]
Furry caramel ears stirred slightly at the sparse information he was offered, and eyes did not relieve the little form from lavender stare. ”I see,” he replied, but did not really. For all he knew it could be a sign that others wanted him to see. The alpha was a bookworm, and it had been a fact that human beings had a history of removing limbs from criminals. Lips almost curled upwards at these seemingly suspicious thought. But it was true; he knew nothing of this creature before him. The boy trembled before him, but Conor knew that few words would be able to soothe the distress in the other.
Eyes narrowed as the wind continued to shift, and he gave a low huff, finding it easy to believe the boy’s words. It was amazing what creature could do despite heavy handicaps. Stitching and sewing could be used for so much though, and either way he did not weight skills heavily. What the young alpha really wanted to know was if the other brought any dark baggage with him that could harm Dahlia in any way. ”So why are you alone, Phones?” There was little visual response to the words the boy spoke in general, but it did not necessarily mean that the boy was doing poorly. .conorvinter2 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .conorvinter2 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .conorvinter2 b {color:#6a4587; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .conorvinter2 {background-color:#e3def6; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... table1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:70px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #706694; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#534e65; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .conorvinter2-border {width:450px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style> - Phones Toyota - 02-06-2011 [html] [/html] - Conor Soul - 02-06-2011 Welcome to Dahliaaaaa. Poor post, but I'm dead tired and going to beed Feel free to post in any ic forum with you character. There's also a snowstorm plot in progress that you're free to join if you're interested [html]
He was impressed that the boy still dared to step up near unknown pack borders. ‘Souls’ inhabitants did not often follow their instincts anymore. Natural impulses told Conor that this young wolf was hardly any good, and if deserving of anything, it would be the omega rank for the duty of being a permanent scapegoat. Fortunately the man did not follow such primitive impulses based on the appearance of the other. They had developed beyond that, and there was definitely much worth in this boy. Some strength had already been revealed, and he chose to believe there was more to be revealed about this male.
There were more questions he wanted to ask, but the weather did not make them appetizing enough. ”I understand,” he breathed, eyes finally falling from the younger male, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. ”We have more than enough room for you, and no one will pick on you here.” The latter was not for certain, but Dahlia’s inhabitants were all good people in varying hues. The boy should be able to find a life without mock here. ”Welcome to Dahlia de Mai, you’ll be a Lehrling for now, and after a while we’ll see where there is greater need for you.”
The man shook his head slightly at the shifting wind, limbs wanting to move. ”Now lets find some shelter,” he hummed, turning in the direction of the distant city of Wolfville. .conorvinter2 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .conorvinter2 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .conorvinter2 b {color:#6a4587; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .conorvinter2 {background-color:#e3def6; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... table1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:70px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #706694; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#534e65; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .conorvinter2-border {width:450px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style> - Conor Soul - 02-06-2011
- Phones Toyota - 02-07-2011 Sounds good, thanks! I'll just finish up [html] [/html] |