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- Quetzal Savannah - 03-14-2011 [html] OOC: weee!! first post with this charrie X3. She is in her Optime form. As the jackal female moved downhill, she could swear that the air was getting colder. This was colder than she thought. Her hands surrounded her slender figure, trying to keep herself warm. She was closely followed by a deer, who didn't seem to mind the chilling breeze. His steps were decided, but his head moved in all directions, sniffing the air. The strange pair had arrived the day before, and they were trying to find a good place were to spend some days. Quetzal was told that the place was full of wolves, coyotes and dogs. But so far she hadn't seen any, and she was clearly disappointed. "That old dog said that the place was inhabited...maybe he meant 'inhabited' by trees and air". The female stomped her feet against the ground, frustrated. Though, she moved further, a small part of her mind telling her to be patient. But that was something that she lacked. Patience. Suddenly Moro, the deer, straightened his head and glanced forward. Quetzal didn't see the sudden change on her companion until he broke into a gallop. She spinned on her ankles and followed him boldly, not knowing what had gotten into him. The scene looked natural, but in a normal situation, it would be the deer who followed the jackal, trying to stop her from doing something temmerary. The deer stopped when he reached the base of the mountain in which they were standing. Quetzal managed to grab Moro by placing her arms around his neck, and tried to calm him down with reassuring words. "Shhh, take it easy boy. There is nothing wrong here. Calm down...". But what the female ignored was that there had been an actual reason for the deer's race. They were not alone. [/html] - Silyva - 03-14-2011 [html] occgoodnessss
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.Silyvafreeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f5f7; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a09fa0; } .Silyvafreeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; text-align:center;} .Silyvafreeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Silyvafreeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#d3d2d4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... afreeb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #7e888e; padding: 160px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .Silyvafreeb-border1 {width:462px; border:3px solid #f6f5f7; margin:0 auto;} .Silyvafreeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b8b8b9; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Quetzal Savannah - 04-05-2011 [html] OOC: oh!! sorry for the long wait! but here i am x3 The female cotote catched with the corner of her eye how the small marten, Rina, jumped down from her master's body and made her way towards her own mount. This time, Moro didn't jump or run away. Instead, he leaned his head to ground level and sniffed the marten's body with curiosity. She smiled at him, but then turned her head back to the black wolfess, who offered something to cover herself. "Gracias, and nice to meet you, Sylvia Saphire." She said taking the coat and trying it. It was too big for her lean figure, but it covered her from the chilling air. The female hugged herself to the coat, her shivers gone. She noticed that Sylvia was eyeing her scarf. Quetzal took off her garment and showed it to the wolfess. "Ten, check it if you want. You may try it on." She said, hoping that the wolfess would give her her scarf back. Quetzal was not what would be called a very confident person; she had never been. Specially during her trips. She had learned to keep an eye on her stuff if she didn't want other canines to steal it from her. After handing Sylvia the scarf, she fixed the coat on herself a bit, and even swirled a bit and tried to see it from all angles. She thought that it was a pretty coat, but she would have to return it eventually. Meanwhile she outstretched her arm towards her deer, touching it's shoulder. "So, Moro, what do you think? Pretty, isn't it?" The deer raised his head and smelled the coat, but other than that, he returned his attention to the creature at his feet. The jackal chuckled and looked at Sylvia. "Don't mind him, he has no taste in clothing." Then she had an idea. She took off one of the feathers that adorned her hair and offered it to Sylvia. It was a beautyful red-tailed hawk feather, one of her favourites. "Try this one, it may look nice on your hair. It is from a desert bird, so i suppose that these aren't seen here too often." Tha jackal didn't mind to get rid from one of the multiple feathers that she owned, though, it's number had decreased from the trading that she had done. Quetzal tilted her head, making the bone-carved earring on her left ear sway lightly. She wouldn't mind to trade some more feathers for the coat... [/html] |