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- Misery - 03-24-2011 [html] [html] Misery was happy. It was strange for her to be that way - her name was rather fitting, but the old female was content. Anathema housed her true family, and she had bonded well with all three of her grandchildren. A quiet sort of peace was settling over her, and she was thankful for it. Peace had not been a constant in her nine years, and she quietly thanked Ankh for the peace that was prevailing. Perhaps kismet had brought her back, or her own sense of determination. But the reasons really didn't matter, she was home. The old female let a quiet sort of smile crawl across her features as she wandered the terrain, her bright gold-green eyes searching for anything interesting. Scavenging was one of her better skills. Misery always had a way of finding useful or interesting things. The cave she had claimed in Anathema was proof enough of that - already filling with random refuse and bits and pieces of things she'd found interesting. The mountain wasn't exactly the best place to look for medicinal herbs, but she didn't know this land as well as she had known other places. In time the female would find favorite haunts and scavenging spots, but for now she was simply exploring. Misery looked down at an innocent looking flower and nudging it with the tip of her black cane, breathing in. It was nothing of any use, and she snorted, giving the flower another sharp whack with her cane - almost as if she was punishing it for not being useful - before continuing along her quiet exploration. [html] <style type="text/css"> .mtree {width:400px; font-family:verdana; background-color:#F3EDE6; border: 1px solid #000;} .mtree2 {padding:10px; color:#062431; line-height:15px; text-align:justify; font-size:11px;} .mtree i {color:#436D80; font-family:georgia;} .mtree b {color:#5F7C81; font-family:georgia;} .mtree p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} </style>[/html] - Caillen Winters - 03-27-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .calliengreen b {font-weight:bold; color:#48cc78; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .calliengreen p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .calliengreen {width:400px;border:1px solid #06190d;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... allien.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:175px;background-color:#227f43;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#04130a;} </style> funny mental image of her beating up on a flower XD cai is in optime form. The mountain folded around him, a perfect concealment for the giant now used to prowling in its depths. He had haunted this area for a few moons now, but the man's crippled mind had yet to title it as home. The cold, miserable territory of Halcyon was no home to him - It was transitional. A phase of dangerous growth, a place that mirrored the continuously twisting channels of his once pure mind.
- Misery - 04-03-2011 [html] Out of Character Sorry for delay! And yes. Misery likes to thug flowers. She's gangster that way! She's also in optime form yaaay two feets! In Character
The old female knew well of figments and the ghosts that could haunt a tortured mind. The ghost of her dead lover, the Crimson King of Chimera lived within her. His voice was as much a part of her as her breath and her heart. Powerful footsteps could be heard and her sharp ears swiveled to pick out the direction of the sounds. Some of her senses failed her - her right in particular was spotty, but she could still hear sharply. Her golden green eyes widened faintly as she looked at the beast that approached, and she could only hope his intentions were good. Misery was as small and thin as a luperci could get, and this beast seemed destined to be a Goliath. "'Ello there, big fellow." The female's gaze was cautious as she crossed her hands over the sleek black cane she carried, the tip firmly crushing the offending flower into the earth. The fellow looked harmless enough, he didn't seem to be of an unctuous visage. He had the body of a creature used to surviving, and she could respect that. Fat, lazy creatures were normally of little interest to the old female. It was the wraith-thin survivors, the scarred big beasts that fascinated her. The road weary always had the greatest stories to tell. table by alaki, coding by sie [/html][html] <style>.Freebie001 p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;}</style>[/html] - Caillen Winters - 04-14-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .calliengreen b {font-weight:bold; color:#48cc78; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .calliengreen p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .calliengreen {width:400px;border:1px solid #06190d;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... allien.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:175px;background-color:#227f43;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#04130a;} </style> slowalaine attacks again! She turned to see him, and Caillen could tell that she was old. Her bones would be brittle, he knew, but the giant male felt no desire to harm her. He was a peaceful creature, by nature - The rage within him was buried deep down, beneath the layers of memory and consciousness he had long since discarded.
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