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- Alae Sidhe - 04-28-2011 [html] Not far from Anathema's borders by The Dampwoods. 300+ Successfully skinning a cottontail for its pelt, the Subordinate of Dahlia had been tracking after a particular hare for the majority of the afternoon. Her hunting skills within dense foliage was a little rusty, but soon caught up to the cottontail in trickery and was able to snag the brown and black hare for an afternoon's meal and to obtain its shiny coat (which was what Alae wanted more so than means to eat it). Devouring half of the carcass of the hare (and also providing scraps of flesh to her owl companion, if he had a tasting to any meal besides rodents), the Sidhe was next to a stream that ran jagged throughout the Dampwoods. Shaving off every conceivable protein of loose flesh and fatty matter from the pelt, she was able to clean it off so it could be folded and put in her leather-bound sack to be transported back to Dahlia. It would make for a swell trading item, or something sewn into a garment. There was enough human clothes left for Luperci to wear, but every now and then Alae liked to skin animals for their pelts for the fact their fur was warm and authentic. The Sidhe previously was at Quartz Shoreline, to where she was heading back from in the morning from scourging around the coast for mussels, seawater, and any oceanic plant life to wash upon the sands. Several pieces of dried seaweed were recovered, as well as the bulbs attached to them. Alae felt she gathered enough over time to bring enough of her harvesting materials back to Dahlia de Mai, where they would eventual be organized in her dwelling for medicinal use later on. For now, Alae decided to take a small lunch break with the cottontail she caught, and also prime the hare pelt that she skinned off the rabbit's figure with her dagger. It was near done with cleaning the backside of the pelt, and Alae couldn't help but to admire the intricate colors the fur held. .darklotus b {font-weight:bold; color:#5D2F3A; letter-spacing:-1px; } .darklotus .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .darklotus p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 20px; margin:0px;} .darklotus {margin:0px auto; width:356px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/104jc45.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid gray; padding: 10px 0px 250px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#565455; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Ouija D'Angelo - 04-30-2011 [html]
- Alae Sidhe - 05-02-2011 [html] Apologize for the shortness, finals are upon me! 300+ If the rabbit's pelt Alae obtained wasn't beautiful enough with its Earthy hues, the approach of another Luperci instantly caught her eye and left her stunned to admire the multi hues that were dyed across the pale Luperci's coat. Splotches of different colors from red, to blue, to yellow, were splattered across his pelt in different areas and different tints. He was absolutely towering compared to her, and throughout his pelt were also strange symbolistic markings denoted on his forehead, and from what could be seen upon his wrists. His voice was deep, having some sort of an elegant accent to it that was alluring and as mysterious as the whole of him as well. Intrigued by this Luperci's presence and also inquiring what Alae was destined to do with her pelt after she finished cleaning it up, her sky blue gaze looked down at it before looking back up at the colorful male before her. "You know, I'm not sure yet. Perhaps sew it into another satchel, maybe make an article of clothing out of it. I captured the rabbit because I thought its pelt was beautiful." There were hundreds of possibilities to do with a creature's pelt, but even the pelt of the rabbit in her grasp was incomparable to the one the Luperci wore before her. "But, it's nothing in comparison to your own. I've never seen someone as colorful as you before. Does it have symbolism behind it?" Alae questioned, wondering if certain hues in certain places meant anything symbolic. .darklotus b {font-weight:bold; color:#5D2F3A; letter-spacing:-1px; } .darklotus .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .darklotus p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 20px; margin:0px;} .darklotus {margin:0px auto; width:356px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/104jc45.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid gray; padding: 10px 0px 250px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#565455; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Ouija D'Angelo - 05-03-2011 [html]
- Alae Sidhe - 05-05-2011 [html] 399 WOTD: "Epigamic" True, there was little use for the pelt in Alae's grasp. There was no article of clothing it could be made into that would be flashy or noticeable enough to show off, but Alae had some rampant ideas running in her mind. Whether or not it was of any real use, the Sidhe would be bound to make something out of it. That, and it could be used for a great trade item as well. "I'll be bound to figure out something." Alae responded to the colorful Luperci, shrugging her shoulders lightly to this. Listening on what the rainbow of colors represented, his reasoning enough seemed fairly straightforward and understood. Nature was full of variety when it came to color and mostly one thing adapted to one or two shades, or were in the same color family as another. Perhaps if Luperci were a little more epigamic in their pelt colors, the world could certainly be a much more vibrant place. His pelt was ever moving with such, applying colors as he went along. "What kind of dye do you use? Is it extracted from plants, berries, or?" While Alae had heard of fur dying before, she never really discovered the technique behind it. As far as favorite colors went, Alae shrugged once again. "I'm only of Earthy hues, but the only other colors on me are subtle pink and yellow." Alae responded, and then pivoted her shoulder to where he could see her lotus tattoo engraved upon her shoulder. "It was tebori, done by my birth pack. The colors have since faded some, though I would definitely like a touch up one day." One hand softly rubbed across the permanently scarred flesh. Remembering the peculiar pain that came with tebori, the reverie gave her chills, but her lotus was a symbol of her respect and bravery, and didn't regret her decision to have it done. Offering the prospect of more rabbit pelts, Alae was mildly surprised at the colorful Luperci's gratitude and hospitality. "Oh, thank you ever so much. Maybe I can stop by to see what you have. By the way, my name is Alae, from Dahlia de Mai." Alae said, squeezing in her introduction while she could. Alae found it rather thoughtful of him to offer some Luperci pelts, and perhaps it could prove to be a good trading gesture for the both of their packs. .darklotus b {font-weight:bold; color:#5D2F3A; letter-spacing:-1px; } .darklotus .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .darklotus p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 20px; margin:0px;} .darklotus {margin:0px auto; width:356px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/104jc45.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid gray; padding: 10px 0px 250px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#565455; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Ouija D'Angelo - 05-10-2011 [html]
- Alae Sidhe - 05-22-2011 [html] Sorry for the delay! 300+ While much of human ruins were still available to Luperci at their disposal, this was not a time and age where Luperci were able to flourish with electronics, industry, corporations, and a larger society. There were many things of nature that still catered to their use, and if anything, was a better way of life than the corruption of technology and industry killing the land for what it was like the humans did. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why the humans didn't exist for very long, for they lost touch with their natural instincts so quickly. It was true that simple berries and other dyes naturally found (even blood, which was intriguing to Alae to hear) was used to mottle the colors in his white fur. She could see there were various stains in his fur from previous splotches of color that were once there, and it seemed like he did a constant upkeep of attempting to remain as colorful as possible. "It seems to work for you, at least. My fur is a little creamy in the front, but I doubt any color will look as vibrant as yours." Alae noted, as her front side was largely creamy and off-white, but figured colors on her already agouti pelt might look strange and too conflicting. Observing the little symbols that were scattered about his pelt, Alae was surprised to know he knew about tebori methods and even had done them upon himself. While his own were small, they were at least detailed and looked finely carved. "You did good work on yours. Straight lines, and everything." Alae complimented, leering in her head and craning her neck some to take a closer look. Speaking of a place near Anathema, Alae didn't know where or what Anathema was composed of, but was intrigued to follow him along. Nodding in acknowledgement, she was even more thrilled to know of him willing to do a touch up. "Really? I would definitely appreciate that. I'd have to trade you for something, anything, for your service." Alae couldn't be so selfish. Plus, it would at least be a kind gesture for two packs to trade something of use to each other. Alae would follow him from this point on back to his dwelling in Anathema. .darklotus b {font-weight:bold; color:#5D2F3A; letter-spacing:-1px; } .darklotus .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .darklotus p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 20px; margin:0px;} .darklotus {margin:0px auto; width:356px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/104jc45.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid gray; padding: 10px 0px 250px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#565455; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Ouija D'Angelo - 05-31-2011 [html]
- Alae Sidhe - 06-01-2011 [html] 560 As much as Alae would have enjoyed to paint the creamy parts of her fur with different colors (sans the colors found in tattoos), unfortunately all of her colors plus the ones added probably wouldn't look as appealing nor matching with the hues and patterns that were already embedded in her pelt from her genes. The closest she would ever to get to coloring would be of tebori tattoos or any tattoos for that matter. At least it worked to his advantage, as white was always a blank canvas for no matter what. Grinning as he mentioned the natural patterns in her pelt, her sky blue eyes glanced down to the fur she could see on her arms. "I suppose you're right, too. Wish it could be easier to change pelts like it is to change the clothes we wear sometimes." Alae spoke, which made her ponder about the human civilization even more. They were so flexible with their style, from all the clothes and embellishments they wore. It was known through historical contexts that humans didn't have fur (although the only 'fur' they had was on their heads), and even there they had great flexibility with dying their hair on their heads. It wasn't as easy for the Luperci to do the same nowadays. Every individual she encountered with some sort of tattoo or colored scarring noted about the specific 'job' tattoos had. It led her curiosity to question the integrity of his own symbols permanently marked on his body. "Do you mind me asking what significance your tattoos have for you?" Alae asked, as she was always fascinated behind the stories and lore of tattoos others had on their bodies. Most were secretive about it, like the dark coyote Alae met not too long ago along the Quartz Shoreline. There was a deep spiral engraved in her shoulder, and spoke vaguely about its purpose to bleed the wolf from her. Alae wasn't sure what that exactly symbolized, but it was fascinating enough. As the pair progressed toward the underground system of Anathema, he offered any skins that might be of beneficial use to her. The Sidhe felt spoiled and grateful in that moment. "Oh, you don't have to, but thank you. I'll take a look of what you have, and let you know." Alae said in a kind response. This day turned in an interesting twist as she was led underground. Diligently following after, Alae was instantly intrigued when the two were engulfed by darkness. Not used to the darkness, her eyesight had to adjust to the darkness but it was easy enough to be guided by dim candlelight to his dwelling. Immediately taking to the stash of needles he possessed, her stomach flipped in anxiousness of the sharp points and of the remembrance of pain experienced with her tattoo. While she didn't bring colors with her, he did have two that matched the faded hues she had on her lotus as is. "I didn't, but this light pink and the yellow is similar to what I have on my arm already. Those will work." Alae confirmed, and couldn't believe this was about to happen. She had to admit her nerves were a little uneasy about experiencing such pain upon previous wounds again, but a little touch up in the long run certainly wouldn't hurt (no pun intended). .darklotus b {font-weight:bold; color:#5D2F3A; letter-spacing:-1px; } .darklotus .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .darklotus p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 20px; margin:0px;} .darklotus {margin:0px auto; width:356px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/104jc45.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid gray; padding: 10px 0px 250px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#565455; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Ouija D'Angelo - 06-08-2011 [html]
- Alae Sidhe - 06-21-2011 [html] 656 Not exactly sounding sure of what Alae meant specifically by clothes, it was a surprise to her that with all the ruins the humans left behind, the colored male didn't know what the articles of clothes were. This lead her to assume perhaps he didn't know much about the human civilization that once walked the Earth and also were the reason for their shifting abilities. This was in no way unfortunate, for the human civilization was probably best kept in the past like it was. To elaborate on clothes to him would be tricky considering he didn't know what clothes were, but the Sidhe decided to take the best shot at explaining as she could. "Clothes. They are sort of… articles of complex woven threads, in many colors and styles, humans used to wear to cover themselves. Sort of like different furs you could take on and off, but not as downy and thick like the pelt of a rabbit. Apparently humans didn't have fur like ours, which is hard to believe…" Alae explained, even unsure of how to explain what a human looked like. They were very strange. Alae didn't don human clothes either, for she felt like they were too constricting of herself and her figure. While most of them assisted during the coldest points of winter, they were of no use for the warmer months in her own opinion. Runes. The word made her ears perk, as Alae recalled hearing some sort of lore revolving around runes from back in Ireland. She could be mistaken, but there was plenty of viking lore that centered around the Runes from what she could remember of stories from her grandparents. Her sky blue eyes took a closer examination of his own runes marked into his flesh, noting how they were there for wit and honing in on skills. They seemed to be placed strategically in certain areas in order to gain the full benefit of what the Runes stood for. It made her wonder even more about the background of those little symbols, and if her assumptions were correct. "Runes are from viking lore, correct? I've heard several things about them back in Ireland. My grandparents used to know a fellow from the Norwegian North who had his own collection of runes carved deep into his skin." He was correct on holding a vast amount of pelts, for there were many to choose from from every color, texture, and make. Alae would have to take her time with browsing through them after the touch up, for she was more focused on feeling the painful sting of the needle embedding color into her lotus once again. Her stomach was already full of butterflies, reminiscing upon the memory of the lotus applied upon her arm the first time, and how the pain was excruciating to her at her age. With maturity and experience, hopefully it wouldn't be as bad. Feeling her hairs begin to stand on end and her adrenaline begin to rush in her veins, she eyed the many needles with the coloring that would begin setting into her upper arm. The first contact made her wince some, perhaps even have her eyes water a bit, but surprisingly it wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. There indeed had been some nerve endings which were permanently damaged, and most of it didn't feel as painful as the first time. Still, the sharp points of the needles working into her flesh were still felt, regardless. "Mm. Feels strange. Not as bad as I expected, but I remembered how fearful I was of doing this. My grandmother did my lotus for me, and I was still scared and crying my first time." Alae admitted, finding no shame in proving that she shed tears her first time with tebori. She was young when she got hers done, and such a reaction might have been expected of her age. .darklotus b {font-weight:bold; color:#5D2F3A; letter-spacing:-1px; } .darklotus .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .darklotus p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 20px; margin:0px;} .darklotus {margin:0px auto; width:356px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/104jc45.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid gray; padding: 10px 0px 250px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#565455; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Ouija D'Angelo - 07-08-2011 [html]
- Alae Sidhe - 07-18-2011 [html] Sorry for the delay, my muse has been dried up. O_x Would you like to complete this soon? 300 Learning his symbols in the rites of tribunal practices, Alae bobbed her muzzle in an acknowledging nod as he explained their purpose was more so for protection and enhancement of his being. That seemed to be a pretty universal idea on how most regarded their tattoos or markings upon them. The Sidhe didn't say anymore as she felt the fine tip of the needles puncture her flesh, feeling every single nerve set ablaze at the slow process of adding more vibrant color to her lotus. While the pain wasn't as nearly as bad as receiving the tattoo the first time when the flesh was fresh from any incisions, at least the coloring was a little more bearable. The process was slow, and understanding there had to be time taken to get the coloring to the exact vibrant shades, Alae sat in quiet patience as she let him complete his work upon her upper arm. As slow as it was, time seemed to move along, and before the Sidhe realized he was completed with shading in more color. Narrowing her shoulder forward to catch a glimpse of what was done, it was enough color applied to where she was thoroughly satisfied. Too much color would make it seem painted on and too deep, the coloring that he applied would suit just fine in the tones they were in. "It's amazing work. That should be enough color to bring out the accents enough. Thank you for taking the time to do this." Alae said in gratefulness, a smile beaming wide upon her muzzle. What could she do to repay him? Well, he was kind enough to offer his services without anything in return, but it was in Alae's spirit to return an act of kindness in reciprocation anyway. "I know this is what you love to do for a passion, but I must repay you at some point. How about as soon as the vineyards in Dahlia are renovated, I'll bring you a bottle of our pack-made wine?" It was the least that she could do. .darklotus b {font-weight:bold; color:#5D2F3A; letter-spacing:-1px; } .darklotus .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .darklotus p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 20px; margin:0px;} .darklotus {margin:0px auto; width:356px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/104jc45.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid gray; padding: 10px 0px 250px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#565455; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Ouija D'Angelo - 07-21-2011 [html]
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