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- Sirius Revlis - 05-07-2011 [html]
[html] Word Count » -- :: table by anna <3 The darkness caressed him, a wanton lover, pulling shadows over its kin - The Hunter sat poised, silent.
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They had gathered slowly, and the hybrid peered over them with interest, her ears pricked forward and her chartreuse eyes glittering with anxiousness and excitement both. The faces here were familiar, close ones -- she could count them as friends, maybe. Some she did not know so well, but she trusted them, anyhow, and Sirius had sought some out himself to ascertain their loyalties. She had, as well, and it seemed everything was falling into place. In her Lupus form for travel, the hybrid had waited at the caves, her tail held easily. She did not wish to draw attention to herself, and as they gathered in number she shifted, uneasy and wishing to move along. When she could stand it no longer, she turned to Larkspur, and peered at him with a strange smile, alight with the strange and flickering firelight of the Anathema caves. She would miss firelight, but torches weren't impossible to come by, and their experience with them here would prove handy, she thought. None of them were torch-markers or in charge of lighting fires, but they were at least familiar with it. Larkspur was likely to exit through the horse's tunnel, but the hybrid woman thought dragging too many canines through there would draw the horse's nervousness and cause them to make noise. They should be surreptitious, she thought, for purposes of etiquette. Wordlessly, she turned and made her way toward the exit of the cave, bending her head only to mutter to Pandemic and Salvia at her heels. “Maybe ride with your father on the horse, if he says you can?” she said, wondering if they were too big. Nearly five months old now, they were growing faster than she could fathom, and perhaps they would find it awkward to ride together. Eris carried a few of her own meager possessions, having once again gone through the process of purging what she did not need, moving it to Anathema's general storage cave for someone else to find in the future. The still-dark air was cool, but lacking the biting cold of winter now; spring had certainly settled in now, and they would not see frosted ground again unless by freak weather. The greenery of it was dazzling even in shadow, and once they were quite a good distance clear of the caves and nearly to the border, she increased her pace steadily to a run, moving with that strange and coyote-esque lope, entirely too graceful on her bulky and large wolf body. The ground flew beneath her paws and she found herself before the new border in little under an hour, slowing her pace and dropping her muzzle to the ground and inhaling for Sirius's scent. Now that she was clearly within her own borders, her tail was lifted, and her head quickly rose again to its elevated position, though she did not glance behind her to see the others and their positions. She found Sirius's scent quickly and trotted after it, dipping her head to him as they came into view. In view of the rest of him, her submission was not so severe, but it was clear -- her head was quite clearly lower than his, her eyes carefully averted from his direct gaze, careful not to catch it for so much as a moment. Eris took her place beside him jauntily, feeling for the first time that strange disparity here, wondering if she ought to instead stand beside Larkspur. She made no move, however, and simply faced the rest of them beside Sirius. .eris-road2hell {font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .eris-road2hell .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/smrcM.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .eris-road2hell .ooc {font-family:verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:500px;} .eris-road2hell .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .eris-road2hell .tagline {font-family:'Over the Rainbow', arial, serif; font-size:18px; padding:55px 15px 13px 0px; text-align:right;} .eris-road2hell p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 10px;} .eris-road2hell .inner .tagline + p {text-indent:0px;} .eris-road2hell .inner .tagline + p:first-letter{ display:block; margin:5px; float:left; font-size:60px;} .eris-road2hell b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .eris-road2hell u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Tlantli Kimaris - 05-07-2011 [html] Tlantli brings Miqui, but not Citlali. That way, if Fae can't get around to the thread, we're not waiting on a post. She did tell Citlali what was going on, though, so Fae is free to follow. Obviously. she's a black magic woman
and she's trying to make a devil out of me Her mouth still tasted of blood and rust, but the pain of her snake-like teeth had faded upon the news that it was time. Golden hands had gathered scant possessions, hallucinogenic herbs locked away in a worn satchel of dark leather and jewelry bound in her belt so as not to jostle about and make nose. It was set firm in her mind, of her own volition, that she would not allow anyone to know she was departing until she was gone. So was her sense of privacy that she hadn't even told Miqui what would be happening until that moment. Her hand found his muscular arm and shook his larger body with a force to wake him from her bed. He groaned complainingly. "Que?" Oh, the poor thing hadn't slept long enough. Tlantli rolled her ruby eyes and adjusted the strap of her satchel across her chest. "Despertarse. Estamos dejando." She turned from him and approached the center of their shared den, glancing into the room of her nephew. Unlike Miqui, she had spoken to Citlali. It was his choice to stay or follow, she would not make him leave the family he had found in the mountains, even if it meant staying with the family he had fled Eterne with. Miqui rolled out of his bedding and stood with a grunt of exertion. "Dejando? ¿Por qué? Dónde?" Her ears twitched atop her head as she listened to his heavy footfalls. "No hacen preguntas, Miqui." She wasn't in the mood to answer them. Miqui didn't get a choice. He was leaving with her, even if she had to drag him. He seemed to get the message, crossing his arms and scowling an irritated scowl. His small sister merely shook her head. They crossed the mountains in silence, searching for the handsome devil she had thought upon since their meeting. She was taken with him, yet her contemplations had been his words and not his body. A family. The Family. Her family. And Miqui's, if he would simply shut up and listen to her. The trek was quiet. Tlantli listened, searching for a subtly familiar scent and finding one that was all together memorable. Eris, and her family, and those of Anathema who wanted something more. She approached the group in the same soundless steps that she and her brother had used between the Bay and the Caverns. No smile crossed her features. Fire eyes searched the faces of those present: a beautiful Eternian, the handsome Revlis, fiesty Salvia. The tall, dark man was ignored, for she had no time for the wolves when the future was so bright for her. Her silence was broken only as she spit to the side, ridding her mouth of the traces of blood that had been seeping from her teeth. <style> .tla-simpletext01 {margin:0px auto;width:85%;background-color:#ffffff;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/r7N4C.png);background-repeat:repeat;background-position:top right;border:1px solid #000000;padding:10px 5px;font-family:Courier, Monospace;font-size:10px;line-height:10px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;} .tst01-quote {font-family:Courier, Monospace;font-size:10px;line-height:10px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;margin-bottom:10px;} .tst01-post {background-image:url(http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/1800/chinatrans.png);border:1px dotted #433e37;font-family:Times New Roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;width:85%;margin:0px auto;} .tst01-post p {padding:5px 10px;text-indent:25px;} .tst01-post b {color:#8c7358;} .tst01-post u {text-decoration:none;color:#8c5f30;font-style:italic;} .tst01-ooc {text-indent:25px;padding:0px;margin:0px auto;width:85%;font-family:Times New Roman, sans-serif;font-size:12px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Citlali Kimaris - 05-07-2011 [html] Word Count → 444 ::
The cave was still dark under the earth. Faded golden beams of light pooled on the ground where holes and crevice’s worked away at the unique and exasperated tunnel system. Occasional breezes swept through the corridor, only turning up piles of dirt and spreading them along the wall bottoms. The torches burned through the night and continued to the morning, never resting except to breathe out raspy sigh that sent black shadows into the air.
He was awake, of course, when Tlantli stood and aroused her brother. Dull, lifeless green eyes stared away from his room entrance and towards what appeared to be another wall with a crescent shape excellently carved into its presence. It was small, barely the size of his palm, but brought him great pleasure. Boyish ginger-white hands were entwined in all kinds of threads and beads on his bedside though he made sure to make no noise while cherishing them.
They were leaving. Citlali knew before his ears sought out his aunt’s Hispanic words. He could feel her eyes on his orange back, dark with maroon but full of question – another decision being forced wordlessly upon him. The boy was still unsure of whether he should go. But he knew he had to. There was a slim chance he would survive mentally, if not physically, without his half aunt. When he heard them shuffle into the night, Citlali arose.
He packed little. With his bag finished early in the week, the green eyed coyote began to fill it with finished bracelets, woven in leather, reed, and white skin. The bag was inadequate but beautifully crafted with feathers adorning and traps and ties. Citlali removed all of his extra jewelry besides his two adored white bangles, obsidian pendant, and one dark blue feather which was tied behind his ear. No need to draw unwanted attention. With one last sweep of his sparse supplies, he was done.
It was chilled that morning, even as the sun outlined the earth in a rich warm yellow. Buds were blooming furiously and the soft green of spring sprouted everywhere. Citlali immediately wished Tlantli were with him. He fingered his moon bangle as Anathema territory passed quickly under his coyote paws.
After the border was behind him, more than not making him uncomfortable, it was easy to follow his half aunt’s scent. Miqui was with her, and it was almost like Citlali could taste his sour attitude. It was silent, so the ginger boy kept it that way. Upon arriving the state didn’t change. He held back, dark eyes searching the sea of slightly familiar faces. .ever-txt {font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/uPVEL.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; margin:5px auto; width:475px; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; } .ever-txt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; border-bottom:1px dashed #000000; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .ever-txt .tagline .sub {font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; font-style:italic; } .ever-txt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .ever-txt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:3px 10px;} .ever-txt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .ever-txt u {text-decoration:none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps; } </style> [/html] - Larkspur D'Angelo - 05-07-2011 [html]
WC: 423. Larkspur arrives with both children, as well as Molcaxitl. Preparations had begun long before they had made to leave. Larkspur had spoken to no one about this, not even the woman he imagined to be his own, and worked with the stealth he had gained during years as a thief. Slowly, the prime members of his herd of sheep—the oldest ram, two of his sons, and several ewes—were led across the borders and towards the west. Salvia, who studied the sheep daily, had caught him on one of these trips. She had then joined her father in leading the stupid things away; snapping at their heels and leading them west. They left many for Anathema, but they were not the ones the wolf desired. While left to wander, the ram had been corralled in a pen made of brambles. The sheep would not abandon him. After the third trip, Larkspur was confident in his plan. They would keep their sheep, the odd hybrid things they were, and use them until he gained confidence in the area. Hunting would be slow, but there would always be fish. Not an avid fisherman, Larkspur knew his strength would need to come from elsewhere. Eris had suggested the children come with him, and Salvia had been thrilled to ride the horse—though not yet able to shift, she was a graceful girl capable of maintaining her balance on the mare. Pandemic less so, but Larkspur (with Salvia acting as his translator) put Molcaxitl up on the mare with them. He traveled in his lupus form, knowing the mare would follow him; she had done so since he had stolen her from another. Summer’s colors were all around them, and Larkspur felt a twinge of pain for his son. Pandemic did not enjoy the light, but with Salvia babbling away on the horse (switching between English and Spanish, as she often did with Axi present) the group took an easy route west. Dawn found the assembled group gathering under Sirius’ apple-green gaze. Larkspur had shifted as they neared, and now led the horse in. He helped his children down, and did the same for the coyote. He did not take the tack off of his mare, unsure of what else would be required. Distance travel was easy for wolves, but if supplies needed carried he would need the horse. Salvia lingered close to her brother, while Axi all but hid behind Larkspur’s bulky frame. The coyote was nervous, despite being familiar with the assembled. Larkspur did not blame her; he was aware of her position. <style type="text/css"> .larkspur {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/larkspur.png'); background-position:bottom center; background-color:#BDAC9A; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid black;} .larkspur2 {padding:10px 10px 165px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .larkspur b {color:#EACDB3;} .larkspur p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} .larkspur3 {background:#352A1E;padding:5px; filter:alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity:0.5; -khtml-opacity: 0.5; opacity: 0.5; border:1px solid black;} </style>[/html] - Janos Russo - 05-07-2011 [html] Word Count » 523 :: Guessed there was no set posting order? Oh, and Bastion is on Janos's back, cause he wanted a piggy back o.o Only two short days had passed since his second encounter with the dark female who called herself Eris, and yet the unusual pair was heading out to meet the dark one once more; in search of a home. Even if what she had spoken of sounded more like wishful thinking, he truly hoped that he and the cherub upon his back would find their own family with Eris and this Sirius. Despite being sent ahead to scout the lands, the Russo male had not found them a place to stay, and so he truly hoped that Eris could provide them with what he had failed to find. Bastion shifted a little, and so he adjusted his hold upon the other so that he continued to safely support his master; for Bastion was the sole focus of his attention at all times and the husky like male would not stand by and watch the child be harmed in his presence, nor would he inflict pain upon his master. Stepping forward, his coat was caught up in a burst of wind; the tattered leather flew out behind him, swaying softly with the wind, his sword clattered gently against his leg. It was nearing morning and a dark blanket covered the sky, for tonight was the night of founding, when day light came, so would a new beginning. Cool, blue eyes lifted to stare at the pool of darkness above him, picking out scattered dots of light which were the stars; beautiful and untouchable, a dark night full of endless possibilities. Such beauty could only be taking as a good sign, right? Although he had had a few streaks of bad luck, he prayed that things would work out for he and the little one. Yet, even as memories of pain and torture threatened to consume his mind, the dark thoughts were caught at the last moment and held at bay; leaving only an undying curiosity and the bubbling excitement in him. For tonight only, he would think positively. Never stopping, he continued to move forward at a steady, brisk pace; heading closer and closer to the lands in which Eris had spoken of. As he closed in, he noted the silence that seemed to fill the surrounding area, as if the land itself waited in anticipation. It was not long before the Russo male picked up the scent of the dark female and other canine’s scents, mingled together, creating a path of scent for him to follow. Altering his course slightly, he made his way to their location. Continuing with his upbeat pace, it did not take him long to find them. As the others came into view, he stopped at the back and dipped his head slightly in welcome, before he lowered himself to the ground; so that the cherub he carried upon his back could jump of. Now upon the ground, he crossed his legs and silently sat there, watching the others with cautious eyes. He may somewhat trust Eris, but the others had yet to prove themselves to him. There was no way of knowing whether they were friend or for, yet. - Bastion Hallow - 05-07-2011 [html]
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He was not certain if he could belong anywhere, but that did not have to mean that he couldn't try to find purpose somewhere. Sirius' words had tried to reach him, not quite gotten there but still left the young male curious and intrigued. Life in the caves was monotonic and safe, and it had been a simple task to pick up the katana and walk out of the Queen's underground palace and across the borders of the pack that once had been his. There was no internal torment at this choice, and he was content to discover that his crippled soul had not grown soft during his stay here.
Itachi was not the only present member bearing the scent of Anathema, but there would be no judgement here. The days were growing warmer, though the early mornings could still be considered cool, at least in the blonde's opinion. Ruby eyes shallowly graced the present wolves around him, though his attention was visibly set on the man with the chemical green eyes. Arms were crossed before his chest, and his face was carved out of rock, disguising whatever expectations he had for this group. For now it was curiosity that drove him. He was young and knew little of how things were, and was curios if Sirius was right. .itachi-t49 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi-t49 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi-t49 b {color:#F6EED7; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .itachi-t49 {background-color:#0D0D0D; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010d ... itable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#171613; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .itachi-t49-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .itachi-t49 .inner {margin:120px 10px 10px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #DED4B8; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> - Sirius Revlis - 05-11-2011 [html] Word Count » -- :: table by anna <3 She was the first to arrive, but he knew from the scent of her, and from the glitter of excitement in her downcast eyes, that Eris had amassed those they sought. The midnight-pelted witch had lowered head and submissive posture, but she was a Queen in this land, and surely none could doubt it. The woman took her position at his side, the two silhouetted figures creating a perfect chess-piece set.
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The strange feeling disappeared as quickly as it had come to her, and she found herself instead simply elated as they began to gather from the darkness, having traveled at their various paces to this place. She would not see the caves again; it was unlikely any of them would. She was here for life, anyway -- there was no drawing Eris Eternity away from the power and prestige offered here. Perhaps she was lucky to have it; Sirius might have easily deigned to make the Itachi-canine his subleader. He was vicious enough, and Eris above all others respected that polymorphous shadow she had seen in him, raging at containment within a mortal heart. Still, there was some reason she had been chosen for this, and she would serve Salsola as it served her. Of course, Eris had no knowledge of how to be a leader -- she would need to be educated by Sirius, though they would be secretive and quiet regarding this education as they had been with her education as a hunter. Her skill did not match or so much as come close to touching Sirius's skill where the hunt was concerned, but she was no longer useless. She was capable of feeding herself, of surviving on her own -- though now, with the formation of this place, that would be a formality; the pack would hunt at her beck and call. She could not suppress a toothy smile at this thought, one that spread just as Bastion and Janos arrived. Her chartreuse eyes followed the younger, cream-shaded wolf, marveling once more at his size; she had underestimated him at first, as she was sure all others who first laid eyes upon him did. His size was hardly a detriment to his lifestyle, she noted, especially with burly Janos behind him. The tawny optime wandered up to them with glee in his face, and she bent to receive his affectionate gestures, returning a brief nuzzle to each side of the wolfish maw of Bastion. Her chartreuse eyes flickered downward to the small and whimpering thing he set before her, and widened with glee as the reddish fluid poured from the small thing's throat. She grinned her joyousness at this display and tilted her head downward in thanks at the youth's muttering, finding it entirely appropriate at such an event. Her attentions were quickly drawn to Sirius as he spoke, finding the sight of him anything but irenic to that earlier disparity she had felt before. Gazing upon him, this only served to worsen that feeling, finding his slimmer coyote features attractive in the moment, more so than Larkspur's burliness and size. This reflected a moment in a thoughtful gaze upon her face, though it was easily interpreted as thoughtfulness toward the man's speech. Upon it's completion, the high, coyote notes of a howl rose up from the man's throat, and Eris found herself joining him, lending a lilting feminine tone that carried its own hints and hues of coyote to his. .eris-road2hell {font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .eris-road2hell .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/smrcM.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .eris-road2hell .ooc {font-family:verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:500px;} .eris-road2hell .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .eris-road2hell .tagline {font-family:'Over the Rainbow', arial, serif; font-size:18px; padding:55px 15px 13px 0px; text-align:right;} .eris-road2hell p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 10px;} .eris-road2hell .inner .tagline + p {text-indent:0px;} .eris-road2hell .inner .tagline + p:first-letter{ display:block; margin:5px; float:left; font-size:60px;} .eris-road2hell b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .eris-road2hell u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] |