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- Larkspur D'Angelo - 05-17-2011 [html] It was still evening when his daughter returned, her eyes betraying the worry he saw in her step. She had spoken quickly, using German as she often did around him—he encouraged this, wishing her to become fluent in the language. A strange wolf was near the borders, sniffing around with a horse. As she further described the unknown man, a startled cry had come from behind the pair. Rowan, gray eyes wide, looked terrified. Encouraged to speak by her owner, the French woman had explained as best she could that the man was the one who had brought her this far north. Furious that he would dare try to come after the woman Larkspur viewed as his property, the burly wolf had ordered Salvia to stay with the slave and keep close to the Ruins. Taking his four-legged form, Larkspur quickly traveled in search of Sirius. He did not wish to alert the stranger to their intention, or startle him into realizing he had been spotted—for this reason, stealth was used. It did not take long for the Arbiter to find his lanky leader. Following formal greetings, the orange-eyed man explained as best he could the situation at hand. While Sirius had suggested the dark wolf go after the man himself, Larkspur had insisted he remain close to keep an eye on both his slave and children. This seemed acceptable to the earth-colored man, who asked several more questions about the area the stranger had been seen before allowing the D’Angelo to slink away into the near-dark. <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] - Sirius Revlis - 05-17-2011 [html] Ooc: Sorry for the PP, Kitty, but I'm hoping to get away with only one Sirius post XD <3 He had been seated in his stone throne when the Arbiter arrived. Sirius and Larkspur had come to a private understanding, and as such, the new King was not disappointed to see the massive male with the fiery pits of hell in his eyes. Lupus form was employed, for his ribs hurt less in this form than in the other, more civilized one - With a strange elegance that fit his lanky and arrogant form well, the ocher male slipped to the stone ground and greeted the taller male with a customary nuzzle on each cheek.
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