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- Giuseppe Trovato - 06-01-2011 [html]
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It had been a couple days since Giuseppe had been forced to teach Matteo a hard lesson but it was a lesson he simply had to learn. Not everyone could be trusted, not even family. The sooner naive little Teo understood that life wasn't all rainbows and butterflies the better off he would be. Their own father had fought that lesson to the mix since the brothers were old enough to talk. Often a small and curious Giuseppe would ask too many questions or push for attention and be punished for sinning. The main sin he was punished for was usually greed. If you knew the horrible things that the mud shaded hybrid did in his spare time it would be hard to look past his actions to find out why but in his heart he really wasn't such a horrible person, just a little misunderstood. What would you be like if daddy beat you every time you yelled in desperation of avoiding the stern neglect? So lash out at the source he did. If Matteo hadn't been born albino then it is very possible that the hybrid would have turned into a very sociable and god serving man. .melfreebe02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#151c17; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #35463b; } .melfreebe02-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9aa39d; text-align:center;} .melfreebe02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .melfreebe02 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#455148; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ofree2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #9aa39d; padding: 200px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9aa39d; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .melfreebe02-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #35463b; margin:0 auto;} .melfreebe02-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #77847c; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> - Luna Sabino - 06-04-2011 [html] 394 words/ Sorry for the delay! But here it is. And Kali is the ghost of a white wolfess. It had been a long day for Luna. First, she had tried to stalk a group of white tailed deer, and her tryouts to catch one had been failed. In the end she had given up the hunt and had walked away, but then she twisted her wrist while walking in a muddy path. So now, crippled and hungry, she walked in a random direction, until she stepped in the trace of an injured animal, following it then. Kali followed her closely, this time showing herself as a traslucid shape. "...hey, why don't you rest? you look very bad. No offense implied." The Lupus rolled her eyes at her companion's statement. "I said no offense implied!" "I know, just let me keep on ok? i am still hungry." This time it was the ghost who rolled her eyes. "Whatever." The small conversation was interrupted when the Lupus smelled something else than the bloody trace of what would become her dinner. It was the smell of a nearby pack. And the trace of the injured animal continued towards it's center. The female came to a full stop, and sighed at the impossibility that she had of following her prey any further. And the events werent turning for good either. A diffuse smell reached her nose. It was a canine. Luna turned her head and spotted a dark colored, coyote-like creature walking towards her. At the beginning she wagged her tail. Maybe if she asked for permission she would be able to follow her prey. After all, she didn't face the opportunity of having an easy meal every day. But her joy didn't last for too long. Something was wrong, and she suddenly found out what. She was past the borders of the territory. The female retreated quickly from the territory and lowered her ears and her head a bit, as well as placing her tail between her ankles. Trespassing hadn't been a wise action, and she was aware of it. However, she wasn't used to show extreme submission, and she assumed that only a light display of submission would be enough. Kali unlike her, seemed nervous. She stood beside her, her stance showing anxiety, even though her eyes were empty, as always. That wasn't a good signal. "Kali..." she muttered, but focused on the dark colored canine as he closed the distance between them. table by lin .sabinoedlunaooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .sabinoedlunacred {font-style:italic; color:#000000; text-align:right; font-size:8px;} .sabinoedluna p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .sabinoedluna b {color:#AEAD76; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #26240C; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .sabinoedluna {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#26240C; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:399px;} .sabinoedlunainner{background-color:#736B33; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... unatab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:130px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #3E3B13; width:399px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 06-19-2011 [html] occgoodnessss
.melfreebe02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#151c17; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #35463b; } .melfreebe02-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9aa39d; text-align:center;} .melfreebe02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .melfreebe02 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#455148; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ofree2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #9aa39d; padding: 200px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9aa39d; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .melfreebe02-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #35463b; margin:0 auto;} .melfreebe02-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #77847c; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> - Luna Sabino - 06-22-2011 [html] 368 words. Aggressive. That was the adjective that, in Luna's opinion, suited the canine best. He carried himself with a dominant stance, his head and ears perked up, looking at the female with anger. And she didn't blame him. She had tresspassed on his territory after all. As the male reached her location, snarling, Luna lowered her eyes. She noticed the difference between their sizes, calming a bit. If he tried to attack her she would be able to defend herself. However, the situation suggested that if she recieved a bite, she would not be in the position to complain and return the action. But there was no punishment, no bite. Just a very pissed coydog, demanding her to explain herself. "I-i'm very sorry. I didn't intend to tresspass. I was only following a prey." Her shoulders lowered, showing even more submission than before. Her mistake hadn't been too serious. In fact, she hadn't done it on purpose. But the longer that she remained there, the hungryer that she got. She hadn't eaten that day, and the odd sensation in her empty stomach caused by the gastric juices that had nothing to digest was getting very annoying, almost painful. She stretched her toes a bit, scratching the soil beneath them, pondering whether to vocalize her request or not. In the end she decided to speak. "Humm, i don't know if it would be the best, but i would like to ask for your permission to go after my prey." Her voice was soft and insecure, but it didn't show fear now that she had apologized. "It will not take too much time. I'll just catch it and leave, i swear." Luna whimpered when she felt the effort that her twisted wrist made to support her body in her current stance, and shifted her weight in order to remove as much weight as she could from the sore limp, straightening in order to keep her balance. Her companion remained there, staring at the scene blankly, but clearly nervous and worried for her friend's well being. Luna just hoped that the male would let her pass in order to save both of them the nuisance of being in such an awkward situation. .lunatrees-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .slunatrees b {font-weight:bold; color:#e4d297; letter-spacing:1px} .lunatrees p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .lunatrees {margin:0 auto; background-color:#937b22; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2ypngir.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 235px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#beb88b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify; width:400px; border:1px solid #3f340d; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 07-11-2011 [html] occgoodnessss
.melfreebe02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#151c17; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #35463b; } .melfreebe02-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9aa39d; text-align:center;} .melfreebe02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .melfreebe02 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#455148; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ofree2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #9aa39d; padding: 200px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9aa39d; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .melfreebe02-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #35463b; margin:0 auto;} .melfreebe02-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #77847c; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> - Luna Sabino - 07-12-2011 [html] 441w/ Finally, but here it is. A very pissed off Luna XD Something was going really bad, she could sense it. The lupus felt the mutt's eyes wander along her body, evaluating her as she muttered her excuses. When she felt his muzzle get close to her body, she reacted at the intrusion on her personal space retracting her lips lightly, but her submissive stance didn't flinch. She saw the lust on his eyes, the way he looked at her. Fear. That was what she felt. And confusion. The circumstances placed her on a situation in which she was more vulnerable. And she hated that. Her lips unwrinkled as the male faced her, an evil look on his eyes. This time, she looked at him in the eyes, no longer feeling remorse for trespassing. That seemed to have occured several hours ago. And when he spoke, his words felt as a bunch of teeth scratching her face. She blinked a bit at this, retracting her head a bit due to the surprise, but she looked at him again once it passed. His arguement seemed quite unfair. If he didn't want her to tresspass that he should have said so in the beginning. Why didn't he just chase her off and finish with that? The tension in the atmosphere produced a few changes on the healer's stance. Her ears were pressed firmly against her skull, in case that she had to defend herself; her lips began to tremble, and all her body tensed. She didn't speak when he questioned her, taking it as a retoric question, but her eyes didn't leave him when he began to move towards her hind quarters. She didn't suspected his intentions at first, limiting herself to watch all of his movements. But when he insinuated what he had in mind, she decided that that was enough. No more submissive girl. As soon as he spoke his last word, Luna's lips retracted on an audible growl, turning around so he faced her side instead of her butt. As she moved, she opened her muzzle, closing it near his face with a loud snap of her teeth. Her eyes were no longer pressed to her skull. Instead, she straightened them up along with her tail. Now she was standing at her full size, which caused her torn wrist to hurt. She did her best to ignore this, though. She would not show weakness in front of a possible aggressor. "Not even in a million of years, idiot." Her words came out hissy due to her irritated state. She would not allow a bumtious male to mount her in exchange of a simnple meal. Talking of which, she didn't feel hungry anymore.
Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Ghost says" .lunatrees-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .slunatrees b {font-weight:bold; color:#e4d297; letter-spacing:1px} .lunatrees p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .lunatrees {margin:0 auto; background-color:#937b22; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2ypngir.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 235px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#beb88b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify; width:400px; border:1px solid #3f340d; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 08-03-2011 [html] occgoodnessss
.melfreebe02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#151c17; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #35463b; } .melfreebe02-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9aa39d; text-align:center;} .melfreebe02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .melfreebe02 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#455148; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ofree2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #9aa39d; padding: 200px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#9aa39d; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .melfreebe02-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #35463b; margin:0 auto;} .melfreebe02-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #77847c; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> - Luna Sabino - 08-07-2011 [html] 470w Fumming, the female kept her ground and didn't flinch, not even when the coydog mocked her or threatened her. Her teeth weren't displayed anymore, but her gaze was placed hard on him, not even daring to give him the slightest opportunity to take her. She listened as he spoke big of him, saying how he could tear her off and threatening about what would her alpha do to her. He even called her 'pet'. But a great imaginary barrier had already formed around her, protecting her from his offensive comments and preventing her from attacking him. She didn't need an open injury right now. What was she saying? she could keep him at ray. She was bigger than him, and that gave her an advantage. She half-closed her eyes when he gave her her 'options'. Who was him to tell her what to do? Moving her gaze away from her aggressor, she looked at the border of the packlands, which was a few feet away from them. He hadn't noticed that yet, which unnerved her even more. They were close to Anathema, yes, but in neutral territory. Her gaze returned to his angry features once again, just in time to back off when his jaws closed only a few inches away from her mouth. "You know what? You are nobody to tell me what to do." Her usually pitchy voice was now harsh and hissy. She straightened a bit more, pointing out the difference between their sizes. "I came her by peaceful means. I mended up my transgression, for what?" She gave a step backwards. The intention of leaving was clear in her body posture, but she wanted to put the dark-coated agressor on his place first. "You tried to take advantage of me. So you know what? Go fuck yourself!" Both the ghost and the loner were surprised by the latter's display of aggression and deffensive attitude. The last word was emphasized with an aggressive bark, and, before the coydog was able to react, the earthen-colored wolfess had already turned around and sprinted towards the safety of the forest with certain difficulty due to her torn wrist. Luna didn't even turn around to see if he was chasing her; instead, she kept on running until her limbs were sore. Loud pants left her open mouth as she came to a halt and tried to collect herself. A last look in the direction of the packlands assured her that she was not being followed, so she resumed her path, this time walking, in search of a good place to rest. She wanted to make sure that she was far enough from the Anatheman lands before lowering her guard. This had not been her day. She had almost been raped by a stupid jerk, and she had lost her day's meal.
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