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- Io Berlin - 06-04-2011 [html]
OOC here! Word Count → 000 It had been weeks since Io had ventured to Halifax, months nearly. There had been little need for supplies since there small trip to a nearby village. But now Io felt the need to gather more things for herself. Most of what she had gathered on her last trip were books, recipe books related to her hobby. Io had found herself that day in a jewelery shop. Most of the shiny things had long since gone and the majority of then wooden stock had rotted away over time. Though there were bits and peices here and there that caught the hybrid's eye and what ever did was place safely inside her satchel. The woman now sat on a crumbing wall, the corner had long since collapsed and the brick were strune around the remaining wall. The sun was at it's peak although under the soft shade of the tree, whose roots may or may not have caused the wall to collapse, it was a pleasent temperature and the often gentle breeze made it feel like heaven. Io had no current wish to return to Inferni yet, it was much more appealing to be out in the city, it reminded her of home, which, despite it's shady background, she missed. .io-t52 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .io-t52 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .io-t52 b {color:#17211E; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .io-t52 {background-color:#BBD0CB; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/13aka.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #D9F4FD; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B4E48; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .io-t52-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .io-t52 .inner {margin:10px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .io-t52 .wordcount {color:#17211E; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; margin:2px 10px; border-top:1px dotted #3B4E48; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase;} </style>[/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 06-17-2011 [html] Ohhhh Giu you sly dog WC: +300
The last time he had been to Halifax was months ago, when the two coydog brothers had washed ashore and searched out the nearest source of civilization. Unfortunately this shit hole was all that was found. A green filled city where vines and moss had grown over most building surfaces and dogs of every kind seemed to hide in the shadows. Back in Italy the buildings were well kept when inhabited, mother would have fainted if she saw the dirt lining the interiors of some of these buildings. Image courtesy of J. Paluck@Flickr; coding by the Mentors! <style>.GiuKing .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .GiuKing p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .GiuKing b {color:#af8a49; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .GiuKing {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/RAiuC.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b59e77; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:449px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #312625; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#6a4d1c;} .GiuKing .inner {margin:0px 10px 280px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YkZRr.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .GiuKing .wordcount {color:#af8a49; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #6a4d1c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Io Berlin - 06-18-2011 [html] LOVIN THAT TITLE! The hybrid was awoke from her thoughts by another hybrid. This one of dog origin also. Though the breed was different from her own, stronger looking and shorter furred. 'Hello' her accented voice rang out with an air of fake boredom around it. She flashed a sly grin and looked away, up to the towering grey buildings, painfully akin to her home town. The woman turned to face the man, with another sly grin, though this time more tame. 'And who might you be?' She tilted her head to the side in a soft, gentle and uncharacteristic display of intrest in the male. The soft breeze rattled Io's locks as her silver eyes gazed up at the stranger. A painted hand reached up and moved the fringe strands back, so that that did not restrict her view, particularly of the male. With a soft laugh she turned her head away, gazing up at the buildings again. Keeping her head turned she spoke again, 'What part of the world have you crawled out from?' In any other tone the comment would have sounded nasty, but in her softer, much politer tone, it was an innocent question. Io turned her head away from the crumbling grey walls that surrounded her and look back to the male beside her. .Ioafreeb2a b {font-weight:bold; color:#518F00; letter-spacing:1px; } .Ioafreeb2a-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4c4c4d; text-align:center;} .Ioafreeb2a p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Ioafreeb2a {margin:0 auto; width:444px; background-color:#c2c2c3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... reeb02.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #8cd701; padding: 150px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4c4c4d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.5px; text-align:justify;} .Ioafreeb2a-border1 {width:446px; border:1px solid #4c4c4d; margin:0 auto;} .Ioafreeb2a-line1 {width:410px; border-bottom:1px dotted #676767; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Giuseppe Trovato - 07-11-2011 [html] Sorry for the wait there Rose! WC: +300
The female wasn't bad looking. Certainly not the best looking he'd ever seen but no bad at all. But what really caught his attention was her voice. His large ears perked up at her greeting. “My my my..” he spoke, his eyes glittering. It wasn't very often in these parts that he heard an accent clearly from the Eastern part of the world. Most canines from Nova Scotia seemed to be oblivious to the rest of the world. Back in the homeland he had run into the odd dog from other parts of Europe. The wide variety of languages was astonishing to the traditional Italian man, it almost brought him back to his nights of going to balls, weddings, business meetings and his days of horseback ridding at the ranch. “Giuseppe Trovato.” He announced with a dip of his head. Image courtesy of J. Paluck@Flickr; coding by the Mentors! <style>.GiuKing .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .GiuKing p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .GiuKing b {color:#af8a49; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .GiuKing {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/RAiuC.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b59e77; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:449px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #312625; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#6a4d1c;} .GiuKing .inner {margin:0px 10px 280px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YkZRr.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .GiuKing .wordcount {color:#af8a49; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #6a4d1c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Io Berlin - 07-11-2011 [html] No problem
Io smiled and nodded, 'Yes, I know of Italy'. She had heard of it but had never actually been able to visit it. She answered, her voice soft, 'Poland myself. I joined Inferni, but I have disscussed moving with my family, Anathema came up within the conversation actually. My older brother followed me here also. He join Cercatori d'...something.. I do not know'. She shrugged, chuckling softly. In all honesty she did not care what the pack her brother had decided to grace with his membership, all she knew was that if she heard anything remotely similar to what she could remember, she would stay away from that location. Io stood up, pushing her white locks away from her face and smiled again. 'I saw some candles in a shop not far from here... And I am sure that wood good enough to make torches with can be found somewhere too'. The hybrid pondered for a moment, 'I know of a place where there may be some stationary also...'. It was the place where she had found a glorious array of the books she needed for her cooking. 'I could show you both places if you wish'. She smiled slyly, sweeping a fallen lock away from her face. .free-a23 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .free-a23 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .free-a23 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .free-a23 b {color:#cbc6c1; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .free-a23 {font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#767172; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:473px;} .free-a23 .inner{background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/gifts/free-a23.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:200px 0px 10px 0px; border:0px solid #fff; width:473px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 07-18-2011 [html] WC: +300
Poland. It was close enough to Italy that he knew the name. It was a good sized country to the north, just to the right of Germany. His Geography teacher had pointed it out once in a lesson and by chance he had been paying attention that day. Geography really wasn't that interesting but it had come in handy when it came to drawing maps and using a compass for the caves. It interested him when she mentioned that she too had a brother but that he had taken up residence somewhere else. In Italy you never abandoned your family, Trovato's stuck together it was just the rule. If one of the brothers left it would be a betrayal on a massive scale. Image courtesy of J. Paluck@Flickr; coding by the Mentors! <style>.GiuKing .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .GiuKing p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .GiuKing b {color:#af8a49; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .GiuKing {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/RAiuC.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b59e77; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:449px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #312625; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#6a4d1c;} .GiuKing .inner {margin:0px 10px 280px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YkZRr.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .GiuKing .wordcount {color:#af8a49; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #6a4d1c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Io Berlin - 07-19-2011 [html] 300+ Io shook her head with a light chuckle, 'You have no need to apologise, I only know of three packs around here, Inferni, Anathema and that other one', she wouldn't try to pronounce the other pack's name again, she could not remember what the damn place was called and it did not matter, why should Galileo Gray matter in this conversation. As Guiseppe motioned for her to move forward before him, Io smiled, looking over her shoulder and simply saying, 'Thank you'. Her voice was kept low for this comment, only made more frustrating for the male when added to a flirtatious glance. She turned away quickly, smiling to herself as she moved along in front of the male. Aeron would not mind if anything happened, it had been the clause of their relationship. Both parties were obliged to sleep with who ever they wished as long as they came home at the end of the night. At last they reached the shop the russet hybrid had spoken of. 'Here' Io said, spinning round and walking backwards for a moment, before turning around to clamber through the broken window, long clear of a full pane. 'I find a lot of good crap here, most of it's inside the store room up top. I figured that most of the canines that come here just that what they can see'. Io had the sense to look. She moved up the stairs slowly. As she reached the stuffy store rooms on the second floor she spoke, 'Be careful, that floor is not that stable. I'll be over here, while you sort through what you need'. She moved over to a spare mattress at the far left of the room and sat down on it, pointing towards some boxes which contained paper and other utensils. .IoBerlinfreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #f3f3f3; } .IoBerlinfreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#2a2a2a; text-align:right;} .IoBerlinfreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .IoBerlinfreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:480px; background-color:#eeeeee; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... freeb1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #f3f3f3; padding: 135px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#2a2a2a; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .IoBerlinfreebe01-border1 {width:486px; border:1px solid #494949; margin:0 auto;} .IoBerlinfreebe01-line1 {width:450px; border-bottom:1px dotted #313131; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Giuseppe Trovato - 08-14-2011 [html] Sorry this is so late Rose! Would you mind wrapping it up in your next post? Either a fade to black or whatever. If you choose to go the M rated route coudl you also add M to the title and paste on a Mature warning WC: +300
It was oddly reassuring to know that he wasn’t alone in his lack of exploration. There had never been a need for him to visit any other packs and he rarely mingled with wolves to begin with, taking a large bias towards coyotes and dog hybrids. Wolves were too simple minded for his complex thoughts and he thoroughly believed that a wolf was made for labor while dogs and coyote’s were made to point them in the direction of what needed to be done. Io’s glance was not missed by the active minded hybrid and he quickly returned the glance with a smooth, “You’re welcome.” Why was it that manners, when placed in a situation where there was a possibility of a little fun later on, always seemed to be a lot more interesting? Image courtesy of J. Paluck@Flickr; coding by the Mentors! <style>.GiuKing .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .GiuKing p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .GiuKing b {color:#af8a49; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .GiuKing {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/RAiuC.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b59e77; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:449px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #312625; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#6a4d1c;} .GiuKing .inner {margin:0px 10px 280px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YkZRr.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .GiuKing .wordcount {color:#af8a49; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #6a4d1c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Io Berlin - 08-22-2011 [html] all M'd up?! Word Count → The russet hybrid nodded, 'Since this place is abundant with wolves, there is still a lot of good things here, despite the lack of stock downstairs. They are too stupid to realise the stock room is sotc and only a floor above them'. Or perhaps they did know, but there bulky size did not allow them to dance over the broken floor boards like dogs and coyotes. 'So, what is Anathema like?' she asked, leaning back, small talk was, a way to pass time while minds were made up. And anyhow, she had decided that Anathema was a possible place to live. And what a better way to get a pack insight then to ask a member. 'I don't know of any other pack's save from that Cercatori place, Crimson something and Inferni and Anathema of course. I am also aware of of another pack Inferni was once at war wiith, but that is all I know...' she trained off, her mind turning to wonder about what other packs were in the area. It didn't matter much though, it was unlikely she'd be moving packs again anytime soon. .io-t52 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .io-t52 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .io-t52 b {color:#17211E; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .io-t52 {background-color:#BBD0CB; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/13aka.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #D9F4FD; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B4E48; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .io-t52-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .io-t52 .inner {margin:10px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .io-t52 .wordcount {color:#17211E; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; margin:2px 10px; border-top:1px dotted #3B4E48; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase;} </style>[/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 09-13-2011 [html] WC: +300
A happy and demented smile grew on the mixed coyote’s face. So this dog believed the same as the Italians. “You know in Italy wolves are bought as slave laborers. Only Coyote’s and dogs are given any value.” Giggling at his own addition on wolf stupidity Giuseppe felt as though this red and white lady before could certainly fit in back home. Maybe he would seduce her and steal her away in the night. Perhaps he’d have to use a drug to make her sleep. Unable to think of such a drug he decided the best way to knock the girl out would be with a solid piece of wood right over the head. Pushing the dark thought to the back of his mind he nodded along, trying to get back into the present moment of the conversation. Image courtesy of J. Paluck@Flickr; coding by the Mentors! <style>.GiuKing .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .GiuKing p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .GiuKing b {color:#af8a49; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .GiuKing {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/RAiuC.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b59e77; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:449px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #312625; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#6a4d1c;} .GiuKing .inner {margin:0px 10px 280px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YkZRr.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .GiuKing .wordcount {color:#af8a49; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #6a4d1c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Io Berlin - 09-15-2011 'Italy seems...' she paused, adding length to her words, as she played with her words. 'Efficient'. In Cesarski, wolves were sadly treated with more graciousness. But most she had seen were the builders, hunters, warriors, replacable things more often than not. 'It's a shame I did not visit before I left' she remenised softly, visiting places had been hard with Sarajevo, and she had wanted him far away from Iven but that seemed pointless now he'd had followed Galileo to Canada. It was enough to make her scream, but then again there were little things that kept her sane. 'I shall definetly pay your home a visit, if not to join then to see you again'. It wasn't a lie, she truly enojyed the brief amount of company he had given her so far. But still, from what she had heard of Anathema, she would be joining it's ranks. It seemed almost perfect. He spoke of their leader, 'Well, if all this... amazing talk revolves around wolf run pack, then I would expect nothing less' her words were light and airly, inviting almost. Guiseppe moved closer, placing his hand on her,she had not espected it but it was a welcome move. She moved closer too, twisting her body slightly so she sat half facing him and half facing the open room. 'So, do you always lure girls into hidden places and seduce them?' Her voice was laced with a soft laugh. |