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- Halo Lykoi - 06-08-2011 [html] As always, I fail at starting threads 8D ENJOY
The russet lady’s eyes traced the remaining explosion of blush at the very end of the horizon without impression. Nothing was beside the ordinary, and though she was unhappy about the current flow in her life, she knew better than to complain loudly anymore. Things could always be much worse, she knew this first hand. But she could not enjoy the sunset, at least not while Inferni’s distinctive borders were so far behind her. She did prefer to remain close to home, though she did occasionally take smaller trips around the nearby territories, which were usually free of wolves.
There had been rumours of another pack, now to the northwest of them. It seemed they insisted on surrounding the lonely coyote clan. But little hostility had been registered lately, except for the loss of a young member, though that incident was growing more distant for every passing day. She knew so little, but she hadn’t known the boy well. She knew where she could find more details, but she loathed the other individuals that led the clan.
She would continue to trail the coast until she reached safe ground once again. It was a shame she hadn’t started out sooner today so that she could reach the outskirts of the newly established pack to snoop a bit around. But she did not wish to venture close to another pack together with the decreasing light. .AnaFK-08 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-08 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-08 b {font-family:verdana; color:#fad562; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-08 {background-color:#170f0b; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fdfddb; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb29 ... ouls/6.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:297px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-08-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Sirius Revlis - 06-14-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ Darkness had begun its descent on the world, but Sirius Revlis was not afraid of the dark.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 06-26-2011 [html] Herp a derp <3
The absence of ash on the wind would always make her feel slightly emptier whenever she was away from home. When did she turn into such an easily disturbed personality? The fire in her heart remained vivid, but she couldn’t walk on the tracks it wanted her to follow. While could create life, it was best suited to kill and destroy. She wanted to be violent, but she also wanted peace. Perhaps the strong strings of youth could be manipulated and amended to help her serve a greater cause. Life was a difficult journey with only a few scattered treasures along the way. She would forever thirst for the dreams that would never be real, but the fever had to be sated before she burned to death.
At least the salt was something she recognized, and she inhaled the freshness of it with some contentment as the world darkened around her. But Halo had never feared the dark, not even after she discovered that monsters were real. She wished to be one of them after all, and while she feared many things, she did not want to be afraid for fear itself. So her elegant motion did not suffer with the knowledge that she was being followed. Her footsteps shortened slightly and her pace suffered the effects. Crimson eyes of a dominant predator took off to scout the darkness, though the approaching hunter did not disguise himself with silence.
The sweet song of her one and only loyal companion caressed her mind and gave her peace. ”Do you wish for death?” The exotic woman wondered, her silky voice genuinely curious without the heavy weight of an angry threat behind it. Was she arrogant to announce her superiority so easily? .AnaFK-08 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-08 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-08 b {font-family:verdana; color:#fad562; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-08 {background-color:#170f0b; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fdfddb; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb29 ... ouls/6.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:297px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-08-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Sirius Revlis - 06-26-2011 [html] Word Count » -- It seemed the woman knew she had been tracked - No surprise loitered on her exotic features for his sudden appearance. The man stilled his forward motion, meeting the rare ruby red of her eyes with pleasant recognition. Lykoi blood; She was of the royal coyotes, a princess of the clan and no less. Always, the hue of such eyes gave away such connection, but unlike other fools, Sirius did not fear it. The Monarchy, he knew, was crumbling - With it, the stability of Salsola's greatest threat.
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It was with controlled intrigue ruby hues watched the male rising up before her, born from spring’s shadows, too gentle and dull compared to darker seasons. His first response harvested nothing from her. They were well chosen though, and the echoes of her smirk lingered by the corners of her lips. His smile was not pristine white as hers, though the visual response from her was lightly appreciative from her side. Did he wish to see her blood run cold through the grass? What a strange thought to harbour. He was her enemy by default, and she wondered if her view was shared.
He asked who she was, and the brilliant sparkle in her eyes changed into something darker. ”Can’t see why that’s any of your business..” She didn’t want to deal with monsters in the dark, especially not those with yellow crocodile smiles. ”Why are you following me?” she added, maintaining her loose cool and disguising any truth.
He was from the new pack, wasn’t he? She had already established a degree of hostility, but decided to find out before she was to chase him away with the twin sword. Would Ezekiel frown at her inability to forge friendships between the clan and the nearby groups of wolves? Gabriel had to know what he had done by placing her down by his side, but what about the arrogant traitor son that so recently had risen to sit on the throne? .AnaFK-08 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-08 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-08 b {font-family:verdana; color:#fad562; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-08 {background-color:#170f0b; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fdfddb; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb29 ... ouls/6.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:297px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-08-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Sirius Revlis - 07-01-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ It was rare for him to find a woman that held such presence. Sirius was no masochist - He placed no importance on gender, only on value, on presence and worth. The worth of women seemed most frequently to be only of aesthetics, purposeful only as pretty things to adorn his life with. There were a few exceptions. The black witch, she who was held closest to his shallow heart; The Kimaris banshee, temptress and mystic. Few others were given respect, but in fairness, such could be said for both genders.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 07-01-2011 [html] --
The poison woman was acquainted with other optimes wielding weapons and knew, just like the stranger before her, that a blade’s intent as well as mortality depended on the hand that held it. The Centurion had met her share of ridiculous wolves, and while she was not great at verbal interaction with other parts, she could usually read others by observing their body language and their plain, stupid faces. The man was a hybrid, an impure wolf with ears too large for it to be a coincident. His eyes were of a green that could hold a woman’s attention for several long moments, and she too was captured for a sparse moment. She did believe she was faced with a deadly predator, though she could not tell if he would strike with poison or claw.
She found his responding words funny, but only her eyes laughed. ”Oh, don't worry, I can't think of a reason why I should fear you,” she smiled, entertainment running thick through melodic tones. She refused to fear anyone. Fear ran frequently in her past and she wouldn’t let this negativity ruin her future. She would never experience eternal sunshine, but she had to learn to appreciate the good days as well as the bad.
Her face moved to the side in response to his odd question. Should she know this odd fellow with such interesting marks running down along the side of his chest? However, when he spoke such words she couldn’t help but ponder. Perhaps there was something to his features. She found them handsome, without realizing partly why this was. She did appreciate what she saw though, but her mind made it all less attractive to ruin interaction. Sparkling rubies traced the crocodile smile as she replied, satisfied to have the subject willingly rise so quickly. ”Do you belong to the newly established pack to the far west?” .AnaFK-08 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-08 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-08 b {font-family:verdana; color:#fad562; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-08 {background-color:#170f0b; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fdfddb; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb29 ... ouls/6.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:297px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-08-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Sirius Revlis - 07-02-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ It was enthralling, to finally find a creature with a canny likeness to he. In truth, Sirius knew precious little about the woman - She was Inferni bred, most probably Lykoi blood. Gabrielkin? It was difficult to be certain. But those ruby eyes of hers spoke where placid mask did not, and he was spiked with thrill to find them hesitating upon him.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 07-09-2011 [html] --
Ruby gaze followed the male as his body fluidly changed into movement; slowly starting a circle around her as he spoke. Her demeanour did not change to display her displeasure about the predatory role he had just taken on. She was a natural killer as well, and a bloody good one according to her beliefs. His size outmatched hers, of course, but she was a snake with limbs, gifted with reflexes matching a feline’s fine yet deadly grace. She would keep her smile attached to her face for now and enjoy the attention while she had it. Her attractive smile only grew as he corrected her in such a delicious way.
Eyebrows rose, though certainly not in awe of this man. ”So I am in the presence of a King?” sweet tones asked, empty of any doubt. She recognized his arrogance well, for she herself was a victim of this that could be considered flaw and skill, depending on its strength and nature. She could be sweeter than this, certainly. The hand wielding the sword was somewhat lowered. She should have no reason to fear this man more than any other creature. She’d listen to his silver tongue as long as it entertained her. .AnaFK-08 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-08 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-08 b {font-family:verdana; color:#fad562; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-08 {background-color:#170f0b; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fdfddb; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb29 ... ouls/6.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:297px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-08-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Sirius Revlis - 07-12-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ His gaze ravaged that which he saw, fiercely bright with olive venom and feverish intelligence. It occurred to him that the wildcat would be able to defend herself far better than he would be able to attack her - Although there was, at this time, no urge to do such a thing. He was a Hunter, not a warrior, and the difference lay in surprise. Regardless, large footpaws continued their smooth circling gait, leaving grooves in the soft mulchy earth where large claws pierced the surface.
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Thick eyelashes framing bloody sunsets fluttered, slightly, utterly charmed by his delicious way of words. There was nothing to lose for her here, and she would do well to remember that, even if intern strings shook with foul memories. Her slender muzzle dipped slightly -- nodding, as a not-so-innocent smile took possession of her dark lips, though only for a moment before she lifted her face and let slender fingers brush away stray strands of auburn locks. His demeanour was more polished than her own, but it did not leave her hanging behind, and she found some of her old self peeking out through shards of shattered glass.
This did please her. As he finished his round, the hungry steel blade had been returned to its dark sheath, its hunger unquenched. The katana was not what made this woman dangerous, and she would have to trust in her own abilities. Lessons were to be learned today. He suddenly reached out with his hand, palm faced up, though her steady gaze remained with him, this handsome, unpredictable snake in a wolf’s skin. The fingers that had so carefully tended to her locks now curled against her smile, and as her gaze dropped from his; completing the appearance of young shyness. The remaining hand of copper and cream settled against his though, for the disturbance of her trust would not favour the man; she’d make sure of that.
A younger version of her might have reacted, though the Centurion did not care enough to think twice before giving out her name. ”I’m Halo,” she smiled, realizing even after two years, the irony of her name still brought forth a mental frown. She desired his as well, but the question was not asked through her voice, but through the glittering pools of crimson seas set in her eyes. .AnaFK-08 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-08 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-08 b {font-family:verdana; color:#fad562; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-08 {background-color:#170f0b; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fdfddb; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb29 ... ouls/6.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:297px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-08-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Sirius Revlis - 07-21-2011 [html] Word Count » -- She was as skilled as he in the art of manipulation, and although he saw as much, it was difficult not to be lured in by thick lashes and coy smile. The woman was a maneater, and the devil in her bleeding eyes proved as much. However, he had never been a creature to shy away from the sinful, and lust for this strangely familiar beauty curled within him, even as the King sought to control it.
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But he didn’t let go; held on to her slender hand. Scarlet gaze had risen to his face again, though fingers curled slightly to allow cat-clawed fingers to dig into the thin layer of fur by the base of his wrist, though not with a force enough to pierce his skin. Royal blood should never be wasted unless there was reason for it, and Sirius’ manners made her most reluctant to think such unkind thoughts.
He asked what she was doing so far north, and her smile continued to curl upwards. ”Am I in trouble?” she wondered, allowing her pleasant gaze to drop only slightly in a deceitful appearance of mild regret. Her eyes rose to his again, sharp as the colour they possessed, white teeth winking at him as she presented her answer. ”Curiosity, I suppose. We’re quite interested in our new neighbour.” Halo seldom bothered with the wolf packs in these lands, but now, with her hand held by the new group’s king, she found herself heavily intrigued. .AnaFK-08 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-08 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-08 b {font-family:verdana; color:#fad562; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-08 {background-color:#170f0b; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fdfddb; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb29 ... ouls/6.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:297px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-08-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Sirius Revlis - 08-16-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ Hers was the grin of a Cheshire cat, playfully dangerous as she toyed with his attentions. Ebony claws nipped lightly at his wrist, and the King did not for a moment doubt that they could have drawn plentiful blood had the siren so desired. Her whimsy was what held him so close, and so intact - If it were shattered, if only slightly, he knew his situation would be a much more perilous one.
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His hand pulled away from hers, and in lack of a better motion, fingers lifted to brush through dark locks ripe with healthy shine. The remaining arm moved to support her elbow, leaning against the upper part of her ribcage. Eyes watched his rougher fingers fondle the tufted beard, and the simple smile became something much more intriguing. She learned that Salsola was likely to treat their trespassers as poorly as Inferni did. She liked that, and nodded at his words. ”Of course, I wouldn’t want your patrols hurt,” Her voice was softer than it should be, but it was important to exclude any possibility of threat from her voice. If they were a bunch of fools suffering from paranoia, she wouldn’t encourage it. Not with this handsome hunter.
She remained still as he bowed, but she was slightly offended he would wish to leave so soon, for his words hinted as much. But yeah, no harm done, she decided. Perhaps she would find a moment to impress the sour faced Ezekiel about her knowledge of the north-western wolf pack.
There was only one seed of weed buried in the exciting garden. She wasn’t at their borders, but she did believe she could catch a whiff of someone that she could never exile from her heart. But she wouldn’t want to think about him. She’d rather listen to this voice that said she was beautiful. ”No harm done,” She smiled, wondering if he played so well with every individual he encountered. She rather hoped not. ”Your reputation is quite safe,” She ensured him, wishing only to reach out to get to touch the relaxed curls framing his masculine face. ”I’ll be pleased to report back to Inferni about our lovely, handsome neighbour.” He had played her well in any case, for she couldn’t find it in her to throw up a hostile frame.
Perhaps it would be different once she turned from his handsome face. She certainly hoped so. .AnaFK-08 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-08 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-08 b {font-family:verdana; color:#fad562; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-08 {background-color:#170f0b; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fdfddb; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb29 ... ouls/6.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:297px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-08-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Sirius Revlis - 09-10-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ She was a dancing flame, and he knew himself to be the dazzled moth, circling a little too closely to tongues of fire. While the sizzling of heat within his blood told the male of his own desires, he knew far better than to allow them free reign. Chaos was a beautiful thing, the chaos of passion and lust most of all, but self-mastery came from such a deep and steely resolve within him that each calculated move conveyed no more, and no less, than his manically genius wit intended. Although not large of brawn nor fearsome in battle, the Thistle King was a true mastermind, and he played this verbal game with splendid ease.
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Oh, she should have felt somewhat satisfied with what she had learned, but appetizers couldn’t soothe anything. It was the main dish she wished to dig her teeth into. But he wouldn’t allow himself to linger.
A mere nod was all she seemed to offer the poison man, though several more long moments passed after his disappearance before the royal female turned her gaze away from the spot where he had melted into the shadows. Fingers played with the soft silk of her half-skirt, mourning the lost possibility to touch more. Who the fuck did this man think he was. Laughter tore through the forest’s tranquil grace, and the woman turned to head home. Until we meet again. .AnaFK-08 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-08 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-08 b {font-family:verdana; color:#fad562; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-08 {background-color:#170f0b; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fdfddb; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb29 ... ouls/6.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:297px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-08-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> |