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- Gypsy Rodrigus - 08-04-2011 [html] ooc text.
She was home, and for once she was among her own kind, wolves, much larger and probably stronger wolves, but wolves none the less and she didn't want to leave any time soon. A sharp squeak from the corner interrupted her thoughts, her eyes scanning the area to find Boris scratching and digging along the walls and ground, as if making himself more at home as well. "You like it here too don't you Boris?" She smiled to the mouse getting up she allowed her jaw to stretch large in a yawn. There was much sleep she had to catch up on, but for now she had other things to attend to. More important matters such as meeting the pack, and learning the ways of the land. Turning from her long time mouse friend she exited her spot in the den, and began a self given tour of the cave, in hopes that she would meet her new pack members. .Gypsytab-1 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .Gypsytab-1 b {color:#000000;} .Gypsytab-1-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .Gypsytab-1-charname {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#FFE8A2; text-shadow:#1C0A00 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:20px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Gypsytab-1-separator {text-align:center; margin:2px 0px; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... gypsy2.png); height:257px; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style: solid none; border-color:#000000;} .Gypsytab-1-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .Gypsytab-1 {background-color:#fef3b5; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:12px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] - Matteo Trovato - 08-04-2011 [html] Word Count » 351 :: Steal! Normally Matteo wouldn't be caught dead in the single room tunnel system. Since he'd moved into a family den with Alaki and Camilla, he'd been staying away from the halls he used to see as 'home'. However, today he'd been in quite the interesting mood; he felt bored. Camilla was stuck with him since she'd gotten lost in the caves the night before. He'd grounded her for wandering off without supervision, especially in the unmarked areas. She was over the whole thing now, happy to be hanging around her brother again... but Teo was starting to reconsider dragging her around. She wouldn't stop gabbing. ... e poi ho detto Carissa da nascondere e ha ascoltato! Penso che lei mi capisce ogni giorno di più. Non è fantastico, Matteo? Camilla chattered happily, tail waving and arms clinging to the little raccoon in question. Matteo hadn't really been listening. Fantastica. He paused a moment but kept walking, his tail flicking. The moment his sister opened her mouth to continue talking, he stopped and looked down at her. Camilla, vi prega di calmarsi un po '? La gente potrebbe essere a dormire. He chided, keeping his voice calm and flat, not wanting to show how annoyed he was at that moment. The little pup murmured her apology and started walking when he did. This time, she started humming softly, an Italian lullaby his mother had apparent sung to her as well, before the woman had passed on. He didn't mind this time... in fact, he started humming along as they strolled. He only stopped when he spotted someone leaving a room that, just the day before, had been empty. He didn't pay much mind... but Camilla had obviously noticed. Curiously, boldly, she skipped away from her brother to greet the newcomer. Hello! She chimed in a thick Italian accent as she approached, tail waving and eyes bright and cheery. Matteo was slower to follow, hands in his pockets and tail still behind him. He offered the stranger a smile as a greeting, and a short nod, before coming to stand behind and beside his sister quietly. .matteo-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic;} .matteo-a01 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .matteo-a01 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .matteo-a01 b {color:#b1c2b9; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .matteo-a01 {font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:470px;} .matteo-a01 .inner{background-color:#7e8f6f; background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/gifts/matteo-a01.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:265px 0px 10px 0px; border:0px solid #fff; width:470px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Anon - 08-04-2011 [html] Out of Character
Word Count; 326+ In Character
A large yawn escaped the black and white maw as the she-wolf padded down the long wide tunnel of the underground territory. She felt safe in these walls, but also a bit scared. They held her in, directed her in the direction they wanted to move, not at her free will. She shook the though from her head and kept padding down the dirt path, tail swishing as she looked from side to side. Many dens lay behind curtians and she sniffed, remembering her "settling in". Alaki, the male that showed her to a den was rude, and a bit short with her. Although she rarely let him get away with it, giving smart comments right back. It was at the time that she was unaware that he was of much higher rank than her. She sighed again, already on bad terms with someone, of course. She continued a ways down the long tunnel, making sure to not turn off anywhere that she was unsure of. Deep in thought about how to repay the stubborn mule of a male in the nicest way that she possibly could, she didn't see the crowd ahead of her. Her form was not something she usually took, for the lack of better judgement, it wasn't right. But she had seen far to many in the same form, staring at her and felt she would be best to blend. Her short cutoff jeans snug against her hips were starting to fray from lack of care. She tugged at them lightly and stood behind the male that was standing back from the crowd. Nose twitching she padded forward a bit more and hoped he didn't think she was spying, more just watching how the pack worked. With a slight sigh and shrug of the shoulders she stepped forward, to fall into place next to the male and watched the younger she-wolf boldy say hello to the black female in front of her. .anontab-a1 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .anontab-a1 b {color:#171816;} .anontab-a1-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .anontab-a1-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#DDE6CF; text-shadow:#1C0A00 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .anontab-a1-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .anontab-a1 {background-color:#d5d2af; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #DDE6CF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#474844; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... ontab2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } </style>[/html] - Gypsy Rodrigus - 08-05-2011 [html] 304 word count, I'm getting up there slowly but surely
Out of the corner of her eye Gypsy saw another wolf approaching, this one decorated in white and black fur, and by the smell she was female too. Turning her attention to her also she allowed her eyes to take in the various members of the pack, the look was definitely out of her norm, but it was a welcomed difference compared to loneliness. “How is it that you all know each other?” She asked to all. “Or at least came to be here,” she pressed on, that was one of her faults. Gypsy tended to want to know the world when it came to an individual, and sometimes she feared it was a tad overbearing of her. .Gypsytab-1 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .Gypsytab-1 b {color:#000000;} .Gypsytab-1-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .Gypsytab-1-charname {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#FFE8A2; text-shadow:#1C0A00 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:20px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Gypsytab-1-separator {text-align:center; margin:2px 0px; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... gypsy2.png); height:257px; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style: solid none; border-color:#000000;} .Gypsytab-1-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .Gypsytab-1 {background-color:#fef3b5; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:12px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] |