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- Wretch D'Angelo - 08-20-2011 [html]
.wretchroad .ooc {font-style:italic; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:400px; margin:0px auto;} .wretchroad p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .wretchroad b {color:#A2152C; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .wretchroad { background-color:#C37400; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/mwRV1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000; line-height:13px; width:400px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; } .wretchroad .inner {margin:140px 10px 20px 10px; padding:10px; background-color:#fff; background-repeat:repeat; background-position: top center; -moz-opacity: 0.5; opacity: 0.5; filter: alpha(opacity=40); border:1px solid #000000;} </style>[/html] - Arye Cybelle - 08-25-2011 Arye Cybelle had a good feeling about Trenton. As chen-tao, she had accustomed herself to most of Ichika no-Hoen in the months she had settled here with Pripyat Soul. Now the yearling was exploring the abandoned housing within Trenton. There was an apartment complex not too far away where she knew some of her fellow Ichikians now had homes. Arye herself had not settled any one place yet, but she had taken a great liking to Trenton in general. She didn't know how Pripyat felt about this particular part of Ichika. He didn't generally hold his cards close to his chest, and they spoke freely and often together, but it had not come up. Arye was not dissatisfied with their current situation; they would often sleep under the stars or seek shelter in lean-to shelters, always together, whenever they decided to rest. The world was their home, under the wide open sky. But right now, the wide open sky was beginning to pour rain. The honey-eyed girl sucked in a swift breath when she felt the first cool drop fall on her cream colored pelt. The lithe girl turned her eyes toward potential shelters, but heard once more the peculiar sound on this street of rubber against concrete. It was a discreet sound, not annoying at all, but strange. The mystery solved itself when she found a white girl with a discolored leg propped up on a strange device that held her in a seated position. How in the world did that work? Arye had never seen such a contraption in her life. It became clear that the other girl could navigate the streets within the chair by pulling herself to make the wheels turn. How very odd! She noticed that she was trying to hurry away from the rainfall. Arye approached her quickly as even more rain drops fell on her shoulders and face. "Do you need help getting out of here? We could go in there," Arye said, pointing to small duplex style house with a low sitting porch. She didn't know how they'd get the seat contraption up there, but Arye thought this girl must know how to do that. The cream colored girl tried to touch the wheels as the younger, white girl had, but found that she could not move the chair as easily. - Wretch D'Angelo - 08-29-2011 [html] Feel free to have her push her inside!!
.wretch_forest .ooc {font-style:italic; } .wretch_forest p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .wretch_forest b {color:#84ba35; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .wretch_forest {background-color:#d3eed4; background-image:url(http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/9266 ... forest.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5b8f80; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 230px 0px; } .wretch_forest-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Arye Cybelle - 08-30-2011 After what seemed like forever, but was only just another moment in the beginning of the new storm, Arye finally grasped how to move the white girl's chair. Grasping the handles, she pushed her carefully, starting slowly at first. She didn't know how much force it would take to move the chair at the appropriate pace without having the wolf seated upon it be jostled. Arye was motivated by the white girl's sense of urgency and discomfort. It was obvious that her fellow Ichikan did not want to be out and exposed to the elements. The cream colored girl heard the other girl mumbling, and golden colored eyes narrowed slightly as she dealt with the dilemma of how to get the chair to mount the two shallow stairs without hurting the other canine. Gingerly, the chen-tao tilted the chair backward at a very shallow angle, and saw that this would enable her to push her up the stairs until they could be upright on the porch. When she did this, it tilted the blue-eyed girl back so that for a moment the two were face to face. "My name is Arye Cybelle. I used to live in Phoenix Valley, and I've been here since the beginning of the summer," the cream colored yearling explained with a crooked grin before righting the girl's chair. "What's your name?" the chen-tao asked, relieved that they had reached the relative shelter of the porch, beneath the overhang of the duplex's roof. "We can go inside if you want," Arye added, indicating the door. "I am pretty sure that this will open." The chen-tao moved to the door, grasping the handle firmly and twisting it for a moment before it opened with a rusty creak. - Wretch D'Angelo - 08-30-2011 [html]
.wretch_forest .ooc {font-style:italic; } .wretch_forest p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .wretch_forest b {color:#84ba35; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .wretch_forest {background-color:#d3eed4; background-image:url(http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/9266 ... forest.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5b8f80; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 230px 0px; } .wretch_forest-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Arye Cybelle - 08-30-2011 She helped to maneuver Wretch over the raised threshold, then turned to push the door closed behind her. A sudden gust of wind fought her for control of the door, pushing it inward as the cream colored wolf pushed it outward. The door slammed shut as Arye applied more force. She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust her sight to the gloom of this enclosed space. She could smell cloth, wood, and dust. This place seemed old and empty, definitely unclaimed by any tenant at the moment. How long had it been since someone other than Wretch and Arye had been inside? The girl turned her gaze back to Wretch. Since the floor was more or less clear, she thought that Wretch would be able to move her chair by herself at this time. Arye walked a little further into the dim living space and leaned against an old couch, and then answered the blue-eyed girl's question. "I don't have any family here," she replied. There was no note of sadness in her voice, as she was just stating fact. No one here shared her blood. "I have a wonderful friend here though - Pripyat. He is the son of the ex-leader of Phoenix Valley. When I came here, I didn't really think of staying, but I stayed to get to know him. And now..." she spread her hands to indicate that her stay had grown into a permanent membership of the pack, which was now Ichika. "I don't know Razekiel too well, either," Arye said, speaking of the hippie ryu. She definitely respected him as a leader, but did not find very much common ground with him. She respected his ideals and wanted to try to live a peaceful way of life, and as long as he promoted that, she could stand behind it. - Wretch D'Angelo - 08-30-2011 [html]
.wretch_forest .ooc {font-style:italic; } .wretch_forest p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .wretch_forest b {color:#84ba35; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .wretch_forest {background-color:#d3eed4; background-image:url(http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/9266 ... forest.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5b8f80; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 230px 0px; } .wretch_forest-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Arye Cybelle - 09-01-2011 Arye considered what Wretch had to say regarding families. She agreed that closeness and intimacy with another could blur the lines between family and friend, but Arye had always used the definition of family that included blood. She could barely picture her parents' faces, couldn't remember how many siblings she had had. Her family had been inconsequential to the cream colored girl, a long lost memory in a page of a book that had been tucked away and forgotten. This didn't sadden her. She didn't crave their presence. Sometimes she wondered about them, much as she wondered about any other thing that remained unknown, but she didn't mourn the lack of them in her life. Her life was full of plenty of other things. Her brow furrowed as she caught the sparkle of the stones on Wretch's wrist. She leaned in closer to investigate the pro-offered wrist, golden eyes tracing the delicate network of stones and metal on her packmate's arm. What a curious sight! Arye would have liked to touch the stones, but thought better of it. She had just met Wretch and it wouldn't do to invade the blue-eyed girl's personal space. "They sparkle like the sun on water," Arye murmured in amazement. She hadn't seen anything like this human craftsmanship before up close. Arye nodded. She knew of Cerne's Rise, but had not really ventured there. Her concerns as chen-tao had taken her throughout Ichika and she never really dwelt in any one place. "I don't live anywhere yet," Arye offered in response, leaning away from her investigation of Wretch's bracelet. "I'm still looking, but I really like Trenton here. I was actually scouting out a home, sort of, before it started raining." - Wretch D'Angelo - 09-06-2011 [html]
.wretch_forest .ooc {font-style:italic; } .wretch_forest p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .wretch_forest b {color:#84ba35; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .wretch_forest {background-color:#d3eed4; background-image:url(http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/9266 ... forest.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5b8f80; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 230px 0px; } .wretch_forest-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Arye Cybelle - 09-21-2011 Arye's eyes were adjusting to the murky darkness of the storm darkened condo. The muted light coming in through cracks in the dusty curtains helped the honey eyed girl see some. Compared to the sparkling depths of Wretch's gems, the rest of these surroundings seemed so dull in comparison. The chen-tao's eyes were affixed to the blue-eyed girl, a slight smile resting around the edges of her mouth. At least they would have each other to talk to and get to know as they waited out the worst of the storm. "I think we will take a look there," Arye said. It made sense that they should try to stick close to other pack mates. That would foster better ties between all of them, which was something that Nayru and Raze wanted in the first place. Things were friendly between most of the Dahlian and Valley past members, but they had yet to meld into a big family. "We just move around. I don't even know what Pripyat likes, come to think of it. He never really says anything. I think he likes everything, everywhere, actually. Or at least he doesn't dislike anything..." the cream colored girl mused. She'd have to ask him. "If you could pick anywhere, where would you live?" - Wretch D'Angelo - 10-02-2011 [html] Mind if we close this soon and have another? I'm hoping to get re-inspired with Wretch and get some new plots with her <3
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