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- Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 08-29-2011 [html] Predated to around the 18th. After the Parley and possible CD pack meeting and before any fighting. Please note that I have Kansas' player's permission to borrow Lexington for the trip.
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A few days had already passed since Anann had been able to return to her optime form. The chain that had been bound around her neck for the past month was gone. The fur where it had once rested had been matted and worn thin. The indentation in her pelt was more obvious now than it had been in her shaggy secui form even when she had still worn the chain. Still it was the least obvious of the marks that still littered her body. The bare skin of her muzzle had begun to fill in, but the hair there was still quite thin and sparse. Showing much of the freshly healed skin. Her wrists and ankles were much the same. The bite of the rope still showing though the skin was no longer raw and tender, but healthy and well healed.
Anann was digging through some scraps of leather and furs in her cabin that morning. A small pile was growing with pieces she planned to use to make fur lined bracers to cover the markings on her wrists and ankles until the fur had grown in more. At hearing the call, though it was quite unexpected, she set the pieces she planned to use to the side on her work table and rolled up the rest and put them away. Stepping out of the cabin she called back, letting Jazper know that she would be there shortly and started off in a jog towards the borders. Glad that at least she was closer than if she had been in Lunenberg that morning.
It was a short run, but it still had left her feeling more drained than it should have and her pace slowed as soon as the large black male came into view and she gave a slight wave. A surprised look crossing her face as she noticed the horse near by. Her own steed following behind her a few yards yet. "Its been awhile." She said once she was at a reasonable speaking distance, a weak smile gracing her lips for a moment. "Who's your friend here?" She asked as she gestered at the horse. It was definitely a surprise to Jazper, let alone with a horse in tow. .anannsept21gift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c1b787; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .anannsept21gift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#615936; text-align:center;} .anannsept21gift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .anannsept21gift01 {margin:0 auto; width:497px; background-color:#020000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... 21gift.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #c1b787; padding: 115px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#615936; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .anannsept21gift01-border1 {width:499px; border:1px solid #020000; margin:0 auto;} .anannsept21gift01-line1 {width:477px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> [/html] - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 09-02-2011 [html] Sorry to post so quickly on you! I was finishing up posting to all of Jazper's threads now so I don't have to rush to reply next week! <3 Don't worry about replying in the next couple days if you don't want too <3
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The dark warrior's smile faded as she neared and he was able to clearly see the spots of bare skin and thin fur. Concern etching into his features. "It is not as bad as it looks, I am fine." She responded to his comment of it being too long and for the first time in weeks she could say it honestly. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to the roan horse though he hardly seemed to pay her any attention. She had not met Kansas or Savina personally, but was familiar with at least the name of the latter.
Anann was caught completely off guard as Jazper spoke of war and her brow knitted deeply together in confusion. "War? No. What are you.." Amber ears tucked back in her mane as he continued to explain and confusion quickly morphed into anger. Her hackles even beginning to bristle as she learned of the fate that had befallen Anu and Jazper's own daughter. "Who?" She demanded to know. "Who has Anu? Why?" Anann considered Anu to be a good friend as well as her sons that had come to live in the Court. To Anann it was as close as one could come to assaulting her own family. Rem by this time had come to stand right behind Anann. His tail thrashing behind him as he picked up on the conversation and Anann's own reaction to the news. He gave a loud and disapproving snort. Anann gave the large stallion a reassuring pat, they were not about to stand by and do nothing, but first she needed to know what was happening out there. "What's going on, Jazper?"
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Honey hued arms crossed over Anann’s chest as Jazper began to explain. She did not know much of AniWaya, really. Only what she had heard in passing for she did not know a single member of the tribe. In all honesty, Anann’s knowledge of the surrounding area was rather minimal and did not expand much beyond Crimson Dreams and Cour des Miracles. She had simply found little reason to venture further than that. Still everything the dark knight told her seemed opposite of what she had heard before what she had considered to be a peaceful group. Still Anann was outraged at what she heard and it made little sense. Surely it was not as simple as a couple of pups and what did these ‘Guardians’ want with them? Whatever the case was, Anann was sure there was no justifying the resulting outcome.
Her hands gripped her arms tightly as she felt her anger rising. The hair of neck growing bristled and thick. ”Have they hurt her?” Anu was a gentle and kind soul. Such a fate was undeserving of her. Something had to be done about this, but Anann was hardly in any condition to go rushing into battle at the very moment. It had been only days since she had lost her unwanted litter and her body was still weary, yet all she could think about it was gearing up Rem and sharping her sword (for the longest blade that she proffered to use from horseback was without an edge). ”Do you have any idea of their numbers and what kind of forces has Crimson Dreams gathered?” These were the details she needed first and foremost.
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ooc Anatoliy had heard the call just as well as Anann had. He had been coming back to his former home to scavenge what was left in the small house. He had also brought himself several dry bits of wood, which he absently tossed inside of the wood structure. The call was faint but the man heard it call for Anann, and he instinctively felt himself worry for the woman. She would go to see the caller, he knew. And it sounded masculine. Anatoliy wanted to protect her. She surely would not object him coming, right? Dropping all of the dry kindling on the floor, the Russian walked steadily toward the direction of the call, knowing he would come upon his love's scent along the way there. Eventually he came upon them, and they were already in conversation. Deeply, too. He was worried he was interrupting when he cleared his throat for the two of them to hear. The man was a stranger, dark as the night sea. Anatoliy had never seen the man before, but Anann seemed familiar enough with him to relax enough to let an easy grin to appear on his usually placid face. "I'm sorry. Am I disturbing?" .missing b {font-weight:normal; color:#b2b2b5; letter-spacing:.5px;line-height:12px;text-shadow:#64767f 0px 0px 3px; } .missing .ooc {font-style:italic; padding: 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#cfd8da; text-align:center; text-shadow:#04050b 0px 1px 1px;} .missing p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;} .missing {margin:0 auto; width:420px; background-color:#04050b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/gvceU.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/rnwZr.png); background-position:top center,bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 150px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Times new Roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#64767f; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style> [/html] - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 09-26-2011 [html]
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It was times like this when an over abundance of emotion proved to be nothing but a hindrance. For they clouded the mind when it was clarity that was called for and essential. Anann’s visage was one of etched stone. Stern and Calculating as Jazper told her of Anu’s condition. Though the description he gave tore at the tender spot in her heart for the elder wolfess and gave fuel to anger, Anann gave no more sign than the tightening of her jaw and the slight twitch of a lip as it threatened to curl in disgust. As warrior, she knew what it was that she would have to do. She would help the Dreaming leader in any fashion she could, but it was obviously not a task to be taken alone. If the feat were that easy Anu would surely be freed already.
The Crimson Dreams knight had her full attention and so it wasn’t until he cleared his throat that Anann was aware of Anatoliy’s approach. It was probably humorous to watch as the two conversing wolves both turned their heads to look at the large Russian. Anann’s was a look of mild surprise, though it quickly softened as a smile crept across her maw. Though Jazper’s call had been for her she was not surprised that Toliy had chosen investigate as well. After all, he was still rather cautious and protective of her after all they had been through recently. She couldn’t blame him.
Before she had a chance to introduce them Jazper gave answer to question concerning the strength of the guardians. ”Ten? Hmm, that doesn’t sound too bad.” After all, it could certainly be much worse and in all honest Anann was used to being up against much larger forces, but then that was also while having a sizable army of her own. Which was a luxury she no longer had and she certainly didn’t know enough warriors herself to put together a party of equal strength to the guardians. It would not be easy, but she did not think it would prove all to difficult to amass a force large enough to give them fair standing against these so called Guardians.
Once introductions were complete Anann gave Anatoliy a soft, reassuring smile. Moving to stand beside him, her hand reached for his. There was worry in her heart for what this might come to mean for her own pack. She had yet to regain her strength and confidence after all Keese had put her through. .anannsept21gift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c1b787; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .anannsept21gift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#615936; text-align:center;} .anannsept21gift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .anannsept21gift01 {margin:0 auto; width:497px; background-color:#020000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... 21gift.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #c1b787; padding: 115px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#615936; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .anannsept21gift01-border1 {width:499px; border:1px solid #020000; margin:0 auto;} .anannsept21gift01-line1 {width:477px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> [/html] - Anatoliy Russo - 10-06-2011 [html] 000+
you guys are welcome to skip me for sake of speed. Anatoliy looked at the hand for only a moment before taking it and giving it a hearty shake. He was familiar with that sort of greeting. It had been beaten into him as a young pup back home in Russia. He had to be polite and courteous, no matter the situation. And men were greeted with a handshake. So the Russo did not bad an eyelash before shaking the man's hand, keeping it firm. But he nodded with approval after his hand returned to his side. "Anatoliy Russo. Nice meeting you." Judging by the seriousness of their conversation before he had arrived, Anatoliy assumed that it was a rather serious matter, especially if he had called directly for Anann. But obviously not bad enough if he had not called for a leader to speak to. That still meant that he knew Anann before hand, but the Russo did not care how he knew her. She reached for his hand and he took it, wrapped it inside of his arm and held on tight. If it were not obvious then, well.. the stranger could not be dense as that. No one could. "Vhat is happening?" he asked seriously, looking first at the woman beside, then at the man standing before them. .missing b {font-weight:normal; color:#b2b2b5; letter-spacing:.5px;line-height:12px;text-shadow:#64767f 0px 0px 3px; } .missing .ooc {font-style:italic; padding: 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#cfd8da; text-align:center; text-shadow:#04050b 0px 1px 1px;} .missing p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;} .missing {margin:0 auto; width:420px; background-color:#04050b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/gvceU.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/rnwZr.png); background-position:top center, bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 150px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Times new Roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#64767f; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style> [/html] - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 10-11-2011 [html] Couple more posts each then wrap up?
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Having just gotten the news herself it was easier to let Jazper sum up the situation for Anatoliy. Anann was worried and her fatigue let it show, yet war was a more familiar thing to Anann that what she had dealt with in the past months. She’d almost welcome it at this point just to get her mind of her own situation if it weren’t the fact that Jazper was right. While ten, and possibly more, did not seem so bad, Anann could count on one hand the warriors she would trust to hold their own in such a fight. And with fingers to spare. Though because Jazper was right, and it seemed each pack only had a few truly skilled fighters, then where had these forces in AniWaya come from? Knowing nothing of the tribe nor the great tribe from which they had sprung from Anann couldn’t even begin to guess what was really going on at the core of this.
”So, what’s the plan then?” .anannsept21gift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c1b787; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .anannsept21gift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#615936; text-align:center;} .anannsept21gift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .anannsept21gift01 {margin:0 auto; width:497px; background-color:#020000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... 21gift.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #c1b787; padding: 115px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#615936; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .anannsept21gift01-border1 {width:499px; border:1px solid #020000; margin:0 auto;} .anannsept21gift01-line1 {width:477px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> [/html] - Anatoliy Russo - 10-15-2011 [html] 000+
The Russo held onto the woman's hand, listening intently as the stranger spoke of war. He had heard whispers of it, but since he was rarely on the other side of the kingdom, those words were nothing to him. To Anatoliy, it was just the sea's whispers that he listened to. "As far as I am knowing, zhere has not been anyzhing here. Yet, I suppose." He hoped the war would stay out of the kingdom, for it was a terrible thing to have happen anywhere. He did not want it to come here. Anann would get right in the thick of it, he knew she would. She was a fighter, and he was not, but he knew that she was always going to want to protect. That was her nature. Anatoliy only wanted peace and quiet, for it had taken him a journey halfway across the world just to get it. "Vhat are you going to do about zhem?" .missing b {font-weight:normal; color:#b2b2b5; letter-spacing:.5px;line-height:12px;text-shadow:#64767f 0px 0px 3px; } .missing .ooc {font-style:italic; padding: 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#cfd8da; text-align:center; text-shadow:#04050b 0px 1px 1px;} .missing p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;} .missing {margin:0 auto; width:420px; background-color:#04050b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/gvceU.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/rnwZr.png); background-position:top center, bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 150px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Times new Roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#64767f; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style> [/html] - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 10-15-2011 [html]
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The warrior woman already knew from experience that waiting at a time like this was practically the hardest thing to do and so it was easy for her to sympathize with Jazper; understanding the restlessness that came with wanting to act and being unable. She would surely come to feel it too, as she waited for her body to recover from all she had been put through. She was far from helpless, even in her current state, but certainly not ready for war.
The dark knight’s plan came as a slight surprise, though encouraging smile spread across her face as she gave an approving nod to the idea. Anann felt Jazper would make a suitable leader, nor did he seem the type that would abuse the power of such a force. Surprise washed over her face as he said he wanted her help and she looked at him a moment as if to make sure she had not heard him wrong, before she looked up at Anatoliy to see his reaction to all this. The golden fingers of her free hand having come up to brush his arm. ”I’m honored, Jazper, but.. I don’t know. I’m hardly in any condition..” She did not finish that particular thought, thought it was true she was hardly in any condition, physical, emotional, or mental to be taking on that sort of under taking. Not right away. ”Can I.. Can we,” she corrected, giving Anatoliy a glance, ”have some time to consider?” After all it was not just her choice to make. .anannsept21gift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c1b787; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .anannsept21gift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#615936; text-align:center;} .anannsept21gift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .anannsept21gift01 {margin:0 auto; width:497px; background-color:#020000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... 21gift.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #c1b787; padding: 115px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#615936; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .anannsept21gift01-border1 {width:499px; border:1px solid #020000; margin:0 auto;} .anannsept21gift01-line1 {width:477px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> [/html] - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 10-24-2011 [html]
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