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- Soran Aatte - 09-13-2011 [html] Private for my Nani/ James-face! <3 Soran's coming to meet her newest adopted grandbabies XD Can this be dated in 2 days time please? The 15th? Just for the sake of the timeline of Soran walking up. The morning was crisp and cool, the Autumn was nearing it's beginning and the lands were beginning to reflect this, the sun rose later than it had done in the summer time, taking longer to warm the ground and air that it watched over so dilligently. The wind was blowing through the grasses and trees as it made its way across the lands, it was slightly stronger than the gentle zephyrs that had been meandering about the place earlier in the week, but it was not too strong, it was not a howling terrible wind, it simply whistled as it brushed against the nearby branches. A few small clouds were already gracing the sky, moving along the horizon, suggesting that rain might soon be coming, but for the moment the day was dry. The grass was beginning to die back for the winter, as were the leaves that hung to the trees, all around the greens were slowly fading to soft yellows and oranges, soon the leaves would begin to fall and then Winter would come, wrapping its icy fingers across the lands. But the sun was beginning to shine more brightly and boldly, suggesting that it would still be a warm late summer day. The sable female walked through all this, taking deep breaths as she did so, breathing in the cool air as she walked, enjoying the morning, she had camped in the Dampwoods overnight before making the final stretch of her journey towards Anathema, she had not wanted to arrive too late, knowing that the pale daughter had had a litter of pups, not wanting to wake them she had chosen to sleep before arriving, so that she would be fresh for seeing her newest adopted grandchildren. If the truth were told she had been meaning to come earlier, wanting to see Naniko and the new pups, she had known that Nani had been heavily pregnant the last time that she had seen her and had wanted to come sooner, but things had gotten in the way, she had rejoined Crimson Dreams, with the hope that her children would go there first should they ever wish to look for her, wanting to be there to greet them if they did so. She had met Charm and had found a spark of attraction there and then Deuce had arrived, her former pale lover, instantly creating a dilemma for the sable lady, something which she still had yet to solve, Charm or Deuce, the new potential lover or the old mate who she still loved deeply? And then the war had come, with all that had happened this had been the first time that the sable female had been able to slip away for a few days to make the long trek to Anathema. And finally she had made it, it had been a long trek, she had not told anyone where she was going, although she had left Deuce a note on her bed, knowing that the subject was touchy and raw for her leader, not wanting to cause a stir, but she still loved her little pale daughter, even if the girl was now a drug addict that had hurt a child, she wanted to help her, not cut her out of her life. She had come here wanting to talk, she had secretly hoped that Naniko had stopped taking the drugs now that the children were born, that perhaps the birth of her youngest litter had made her see sense. Soran had been a drug addict herself and her children had been the thing that had brought her back from the brink of self destruction, she hoped that it was the same with Naniko, that this issue could be allowed to fade into the background, that her pale daughter had seen sense. Soon she arrived at the border, she stopped just short of it, not wanting to upset any members of the pack who did not know her, just because one knew the alpha did not mean that they were simply allowed to stroll onto pack lands. She smiled slightly, adjusting the strap of her canvas satchel to make it more comfortable on her shoulder, it was filled with gifts for the little wolves. She gently reached up and made sure that her mane was neat, checking that not too much of it had escaped from the long braid that it was secured in currently. Finally she lifted her dark head, calling for Naniko and the pups to come and join her. .freebsep43 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #000000; } .freebsep43 p {text-indent:0px; padding:6px 16px; margin:0px;} .freebsep43 {margin:0 auto; width:505px; background-color:#06132b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YaPWo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 130px 0px 8px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8690b0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.5px; text-align:justify;} .freebsep43 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freebsep43 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> WC: 756
Table by the fabulous Alli[/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 09-24-2011 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> Certainly. You know, though, I just thought o__o; I don't know how well this thread will go. Naniko won't be too happy about her joining Crimson Dreams.
- Soran Aatte - 09-24-2011 [html] Yeah I thought that as well, this may notgo as planned lol. Hopefully Soran's reasons will make sense to Naniko, she did tell her kids she'd go to CD and drew them a map, so she kinda had to go there XD They've turned up while she's here. The sable female brushed a loose strand of mane from her eyes nervously. She was a little tense about this meeting, knowing that Naniko had been treated badly by the Crimson Dreams wolves in her opinion, would she see this as a betrayal? The sable female had to join the pack in the end, although she wanted to be with her pale daughter it had been the only option she could see working, if she wanted her family back as one that was. This way she was close to her grandchildren and great grandchildren, Mati being within the pack and Haven being only a stonesthrow away in Cour Des Miracles with his family. Mati was probably the one who needed her most in her eyes, Naniko had her pack to care for her, Haven had his own life, his own family and although Mati seemed strong on the surface the ebony Patrician suspected that underneath the cool calm exterior she was more fragile than that, the green eyed lady felt that she needed to look after her. Besides she had told her youngest litter all about Crimson Dreams, it had been her home after all, this was before she knew of all the trouble that had happened in her absence, she had told them that if she were to join a pack that that was where she would go, she had even gone as far as to draw them a map that would lead them right to her former home, she had had to join, she had to make sure that they would be able to find her. It was a tense few moments as she waited there, her hand moved to her thigh, playing with the handle of her hunting knife that rested there now, she was cautious even here as well, unsure whether or not the war had affected these lands yet, of course it might never reach that far, it might stay simply between Crimson Dreams and Aniwaya, she doubted that though. Soon enough she caught a glimpse of her eldest pale daughter, she smiled softly as she approached, seeing the small bundle of fur that padded by her feet. She smiled at the sight of him, he looked adorable. They approached and smile widened further. Though the greeting was colder than she had expected, she felt silly, she ought to have known that Naniko would have caught the scent of the pack on her straight away. She was not as excited to see her as she had been when they had last met, then again many things had happened, her children had been born after all, no doubt she was exhausted. The female's hands trembled slightly as she looked at the pale girl who she considered to be as close to her as blood, she laced her long fingers together, meeting the Angela's gaze, she smiled slightly. .freebsep43 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #000000; } .freebsep43 p {text-indent:0px; padding:6px 16px; margin:0px;} .freebsep43 {margin:0 auto; width:505px; background-color:#06132b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YaPWo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 130px 0px 8px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8690b0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.5px; text-align:justify;} .freebsep43 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freebsep43 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> WC: 664
Table by the fabulous Alli[/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 10-18-2011 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> Please Please Please PM me if I ever go more than say..a week without replying <3 I just saw you threadding in another place and it struck me that we had a thread together here <333 I it's completely my fault..I should keep a better log.
- Soran Aatte - 10-18-2011 [html] Don't worry about it dear <3 I just assumed that you were busy with work or something <3 Next time I shall make sure to prod you though, I shall make sure my spork collection is nice and sharp for poking you into posting XD The sable Patrician loved pups, it was something that had not hit her until she had become a mother herself, until that point she had mostly avoided them, not wanting to spend too much time around them. But now she adored them and the fact that this was Naniko's son made him all the more delighting to the ebony grandmother, her family was growing quickly, she was now a great grandmother, though this knowledge was tainted by the sting that Nani knew nothing about her grandchildren and they knew nothing of her, she hated seeing her family in tattered pieces, strewn across the lands. She smiled as Nani confirmed who the young male was, the way he had attempted to pronounce his name was just adorable. The sable female smiled, another pup to add to the long list of those she loved, now the ebony grandmother had seven blood children and Naniko and they all seemed to be working to provide her with grandchildren, who in turn were finding mates and having pups of their own. She smiled down at the little male as she stood up again, stretching back to her full height with ease, despite her age she was still agile and had not yet gotten to a stage where her joints ached too much when she moved from crouching to standing. The sable female smiled and reached into her bag before answering Naniko's question, smiling down at the little male that was cautiously sniffing at her feet. .freebsep43 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #000000; } .freebsep43 p {text-indent:0px; padding:6px 16px; margin:0px;} .freebsep43 {margin:0 auto; width:505px; background-color:#06132b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YaPWo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 130px 0px 8px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8690b0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.5px; text-align:justify;} .freebsep43 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freebsep43 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> WC: 901
Table by the fabulous Alli[/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 10-18-2011 [html] Word Count :: 000
Image courtesy of Mocodragon@Flickr; Table by the Mentors! <style>.K22911_NanDa1 .ooc {font-size:12px; font-style:italic;} .K22911_NanDa1 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_NanDa1 b {font-family:verdana; color:#490505; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .K22911_NanDa1 {background-color:#605e61; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #353436; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/8144/naniko.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:328px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_NanDa1-border {width:502px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> - Soran Aatte - 10-24-2011 [html] And now it's my turn to apologise for taking so long, I'm sorry my laptop killed itself so I am having to steal internet time whenever I can.
The sable female could not deny that she was pleased to see her pale daughter; seeing that the girl was well and seemed to be happy was soothing to the ebony pelted female's nerves, which had been more than a little frayed recently; the war taking an obvious toll upon her. She smiled at the pale girl, her heart was warmed to see her happy, to see her newest litter, well one of them at least. The pale girl began to explain about her children and Soran smiled and nodded, she had had three sons, that was rather a twist of fate, it was a common train of thought that boys were more boisterous than girls, Soran did not envy the pale girl in attempting to raise them, from the way she spoke it sounded like the three were already running rings around her. Then again Soran's youngest litter had contained three girls and one boy and they had run her ragged, they had worked in teams, the twins had the uncanny ability to seem to be able to communicate without speaking, deciding things with only a glance at one another, Soran had learned to draed their grins, they always suggested that they were about to cause some trouble. Rain had been a handful alone as well, the girl had a short temper and a short attention span when she was young, but she had a way of wrapping everyone around her little finger, making them melt beneath her gaze until no-one could possibly remain cross with her for whatever misbehaviour she had committed. Kiwi had been the respite in all that, she was quiet, the small, delicate girl had always been a lot more shy than her elder siblings, something that she had not grown out of. The dark female smiled at the pale girl, of the memories of her own children, they had been exhausting, but she would have not changed anything for the world, if she had the chance to go and do it over again, she would not change a thing, well at least not when it came to her youngest litter. The young male scampered away from the toy, yelping in fear, hiding away from the toy, Soran laughed along with her alabaster daughter, smiling down at the male. .sorangift b {font-weight:bold; color:#e9f2f9;} .sorangift p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .sorangift {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#9a9a8d; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v469/ ... oran-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #BFA1A5; outline:1px solid #000000; padding: 250px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#525662; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> wc: 891
Table made by the wonderful Vannah <3- Naniko D'Angelo - 11-01-2011 [html] Word Count :: 000
Image courtesy of Mocodragon@Flickr; Table by the Mentors! <style>.K22911_NanDa1 .ooc {font-size:12px; font-style:italic;} .K22911_NanDa1 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_NanDa1 b {font-family:verdana; color:#490505; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .K22911_NanDa1 {background-color:#605e61; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #353436; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/8144/naniko.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:328px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_NanDa1-border {width:502px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> - Soran Aatte - 11-24-2011 [html] I am so sorry for making you wait so long for a reply on this hun <3
The sable mother was proud of her young daughter, she was proving to be a good mother and leader of this pack, it seemed that she had fallen on her feet. Not that Soran ever doubted that she would have done so, the pale leader was a clever creature, that much Soran could never have denied, she loved her pale daughter and was fully aware of her strengths, despite all of the troubles that the dark female had been told that her pale daughter had caused she loved her, she knew that she had a good heart and that she would be a good leader for her pack. The older female smiled as she listened to the girl speak, naming the other pups, the dark female nodded, smiling, it seemed that the alabaster female had chosen to give her children good, strong names, Soran hoped that that would spur them onto great, strong deeds. The conversation turned then to the darker subject of the war, she nodded as Naniko said that she was pleased that Soran was well, it was true, the dark female's wounds were all internal, they were all damage to her heart and her spirit at the moment, she was pleased that she was still physically able to fight and to defend herself and her loved ones. .sorangift b {font-weight:bold; color:#e9f2f9;} .sorangift p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .sorangift {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#9a9a8d; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v469/ ... oran-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #BFA1A5; outline:1px solid #000000; padding: 250px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#525662; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> wc: 897
Table made by the wonderful Vannah <3- Naniko D'Angelo - 11-25-2011 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> <33 Naniko had never had much time to be a pup, really, and this carried on in her current relationships with her children. She did not fully understand the need for a child to have fun or to stop and play a bit - she demanded too much out of them at times, perhaps. The female would allow them to have the toy after they did their chores for the day, perhaps, or if they had done well in their lessons. Such a toy could be used to her advantage when teaching, to give them something to look forward to after their lessons. They were learning more and more...but she worried about the pups often. She wanted them to be prepared for the real world; the real world was not about puppy games and fluffy toys.
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