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- Barrett - 09-18-2011 [html] <style> .barry-graffiti p {padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barry-graffiti b {color:#3CBCD7; font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; font-size:12px;text-shadow: #000000 0.1em 0.1em 0.3em;quotes:'“' '”';} .barry-graffiti b:before{content:open-quote;} .barry-graffiti b:after{content:close-quote;} .barry-graffiti {font-family: 'PT Sans Caption',verdana,sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#777777; text-align: justify; background-color:#2B292A; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affiti.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:230px 0px 10px 0px;width:100%;border:0;} .barry-graffiti-ext{background-color:#ffffff; border:3px double #000000;width:90%; margin:0 auto; max-width:700px; min-width:450px;-moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px #111111;-webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px #111111;margin-top:20px;} .barry-graffiti .ooc {padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;border-bottom:1px dotted #222222; font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:10px;color:#555555;line-height:12px;} .barry-graffiti .wotd {border-bottom:1px dotted #222222;} </style>[/html] - Silvano Sadira - 09-18-2011 [html] 300+
haai He should have stayed in his pack, with his family and the friends closest to his family. He should have stayed around with Giselle, whom he found himself hopelessly drawn to. Hopefully that infatuation would stop or else he would find himself in misery. But everything was so tense at the manor now that they were missing several of the people from his family. Anu was captured as well. It was as though all were in mourning, but none of them were dead. Yet. It was too much for the young adult to handle. So, he escaped to Halifax early that morning as a distraction from the war and from. His excuse had been to look for materials for the war effort, as well as to go looking for something to help. Instead, he spent most of the day walking absentmindedly. Silvano merely glanced at the shops, and occasionally peered into them if it was something of interest. It usually wasn't. Once he walked past another luperci heading in the opposite direction; neither one looked at each other nor made a motion of acknowledgement. But it was still mostly just a walk for the Sadira; there was nothing to really attract his attention. Most of the day was spent this way. But as the sun began to set, he started to head for home, knowing he would be back in the territory long after dark. The darkness came fully and Silvano cursed himself for not leaving sooner. It had been a fruitless endeavor and he smacked himself for it. Though, he had to admit, his goal had been fulfilled; he had been distracted from the war. Well, almost. Silvano still thought about how the AniWayans had invaded them and took Anu from them. Savina was torn and the stress on her was so evident that the boy himself felt her pain and agony. She was tired, and they were all getting tired. Waking up was not as refreshing as it was. There was so little they could do short of a counter raid on AniWaya that they did not know what to do. But Silvano was sure that things would fall into place. Eventually. The erratic flickering light of a fire and the telltale smell of smoke stopped the young man as the smokey scent filled the air. He inhaled it, enjoying the smell of burning wood. He headed to the source of the fire, going by scent and by the increasing brightness of the dancing light on the walls. Silvano saw a man sitting beside the fire and smoking something. It made a little pinprick of light, especially compared to the dying fire. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't sure if there was anyone here..," he said tiredly, giving a strained smile. .silvtext b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;font-family:verdana, garamond, serif; font-size:12px;} .silvtext .ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto; width:500px;} .silvtext p {text-indent:25px;padding:0px 15px 2px 15px;margin:0px;} .silvtext{width:500px;border:0px solid #000;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4k5Dt.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/WcToU.png);background-position:top center, bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:garamond, serif;font-size:15px;line-height:16px;padding:15px 5px;} .silvtext .line {width:150px; border-bottom:1px dashed #000; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Barrett - 09-19-2011 [html] <style> .barry-graffiti p {padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barry-graffiti b {color:#3CBCD7; font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; font-size:12px;text-shadow: #000000 0.1em 0.1em 0.3em;quotes:'“' '”';} .barry-graffiti b:before{content:open-quote;} .barry-graffiti b:after{content:close-quote;} .barry-graffiti {font-family: 'PT Sans Caption',verdana,sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#777777; text-align: justify; background-color:#2B292A; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affiti.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:230px 0px 10px 0px;width:100%;border:0;} .barry-graffiti-ext{background-color:#ffffff; border:3px double #000000;width:90%; margin:0 auto; max-width:700px; min-width:450px;-moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px #111111;-webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px #111111;margin-top:20px;} .barry-graffiti .ooc {padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;border-bottom:1px dotted #222222; font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:10px;color:#555555;line-height:12px;} .barry-graffiti .wotd {border-bottom:1px dotted #222222;} </style>[/html] - Silvano Sadira - 09-23-2011 [html] 300+
I does blame the college The young man took a seat by the older male, close enough to the fire to be warm, but far enough away from the stranger to not seem as though he were invading his space. Silvano eyed the joint briefly, knowing it was some kind of drug. Savina would not approve of him doing anything like that. But she was not really here now, was she? He took it, though held it as the other man spoke more to him. His scent was vaguely familiar, as though it was once one he would have recognized. He was mildly surprised to hear that the other recognized his own scent. For what other pack focused on life around a lake? Silvano was sure no one. "Not good," he said simply, eying the joint between his fingers. It was smoking slightly, the strange smell of it wafting in his nose. It was funny, but he felt something come from the smoke in his head. Taking it to his lips, he inhaled as he had seen the man do, and found himself coughing out belches of the stuff. Hand out, he tried to give it back to the stranger. The fit subsided fast. And he felt stranger than he had before. But more relaxed. The panic had subsided from his chest and he felt a bit foggier. But in a good way. "There is war in Crimson Dreams. Something's happening with the AniWayans." He was not sure. But from what Claudius had told him, it was not good. "A prisoner I caught told me that the old chief was displaced and a stranger, a tyrant I guess, ordered the attack. They wanted some AniWayans we sheltered after one of them was exiled." Sighing, the mottled male ran a hand through his rough curls. He was not looking forward to fearing going on the borders. Granted, they had not returned to attack again. But one never knew. The parley did not go well. Silvano sent his green eyes in the direction of the dark male. "I'm Silvano. Who are you?" he asked, extending a hand. .silvtext b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;font-family:verdana, garamond, serif; font-size:12px;} .silvtext .ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto; width:500px;} .silvtext p {text-indent:25px;padding:0px 15px 2px 15px;margin:0px;} .silvtext{width:500px;border:0px solid #000;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4k5Dt.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/WcToU.png);background-position:top center, bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:garamond, serif;font-size:15px;line-height:16px;padding:15px 5px;} .silvtext .line {width:150px; border-bottom:1px dashed #000; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Barrett - 09-24-2011 [html] <style> .barry-graffiti p {padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barry-graffiti b {color:#3CBCD7; font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; font-size:12px;text-shadow: #000000 0.1em 0.1em 0.3em;quotes:'“' '”';} .barry-graffiti b:before{content:open-quote;} .barry-graffiti b:after{content:close-quote;} .barry-graffiti {font-family: 'PT Sans Caption',verdana,sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#777777; text-align: justify; background-color:#2B292A; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affiti.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:230px 0px 10px 0px;width:100%;border:0;} .barry-graffiti-ext{background-color:#ffffff; border:3px double #000000;width:90%; margin:0 auto; max-width:700px; min-width:450px;-moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px #111111;-webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px #111111;margin-top:20px;} .barry-graffiti .ooc {padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;border-bottom:1px dotted #222222; font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:10px;color:#555555;line-height:12px;} .barry-graffiti .wotd {border-bottom:1px dotted #222222;} </style>[/html] - Silvano Sadira - 09-24-2011 [html] 300+
Silvano rubbed at his tired eyes, resting his elbows on his knees. It was tiring to think of, and the smoke from the joint and the dying fire were making his eyes tear up. He didn't want to think that he was tearing because he was afraid for his family. But he nodded slightly at the other man's description of AniWaya. It was always peaceful there, every time he had visited. All of the people he had met had been kind, polite, and nice to him. Why would they ever start a war? He knew plenty of them had run from the pack. The woman who had helped birth his colt had run with her mate and his sister to the Dreamers. Heritage was living in his stables and he visited the colt often. But still, he could not imagine being them, exiled from home by the leaders who were out for their blood. "Oh?" he said in surprise. He had not been aware that the stranger lived in Crimson Dreams, especially considering the fact Silvano had never met him there. Even stranger that their mothers had been friends and still Silvano did not know him. Odd enough, but it was common nowadays wasn't it? "Huh, I wonder why I never saw you around," he asked quietly, staring at the glowing embers before him. He leaned down on his elbows and rubbed at his face again, tiredness etched into his young features. He had not fought yet, but he could tell he would have to one day. And he hoped he would not become something he truly was not. Savina had her rage, but the youth knew he himself did not. Or, at least Silvano prayed. Taking the joint from the man's hand, Silvano took another inhale of it, prepared for it. It started tasting better, especially when it rushed to his head. It was nice, calming. Soothing even. He took another puff unintentionally, and returned it Barrett, aware he was hogging it. "No casualties that we know of," he said as he shook his head quickly. "But Anu was captured. And my older brother, Gotham, was as well." .silvtext b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;font-family:verdana, garamond, serif; font-size:12px;} .silvtext .ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto; width:500px;} .silvtext p {text-indent:25px;padding:0px 15px 2px 15px;margin:0px;} .silvtext{width:500px;border:0px solid #000;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4k5Dt.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/WcToU.png);background-position:top center, bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:garamond, serif;font-size:15px;line-height:16px;padding:15px 5px;} .silvtext .line {width:150px; border-bottom:1px dashed #000; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Barrett - 09-25-2011 [html] <style> .barry-graffiti p {padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barry-graffiti b {color:#3CBCD7; font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; font-size:12px;text-shadow: #000000 0.1em 0.1em 0.3em;quotes:'“' '”';} .barry-graffiti b:before{content:open-quote;} .barry-graffiti b:after{content:close-quote;} .barry-graffiti {font-family: 'PT Sans Caption',verdana,sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#777777; text-align: justify; background-color:#2B292A; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affiti.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:230px 0px 10px 0px;width:100%;border:0;} .barry-graffiti-ext{background-color:#ffffff; border:3px double #000000;width:90%; margin:0 auto; max-width:700px; min-width:450px;-moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px #111111;-webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px #111111;margin-top:20px;} .barry-graffiti .ooc {padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;border-bottom:1px dotted #222222; font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:10px;color:#555555;line-height:12px;} .barry-graffiti .wotd {border-bottom:1px dotted #222222;} </style>[/html] - Silvano Sadira - 10-01-2011 [html] 300+
Silvano nodded at the man who used to be of his pack. "I hope so too, but I'm sure they won't do anything to them. It's.. not their way." But the Sadira's tone made it sound as though he didn't believe himself. AniWaya had always been friendly to all, and he was not sure about them anymore. Before, he never would have thought they would attack. So, maybe his brother and Anu were hurt. But he doubted it. No one hurt prisoners of war, not when they were so vital a bargaining chip. "I genuinely hope this strange new way of the Tribe doesn't mean I'll be burying an empty grave with my family," he added, voice cracking with the fear. He did not want his only brother to be killed for doing what anyone would do for their kin and pack. He was only guilty he had not tried to save the dark male himself. Looking up with emerald eyes at Barrett, Silvano gave a meek little smile. "I will tell her where to send them. I'm sure they'll be safer off here where war doesn't follow." Silvano had not seen a single AniWayan here, and it seemed as though they had never left the tribe's lands at all. But if that were the case, maybe they were amassing for something big. Silvano hoped to God that it was not the case. The warriors would fight, and there was no way to assure no one would die now. The gloves were off and the fangs were bared against the enemy, on both sides. "Painkillers? I'm sure Cambria would be glad for anything to use the next time a fight comes out." There was little to be fixing now, but Silvano could almost feel the coming bloodshed like an oncoming storm, an electric force. Nodding, Silvano rose from his seat, looking to the building behind Barrett. "If you don't mind, I know I don't want to impose having just met you," he answered humbly, touching the back of his neck in a mindless habit. "And do you think we can get a trade for whatever this stuff is?" he asked, pointing at the joint in Barretts hand. It seemed like he was asking a lot of the former Dreamer. But he would gladly trade some of his own books to get what he wanted for the pack, and for himself. .silvtext b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;font-family:verdana, garamond, serif; font-size:12px;} .silvtext .ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto; width:500px;} .silvtext p {text-indent:25px;padding:0px 15px 2px 15px;margin:0px;} .silvtext{width:500px;border:0px solid #000;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4k5Dt.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/WcToU.png);background-position:top center, bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:garamond, serif;font-size:15px;line-height:16px;padding:15px 5px;} .silvtext .line {width:150px; border-bottom:1px dashed #000; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Barrett - 10-03-2011 [html] <style> .barry-graffiti p {padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barry-graffiti b {color:#3CBCD7; font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; font-size:12px;text-shadow: #000000 0.1em 0.1em 0.3em;quotes:'“' '”';} .barry-graffiti b:before{content:open-quote;} .barry-graffiti b:after{content:close-quote;} .barry-graffiti {font-family: 'PT Sans Caption',verdana,sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#777777; text-align: justify; background-color:#2B292A; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affiti.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:230px 0px 10px 0px;width:100%;border:0;} .barry-graffiti-ext{background-color:#ffffff; border:3px double #000000;width:90%; margin:0 auto; max-width:700px; min-width:450px;-moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px #111111;-webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px #111111;margin-top:20px;} .barry-graffiti .ooc {padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;border-bottom:1px dotted #222222; font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:10px;color:#555555;line-height:12px;} .barry-graffiti .wotd {border-bottom:1px dotted #222222;} </style>[/html] |