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- Barrett - 10-02-2011 [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] - Halo Lykoi - 10-16-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> #halosimple {width:380px; padding:10px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/5697571/lykoistar10.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} #halosimple .ooc {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:italic; line-height:1.2em;} #halosimple p {text-align:justify; line-height:1.5em; text-indent:30px;} #halosimple .bottom {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif;} #halosimple .bottom p {line-height:1.5em; margin:0px;text-align:right; line-height:1.2em; } #halosimple .name {font-family: 'Calligraffitti', arial, serif; font-size:32px; line-height:1.5em; } </style> --
Halo seldom took the lengthy route along the Infernian borders anymore. Now when her pregnancy was obvious for those who knew where to look, she didn’t particularly strive to put herself into situations that could end with violence. She didn’t naturally prefer tranquillity above action, but her current status required her to think of others above herself. That alone was wonderful to be aware of. Only she had ever seemed to matter in this world, but it wouldn’t be so forever. Poor Itachi, his childhood had been so meagre.
Nostrils flared with instantaneous anger the very moment they caught the scent of a loner much too close to the clan’s well-marked borders. Lips withdrew slightly to offer a toothed frown of dissatisfaction. A pity Symera had not come with her. Halo would not soon forget the fun the two of them had by the borders not too long ago. The Lykoi’s stride lengthened as she pushed up her walking speed, eager to investigate who this fool could be. There were many possibilities. Visitors weren’t extinct, though more often than not, the individual by the clan’s boundaries was an idiot and little more.
The dark painted wolf was no one she had seen in the past, though his body language discouraged her from leaping forth with tooth and claw. The sword rested against her back and would leap into her hands if she decided there was a threat here. ”State your name and purpose, Wolf.” As so often, the name of his species was pronounced with a fair amount of dislike. Your faith walks on broken glass - Barrett - 10-17-2011 [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] - Halo Lykoi - 10-18-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> #halosimple {width:380px; padding:10px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/5697571/lykoistar10.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} #halosimple .ooc {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:italic; line-height:1.2em;} #halosimple p {text-align:justify; line-height:1.5em; text-indent:30px;} #halosimple .bottom {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif;} #halosimple .bottom p {line-height:1.5em; margin:0px;text-align:right; line-height:1.2em; } #halosimple .name {font-family: 'Calligraffitti', arial, serif; font-size:32px; line-height:1.5em; } </style> --
Oversized audits darted forward at his speech; intrigued by his apparent inability to read her. Or perhaps the truth was that he didn’t let her intimidate him. Tough skin, perhaps. And he didn’t know her. Loose, cream gloved fists tightened visibly, though her face didn’t turn into a feral snarl just yet. She didn’t have to be so monotone by the borders. Few were racist like her, and his words announced that he was acquainted with at least one other Infernian. Unfortunately, Halo did not dearly love her Aquila.
Scarlet hues squinted, though her face was otherwise strictly disciplined. Copper shoulders shrugged, for she didn’t know where the hell the silly backstabber was. Unconsciously, her hand stroke against the curve of her belly as she thought of the insult her supposed leader had served her when her pregnancy first had started to show. And Mister Barry was Ezekiel’s friend. She didn’t like that.
”So observant,” voice whistled and lips twisted back to give him a glimpse of her perfect row of teeth. ”Go away, the Aquila isn’t here.” Truthfully, she couldn’t say where he was, but what she knew was that he wasn’t here at the moment, and that was enough. Arms now crossed across her curved chest, partly obscuring the branded chaos star that the loner's eyes had managed to spot. Your faith walks on broken glass - Barrett - 10-23-2011 [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] - Halo Lykoi - 10-25-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> #halosimple {width:380px; padding:10px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/5697571/lykoistar10.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} #halosimple .ooc {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:italic; line-height:1.2em;} #halosimple p {text-align:justify; line-height:1.5em; text-indent:30px;} #halosimple .bottom {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif;} #halosimple .bottom p {line-height:1.5em; margin:0px;text-align:right; line-height:1.2em; } #halosimple .name {font-family: 'Calligraffitti', arial, serif; font-size:32px; line-height:1.5em; } </style> --
Disappointed? Good. The woman placed her palms against sweetly curved hips and lifted her chin with an arrogance few others than yours truly could. It was a relief to see that he wouldn’t be persistent in his search for the urine coloured Aquila. Man, just thinking about that bastard totally destroyed her mood. No, Halo and Ezekiel was not about to become sidekicks any time soon. Possibly never, and he wondered what the future had in store of her. She had a strong personality, and had issues respecting her leaders. Inferni wasn’t what it had once been anymore, so what the fuck ever.
But just as he turned to leave, his quiet voice spoke a name she hadn’t heard in a while. ”Anselm?” That relative had been absent for some time now. Halo was so quick to hate those who left Inferni behind, but she had managed to forgive the male at least once. She didn’t know if she’d be able to close her eyes to the truth a second time, but she did genuinely wonder how he was. And Anselm said hi to Gabe, Kaena and Valkyrie, but not her? That caused nasty weight to drop down to the pit of her belly.
He wasn’t allowed to leave just yet. ”Do you know him?” Obviously, but she wanted more information before she kicked him out. Your faith walks on broken glass - Barrett - 11-12-2011 [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] - Halo Lykoi - 12-20-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> #halosimple {width:380px; padding:10px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/5697571/lykoistar10.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} #halosimple .ooc {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:italic; line-height:1.2em;} #halosimple p {text-align:justify; line-height:1.5em; text-indent:30px;} #halosimple .bottom {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif;} #halosimple .bottom p {line-height:1.5em; margin:0px;text-align:right; line-height:1.2em; } #halosimple .name {font-family: 'Calligraffitti', arial, serif; font-size:32px; line-height:1.5em; } </style> I fail mooore -so embarassed-
Warmly painted ears still leaned back with visual discontent, but she couldn’t obtain any information if he wandered away. She recognized the name, Alacrity, but she had never interacted with the woman, and it was only Anselm she want interested in hearing about. Has she met the man in person, her behaviour would have been quite different. The man she had wished to idolize was nothing but a simple traitor like the rest of them. It would have saddened her greatly if she hadn’t already converted the disappointment into rage. It was no secret that she preferred dealing with fire rather than salted water.
Maybe he had mentioned her, maybe not, but apparently she hadn’t mattered enough, for she hadn’t been named. ”Do you know why he left?” the warrior’s whipping voice demanded, muzzle threatening to wrinkle with a muted snarl as her mind dived into the pool of negativity. And the pool was deep and dark. Fist settled above a curved hip, though if the right man had stood before her, she would have preferred to land it in his face. Her dark tail danced behind her feminine form, though it was not lively due to happiness.
And it was obvious that his seed gave birth to wolves and not coyotes. Ugh. Halo was racist as always, of course. Your faith walks on broken glass - Barrett - 01-02-2012 [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] - Halo Lykoi - 01-02-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #halosimple {width:380px; padding:10px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/5697571/lykoistar10.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} #halosimple .ooc {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:italic; line-height:1.2em;} #halosimple p {text-align:justify; line-height:1.5em; text-indent:30px;} #halosimple .bottom {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif;} #halosimple .bottom p {line-height:1.5em; margin:0px;text-align:right; line-height:1.2em; } #halosimple .name {font-family: 'Calligraffitti', arial, serif; font-size:32px; line-height:1.5em; } </style> sswm 268
A snort was granted at his response, for it was not good enough. Who the fuck was this she he spoke of. A low mumble followed quickly after, though coppery ears noticed this too late to be able to catch his exact words. Perhaps it was too much to expect the wolf to answer a simple question satisfactorily. Or perhaps he tried to make himself mysterious? She didn’t fucking care what his reasons were, as long as she was left wondering. If he couldn’t give her a straight answer, then he shouldn’t have given her anything at all. The slight boil of the red in the female warrior’s eyes reached higher temperatures, but he didn’t care to elaborate. Her fingers had turned both hands into tight fists, though his behaviour didn’t really grant her good enough reason to smash his face in.
His next, audible words announced his desire to retreat, and his body was quick to reel away from hers once his voice had carried over to attentive, oversized ears. Lips withdrew in a grimace so ugly it shouldn’t have been possible to be carried by such a pretty face. But the Triarii was skilled at destroying her beauty, and did so without second thoughts. ”Perhaps you should,” her growl sounded, for she was angry at his sudden escape. Rising a fist towards his exiting form, she unwrapped the middle finger in a shining display of wordless disrespect. He probably didn’t see it, for he was already on his way away. Bastard. Your faith walks on broken glass |