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- Caspa Al-Fateh - 11-02-2011 [html]
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The wounds were healing he saw, examining them in the glassy surface with satisfaction. They no longer stung him as they had before, and the cold, damp air could no longer penetrate the mending flesh. He lowered his head to lap at the clear surface, sending a panic of ripples to dance across the once still waters. When he was finished he licked the stray drops from his chin and started on a steady pace that would lead him to his newest haunt. He’d holed up in a rocky crevasse the night before in the midst of the trenches, daring to go further and further every day as his strength returned to him. His pelt puffed up as hairs finally began to sprout anew. They would eventually form the entirety of his double winter coat, but for now it was half grown. He was looking and feeling much better now, no longer the unkempt and bloody mess he had been when he arrived, he’d even put on weight.
He routed himself towards Serena Wildlife Reserve. The fist time he had come across it he’d given reproach to the foul fence with it’s sharp barbs and impenetrable defenses. He hadn’t come across any gaps to date, but found himself drawn to the wooded area within. It was a welcome sight to see so many trees and foliage, having come from the ruins of the Blackmoor castle, and then straying onto the drear, rocky plains of the trenches. It was a myriad of colors as the fall descended, and had proven invaluable these last few days. He no longer gave any heed to the fence as exploring it had revealed a wealth of a very valuable resource- food. Smaller, less intelligent creatures could often be found draping lifelessly from a web of angry steel. Months before he would have scoffed at the prospect of scavenging, but now he no longer had a pack to support him and the fence saved him the effort of hunting. The long journey from Yukon to Nova Scotia had wearied him and caused his weight to plummet as food became harder and harder to come by on his own. His diet had been limited to smaller game which had proven to be much trickier to hunt down, and also never filled his belly for long. Hunger drove him now and his pace quickened to an easy lope as he came upon more level footing. When the Serena Reserve was in sight he slowed and lowered his muzzle to the earth, scenting for ‘the catch of the day.’ Nothing came to him immediately and he resorted to trotting along the border, pausing to sniff now and again. For now all he found were tufts of hair clinging in small wisps. He sniffed at them without much confidence. Whatever left these had eluded the trap and gone on to the forest within. The promise of a meal began to fade off into nothing but a slim hope, kindled in his hungry eyes. He extended his snout skyward, pausing mid-sniff. Terra? His ears perked. He furrowed his brows and scented the ground. Her scent was there, but it was old. Another female‘s aroma swept towards him, and this one was fresh. He looked sheepishly about, suddenly conscious of his ignorance. Whoever she was, she wasn‘t within eyesight. He proceeded onwards more warily than before, keeping his head low to the ground. Table Template by the Mentors! <style>.freetable-b02 p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .freetable-b02 p.ooc {font-family:tahoma, serifSansSerifMonospace; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; padding:10px;} .freetable-b02 b {color:#FFFFFF;} .freetable-b02 .charname {font-family:Century Gothic, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 6px 4px 2px; float: right; margin:15px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .freetable-b02 .separator {text-align:center; margin:2px 0px 15px 0px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/ ... -1-2-1.jpg); height:303px; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style: solid none; border-color:#FFFFFF; width:531px;} .freetable-b02 {background-color:#999999; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: tahoma, serifSansSerifMonospace; font-size:11px; color:#333333; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:0px; line-height:18px; width:531px; text-align:left; margin:0px auto; padding:0px 0px 15px 0px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 11-03-2011 [html]
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The thud of the hare suddenly dropping to the ground caught his attention immediately even before she announced herself. His ears slammed forward and he rose his head, jerking it around to locate the sound. Then, he heard the ’woof.’ He’d been spotted and he reacted by standing himself up straighter, assuming his full height. His hairs bristled momentarily and he scanned the fence line. When he noticed that she was on the opposite side of the fence he eased and his fur settled, although curiosity set in. He hadn’t yet seen a gap in the fence, and was intrigued on how she could have reached the other side. Having access to the forest beyond would mean a larger prey base, and he could actually start hunting for himself, not that he really wanted to, but fresh meat was always more appealing, and he felt strong enough to try his luck again. For now, however, he had to be careful. His first meeting here had been decent, but he was still new and other canines might not always be so forgiving of him, nor would they often welcome a loner. He responded to his thoughts by raising his tail to arc just slightly above his spine. She was the first canine he’d seen to have such a lanky figure and her fur easily classified her as having dog ancestry. He didn’t know what to think about that at first. There were no dogs in his former pack, and he’d certainly never seen any that looked like her. Perhaps it was simply where he was from. A dog would have a much harder time surviving the harsh climate, but here all kinds of canines seemed to dwell. His eyes caught the slightest glimpse of the hare on the ground, and he puffed with frustration. If only he’d gotten here sooner. Reluctantly, he took a breath to calm himself, not wanting her to get the wrong impression, unaware that she was doing the same. He hardly even noticed her bewilderment. He couldn’t help but glance at the hare from time to time, and the irritation showed plainly in the sharp lines of his brows. She announced herself, calling herself Caspa. With hesitation he revealed himself, Augustus. His voice was husky, but no longer so to disuse. He stole another glance at her, before his gaze dropped to the ground. He stared at no spot in particular, preferring to steal glances now and again rather than be so obvious. Table Template by the Mentors! <style>.freetable-b02 p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .freetable-b02 p.ooc {font-family:tahoma, serifSansSerifMonospace; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; padding:10px;} .freetable-b02 b {color:#FFFFFF;} .freetable-b02 .charname {font-family:Century Gothic, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 6px 4px 2px; float: right; margin:15px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .freetable-b02 .separator {text-align:center; margin:2px 0px 15px 0px; background-image:url( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/Alp...600-1-2-1.jpg); height:303px; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style: solid none; border-color:#FFFFFF; width:531px;} .freetable-b02 {background-color:#999999; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: tahoma, serifSansSerifMonospace; font-size:10px; color:#333333; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:0px; line-height:18px; width:531px; text-align:left; margin:0px auto; padding:0px 0px 15px 0px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 11-04-2011 [html]
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A bad month is more like it. He corrected, disgruntled, his voice and eyes low. He was relieved to hear her imminent lack of sympathy, unwilling to diverge his life story all over again. The pain was still fresh, even if his wounds were healing. He disguised a querying sniff by lifting his muzzle in the opposite direction, pretending to stare absently into the distance. Part dog, part wolf, all…His brows furrowed. In a way her scent was much like the coywolf’s. It was beginning to bother him- not that he didn’t have his reasons to be bothered already. His eyes shifted to the hare again, he almost whined…almost. Instead, his eyes scanned the fence line and the forest within, nothing in sight. He licked his lips. He forced himself to put the hunger aside, remembering what he’d promised himself. He’d promised himself he’d behave differently. He’d have to be polite, even gracious. This was not home, and he was very much on his own now. Dog! He called, forcing himself to look at her. He flung his head downwards and squinted his eyes hard, before shaking his head. That had been rude. Uhh…Caspa! He corrected himself, flattening his ears, and peering at her sheepishly from under his lashes. His cheeks grew heated. He didn’t want to complete his question, but forced himself to so she wouldn’t have the chance to be angry with him. H-how did you get to the other side? He said reluctantly, finishing the sentence off through his teeth. He’d never appreciated the fence more than he did now. He looked at it now, then looked discreetly at her. His tail flicked in agitation. What was he thinking? His belly rumbled…oh- -that. He gazed sullenly at the barbed wire. This was just not his day… Table Template by the Mentors! <style>.freetable-b02 p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .freetable-b02 p.ooc {font-family:tahoma, serifSansSerifMonospace; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; padding:10px;} .freetable-b02 b {color:#FFFFFF;} .freetable-b02 .charname {font-family:Century Gothic, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 6px 4px 2px; float: right; margin:15px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .freetable-b02 .separator {text-align:center; margin:2px 0px 15px 0px; background-image:url( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/Alp...600-1-2-1.jpg); height:303px; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style: solid none; border-color:#FFFFFF; width:531px;} .freetable-b02 {background-color:#999999; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: tahoma, serifSansSerifMonospace; font-size:10px; color:#333333; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:0px; line-height:18px; width:531px; text-align:left; margin:0px auto; padding:0px 0px 15px 0px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 11-05-2011 [html] She's such a stickler for formalities ;o <style>While she was sorry to hear the misery in his voice, Caspa couldn't help but wonder what he'd done to get himself into such a state. Was he really a victim of pure poor fortune, or had he earned his punishment - whatever it had been. She determined to get more information out of him before she even considered how she might relinquish her find to him. Yes, he looked like he needed it. But did he deserve it more than her?
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He wasn't appreciative of the sarcasm and his fur ruffled up along his neck in reply. He knew he deserved it, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He neglected to reply for several moments, sizing her up with his yellow, green-flecked gaze. Her directness startled him, but it was a welcome change. If that's so, I could just leap over and take it from you. the threat was meaningless just as her proclamation had been. He even refused to show any sign of aggression, he just stood there, slouching slightly. He outsized her, but the repercussions the confrontation might inflict were detrimental to his recovery. He couldn't even get to her for starters. His ears twitched and he turned his face away. It's complicated, he muttered, and it was -- truly. What was with these canines, constantly questioning your every move? He laid his ears back in annoyance and sighed heavily. I hadn't planned on going anywhere in particular...Just here. I don't have anywhere to go, I came here for... His eyes strayed again to the carcass. He inched his muzzle closer to the fence, but stopped short. Those barbs would make short work of his wounds and set them to bleeding again. Look, I came here to find some food. I don't know where I am, but I'm staying. I don't care who gets in my way, I can't go back. He looked at her wearily. Are you satisfied? he flicked his tail anxiously. Somehow he knew she wouldn't be and he dropped to his haunches in a huff. Why do you want to know anyways? As long as she was asking questions he might as well, too. This didn't have to be so one-sided, and Augustus wanted to see the tables turn. What are you doing here? Table Template by the Mentors! <style>.freetable-b02 p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .freetable-b02 p.ooc {font-family:tahoma, serifSansSerifMonospace; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; padding:10px;} .freetable-b02 b {color:#FFFFFF;} .freetable-b02 .charname {font-family:Century Gothic, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 6px 4px 2px; float: right; margin:15px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .freetable-b02 .separator {text-align:center; margin:2px 0px 15px 0px; background-image:url( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/Alp...600-1-2-1.jpg); height:303px; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style: solid none; border-color:#FFFFFF; width:531px;} .freetable-b02 {background-color:#999999; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: tahoma, serifSansSerifMonospace; font-size:10px; color:#333333; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:0px; line-height:18px; width:531px; text-align:left; margin:0px auto; padding:0px 0px 15px 0px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 11-06-2011 [html] You post good posts! :] <style>
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He took a couple steps back. She’d called his bluff and he panicked internally not quite knowing what to do. The fence loomed far above his head, its barbs catching the light and glinting maliciously. The more he glanced up at it the more subdued he ultimately felt. He swallowed before down turning his gaze. I don’t feel like it, he lied feebly with a air of regret. He was relieved to see that’d she given up on her questions for the moment, though her continued sarcasm pricked him. No chance of falling under false pretences here, it was all cut and dry straight to the point. He’d try to be more courteous in the future, but at the present time resolved to endure his resentful demeanor. She’d given him no reason to be, or was it he, himself who was at fault. Probably, he determined, reproachful. He sighed shortly to himself. Suspicions? His ears perked suddenly. I haven’t done anything to warrant any suspicions… He declared defensively. He refused to say anything more, thinking to himself. His thoughts drifted back to the stream he’d gazed in earlier. The scars on his face were enough to get anyone’s attention, and surely enough to spark curiosity. He was beginning to feel like a royal ass.
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He let the hare sit on the wire half in her side, half out to his allowing her to pick at it as she pleased, while also leaving a few prize scraps for him if she was unable to finish it. He promptly turned back to his kill where he disemboweled it, determined to waste nothing. He worried each strip in his jaws for a while, but rarely paused to taste it. This was the best way he’d found to eat meat that was no longer fresh. The meat was tough, but he made short work of it, his muzzle stained with post-mortem fluids. Slowly the dry pang of hunger began to ebb away and he contented himself as being, well, not as hungry as before. He could feel his irritation fading away, and with it his resentment of his new companion. He chanced a look at her while absently licking his lips. He didn’t smile, but he didn’t scowl either, for once. He even shrugged off her insult of calling him ’shifty.’ He even admitted to himself that she was right to think so. One could never be too careful and he didn’t exactly look like an honest traveler. If he were in a better state he would be asking the same questions in her situation. Although, he was not in a better state. He was a loner, an outcast, and new to the area, not to mention wounded. Wounded, being in the lighter sense of the word. The scars on his once-handsome face were healing, though remained a prominent feature, one he’d sadly have to carry for the rest of his life.
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During his tale he glimpsed her a few times out of the corner of his eye and was surprised to see her listening to attentively. She raised her head to look at him and her expression was genuinely interested. Did he detect the slightest amount of empathy? He couldn't be sure, but what vague presence it held gave him comfort and eased the words off his lips. His charcoal rimmed ears twitched to the sound of her voice as she gave reply. The sound was less haughty, but he had to disagree with what she was saying. I don't know what sort of stories you've been told, but I'm no prince. He looked elsewhere, twitching his ear. It's simpler than that. His brows began to furrow a moment as a thought passed through his head. In his pack the line of succession was not determined by blood, but by stature and strength. Did that mean his father had felt threatened by him? He looked up to Caspa in his thought. Some things are starting to make sense. It was primitive, he agreed now, but his pack had been remote, relatively untouched by civilization. They adhered to the rules of the wolf before they gained their intelligence, before they were freed from human domination. They remembered their ancestors, and kept their code. Thank you. He'd found the answer he'd been longing for and closed his eyes to heave a sigh of relief. At least the burden was lifted, although the burden on his soul was not. He was still an exile, still without a home, or a friend to call on. Nor did he believe he was fully ready to move on, although this certainly made things easier. Caspa's comment had triggered an epiphany regardless of whether she knew it or not and he was grateful for her presence. He rose to his feet and tugged at the carcass of the hare still dangling limply from the fence. He'd gathered that she was finished and was thankful she'd left some to spare. He chewed contently and poked his nose in for another bite. The white of his fur was now stained a muddy red, which he licked at absently. He met her comment with a short laugh. Romantic isn't what I'd call it, he swished his tail and looked down shaking his head and letting out another muted chuckle. I'm really intrigued to hear where you're getting these ideas from. Table Template by the Mentors! <style>.freetable-b02 p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .freetable-b02 p.ooc {font-family:tahoma, serifSansSerifMonospace; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; padding:10px;} .freetable-b02 b {color:#FFFFFF;} .freetable-b02 .charname {font-family:Century Gothic, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 6px 4px 2px; float: right; margin:15px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .freetable-b02 .separator {text-align:center; margin:2px 0px 15px 0px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/ ... -1-2-1.jpg); height:303px; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style: solid none; border-color:#FFFFFF; width:531px;} .freetable-b02 {background-color:#999999; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: tahoma, serifSansSerifMonospace; font-size:10px; color:#333333; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:0px; line-height:18px; width:531px; text-align:left; margin:0px auto; padding:0px 0px 15px 0px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 11-22-2011 [html] Word Count :: 300+ I'm feeling gormless today. Quite an impossibility to stop Caspa sounding the same :o
She hadn't meant he was a prince literally. But in his own story, he had sounded like he might have played the role. After denying her summary instantly, he seemed to think further and come to an inward conclusion. She didn't know what she was being thanked for, but perhaps turning his story into a fairytale had helped after all. Sometimes it helped to hold a mirror up to a person, let them look at themself in another way. She shuffled her forepaws in front of her, folding them together absent-mindedly for something to do while he recommenced his meal. Then her digits tensed together as he started to laugh, and it soon became clear he was laughing at her. Caspa slitted her eyes so they became thick marker lines of darkness, and with a curl on her black upper lip she returned "Bedtime. Where most fairytales come from." A little more huffily, she added "There are better kinds of stories, true. But it was you who did not think to appear in one of those." Now she was concerned this discourse might turn into a quarrel again, but it seemed it couldn't be helped. 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Puppy eyes ftw xD Word Count → 308 He was taken aback by her sudden irritation and his brows furrowed in confusion. His fur bristled slightly, half defensive, half reflexive. His ears fell to his skull for a brief moment before perking up and turning in her direction. He’d finally opened himself up to another being sincerely and contentedly and now she saw fit to bring them spiraling downwards to their former chilly exchange. He’d no idea what had sparked it. Was it something he said? He hadn’t meant to mock her, he was truly genuinely curious. His parents had always been standoffish to their son, barely taking the time to get to know him, so fairytales were completely out of the question. Instead of working himself up he tugged the rabbit forcefully from the wire. It opposed him for a couple moments before eventually pulling free. The lines of flesh tore off in rivulets where the barbs pierced it. He let it fall to the ground and stepped up as close as the fence would allow in order to look at her straight on. He let his yellow and green gaze meet her glaring coals. Caspa? He questioned. Did I say something wrong? He let his tail wag once to show his goodwill, although continued to look at her in confusion. He was further perplexed by her second comment, but chose not to touch on it. He didn't fully understand the subject matter in the first place. Really, I want to know. The green in his eyes seemed to shimmer as a stray beam of light hit them at just the right angle. Please? He asked, smiling earnestly. Tell me a story. He reclined to his haunches on the other side of the fence, perking his ears attentively forward and wrapping his tail around his forepaws. He peered at her innocently enough through the wires. 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Word Count → 464 Augustus matched her stride for stride, his head turned towards her and the mesh between them. He let his eyes peer into hers. His pelt settled down his back and neck and he held his tail in a low, slow wag. For a moment he wished the fence wasn’t there, that they were indeed side by side. His thoughts floated in a dreamy state, hardly realized. It was when she stopped that he snapped back to reality. He stopped walking and turned to face her fully. His ears perked attentively forward and he surrendered all his attention to her. He was relieved to hear her say that he’d done nothing wrong, but still he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that had set her off. When his request was granted he settled himself down to his haunches, and wrapped his bushy black and white tail about him. He had to look down on her, slightly, which he remedied by settling his hinds a bit further away from the mesh, although with some internal difficulty. He found that he wanted to be close. Augustus could feel the heat starting to rise in his cheeks. When she turned her head he took the opportunity to look at the ground, hoping that she would not see and that he could regain his composure. When he felt it was safe again he returned his gaze and perked his ears forward. He listened to her story with empathy. The key difference in their stories was how her mother had been compared to his. He straightened himself up.
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Image courtesy of ®DS @ flickr; Table by the Mentors! <style>.K22911_Fred1 .ooc {font-size:12px; font-style:italic;} .K22911_Fred1 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_Fred1 b {font-family:verdana; color:#5a6f80; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .K22911_Fred1 {background-color:#e7e8e9; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #bcbec1; line-height:16px; width:427px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img803.imageshack.us/img803/899/casx.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:211px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #232312; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_Fred1-border {width:429px; 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> - Augustus - 12-02-2011 [html] OOC Not my best :/ So sorry again for the wait! Word Count → 507 His ears twitched when she made the statement. He’d never thought of it in that way before, although it was highly unlikely they’d done it for his own good. Although much leaner now, Augustus still maintained a decent amount of his former strength and muscle, his body was still unmistakably large, making his father’s line of thinking easier to solidify as the truth. It was more of a selfish act, but if it was indeed done for his benefit, why the lies? Why accuse him in the first place- turn them against him? His brows furrowed a few moment and his eyes became distant, shrouded by thought. He shook his head and returned his gaze to her. If they did it wasn’t intentional.” He concluded. And to what end? It’s not like I was planning to rise against them or anything. I mostly just wanted to be left alone, I was happier that way. I don’t know what it was that set them off. The conversation had sparked his bewilderment again, as the questions poured out of him in a torrent. Perhaps, it was better to voice his concerns aloud, he wouldn’t get an answer that way, but it was better to get it all off his chest. His lips twitched into a weak smile. I’m sorry for rambling. However, he didn’t feel embarrassed, rather did not want to trouble her with questions neither he or she could answer. He sighed and drew his thoughts on the subject to a close.
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