Putting our heads together - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: Putting our heads together (/showthread.php?tid=2283) |
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With her right hand on the hilt of the knife that slapped against that hip, Hanna made her way to the borders of Shadowed Sun. She wasn't sure who was in power there, or if they would appreciate company, but she had heard through the grapevine that there was a library, and that was something that interested the dark femme. So she'd set out early in the morning in a hunter's lope, carrying her clothing in her medical satchel and with her belt around her waist. She stopped before exiting The Dampwoods and pulled on her trousers, forgoing the panties -- these she stashed in a tree so they weren't in her bag were it checked -- and shrugged the peasant top over her head. She tied the bow at her sternum so it hung just right, then she let out a call for whoever might be close. While she waited, Hanna took in the surrounding scenery. It was a beautiful place, well suited to supporting a pack. http://avatars.ourdarkarts.net/souls/ot ... bottom.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; width: 400px; height: 27px;">
[/html] - Pilot Haddon - 06-29-2008 I apologize for the wait! Thanks for hanging in there. :][html] [/html] - Susquehanna - 07-16-2008 But I apologize even more... x.x I've been busy... and WoW sucked me into its grasp! And after work... brain=dead. [html] http://avatars.ourdarkarts.net/souls/others/han_top.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: left top; width: 400px; padding: 0px;">
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Before long, Hanna saw the semi-familiar face of Pilot, for whom she'd done a tattoo on his wrist of the old Storm symbol. She waved a hand in return for his, and replied to him, walking forward a few paces. Hello, Pilot! Wow, another person I hadn't seen since the fire. I'm glad you made it. She had reached him by this time and she gently nudged his side with her elbow. You're my only example to show off my work. Only kidding! She'd drawn up at that point, standing near the male, and she looked up and at his face. She didn't look into his eyes--even though they knew each other that still could be dangerous. She grinned at him, letting him take the initiative for conversation. http://avatars.ourdarkarts.net/souls/ot ... bottom.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; width: 400px; height: 27px;">
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The male smiled at her and asked her if she'd found a place to stay. Indeed, she had, with her sister, though the female was so distant. It almost reminded Hanna of when she'd first been trying to persuade Colibri that they were littermates. It was true; however, the white femme had long disowned their mother for having abandoned her at birth for her white pelt. She studied Pilot's similar coat, then looked down at her own night-kissed coat. It was interesting, nigh on amazing, how Mother Nature made everyone different. Yes, I've settled down with Dahlia de Mai. I found my sister shortly after coming across the mountains along with another white female named Cercelee and a black and white male named Slay. Shortly afterwards, my niece Mew showed up. She was pregnant. Was. Past tense. The female had survived, but her four pups had not. She glanced up at Pilot again. And that's what brings me here. I've heard tell that Shadowed Sun has access to a supernumerary of books. I'd like to have access to them to learn more herbalism from them. If you don't mind, of course. http://avatars.ourdarkarts.net/souls/ot ... bottom.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; width: 400px; height: 27px;">
[/html] - Pilot Haddon - 07-24-2008 [html] [/html] - Susquehanna - 08-18-2008 [html] Pilot's smile infected her, and Hanna smiled widely at him. He seemed genuinely happy to hear that she'd found a suitable pack. She answered him with a nod and an expansive gesture. Looks to me like, while it's not Storm, you've stayed pretty well-to-do even after the move. The dark femme swiveled her head and her ears, taking in the sights. It's beautiful here, Pilot. Being given permission, she skipped ahead a few paces, excited to explore a bit too, if she could get away with it. She soon realized that she didn't have the first clue where the tree library was, and came back to the male's side. Heh, would you mind escorting me? I'm gonna make her find Tobias in the next post, to boost muse and to start the Low Speech training, if you don't mind. - Pilot Haddon - 08-21-2008 Sounds good.[html] [/html] - Susquehanna - 08-27-2008 Not done, but passing out at computer x.x [html] As Pilot turned to go, Hanna's ears swiveled, followed by her night-kissed head. She'd heard... something. A distress call of some kind, but she wasn't sure what. She called out softly, "Pilot, did you hear that?" Her footsteps seemed strangely loud in the almost silence, then she heard the call again and altered her step. Not far from where they'd been standing, on the ground, his left wing held out to one side, was a beautiful adolescent red-tailed hawk. Hanna gasped and, medic mode kicking in, dove to examine the wing. With a fierce look in his eye, the hawk snapped at her fingers. She glanced back at the male, unsure what to do now. Looking back at the russet bird, Hanna inquired, "Pilot, do you have a clue what should happen next? We can't very well leave him to fend for himself; he can't even fly from danger. I could help him, but..." She trailed off, and slowly lowered her hand toward the bird's head again. Again, he snapped at her fingers, and this time almost caught one. They were caught in a stalemate of sorts. - Pilot Haddon - 08-28-2008 Yay, low speech![html] [/html] - Pilot Haddon - 09-21-2008 So basically Hanna helps out the hawk, which prompts her to want to learn to speak low speech. And so the lessons begin and Pilot teaches her the basics. |