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- Samantha Jarret - 11-28-2011 [html] :3 Foreward dated to the 5th of Dec.
Optime form...I suck at first posts DX The day had started with a satisfying feeling of clarity, the ivory woman stretched her stiff lean body and peered down at her sleeping mate and kids. Careful not to awaken Rain, Lux and Quinn, Samantha slipped out of the fur blankets. Sam wrote a quick note to her lover, reminding him that she would be safe and she was just going out on a hunt. What if he was still mad about her lying? After being attacked the pure fae had told him that she hadn't been attacked by the woman that hated him. That she was only hunting. Preparing in silence was easy, Sam tied her dark hair back, noticing that since dying it the white roots were coming in. Giving her long white strands of hair. Sam retrieved her bow and arrows and soon enough she was ready. Setting off from the caverns and into the forest took next to no time. Under the shaded cover if the trees, the young Luperci loaded an arrow into the bow. She held the bow ready, following the fairly new scent trail of a male deer. Sam was very close, she could feel it. Once the deer was tracked down, the woman raised the bow and pulled the string back to her chin and tried to aim. A sound nearby scared the creature away, Sam was curious to what it was. Totally forgot about the game. There was someone nearby, a familiar but distant scent caught her off guard. "Who's there? Anyone?" Her clear voice carried through the trees. Who was it? Sam sat on a nearby log and peered around with aquamarine eyes. This confused her, someone was there but there seemed to be no threat. Soon enough the woman would track down the deer again and drag it back to the caves. <style> .blood .ooc {font-style:italic;text-align:center; padding:0px 20px;color:#f48e8e; } .blood p {padding:3px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:20px;} .blood b {color:#f6e8e8; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#7e4b4b 0em .1em 0em; } .blood .line1 {width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #a5aa9e; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} .blood {background-color:#964040; background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px solid #a2aea6; font-family: tahoma, serif; font-size:11px; color:#bdd0c9; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:12px; width:459px; text-align:justify; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius:20px; margin-bottom:-2px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; color:#ceaeae;} .blood .bborder {width:459x; border 0px; margin:0px auto;} </style>this beautiful table was given to me by Gen. [/html] - Mido - 11-29-2011 [html] ooc: Yeah, starting a thread can be mildly irritating sometimes xD It had been a really long time since Mido stalked anything let Sitting on a log a not too far away was the white woman with the Table by Alex Lyrics by Jonathan Coulton <style> .zombie p. ooc {text-indent:0px; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; } p.zombie-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font- size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .zombie p {color: white; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; text- indent:45px;} .zombie b {color:#7b281f; letter-spacing:.5px; font-family:times new roman, times, serif; font-size:14px; } .zombie {background-color:#000000; background-image:url (http://s1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff3 ... mbies2.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; outline:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter- spacing:.-.5px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:18px; width:500px; text-align:left; padding:0px 0px 280px 0px; margin:0px auto; } </style> [/html] - Samantha Jarret - 11-30-2011 [html] Yeah...I kind of lose muse on starting posts.
After her call, Sam saw a male come out from the trees, she waved a hand at him, a friendly gesture to one of her fellow packmates. Confusion came at his words, suggesting something almost humorous. The woman added her own words. "What's funny? I bet this arrow doesn't have much humor." Sam pulled the arrow from the string and waved it in the air almost teasingly her words held no belligerence, just a small joke. "Well...before the deer was startled, I was hoping to fill the cold-storage They were running low." Sam added with a small half smile, was it him that scared the deer off? The wooden bow was lowered and the ivory girl stood up from her perch. Guessing that since the rite of Agraes, they would be blood related, well technically. A decision automatically came to be friendly. "Want to help me find it again?" Sam's face looked hopeful for a moment and pushed a strand of unruly dark hair away from her eyes. "I'm Samantha by the way." There was something familiar about the man, as if she had met him before something in Nova Scotia. Then it all hit her, the knife, the rock, and the alcohol. A sheepish grin came to her face, but she said nothing. All of that stuff was nothing, her kids wouldn't appreciate her coming home drunk out of her mind. Or Rain would be pretty upset to find that she remembered nothing of the past night. Anything was possible. Aqua eyes glanced to the terrain, trying to sight out the large deer just seen. After a few delicate sniffs in the wind, the deer was near. Sam hoped over the log, much like a feline in gait. She glanced back at the man, debating if he would come with her or not. Well, either way she was hunting. Couldn't sit around in a cave all day could she and not do anything useful could she? Over the log was a few herbs that could be used for healing, judging from the scents it was a bit of witch hazel and mint. On the nearby tree was some spruce sap. Tearing off some bark and wrapping it in a leaf, everything was stuffed in the quiver for her bow. It all could come in useful sometime. Make a salve for cuts or wounds. "Well..." Today Sam was full of life, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Urging her on with the hunt. The deer had passed by not long ago. Judging by the man's size he was probably able to help take down the deer. Hopefully. <style> .blood .ooc {font-style:italic;text-align:center; padding:0px 20px;color:#f48e8e; } .blood p {padding:3px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:20px;} .blood b {color:#f6e8e8; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#7e4b4b 0em .1em 0em; } .blood .line1 {width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #a5aa9e; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} .blood {background-color:#964040; background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px solid #a2aea6; font-family: tahoma, serif; font-size:11px; color:#bdd0c9; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:12px; width:459px; text-align:justify; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius:20px; margin-bottom:-2px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; color:#ceaeae;} .blood .bborder {width:459x; border 0px; margin:0px auto;} </style>this beautiful table was given to me by Gen. [/html] - Mido - 12-01-2011 [html] The woman was being funny waving an arrow around in the air as she spoke. Confirming his suspicions about her presence, she told him she was hoping to He would let her lead the way. Mido was abnormally fast for his body density but he imagined that Samantha’s physique made her a little faster than him. Table by Alex Lyrics by Jonathan Coulton Re: Your Brains Image courtesy of franklystupid.wordpress.com <style> .zombie p. ooc {text-indent:0px; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; } p.zombie-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .zombie p {color: white; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:45px;} .zombie b {color:#7b281f; letter-spacing:.5px; font-family:times new roman, times, serif; font-size:14px; } .zombie {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://s1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff3 ... mbies2.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; outline:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter- spacing:.-.5px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:18px; width:500px; text-align:left; padding:0px 0px 280px 0px; margin:0px auto; } </style> [/html] - Samantha Jarret - 12-02-2011 [html] A slight powerplay of Mido, slap me if you want it changed ^ ^
It was pleasant to know that she could get along with packmembers, as of recent the alabaster stained woman had been much like a hermit, the only social event that she had gone to within Anathema was her own mateship ceremony. Mido reminded her much of her brother, the same humor and apparent attitude towards the world. It was too bad that she thought he was dead (although he really isn't).Skillfully loading the bow with a deadly arrow, Samantha took the lead; which he seemed to be fine with, and kept her lean silhouette low, her ears swiveled to the direction of any audible sound. The prey could be anywhere. Fortunately, they didn't step on any of the dry foliage on the ground, nothing snapped under the weight of the two Luperci. "Mido, eh? I didn't catch that last meeting. I was passed out right?" Attempting to make conversation with Mido was probably a good idea, it would be useful to get to know the other packmates. "So. How long have you lived in Anathema? I've only been here about a month, my mate Rain wanted me to move here." The Furcas stated her words softly, quiet enough to not startle the deer and audible enough for Mido to hear. She had to chuckle at his question. She was the archer of her old home in Rio. She was trained to shoot and trained the younger ones. "Yeah, I think I can hit the back of a barn pretty good. I was trained to do this." It was amazing how fluid their movements through the forest were, much like fine silk. Samantha felt exhilarated, fresh and excited for the hunt. Her light treading stopped as pretty sea green luminaries fell upon the deer. It stood about 10 meters away, idly grazing on some green plants. "There." The woman pointed with her opposite hand, it had become a skill to run with a bow, to be able to chase down deer and deliver the fatal arrow. The string of the bow was pulled far back, Samantha took aim for the spot between the lungs and heart. With some luck it would pierce both. Ready when you are."
Table by Gen
<style> .blood .ooc {font-style:italic;text-align:center; padding:0px 20px;color:#f48e8e; } .blood p {padding:3px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:20px;} .blood b {color:#f6e8e8; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#7e4b4b 0em .1em 0em; } .blood .line1 {width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #a5aa9e; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} .blood {background-color:#964040; background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px solid #a2aea6; font-family: tahoma, serif; font-size:11px; color:#bdd0c9; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:12px; width:459px; text-align:justify; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius:20px; margin-bottom:-2px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; color:#ceaeae;} .blood .bborder {width:459x; border 0px; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Mido - 12-04-2011 [html] Nope, thats fine, no slap necessary The male followed directly behind Samantha as they moved after the deer. The woman moved swiftly with her bow ready to aim and shoot. As they continued Mido foresaw the events play out in his head as he would like them to happen. The poor unknowing thing was going to be in for a massive surprise. His Table by Alex Lyrics by Jonathan Coulton Re: Your Brains Image courtesy of franklystupid.wordpress.com <style> .zombie p. ooc {text-indent:0px; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; } p.zombie-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .zombie p {color: white; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:45px;} .zombie b {color:#7b281f; letter-spacing:.5px; font-family:times new roman, times, serif; font-size:14px; } .zombie {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://s1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff3 ... mbies2.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; outline:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter- spacing:.-.5px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:18px; width:500px; text-align:left; padding:0px 0px 280px 0px; margin:0px auto; } </style> [/html] - Samantha Jarret - 12-07-2011 [html] yay I hate my post. >_
Samantha nodded as he spoke, listening carefully to his words, she held the bow at the ready. As he leaped through the bushes at the prey, yelled for her to shoot, she took no time and sent the arrow flying. It hit the target an lodged itself in its abdomen. It was a fatal hit. The beast immediately stopped struggling under Mido's grip. She had to give Mido credit for holding the deer down, that was a mighty job. "Hey, good work." She took the dagger strapped to her left thigh and went to the deer. "It's a good sized one, be able to feed a bunch of people." She studied it and looked at Mido. This was a successful hunt. She decided that they should take the catch back to the caves to be skinned and to be cut into meat. Today was a lucky day, they had managed to take down good sized prey and feed Anathema.
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<style> .blood .ooc {font-style:italic;text-align:center; padding:0px 20px;color:#f48e8e; } .blood p {padding:3px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:20px;} .blood b {color:#f6e8e8; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#7e4b4b 0em .1em 0em; } .blood .line1 {width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #a5aa9e; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} .blood {background-color:#964040; background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px solid #a2aea6; font-family: tahoma, serif; font-size:11px; color:#bdd0c9; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:12px; width:459px; text-align:justify; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius:20px; margin-bottom:-2px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; color:#ceaeae;} .blood .bborder {width:459x; border 0px; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Mido - 12-07-2011 [html] Getting up from the ground he looked to the now lifeless animal that lay there. “Nice shot Samantha!” The Dasa said to her with the excitement now The male didn’t expect this much excitement today. As Samantha and he toted the catch of the day behind them he thought about how fast it all happen, and Table by Alex Lyrics by Jonathan Coulton Re: Your Brains Image courtesy of franklystupid.wordpress.com <style> .zombie p. ooc {text-indent:0px; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; } p.zombie-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .zombie p {color: white; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:45px;} .zombie b {color:#7b281f; letter-spacing:.5px; font-family:times new roman, times, serif; font-size:14px; } .zombie {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://s1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff3 ... mbies2.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; outline:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter- spacing:.-.5px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:18px; width:500px; text-align:left; padding:0px 0px 280px 0px; margin:0px auto; } </style> [/html] - Samantha Jarret - 12-09-2011 [html] Sam had to chuckle at Mido's enthusiastic comment about her shooting. At that moment the woman wanted to punch him playfully in the shoulder, much like she did to her brother long ago, she resisted and looked at her bow. "I was worried I was going to shoot you! I couldn't help but think I could've shot you. I don't know how I would live with myself if I shot one o' my pack." The Furcas nodded as he started to pick up a leg, she took one foot in her hand and helped drag the carcass back towards the entrance of the cave. The air was fresh and the woman couldn't help but breathe deeply, inhaling the soft scents of an approaching winter. As they neared the caves, she herself was trying to make some conversation. "This was a good hunt. I doubt I would have gotten it with only one arrow if you weren't there to hold it down. Thanks." The deer's eyes were emotionless and blank, she couldn't help but notice the black orbs staring at her, in a way it was creepy. Mido too must have felt some pride at taking down such a nice buck in near winter. At the comment about her talents, Sam shook her head and smiled. "Uh, not that I can think of. Not that I know of at least." Her skills weren't really that numerous, shooting was just something that her homepack had taught her, it was her destined position before the fire. The caves loomed over them and Sam knew that soon they would have to skin the deer. "Maybe we should skim it out here?" It was a suggestion, if they were both good at skinning hides off of carcasses without too much of a mess, things would be fine. Where she came from, they hung deer by trees and worked around that. "We're gonna need a rope. Or something to hang him with." Her den didn't have any ropes, so she wasn't sure where to look. The deer was set down on the ground, the arrow still sticking from its abdomen. She took the arrow and placed it back in the quiver. 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Samantha had mentioned that she feared shooting him, unsure of what she’d do Samantha mentioned they may want to skin it outside, but they would need rope or something to hang it. “I have rope in my den, let me go get it. I’ll Table by Alex Lyrics by Jonathan Coulton Re: Your Brains Image courtesy of franklystupid.wordpress.com <style> .zombie p. ooc {text-indent:0px; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; } p.zombie-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .zombie p {color: white; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:45px;} .zombie b {color:#7b281f; letter-spacing:.5px; font-family:times new roman, times, serif; font-size:14px; } .zombie {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://s1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff3 ... mbies2.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; outline:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter- spacing:.-.5px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:18px; width:500px; text-align:left; padding:0px 0px 280px 0px; margin:0px auto; } </style> [/html] - Samantha Jarret - 12-20-2011 [html] The ivory female nodded when Mido told her that he would be right back with some rope. It didn't take too long for Mido to come back with a good coil of rope. She grabbed one end and helped pull it up and when the deer was suspended limply from the branch of the tree, Sam smiled with satisfaction. "Well, Mido we make a good hunting team." It confused the female when he laughed when he said that if he did indeed get killed from her arrow that no one would care. She patted his back in a friendly manner and her tone was serious. "I'm sure lots of people would miss you here...I would be sad that it was my arrow. And that I killed someone so useful and not to mention a truly friendly person. It was true, Mido was great company. He seemed to lighten up when he held out the knife, saying words from what seemed like a medical context. It was true though, she was a healer. She didn't know anything else to say, but gratefully took the knife in hand and made a clean long slice down its belly, and two others down the sides of its flanks, with a few other cuts Sam was able to pull away the thick winter hide from the large creature. "Hmm...We could use this, I am not too good with curing hides. If you know how I could help. Or I could take it to Rain." Rain knew how to cure pelts, and they always came out soft and nice when he was done. But alas her mate was always busy and had to do other things. Samantha turned back to her new friend, and passed the knife. "Want a couple of turns cutting off meat? I could run back to my den and get an extra knife for me." OOC: Sorry for the crap post...My muse is on strike! [/html]- Mido - 12-23-2011 [html] OOC: Yeah, I occasionally need to beat my muse into submission, I need to remind it who’s boss! When Mido spoke to Samantha, she retorted kindly, the things she said just made him feel good. The white woman commented that they made a good team; the She disappeared into the caves to grab her knife, probably wouldn’t be long to return. He placed the hide on the ground. 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