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- Amy Sunders - 12-17-2011 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
It had been long enough since Amy had stopped by this pack that she felt safe approaching it. Her scent had altered a little, mixed with Hadley and the places she'd been. Some still remained the same, but Amy felt sure the weakling she'd beaten for trying to cheat her wouldn't report what Amy had done. Even if her scent had clung to the girl, no explanation would have been given for the reason. Giddily she licked her lips. Punishing the girl had been quite enjoyable. It wasn't often she let her inner beast out to play.
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I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes This time I'ma take you for a ride I'm invincible tonight! WC :: +000 OOC :: Aeron is wearing something much like link here and a hooded white cape that has gold trimming.
Aeron yawned as she stood out side the air so fresh. Stretching she sighed Io had stayed with Adwen and the boys Aeron had to hunt she had to move. What she needed to do was meet up with an old contact from the states and get her some much needed supplies. Nothing around here was like the stuff made at home. Striking a match she lit her cigarette inhaling deeply. She hadn't done this in a long while she could have quit but that would be no fun. She had moved to the borders of the land she wasn't sure if she still had any traps out there or not. She just couldn't remember after everything that had happened in this month. Ears swiveled on her head turning to the sound of a call. Fur on the back of her neck standing on end from the tone so rude. She shrugged dusting the white cape off she moved towards the sound. She could feel her tail raising though she never allowed herself to get to assertive. She'd never step on Naniko's tail. Though she may try to with Alaki a bit. Infront of her appeared a golden hued female, Aeron almost with pure instinct placed a hand to her ornate sword. She was no Dasa she was the Iblis, the spy but she had much training and she could easily defend these lands. It was like old blood had began to burn. "So rude for a guest, you should make your call polite if you want to be allowed to visit." Aeron hadn't even pulled down her hood yet. Golden eyes just watched the girl. Believe me
You've never met another one like me Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen Template by Revo Modifications by Nat and Marie <3 [/html]- Alaki - 12-17-2011 [html] WC:446+ / James jumping in next i believe :3 Btw, Beyaz woulda arrived before Alaki so feel free to pp seeing an albino crow if you wish ^^; he woulda landed on a tree or something high up and nearby... Hibiki reared in an attempt to throw him from her, grasping at her reigns he steadied the mare and backed her up against the stable's fence in an attempt to gain control of the stubborn horse once more. Eventually she calmed down, eats still flicked back in silent resentment but otherwise she seemed willing enough to let him ride her and so he loosened his grip on her reigns, gently running a grey hand over her neck, “Why do you always have to be so temperamental” he sighed and shifted slightly upon her back so that he was sat in a more comfortable manner, lightly pressing the mare's side's and encouraging her to go forward; Beyaz taking of from the branch he was perched on and flying ahead of his owner. As he grew near the border he heard a call, a rude summons of sort. Bringing Hibiki to a halt he flicked his ears back and growled a little under his breath, turning the mare around and easing her into a canter, making his way towards the location of the rude stranger to see who had such nerve to call upon Anathema in such a manner. With a quick hand signal and a few low speech orders, he indicated for Beyaz to fly ahead and check the area out, the albino crow sensing his master's fowl mood and obeying without hesitation. Thankfully he was fully armed with his usual assortment of poisoned daggers and his katana and so if the other didn't quickly show respect he was in the mindset to teach the fool a lesson; he would not allowed for anyone to disrespect his pack like that. Maybe he was being petty and over reacting to a rude call, but he cared little about such things, focusing on his disgust at the other's complete lack of respect to his beloved pack. Soon enough he approached the stranger, noticing that Aeron had already reached the rude one before him. Catching the Iblis's words he hid a smile, pleased to see that someone in the pack other than himself had been annoyed by the others manners. Pulling Hibiki up beside the female, he looked down at her, eyes glittering with mirth whilst his expression was it's usual irritated frown. “Aeron” he spoke her name, acknowledging her before turning to face the golden female. “For what reason would you approach our borders in such a rude manner” he spoke down to the women, disgust for her rolling from his tongue, hand instantly reaching for his katana to make sure the women understood that she'd crossed the line... and caught the Rakeeb in a less than pleasant mood. <style type="text/css"> .crazkey1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#670000; letter-spacing:1px; font-size:10px; margin:5px;} .crazkey1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .crazkey1 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .crazkey1 {margin:0px auto; width:475px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/2b2kpi.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #670000; padding: 450px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#572125; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 12-17-2011 [html]
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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Lounging on the ground Amy waited for someone to come. Someone would come, that she knew for sure. Her call had held the power of an alpha, if not the authority. Granted, it was quite rude to call at the pack borders like that since it could be construed as a threat to the leader. Amy didn't see it that way though. She was merely passing through, checking on her loyal subjects.
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I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes This time I'ma take you for a ride I'm invincible tonight! WC :: +000 OOC :: Aeron was not on horse nor has her horse with her just so everone knows she walked.
Aeron stood there watching the girl as she stood herself up and then began to talk. The warrior woman could feel her body tensing as she listened to the arrogance of such woman. She snarled lightly as she pulled her hood down. Golden eyes met the eyes of the other woman. A tan hand lay on her sword as she fought not to pull it out. You insolent pest, how dare you speak to me in such a manner. You are either a guest or an intruder here on our lands and your edging towards intruder." She snarled as she heard the hooves of a horse. Next to her came Alaki and he spoke to her before the dog woman. Aeron nodded keeping her posture for it didn't show out ranking nor level ranking with Alaki. She merely held herself for her stature and to show the woman she would not back down. Alaki had finished and the woman began to speak again as Aeron watched her as nothing changed with alaki and Naniko present. Gripping her sword tighter she snarled after the girl finished. If you are here to please the leaders and bring gifts then act it loner. Lower your stance you have no right or authority to hold your stance. I will make you lower yourself and be a good loner if I need to. She would not allow disrespect like this to Naniko or Alaki even though Alaki was a male. she slid her thumb on the guard and she pushed on it to show a portion of blade. She would die for Anathema even be exiled from it if it meant protecting it. Believe me
You've never met another one like me Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen Template by Revo Modifications by Nat and Marie <3 [/html]- Alaki - 12-29-2011 [html] ITOU ALAKI
Closet mind is distorted instability. Please release me before breaking. So long... In humiliation The final art is your dead face Word Count :: 475 Didn't translate japanese bits cause well, he's just ranting/swearing/etc xD. Oh, and to clear up; Alaki arrived just as Aeron initially started speaking and he's on horseback... It surprised him that there was someone so painfully stupid and foolish that they would openly provoke a pack along said packs borders. Silently he listened to the two female's exchange and before the wretched dog had a chance t appease him he had already made his mind up about the golden women; he did not like her, her attitude, nor anything about her and wanted her away from his and Naniko's pack lands. Sliding from Hibiki's back he landed with a low 'thump', his hand only separating from his blade for a second before moving back to his side and wrapping itself around his Katana's handle once more. Pulling his lip back he smirked at the female, his dislike for her clearly showing in his expression; not once did he bother to acknowledge the slave the golden woman had with her. Lesser beings who submitted themselves to another whether willingly or if they were forced to were not worth his attention. “I suggest you listen to Aeron, you Ōheina baka” he spat out at the female, pulling his katana partially from it's sheath, itching to sink the blade into the female; the only thing stopping him was the presence of the Angela and until she deemed the situation was worth of physical violence he would resist the temptation, despite the fact his mind was already picturing the other's corpse many times over. “Sono yōna oroka-sa...” he shook his head slightly in disbelief “to show arrogance and display rude behaviour upon our borders, Amai kogane no hokō no shitai.” slowly he brought himself up to his full height and settled into a dominant stance to add to all the posturing that was going around. “Anata ga tsumori tochū de kyarī to watashi wa no nodo o kittadarou”he muttered under his breath, growing more and more tempted to simply strike at the female and be done with her and her insolence. At the mention of gifts he dragged his eyes down in contempt at the slave and the offered items, only half listening to Aeron's response as he looked down at the crossbow and fur. Such fine craftsmanship he could not deny and yet, instead of accepting them, he threw back his head and laughed. “Oh god, you have got to be the most stupid dog I have ever come across. Offering a weapon after such rudeness.” he allowed his laughter to continue for a moment until he calmed himself down, staring at the female for a moment before growling harshly. “Show respect or pay for you arrogance, Inu” he paused and considered things further, “And I recommend you apologise to the lovely Aeron over here whilst your at it” at the threat his eyes lit up, excitement pouring through him; his Angela's presence temporarily forgotten as the promise of a fight was present to him. 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Especially a loner; some loners did have their connections, like Barrett...but he had always made certain that she knew she was the top bitch when around her own pack borders. He showed respect with his tone of voice and the way that he treated her; he offered her gifts at times, but only after waiting politely at the borders, (Though she had told him numerous times that it was fine for him to come in; he was family). She didn't demand respect from her pack because she expected it. She didn't feel the need to demand much from them as long as their loyalty was known and respect was shown to her. A loner was nothing compared to her pack.
- Amy Sunders - 12-30-2011 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: yes she's a moron. I have no idea how to get her out of the situation, because she really won't submit. Doing that goes against her character
Amy should submit, she knew that. It was right for her to lower herself, and acknowledge the leaders here. It was the diplomatic way of doing things, after all. She was too used to the respect her name and reputation gave her though, still adjusting to the fact that she wasn't truly in charge anymore. Each time someone mentioned that she had no pack though, her hackles raised. Amy didn't consider herself a loner, simply someone above the ties demanded by a pack.
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"Heaven has no rage like love
to hatred turned....... WC :: +000 OOC :: James Kitty PM me if this is outta line and I will fix
Blood boiled in the golden coyote. She watched the mutt woman stand there. She looked at Alaki who spoke in a language she didn't know. She had heard it before and not from him but she knew nothing of it and she just listened. Maybe she could learn a language that could be fun. Aeron never expected Alaki to demand anyone show her respect. She was glad he had though she was beginning to love anathema more and more and she just hoped that this woman would lower herself. But no matter what either members said the woman seemed not to care she then went on about her crossbow. It was apparent to Aeron that the woman was not caring about her just the two leaders. Nothing seemed to change. Her body changed as she looked at Alaki she could see it in his eyes. She waited for the comand to kill the woman her body shifting as she opened a pouch with a swift movement each finger had a throwing knife and it and her cape tossed to the ground. The female warrior was ready to defend her Alphess. She side stepped closer to Alaki blocking the trader from Naniko. I do not think you have the manners required to be on or near our land Mutt. You'd do best to leave now before I end your pathetic life. She had killed before and she would do it again. The mental taste of metallic blood caused her to lick her lips as she glanced at Alaki. She wanted his permission or Naniko's to go at her. She was done being ignored she would not take this anymore Nor hell a fury like a woman
scorned......." Template by Revo Modifications by Nat and Marie <3 [/html]- Naniko D'Angelo - 01-02-2012 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> WC: 1083 Breaking post order to give the order, end this thread however it will; realistically she'd either have to flee or fight, but she'd likely be injured badly because it would be 4 canines vs one canine + slave. She had nothing more to do here, realistically…just given an order. Naniko would not trade with someone who refused to show respect; no loner was higher than a pack wolf, in Naniko's opinion, and if it took the dog a lifetime to learn it then she would have a lifetime of scars. The Angela had no interest in hearing any more of the dog's words or allowing her to hang around the border area; there would be no trading done on this day. She could feel the tension in the air around them almost...Alaki seemed to be boiling over with rage, Aeron prepared to attack as well. She didn't feel like she needed to attack the female to get her to leave...maybe a threat would do it. Or a command. Using one's words could be easier than using one's fists at times, equally so when no fighting was really desired. She had the ability to keep her cool and not show her emotions at times, which she found useful in certain situations...she didn't want to let any rage show because she felt that it would show some sort of weakness.
”Forget it. Leave now, dog, or face the wrath of my pack members. We have no interest in your items.” Naniko sneered, crossing her arms. ”Don’t make us chase you from our borders. And don’t return until you learn some manners.” Her members had been correct about Amy being a guest on their lands; Nani wanted to give her what she deserved if she didn’t leave freely, or let the pack on her. But for now, she would stand and wait to see what Amy had to say. If anything. She was being gracious by giving the other female the chance to say something before she left, rather than allowing her pack members to attack or chase her away first. They didn’t need filth like this loner lingering around their pack borders. "If she doesn't leave, make her." She ordered. - Alaki - 01-02-2012 [html]
ITOU ALAKI
Closet mind is distorted instability. Please release me before breaking. So long... In humiliation The final art is your dead face Word Count :: 400 Eeer, just backing up Naniko and being his charming self ~ M cause he's thinking nasty stuff Pleasure rippled through him as he heard his Angela's words, for only Naniko would he allow to command him in any way and only the white female was worthy of his respect and at times, trust; not once did he bother to look towards Grace for he understood her role here and still begrudged the female for playing a part in locking him away... Naniko he had forgiven over time, but Grace he wouldn't be so wiling to forgive until she proved herself, not that he'd let such a trivial matter get in the way at that moment though. With her leadership Anathema had become what it now is; strong, proud and full off eccentric loyal canines and he too was now a leader of this pack and he would not tolerate anyone whom had nerve to look down upon or see themselves as more important than his pack members. Loners were scum when near or upon these lands, they had no rank and their only worth was the goods they carried; but with the females show of attitude he cared little for the goods and his eyes fixed upon the females throat and before he could stop himself he licked his lips and inched forward in excitement. What could be described as a menacing grin settled upon his expression and he finally pulled free his Katana; it's black sheath falling back against his hip and banging lightly against his left leg, a familiar feeling and the act did little to distract him or throw him off balance, for as soon as the blade was free he settled into a fighting stance and prepared to chase the golden women off and if things went his way, she nor her freak of nature slave would leave with their heads attached to the rest of their tattered remains. It disappointed him slightly that Naniko gave the woman a chance to leave but to back up her words he stepped forward, bringing himself towards the women; ears flicking back flat against his skull as his lips pulled back to reveal teeth, a harsh growl escaping his throat; the last warning he'd give the walking corpse. As the order was given he decided the women had seconds to turn tail and run like a coward or he'd get violent there and then, “I suggest you start running, for you have seconds to live, Chien” Art by Me + Nat <3; table by the Mentors! <style>.Akalki_Sam_Art_Tab .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; } .Akalki_Sam_Art_Tab .padded {width:193px;height:503px; float:right; background-image:url(http://img820.imageshack.us/img820/6944/attrans.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .Akalki_Sam_Art_Tab p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .Akalki_Sam_Art_Tab b {color:#5d5d5d; letter-spacing:0px; font-family:times new roman, times, serif; font-size:14px; } .Akalki_Sam_Art_Tab { background-image:url(http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/30/alakitable.jpg); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-color:#15191a; border:1px solid #575853; outline:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4c5457; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:485px; text-align:justify; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; margin:0px auto; } .Akalki_Sam_Art_Tab .name1 {text-align:center; font-family:braggadocio; color:#6f8087; font-size:40px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px; padding:10px 0px 10px 0px; line-height:5px;} .Akalki_Sam_Art_Tab .lyrics1 {text-align:center; font-family:braggadocio; color:#233036; font-size:12px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px; padding:10px 0px 0px 0px; line-height:8px; letter-spacing:3px;} .Akalki_Sam_Art_Tab .ooc1 {text-align:center; font-family:cursive; color:#878682; font-size:10px; padding:5px 0px 0px 0px; line-height:9px; letter-spacing:1px;} 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] - Amy Sunders - 01-03-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Amy did what could only be described as smirking. I'll come back next time I'm passing through then. She didn't need to learn manners. Amy already had them, and they were of impeccable quality. Granted, they were the manners of a dog that lived in a city, much different than the savage lifestyle that ran rampant here. Amy still considered them the best though, and wasn't about to change her mind. She had no wolf blood to prompt her in manners of submission.
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"Heaven has no rage like love
to hatred turned....... WC :: +291 OOC ::
Aeron watched the trader and then watched Alaki as she heard Naniko's voice. She looked back at the mutt and let a low snarl emit from her was as she watched the woman begin to head for her wagon and the slave leaving the stuff that was woman had intended on giving them as gifts. she wondered why the woman would leave them they would not trade with her. She had no respect. She turned to look at alaki as she stood straight up and watched the woman leave. There was nothing left for Aeron to do. She had come to defend her home lands and she would break something on the girl the next time she came. Sliding her knives back she wished Naniko had not given her time to leave. She ignored the things on the ground they were not hers nor would she want them. disgusting low life. She spat as she turned and gave a bow to Naniko. She will never cross these borders so long as I am here I will be sure of that." She spoke as she looked up and bowed to Alaki. "i did not know you spoke more then one tongue." she stated as she gathered her cloak and strapped it back on. She had never once see the girl that was now with them she wondered why not though she dared not ask anything foolish as she looked at her. "Forgive me but I will make my leave" She gave a short whistle as Zenna appeared to join her. the feline leaping onto her shoulder aeron gave another bow before making her way back along the path she was going. She would make sure that the rest of today went fine. Nor hell a fury like a woman
scorned......." Template by Revo Modifications by Nat and Marie <3 [/html]- Naniko D'Angelo - 01-04-2012 [html] <style> .naniko .ooc {font-style:italic; } .naniko p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .naniko b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .naniko {background-color:#1e252b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... naniko.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color:#141b21; width:375px; text-align:justify; } .naniko-border {width:379px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .naniko .inner {margin:10px 10px 190px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... nikobg.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> WC: 373 And end
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