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- Swentzle Byström - 12-17-2011 [html] Hover for translation! Word Count → 409 Swentzle had left Ichika shortly after joining, leaving behind Fovea and Citlali to care for his injured patient. He'd taken the time first to carve the end of a long walking stick into a sort of crutch, so that, should the man absolutely need to, he could get around; but he'd left Irinei close to the fire, and Fovea already knew that she had to hunt for the camp whether Swentzle was there or not, so he should be fine for the few days that Swentzle would take. Hamza, of course, was escorting him on this journey, sans wagon; he was simply loaded down with bags, as he was used to, though the bags were empty, mostly. There were one or two chock full of the dried meat Antiman had given him, and a few skinned corpses of rabbits or other small game. He'd forgone his spice powder, though he had plenty of kindling, as he didn't think he'd be able to gather any while he was away. The purpose of this mission was simple; travel to Halifax, and discern the purpose of Fovea's previous journeys there. It was high noon now, and they'd finally gotten into the city, having to navigate through wreckage and rubble the likes of which Swentzle was certain he'd never navigated before. There was a building not far off to his right which caught his attention, and Swentzle squinted at the blurry outline, patting Hamza and murmuring a quiet, "Manete, Hamza."
He moved silently toward the building, peering into the broken window at the darkness within. It seemed to be some sort of shop, though of what he couldn't be sure; leaning back out to stare up at the faded paint above the door, he could faintly make out, King's Pawn. Curious now more than worried, he stepped carefully over the broken glass and through the window, browsing through the Pawn shop's interior. They had everything here, from jewelry to musical instruments, and he paused as he passed the instruments most familiar to him. The light coming in from the broken window shone on a wooden flute, and he lifted it curiously in two fingers, positioning it against his mouth curiously. But no; the mouthpiece was not quite carved in the right way--fit for the mysterious human, perhaps, but not for a Luperci. With a sigh, he set it down again, and continued, his curiosity growing with each strange new object he found. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.swentzle-fieldsofgold { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/kmHKk.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#93d7fa; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; color:#555555; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .swentzle-fieldsofgold b {color:#FFFFFF; } .swentzle-fieldsofgold p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .swentzle-fieldsofgold p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .swentzle-fieldsofgold .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .swentzle-fieldsofgold .wordcount {color:#555555; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} 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] - Wretch D'Angelo - 12-17-2011 [html]
.wretch-02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#82a75d; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #3a5a19; } .wretch-02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .wretch-02 {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#6e8755; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/PZAwW.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 310px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#254117; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .wretch-02 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .wretch-02 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Swentzle Byström - 12-17-2011 I may have just been imagining the note asking, I was sort of out of it earlier, but it's perfectly fine if we forward-date it a couple days! [html] Swentzle Byström
Word Count :: 340
Swentzle moved about the dark room rather noisily, as there were many things on the floor of the old shop that he simply couldn't see. He did his best not to fall flat on his face, though, and rummaged curiously before coming up with what seemed to be a wind chime--a rather noisy one, at that. What had caught his attention, though, was the odd figure hanging between the metal tubes. Kokopelli! He exclaimed happily, and shifted the thing curiously, finding that the whole structure was attached to string, which had been threaded through a wooden block to come together on a ring. He supposed it was meant to hang somewhere; what the Earth God was doing this far north, though, he had absolutely no clue. Setting the structure aside in the beginnings of a pile he would take home, he moved further into the shop, stepping carefully around a counter and moving toward the back room.
There were even more oddities here, though he supposed one might have considered them somewhat more valuable. He knelt to peer into a glass case, choosing to ignore the broken top, and squinted slightly; it was much darker back here than it was in the front. He supposed he'd have to bring some sort of light with him...
It was then he noticed the lingering smell of a wolf hybrid in the area, and he blinked, lifting his head and looking around blindly. He didn't see anyone immediately apparent, but good sense told him they were probably somewhere nearby--hopefully close enough to hear him. In case I am not in here alone, He said, because there had been times in the last few months when he couldn't quite trust his nose, I didn't mean to intrude...I wasn't aware there was anyone here. And then he straightened, brushing the dust off his knees and taking another look around the room--albeit his eyes were half-closed from squinting, as he could hardly make out his hand in front of his face. "You will find that life's a climb that takes a steady grip,
and when you're fingers ache remember you were born for this". template by revo. <3
[/html] - Wretch D'Angelo - 12-18-2011 [html] Oops! It must have disappeared when I fixed my table :O Yay ^^
.wretch-02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#82a75d; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #3a5a19; } .wretch-02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .wretch-02 {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#6e8755; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/PZAwW.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 310px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#254117; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .wretch-02 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .wretch-02 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Swentzle Byström - 12-18-2011 [html] ^^ Word Count → 183 Swentzle hovered for a long moment, suspended in uncertainty, before there was the sound of movement. He turned his head slightly and squinted as the hybrid stepped out, tilting his head to get the best look at her. She seemed small, for a wolf, but then so was he; standing at only 5'4", Swentzle had grown quite used to people towering over him. It was nice to see someone who was around the same size. He offered her a quiet smile, and then frowned as she spoke, before pointing out, "If I am not mistaken, you were here first...if anything I am disturbing you. There is no need to apologize." She seemed unusually uneasy, and he wondered for a moment if he was that frightening, or if she'd simply had bad past experiences. Scratching his throat for a moment thoughtfully, he offered, somewhat cautiously, "If you like, I can go." He didn't want to disturb her, as it seemed his presence was doing, and though the shop here was interesting, there were surely other places just as curious that he could peruse. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.swentzle-fieldsofgold { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/kmHKk.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#93d7fa; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; color:#555555; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .swentzle-fieldsofgold b {color:#FFFFFF; } .swentzle-fieldsofgold p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .swentzle-fieldsofgold p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .swentzle-fieldsofgold .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .swentzle-fieldsofgold .wordcount {color:#555555; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} 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] - Wretch D'Angelo - 12-18-2011 [html] Wretch is both funny and sad to me at the same time XD And chock-full of awkward
.wretch-02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#82a75d; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #3a5a19; } .wretch-02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .wretch-02 {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#6e8755; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/PZAwW.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 310px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#254117; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .wretch-02 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .wretch-02 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Swentzle Byström - 12-18-2011 She's adorable hehehe. <3 Reminds me so much of my SAP self. xD [html] Swentzle Byström
Word Count :: 000
Swentzle offered another smile as she told him to stay, and returned his gaze to the shelf he'd been examining before, as he felt that perhaps she wouldn't feel so uneasy if his attention wasn't completely on her. She asked after his origins, and he answered as he pulled an odd device which seemed to be ticking out of a box, "Ah, no, sadly not. My name is Swentzle. I come from the south--we called them the Great Plains." He said, and held the ticking thing to his ear, as he couldn't quite see it properly. There was definitely something going on inside the pocket watch--though he didn't know that was what it was called--and he dropped the smooth pendulum into his other hand, turning it over curiously to explore with his fingers.
"What about you, miss? There is a somewhat familiar scent on your fur, but it is quite faded...are you from these parts?" He asked as he turned and slowly, carefully padded his way back into the other room, to examine the odd thing in the light. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to have some sort of clasp, and seemed much older than he'd originally thought; delicate, almost. With the light glinting off the metal into his eyes, he very nearly blinded himself completely, and he lowered it back to his hand, turning back to where he thought she was and holding it out by the chain. "What do you suppose this is supposed to do?" He was quite unfamiliar with human relics, and honestly this one completely stumped him. "You will find that life's a climb that takes a steady grip,
and when you're fingers ache remember you were born for this". template by revo. <3
[/html] - Wretch D'Angelo - 12-26-2011 [html] Aww ^^
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