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- Sophie Hughes - 12-27-2011 [html] Word Count → 404 :: For mah Freddy-Fred-Fredder friend. <3
The sun was beginning to dip below the treeline, darkening the area below the canopy though it was not yet evening. Just after late noon, actually, in that time before dinner and after lunch that was reserved for playing, or napping, depending on who you asked. Sophie was doing neither of these things; she was far too concerned with the sudden inactivity in her home. Someone--she didn't know his name, only that he looked funny and couldn't see--had come and stayed long enough to help Leon, bandaging the wounds Sophie hadn't been aware were bothering him and giving him funny leafy things that were supposed to make him feel better. They did. But they also made him sleep, and with Brother Trigger too busy watching over Brother Leon to play with them, Boothe and Sophie were left alone to entertain themselves. It was boring. They'd played I'm Better for a while, and then that new hiding game that Terra had taught them a few weeks back, but after a while they simply collapsed in a pile, Sophie laying across Boothe's back with her head on his shoulders--displaying just how pathetically small she was in comparison to her littermate--with Bug laying, forgotten for a time, only a few feet away. Boothe seemed about to slip into a doze, but Sophie was wide awake. She didn't want to nap, she wanted to play--or...not play. Explore. Her squirming on top of Boothe woke him from his half-asleep state, and he growled a protest, but she rolled off of him, stumbling for a moment before whirling around to face him, dropping into the play-bow that Skoll had taught her. Boothe immediately mirrored her, ready for another round of whatever game she was thinking of, but she spoke instead. "Hey!" She shouted, and then, quieter, because she didn't want to disturb her older brothers and Leon needed his rest, "Hey! Let's go for...journey! 'Splore!" Boothe blinked at her, and then sat up. They looked at each other, and Sophie watched her brother slowly warm up to the idea before a grin spread across his face. "Yeah! Yeah! Go for...'Venture!" He agreed, and they bounced around each other before quietly dashing out of the clearing, out into the world that existed beyond the small circle that existed around their den. Or, at least, out into the forest of Ethereal Eclipse. <style type="text/css"> .sophly .space {float:right; width:115px; height:260px;} .sophly b {font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .sophly p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .sophly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .sophly {width:485px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a19fc4; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/DujCo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:200px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#352b37; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-03-2012 [html]
- Sophie Hughes - 01-03-2012 sswm -v [html] Word Count → 414 :: No worries! <3
Sophie and Boothe had barely made it out of the trees before something came toward them, and their scampering was interrupted by the large...beast they'd startled. Sophie, who'd dashed out in front of it and had probably been the first in its path, saw the creature and quickly swung back around, her paws slipping and scrabbling for purchase before she ducked behind her larger brother and peeked over his back. Boothe, for his part, played "big brother" perfectly, jumping so that his feet stood apart and puffing up so much with all his fur standing on end that he looked much bigger than he was. He'd even pulled his lips back from his teeth, but no growl came out, as he was uncertain what to do about the large creature who was obviously big enough to eat them. Sophie noticed the wolf riding on its back first, and whimpered, burrowing into Boothe's side and peering out from under his stomach uncertainly, as she'd managed to go under him instead of into him. Boothe pranced nervously, and finally began bullying Sophie back toward the treeline, away from the scary creature and its insane handler. Sophie went willingly enough, but they both stopped, frightened, when they were called out to. Boothe stepped over Sophie, mostly hiding his runt sister from view, and lowered his head, glaring at the beast distrustfully. Sophie wormed around until her head popped out just beneath his, staring with wide eyes but not coming off as hostile as her brother did. Sophie's brow furrowed as the strange woman told them the creature--horse--thought they were going to eat it, and she was just about to reply when Boothe piped up. "We can't eat somin'at big! It eat us!" He barked, and backed away a bit, dragging Sophie with him when it appeared she wouldn't follow. Sophie crawled along with him, but eyed the horse anxiously, and finally lifted her head and piped up curiously, "Why on it, muss?" Boothe caught her ear between his teeth and gave a little pull, quite clearly not being at all curious about the creature that looked as though it could swallow them in one bite and wanting to get out of there. Sophie wouldn't let him drag her with him, though, and with a frustrated sigh, he simply positioned himself in front of her, and then seemed to think about it for a moment before sitting on her. She was safest under his butt. <style type="text/css"> .sophly .space {float:right; width:115px; height:260px;} .sophly b {font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .sophly p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .sophly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .sophly {width:485px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a19fc4; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/DujCo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:200px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#352b37; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-06-2012 [html]
- Sophie Hughes - 01-07-2012 [html] Word Count → 342 :: LOL! Also I have no idea where the entire first paragraph of this post came from....
Ah, the dark world beneath Boothe's butt. Sophie had been long acquainted with that realm; there was, of course, Mr. & Mrs. Front Paw, who fit underneath there with her and always seemed to be attempting to stretch for something they couldn't quite reached. And there was Her Nose, which perpetually burned and, if she'd known about that sort of thing, she would have believed were on drugs. But no; that was just her old friend Suffocation dropping 'round for a visit, although hopefully leaving behind the ever-terrible Boothe Fart. Fortunately her trip to the otherworldy realm was short, as Boothe was soon ordered off her and he had no choice but to obey, seeing as the woman was older than he was and riding a beast larger than she was. With a huff and a little, mostly-terrified growl, Boothe shifted off Sophie, leaving the small girl to gasp in great gulps of air and watch spots of color slowly return to her vision. She tuned in long enough to groan and roll onto her back, but then her curiosity got the best of her, and she blinked her dazed, still-half-asphyxiated eyes open and asked again, "Why on muss?" Though it came out wrong, making it sound for some absurd reason like someone was on "muss." Boothe let out a snarky giggle, and batted at her with a paw, knocking her to the ground. "Already answered'at, stupid! Said getsser place fasser." And Boothe nodded, as though he'd never been scared in the first place, even though he still eyed the large beast warily. Sophie took a moment to process what had been said, and then shook herself out, and blinked, at last recovering from having been nearly smothered to death. "Oh, fasser! Yeah!" Sophie agreed, and stepped forward curiously, her little nose twitching as she inhaled the scent of the horse. "Smells'ike food, though." She looked up doubtfully, as she'd only just grown accustomed to meat and still wasn't entirely sure if things that smelled like food always were. <style type="text/css"> .sophly .space {float:right; width:115px; height:260px;} .sophly b {font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .sophly p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .sophly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .sophly {width:485px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a19fc4; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/DujCo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:200px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#352b37; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-11-2012 [html]
- Sophie Hughes - 01-11-2012 [html] Word Count → 518 :: Out of Character text.
Sophie backed away quickly with a bright, fearful shine in her eyes at the threat, and Boothe's fur stood on end as he pressed up beside her. Though the older boy understood she was probably joking, the threat was very real to them, as their father had said such things on a regular basis--and usually expected immediate compliance. So, with wide eyes and a slight watery sheen to them, Sophie nodded quickly, and the both chorused, "Yes'm, ma'am." Just to get the point across that they absolutely would not eat...Rohan. Sophie lifted her head and snuffled curiously at it, and then stepped back and pressed shyly into her brother's side, suddenly not quite so certain about the large beast. Boothe was too busy glaring resentfully at its rider to worry, and he lifted a paw and wrapped it carefully over Sophie's shoulders, showing more gentleness than he had before. She was his baby sister, after all, and he had to take care of her, the way Leon took care of Trigger and Trigger took care of him. It didn't occur to him that Leon was caring for all of them, since he was always so busy either hunting or foraging or healing from the wounds he'd gotten in the battle with their father that Boothe hardly ever saw him; to him, it was a ladder, and with Sophie on the bottom rung and Boothe right above her, that made her his responsibility. He didn't like the fact that she'd gotten so scared all of a sudden, and he bared his teeth and growled a little at both the horse and Caprica, his large blue-green eyes darting nervously from one to the other, not sure anymore which one was more dangerous. At her question, Sophie's tail curled between her legs and she stepped back a bit more, her eyes wide and even more fearful than before. Boothe growled again, and then they looked at each other, trying to figure out what to do, what to say. Sophie had explained the concept of the 'pack' to her brother shortly after learning of it herself, but he didn't consider Leon and Trigger his pack, so much as the nuisance-brothers who took care of them. But saying their brothers were nearby, would that make the dark woman retract her threat and perhaps run away on her strange food-animal, never to be seen again? He didn't know. Sophie, apparently, couldn't abide to lie, so she piped up, her voice mouse-soft and timid, "Wurr out 'lone...don't have a pack..." Her admission made her brother shove his nose against hers to be quiet, but the damage, as it were, was done, and they were left shifting quietly and wondering what sort of person the stranger was now; the kind that would eat them since they had no one looking after them? Or perhaps kidnap them? Maybe, Sophie thought hopefully, she'd just leave that particular issue alone, and they could talk about other things--like how you got a horse. She had a feeling Brother Leon could use one. <style type="text/css"> .sophly .space {float:right; width:115px; height:260px;} .sophly b {font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .sophly p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .sophly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .sophly {width:485px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a19fc4; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/DujCo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:200px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#352b37; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-11-2012 [html]
- Sophie Hughes - 01-11-2012 [html] Word Count → 394 :: XD Boothe and Sophie aren't helping, not telling her they're taken care of. D:
She seemed to react strongly to them being out and about on their own, which only made Sophie more nervous. It wasn't an evil, wicked grin that spread across her face, however, but a more concerned look, and Sophie lifted her head to watch the older girl curiously as a plethora of thoughts seemed to flit across her mind. She wished, in that moment, that she could read minds; if she could, she might have realized the grandeur of her mistake, and quickly taken back what she'd said; they weren't out here living all by themselves, oh no, simply wandering away from home for...about the fifteen dozenth time in a week, as Leon wasn't as fit to care for them as he might have been otherwise. Instead, she merely looked up at the dark woman curiously, and blinked owlishly at her brother when the stranger spoke brightly. "I'm Sophie," She said, placing a tiny paw on her chest, and then moved to introduce her brother, but he silenced her with a quick paw to the back of the head, pressing her face into the dirt, and introduced himself. " 'M Boothe. Boothe." He said, with a little glare at his sister as she yapped, "Yeah, he's Boof!" Whilst trying to squirm out from under his paw. She managed to free herself a moment later, just in time to hear the question, and they looked at each other, blinking in question before turning back to Caprica. "Um," Sophie said, and then sat back and scratched behind her ear with a back paw, trying to figure out how to word her answer properly. Boothe, of course, beat her to it. "We ain't never been outa the wil-der-ness! Faffer dragged us out 'ere and left us 'ere right affer we was born!" He nodded firmly, and just as firmly ignored Sophie's baleful look. " 'S not true!" She objected, and then turned back to Caprica with a shy look which belied the fact that it actually, sort of was. "He din't drag us out here. We came here by 'r'selves!" Meaning, of course, the exact spot they were standing in. Father had only taken them as far as Leon's den before abandoning them, and then their brothers were looking after them, in so much as they could, being only a little older than the twins were. <style type="text/css"> .sophly .space {float:right; width:115px; height:260px;} .sophly b {font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .sophly p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .sophly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .sophly {width:485px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a19fc4; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/DujCo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:200px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#352b37; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-15-2012 [html]
- Sophie Hughes - 01-17-2012 [html] Word Count → 288 :: Sorry about the wait!
Caprica got down from her horse, and fiddled with things on its strange hide, making the two puppies look at each other curiously before returning their gazes to her. They didn't know you could pull on flaps of skin like that; it was a rather surreal experience, to be certain. Boothe was slowly leaning toward Sophie, his jaws opening but his eyes never leaving Caprica in case she turned to look at him, to test out the strange pully thing on his sister's ear; he'd tried before, but he hadn't been trying to get her head to do anything, except maybe follow him. His teeth had barely closed in around the tip of her floppy lobe before Caprica was kneeling on front of them, however, and he snapped away from his sibling, disgruntled. Sophie only snorted at him and then blinked up at the dark woman, tilting her head curiously in an effort to understand what she was trying to say. She asked about Faffer, but Sophie didn't think that was who she meant; she wanted to know who was taking care of them, didn't she? Sophie hesitated on answering, and Boothe, for once having the insight to sense that Sophie had a thought, remained silent, shifting uncomfortably. How were they to explain that their father had abandoned them, but their brother was taking care of them now? Sophie bit her tongue, and then opened her mouth, her gaze dropping to the floor in her uncertainty. "Um, Faffer not lookin' for us." She piped up carefully, and then shared a look with Boothe before continuing, "Broofer might be, though. Him take care of us." She added, and lifted her gaze carefully, uncertain what Caprica would think of this. <style type="text/css"> .sophly .space {float:right; width:115px; height:260px;} .sophly b {font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .sophly p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .sophly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .sophly {width:485px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a19fc4; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/DujCo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:200px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#352b37; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-18-2012 [html]
- Sophie Hughes - 01-18-2012 [html] Word Count → 276 :: Out of Character text.
There was an odd look on her face, sort of disappointed and said, though Sophie couldn't imagine why she would be. With a curious little tilt of her head, Sophie padded closer to Caprica, and blinked up at her somewhat owlishly, her head cocked. Before she could ask what was the matter, though, she spoke again, and Sophie sat back, her fluffy tail wagging happily. "Yes'm! Leon real reesponsble!" She agreed, while Boothe snorted and grumbled, tossing his head. He couldn't deny it, simply because he didn't know what the word meant, but hearing people thinking so highly of his brother made him jealous--especially his baby sister. He'd been there longer! At Caprica's offer to wait with them until Leon came to find them, Sophie hesitated again, and then shook her head. "Broofer's hurt, muss. He don' know wurr out..." She looked at Boothe, and then sighed, and added somewhat sadly, "Should prolly head home...'fore he notices wurr gone..." She looked up at Caprica and then back toward the clearing, which wasn't far off; Leon could probably hear them from where he was, and was worried sick. Sophie didn't like worrying her brother. With a little whine, she began backing away, and then glanced over at Boothe, who remained firmly seated. "Let Brother worry!" He sniffed, and stuck his nose in the air, causing the young girl to whine and look about uneasily. Leon was, in some ways, just as scary as Father; she didn't want to anger him. But she wasn't able to bully her brother into obeying, either, so instead she turned to Caprica for help, her blue eyes large and hopeful. <style type="text/css"> .sophly .space {float:right; width:115px; height:260px;} .sophly b {font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .sophly p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .sophly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .sophly {width:485px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a19fc4; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/DujCo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:200px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#352b37; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-19-2012 [html]
- Sophie Hughes - 01-19-2012 [html] Word Count → 306 :: Out of Character text.
Caprica agreed with her, causing Sophie to stick her tongue out at Boothe and wave her little bum in his general direction, since she couldn't exactly stick it in his face. At Caprica's questions, though, both puppies hesitated, Boothe right in the middle of enacting his revenge. Was Leon hurt bad? He hadn't really left the den in a while, Sophie remembered; Trigger had been bringing home all the food. Hesitating just a bit, Sophie finally shook her head, lifting a paw to rub at her ear uncertainly. "Um. No, Broofer not hurt bad." She said, and wrinkled her little nose, looking to Boothe for help. "Not real bad," Boothe amended, and they nodded to each other, before turning back to her. "Him can walk! He just...doesn't. It huwts." Sophie explained, and would have gone on further to reassure their new friend, had they not heard Trigger calling for them not too far off. Both puppies winced a little; if Trig had noticed they were gone, Leon would surely be told, and they'd be in real trouble then. Even Boothe was afraid of bringing his wrath down on their heads, still not quite used to an un-wrathful male figure, and they began scrambling to leave before they got caught talking to a stranger. Sophie paused as Boothe went barreling into the underbrush, shouting that they were coming, and smiled shyly at her new friend, pressing her ears to the side uncertainly. "Bye, Muss Cap-ri-ca! See you again soon sometime?" She added hopefully, and then had to scram, as Trigger's rather panicked cries of "Sophie!" were beginning to echo. She paused again just before she reached her home clearing, and peered back through the trees, smiling to herself. She rather liked living here; it seemed every other day she was making new friends. <style type="text/css"> .sophly .space {float:right; width:115px; height:260px;} .sophly b {font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .sophly p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .sophly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#ebf3f5; text-shadow:#352b37 1px 1px 2px;} .sophly p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .sophly {width:485px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a19fc4; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/DujCo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:200px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#352b37; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-26-2012 [html]
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