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- Susquehanna - 12-29-2011 [html] <style> #location{background-image:url('http://www.soulsrpg.com/images/BSMapPixels_subterr.jpg'); width:150px;height:150px;float:right;border:1px solid #000000;margin-left:5px; background-position:65% 40%;} #pushpin{position:relative;left:87px;top:60px;} </style> OOC here! Here she was again, the ebony woman mused, standing at yet another turning point in her life. AniWaya, she had learned through the grapevine, was no longer "home" to her, would never be the same. While she had been gone, a great war had happened at the heart of the tribe, one that took Dawali, in the end, back to the Great Tribe. She did not know all the details, but to return to such a place did not seem to the woman her best course of action. Instead of the peaceful people that AniWaya had always seemed to keep, there were new members that Hanna knew nothing about. Oh, Ralla was there too, and several others that she did know, but still, she felt wrong returning. She had thought long and hard before even returning to Souls. She had been staying in a den in the old lands, where once had stood the Moaning Wood, her home of old. It felt perverted compared to what it had once been, ashen and desolate as compared to lush and full of life, but there was something comforting about the place, and the wisewoman who had helped her and Esmerelda survive along with the livestock she'd managed to keep alive thus far had called it home for nearly a year. Now, though, the woman longed for the companionship of a pack. She wanted to feel a part of a greater whole. Moreover, she didn't want Essie's only memories of her youth to be grey, burnt forest. So she had tethered her livestock once more, lifted her daughter to Galilahi's rump, and headed once again over the mountains. She stood indecisively at the southeastern foot of the range, debating where it was she wanted to go, and finally she chose Anathema. She knew little about the pack, and little more about its ways, but Gemma, the girl who had rescued her when she had passed out near its borders, had lived there. Hanna would have, too, but she had chickened out before actually reaching the pack, made an excuse to bury her stillborn sons nearby, and then ran like a rabid wolf the other direction instead of returning to Gemma's side. She wished she hadn't done so now, but she just couldn't imagine then not living with the featherheads. Still, and for a long time silent, the woman stood on the border, just looking. Finally, raising her muzzle to the sky, she called out for the leader of the pack, Anathema. She was dressed to impress, with her usual outfit on her body, her spirit bag around her neck, its familiar weight a comfort, and her long, dark hair tied back in a queue. She stood on the ground, gripping Gali's hackamore, Esmerelda atop the mare's back. The young one's eyes were wide; she didn't know what was to happen. Hanna patted her head gently, reassuringly, then sat back to wait. .hanna-z91 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .hanna-z91 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .hanna-z91 b {color:#C98223; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .hanna-z91 {background-color:#504324; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010j ... nagift.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:210px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #C98223; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#130F05; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .hanna-z91-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style> [/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 12-29-2011 [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> The female was one of few remaining canines who had come over the mountain after the great fires had destroyed her old forest home. She'd been born in Chimera and had grown up in Clouded Tears, becoming an Alesterin before the fires had began. Naniko had felt certain that Laruku would have promoted her had the fires not occurred and she'd had her eye on that Gamma rank...so when she had made the trek over the mountain, she'd started a pack all of her own. She had not seen her old leader since then.
- Susquehanna - 01-15-2012 [html] Eternally sorry for the wait. I finally feel human again. ._. WC: 245 As opposed to Naniko, Hanna had spent much of her life in the lower rungs of the packs she had inhabited. Whether that was because she was better suited for those ranks or if she simply preferred being out of the limelight, the medic was not sure. Still, she had done her duties where ever she was, held co-ranks and the sort as well, and, at eight years old, was at peace with never ascending in the ranks heretofore. She'd either make up for it now, or she would not; what mattered was Essie, and if she could find it, information on her other daughter as well. The group was not waiting long before an ivory femme appeared from the snow, her hair and a bag similar to Hanna's jumping as she bounded toward the elder woman. She drew to a walk as she came nearer, giving Hanna time to more fully take in her appearance before she spoke. She was white from head to toe, this woman, completely in opposition to Hanna's black, but she bore as many or more scars on her muscled frame. She wore no clothing, and Hanna wondered now if she should have, but shrugged it off as personal preference. The other woman spoke, her voice gravelly. She asked if Hanna was the one who had called and the woman replied, "It was I. I am seeking admission into the pack for myself and my daughter, Esmerelda. I am Susquehanna." - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-20-2012 [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: This got to the second page pretty quick! Sorry for the wait!
- Susquehanna - 01-21-2012 [html] It did! People are posting like crazy for SoSuWriMo. 10 days left! WC: 438 Hanna was anything but a fighter; she could hold her own well enough, but she preferred to steer clear altogether. And if she knew she was going to be fighting, the only article of clothing she wore was her belt with its leather-sheathed hunting knives. And trying to heal wounded wolves in clothing was just absurd; blood did not like to come out of light fabric, she'd found. To her, clothing was merely for putting one's best foot forward; any other time it was extraneous. Hanna even forwent a cloak most of the time, though she was considering finding one to acquire. Hanna stood quietly as the woman gave her identity as Naniko, the leader. A similar look of concentration passed across her features as Naniko admitted to recognizing Hanna from... Somewhere. Hanna felt the same. It had been three years since the fire, and both wolfesses had aged. Hanna's memory wasn't quite what it used to be. Still, she thought she remembered something from the Old Lands, both from her time in Chimera as well as after she'd joined Clouded Tears. But wait. The last time she'd seen her was... Oh yes, Hanna remembered now. A fox kit, in the Concrete Jungle. Naniko was a healer like herself; the former Clouded Tears member (and apothecary?) had probably kept Hanna from being cut down that day. "We belonged to Clouded Tears together, under one Laruku Tears. Just before the Fire, I think it was, we both tried to help the same fox kit. I foolishly drew my blades against the Inferni leader." Hanna chuckled, she had been much stupider then. It seemed forever ago, but perhaps that was motherhood and growing up for you. Naniko asked the standard question asked of every prospective joiner of any pack ever: What did Hanna have to offer? The woman thought about that for awhile, and finally said, "I have been a healer for years. I have been a part of several packs, and know a little bit about each one, though not all are still together. As any wolf, I hunt, I fish. I have trained a bird; I helped take care of the livestock with the AniWayans and kept this lot --" she pointed to the assortment of prey animals behind her "-- alive since the beginning of fall last year with a little help. I can tattoo, given time to find ingredients for my dyes. I can tan hides and start fires, and I'm still pretty lithe for a wolf going on nine years old, if I do say so myself. And I am always willing to learn more." - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-21-2012 [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: Luckily, I'm not having to worry about that any more Lol. I'm way too busy to do Sosu any more XD
- Susquehanna - 01-21-2012 [html] I don't figure I'm going to complete it, but I'm definitely still going to try. I'm at 2.16% done after this. xD WC: 399 Hanna's head dipped. She too wondered what life would have been like had fires not swept through their old home, but she rarely voiced such a thought. Things had mostly been better here since then, she had found love, of sorts, helped form a pack, and found family in all sorts of places. She had picked up a fair few scars, as well, just in the three years since crossing the Halcyon Mountains. Claw marks on her left shoulder from a scrap with a bear, more scars across her nose courtesy of her nephew. True, she had trespassed on pack lands, but she was chasing someone else and received the scars from defending him. The only scar she'd received prior was her throat, received in a run-in with her sister where the latter was delusional. Luckily, while she had bled profusely, there was no permanent serious damage inflicted with that one. "I'm sure we all wonder, Naniko. What few of us are left, anyway. I am pleased you remember me, though, and you're right, many things have changed. " "I would be glad to add my knowledge to the pack. One thing I should have noted is, while I know Low Speech, and that is how I trained Tobias, our relationship was one of mutual respect. I got him flying again after finding him grounded with a broken wing and in exchange he helped me hunt, carried messages, and the like. I sometimes wonder where that bird got to." Little did she know, Tobias had simply been captured by a wolf in Cour des Miracles. "Anyway, I will find Alaki and offer my services to him." Naniko added one final note. Hanna had not heard of the blood-sharing ritual as Agares, before, but it did not seem very different from sharing blood to transform a non-shifter into a Luperci. That she had done multiple times and was comfortable with. She said as much, "I have offered to change non-Luperci and been taken up on my offer multiple times. The only difference between this and that is the thought behind it. I will freely share my blood with you and the pack, Naniko, spill blood when called to in Anathema's name, and would offer my own in exchange for Her safety." With that, Hanna extended her arm towards Naniko, who had already withdrawn a dagger and put out her own hand. - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-22-2012 [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: Good luck!! bit of PP with the ceremony :3
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