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- Anon - 01-08-2012 [html] Out of Character
Word Count; 386 In Character
A painted white maw snuffled through the snow and snorted as snow filled the nasal cavity. A short growl escaped from deep in her chest as Anon padded along the snow drifted slopes with heavy steps. She was tired, and it was blasted cold, but she would keep moving till she reached "home". It was interesting that the pack had welcomed her like family and then let her leave just as suddenly without question. There was a lot of not questioning in the deep caves of Anathema. Most of the time everyone kept to themselves, and if they didn't they gossiped it seemed. Anon didn't pay much attention to others, making sure not to get close to anyone. It had been a long time trait of hers to stay distant. It had its good and bad factors, good being that she was never bothered to care about anyone about herself, and bad because she was often left alone. She couldn't tell you how many times she sat in a corner eating by herself. A part of her ached for socialization, and another part of her was disgusted by it. she hadn't realized she stopped moving to stand deep in thought, and pushed on. Her nose lifted to the air and she let the scent of Anathema drift into her. Call her. The she-wolf stopped at the border and waited what seemed hours, but was meerly minutes. Her fur rose and she began to pace, a good 6 meters back and forth. Still waiting. Argh! What is taking them so long! She wouldn't just trot right onto the land, she knew better, but oh how it was tempting. To just go back to her den, which she sure was taken by now, and settle in for some nice warm sleep. How long had it been since she slept? How long since food had touched her stomach? Shaking her head she glared at the silence. The only noise to be heard was her rattled cold breath. She was displeased that no one had been patrolling by as she arrived and grew more and more impaitent. With a deep rumbling growl she threw back her head and let out a short howl. That will get someones attention. She smiled with satisfaction at the thought of someone coming to her call. .anontab-a1 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .anontab-a1 b {color:#171816;} .anontab-a1-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .anontab-a1-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#DDE6CF; text-shadow:#1C0A00 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .anontab-a1-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .anontab-a1 {background-color:#d5d2af; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #DDE6CF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#474844; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... ontab2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } </style> [/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-09-2012 [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: 571
- Anon - 01-10-2012 [html] Out of Character
Word Count; 532 In Character
The pacing had stopped, for Anon's feet had grown tired. Instead the deep gaze just glared deep into the snow littered slopes and dark timbers. A light breeze shook the thick pelt of the she-wolf, but not enough to let even the slightest bit of cold in. Her black nose was moist from the bitter cold though, and she snuffled every so often subconsiously. She wasn't entirely sure how long she had been standing and waiting for someone to hear her call, but was sure that if someone didn't bloody show their face soon she would just walk right onto the territory. It was her home wasn't it? So who gave a rats arse. The satisfaction of her call was slowly seeping away as the minutes grew longer and her tail swished from side to side. It was a habit of hers, and not one that meant she was pleased. Far from it actually, as she didn't see the need to wait on someone every time she wanted to enter the territory again, but knew what could happen. Logically it would be insane, but the cold was starting to strip her toes of any feeling, her nose as well. When piercing emerald eyes appeared on a slope ahead, she almost felt the need to take a step back. The swishing stopped. Every hair on her body stilled, seeming to forget the slight breeze just a moment ago. Her breath caught. Naniko was the last wolf she expected to see patrolling the borders. Memories of their first meeting in these same woods so many moons ago flooded back to her mind. She remembered the dagger, and the scar ached. She was blood, family to them, and Naniko. The snow pelted Angela came forward with a smile and Anon could feel the bile in her stomach rise to uncomfortable heights. The minute she stopped Anon couldn't help but almost fall back a few steps as if the wind had been knocked from her body. She didn't trust Naniko in the slightest, she had heard many things of the twisted female and her horrid mood swings. Not to mention she remembered all to well their first meeting, how hostile it was, some on her part, some on that brute, Alaki's, part. Snorting, she remembered how much she almost expected to see him here, giving her just as much hell as he always did. When Naniko spoke it startled her once more and she looked at the she-wolf with nervous eyes, but a blank face, holding no emotion. Alaki seemed to have that affect on her often. No emotion. Naniko's question was simple enough, nothing bitter about it. Returned. She supposed that was true, seeming to feel out of place much more than in Anathema. It was full of outcasts, those who didn't fit in, who needed a soft bed and some nice food to keep them going. Most had stayed because they grew attached in some way. Anon just needed the bed and food. She didn't plan to get "attached" to anyone or anything. Certainly not one place. The call had been to strong though. She felt need to be back, to crawl safe within the underground caves. "Yes, it seems I have." Was her also simple reply. .anontab-a1 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .anontab-a1 b {color:#171816;} .anontab-a1-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .anontab-a1-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#DDE6CF; text-shadow:#1C0A00 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .anontab-a1-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .anontab-a1 {background-color:#d5d2af; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #DDE6CF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#474844; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... ontab2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } </style> [/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-11-2012 [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> This'll be short; I'm between classes c: But Welcome back anyway! We can continue with them talking and going to the caves if you'd like? Or end it Up to you! WC: 571
- Anon - 01-20-2012 [html] Out of Character
Word Count; 471 Sorry its been so long, I think I have my muse back. We will date this back to the 8th when I fist started it :] In Character
The encounter had from the start been nothing that the black and white female had expected. Her breathe was still caught most of the time and eyes wide with nervousness. Why was Naniko, her angela, one that many had talked about in strange cold ways, being so nice to her today? Surely she was upset about the howl, calling for someone. Anon had done that at another pack and nearly got her face tore off once. Or maybe that was the fact that she just happened to pick the wrong time and found the absolute wrong wolf to encounter. Now that Naniko was not heavy with pups, she seemed in a much better mood. At least for the time being. She began to trot behind the white female with light unheard steps. She aknowledged the she-wolfs words with the slightest of smile, untouching her eyes and a nod of the head. The less she talked, the less warmth left her body at the moment, and her nose was becoming numb. They were a ways onto the teritory when she remembered who had been waiting off in the distance, watching the communication of the two wolves. Anon glanced forward to see Naniko and then looked back just as quickly, tossing her head into the air and letting out a short howl. She had stopped and was waiting, probably under the eyes for her alphess, but didn't care much, she waited. Soon the thundering sound of hooves was upon them and a black and white mare was racing towards Anon with a bit of urgence. The mare stopped just short of the two and sent snow spraying a bit. Anon let out a yip to the gorgeous creature and it bent down to nuzzle her. This was the closest thing Anon had come to love in a long time, and it was from a beast that couldn't do more then whiney and nuzzle her. Or kick her if upset. The mare wasn't really as tall as some horses, especially as not as tall as some in Anathema, and the reason Anon had taken to her so easily was she was picked on a lot for her size, always bein nipped. The ebony black color covered the front of the mare and washed out into an ivory white down her back. Really a stunning creature. Anon looked back to Naniko with a bit of a smile and shrugged her shoulders. She hadn't mentioned a horse, and she was aware of this, but how could she just let the poor thing fend for itself in the snow? That just really was unfair. She hoped that the Angela's compassion for the day extended well past its normal bounds and she allowed the beast to come with. "Her name is Aldieb.." Anon said quietly, eying Naniko carefully. .anontab-a1 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .anontab-a1 b {color:#171816;} .anontab-a1-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .anontab-a1-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#DDE6CF; text-shadow:#1C0A00 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .anontab-a1-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .anontab-a1 {background-color:#d5d2af; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #DDE6CF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#474844; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... ontab2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } </style> [/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-28-2012 [html] <style>@import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Ruthie);</style>Naniko D'Angelo Tis fine - but we can end this now yesh? :3 I talk to ya nearly every day on AIM, but XD; yeah. Feel fre to poke me next time I ever take this long to get to a thread with ya. It got to the second page and I lost ya <3
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