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- Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 01-31-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count +500
.jzprmirror b {font-weight:bold; color:#998328; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .jzprmirror p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .jzprmirror {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#0f1123; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xgChm.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 350px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5d6183; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .jzprmirror .wordcount {color:#998328; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #5d6183; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .jzprmirror .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; color:#998328;} </style>[/html] - Wayne McCoy - 02-03-2012 [html] <style>@import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Macondo); @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Germania+One);</style>Wayne McCoy Watch what you say, I will betray. My promises, they will decay Word Count :: 545 There are probably contradictions/inaccuracies in my post because I don't feel like proofreading. >>;; It was his job to know all of the horses in the pack, from those originally under his own care to the newcomers such as the coydog’s older stallion. Luckily, there was no other duty in the world that Wayne would trade for. He loved spending time with the herd, so much that one might think he was raised by horses, the way he was so at ease with them. They were simpler creatures than luperci, but no less full of personality and intelligence. They were easier to deal with than other canines most of the time, especially for the former loner. He was working on picking Fern’s hooves now, scraping out the muck that had been picked up from their journeying—working at the break of dawn as always, a rhythm he was used to from his busy youth. Around them pranced Bark, who had grabbed hold of one of the ropes lying around and was now flinging it around his head. Snorting, the Labrador mix released the mare’s leg and thrust the pick into his pocket before chasing after the colt, which jerked the rope out of his grasp then scampered around his mother. Luckily, the chestnut female was quick to reach out and nip her son on the rump; Bark squealed indignantly, the rope falling from his mouth, and Wayne quickly coiled it with a laugh. “C’mere, young’un,” the dusty-furred man said, letting out a yip that brought the foal bounding excitedly toward him. “All play and no work ain’t how we do it ’round here. If you’re so excited ’bout the rope, let’s halter train for a bit.” He managed to hold the colt still enough to slide the halter on him, leading him along. Fern snorted in what seemed to be amusement and ambled after them. At one point the innermost ring of the racetrack came into view, and Wayne spotted two large specimens there: the black-splashed white stallion and the large wolf that was his owner. He smiled and clicked his tongue for Bark to come along faster, making his way toward them, the thud of hooves announcing their arrival. The cowboy untied the lead then nudged the colt along, muttering that he was let off easy today; the foal returned to his mother, allowing the Rispetto to give his alpha his sole attention. Other than celebrations and aiding in greeting potential joiners at the borders, he hadn’t interacted much with the leaders. He knew that, along with being more social toward the rest of the pack, he needed to fix this if he was going to make the most of what Casa di Cavalieri offered.
“Howdy, Jazper,” the wolfdog called, wandering over to the fencing and leaning against it as well, arms crossed and cowboy hat tipped. Brown eyes followed the movements of the massive stallion galloping around in his corral. “He’s a right gorgeous horse,” he murmured appreciatively, in quiet awe of the grace with which the giant beast moved. “You’re a lucky man.” He flashed the Sole an only slightly uncertain grin, having heard gossip from Dixie that the tall man wasn’t so fond of the equines. At least, he wouldn’t have went out of his way to obtain the magnificent creature prancing about the ring. Image courtesy of UmbraDeNoapte-Stock <style>.GR2_Wayne p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .GR2_Wayne b {font-family:verdana; color:#25363d; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .GR2_Wayne {background-color:#92a18d; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img860.imageshack.us/img860/1934/way2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 220px 0px;border:0px solid #0000000;-webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 18px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 18px; border-bottom-right-radius: 18px; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .GR2_Wayne .inner {margin:0 10px; background-image:url(http://img857.imageshack.us/img857/4346/21bn0ba.png); border-radius:10px; border:2px solid #1b2830; } .GR2_Wayne .bottom {color:#17212d; text-align:right; font-family:Germania One; font-size:14px; text-shadow:#777c68 1px 1px 1px; line-height:20px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; } .GR2_Wayne .top {background-image:url(http://img815.imageshack.us/img815/5438/way3.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:200px 0px 0px 0px; } .GR2_Wayne .name {text-align:Left; font-family:Macondo; font-size:60px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:35px;} .GR2_Wayne .ooc {text-align:right; font-family:verdana; color:#000000; font-size:9px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; padding:0px 15px 0px 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> - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 02-26-2012 [html] OOC: Word Count +300
His attention was fully captivated by the large horse who trotted around the inside ring. The Knight watched, trying to pick out some sort of personality traits from the beast that would help him learn to get along with it. Although he knew next to nothing about horses, besides that they could be used for carrying and pulling things, Jazper wanted to make sure he was safe and well kept care of by Wayne and Dixie. The creature seemed to carry a mixed feeling of elegance and wildness, still being not fully trained. It was entirely possible that Wayne or Dixie had managed to get it saddled up and even ridden on it but there was an edge to the horse that Jazper noted in wild herds. .jzprmirror b {font-weight:bold; color:#998328; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .jzprmirror p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .jzprmirror {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#0f1123; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xgChm.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 350px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5d6183; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .jzprmirror .wordcount {color:#998328; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #5d6183; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .jzprmirror .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; color:#998328;} </style>[/html] - Wayne McCoy - 03-02-2012 [html] <style>@import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Macondo); @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Germania+One);</style>Wayne McCoy I was a young troubadour, when I rode in on a song
Word Count :: 419 Didn't see this had been replied to! :o
A smile lightened the alpha’s dark features at the approach of the cowboy, and Wayne chuckled in turn at the other’s remark about the horse. Jazper wasn’t the most passionate about the creatures, though disinterest was fine with the Labrador so long as it didn’t fall into resentment. Not everyone was taken with the magnificent beasts; the old instincts of predator and prey were difficult to suppress for some, and the notion of riding something they might hunt was ridiculous to the more feral. Truly, part of the greyish man’s ease with the equines likely came from his domesticated dog blood, though he didn’t see this as bad. “Your son has fine taste,” the southern man joked. “Does the stallion have a name?” The easiness with which he spoke was not characteristic of the reticent wolfdog, but horses were a conversation topic that was sure to draw him out of his shell. He could talk for days about the beasts under his care. He also knew that he needed to prove himself to the yellow-eyed Sole, to show that his presence was more than that of a laborer in the background. It was stepping out of his comfort zone to work so hard at rising from his roots and embrace this change in lifestyle that was a pack, but he knew that it was his time to grow up. He wasn’t a smitten yearling shyly meandering after his crush through the country anymore. He nodded thoughtfully as he spoke of the horse’s relation to his son’s. If the brown creature was as powerfully built as the paint, both would sire good offspring. Spring would come soon, and thoughts of a herd of foals galloping through the open territory outside the fort filled him with warmth. He just might turn Casa di Cavalieri into a ranch yet, if left unchecked.
“You plan to ride him, work with him?” Wayne asked, his tone falling from amused and easygoing to serious and contemplative. He doubted that Jazper would want a deadweight horse in the pack, and indeed the beast could become unsociable and potentially bored if left completely to its own devices. It would be nice to know what Jazper wanted, so he could help train the creature; who knew what its life had been like before Freetown. His brown eyes turned to his leader as he shifted his weight, still leaning on the fence. In the background, Fern pranced around her growing son and invited him into a game of chase. I'll be an old troubadour, when I'm gone Image courtesy of UmbraDeNoapte-Stock <style>.GR2_Wayne p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .GR2_Wayne b {font-family:verdana; color:#25363d; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .GR2_Wayne {background-color:#92a18d; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img860.imageshack.us/img860/1934/way2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 220px 0px;border:0px solid #0000000;-webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 18px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 18px; border-bottom-right-radius: 18px; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .GR2_Wayne .inner {margin:0 10px; background-image:url(http://img857.imageshack.us/img857/4346/21bn0ba.png); border-radius:10px; border:2px solid #1b2830; } .GR2_Wayne .bottom {color:#17212d; text-align:right; font-family:Germania One; font-size:14px; text-shadow:#777c68 1px 1px 1px; line-height:20px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; } .GR2_Wayne .top {background-image:url(http://img815.imageshack.us/img815/5438/way3.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:200px 0px 0px 0px; } .GR2_Wayne .name {text-align:Left; font-family:Macondo; font-size:60px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:35px;} .GR2_Wayne .ooc {text-align:right; font-family:verdana; color:#000000; font-size:9px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; padding:0px 15px 0px 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> - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 04-08-2012 [html] OOC: Word Count: +500
He had been thinking of a name for the Stallion, knowing that horses normally had names thanks to conversations with Wayne and Dixie but he had been at a loss, almost telling the horse lovers to think of a name for him. However, the horse had been a gift from Tony, and regardless of if he liked it or not Jazper was a gentleman and would not take a gift from his son for granted. It amazed him regularly how his children had grown in the past year. Fia now had Gunnar and it looked as though Enzo was smitten with Juliet, the artisan he had saved. He wondered if Tony would find someone, there was not much choice for young ladies within Casa, especially not the damsel’s in distress that the Knight’s often seemed to fall for. He worried that with age his pups would break away from him and Casa to find their own way, and that simple thought drove him to appreciate the stallion before him. .jzprmirror b {font-weight:bold; color:#998328; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .jzprmirror p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .jzprmirror {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#0f1123; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xgChm.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 350px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5d6183; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .jzprmirror .wordcount {color:#998328; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #5d6183; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .jzprmirror .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; color:#998328;} </style>[/html] |