Watching the Ships Roll In - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: Watching the Ships Roll In (/showthread.php?tid=25359) |
- Oak - 02-17-2012 [html] aw, for the cda contest. [/html] - Bambi Lafron - 02-18-2012 [html] Bambi Lafron
Word Count → 300 :: Table ©Raze
The male had approached the borders with uttermost respect. Bambi bowed, offering out her hand for a touch of approval. She didn't hold that position for a long while, fearing that he would take it the wrong way. "Hello, I am Bambi." She said in her whispered tone. "What brings you to Cercatori d'Arte today?" <style type="text/css"> .dockriverwide b {font-weight:bold; color:#c3592a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 1px;} .dockriverwide p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:right; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 30px;} .dockriverwide p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .dockriverwide .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#c3592a; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 1px;} .dockriverwide p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .dockriverwide {width:90%; margin:0 auto; max-width:700px; min-width:500px; background-color:#1b2a1a; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/2j4oozk.jpg); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:300px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#b4bda4; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .dockriverwide .name {color:#c3592a; font-size:50px; font-family: 'Rancho'; text-align:right; text-indent:25px; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 4px; padding:5px 30px;} </style> [/html] - Oak - 02-20-2012 [html]Thanks for joining! [/html] - Bambi Lafron - 02-23-2012 [html] Bambi Lafron
Word Count → 300 :: Table ©Raze
Bambi couldn't help but giggle when the boy named Oak shook her hand instead of just giving it an approval touch. She gave the wolf a toothy grin, demonstrating that she was laughing at more the silly seeming gesture he made rather than at him in general. He had a young looking face, but was quite large. In fact, most likely larger than the dog herself. His fur was a mush of beautiful browns and tans- Making it look almost as if he had recently rolled in mud. But the different shades were weighed out so perfectly that it would still appear gorgeous even if that had been the case. For a dog that was part of the pack that was currently being visited, she probably knew less about it then most of the strangers that stopped over. "Well.. We're a peaceful pack, and accept talents of all kinds. For livestock we have horses, lots of chickens, sheep, cows, goats.. And I've been raising a few bunnies." She paused, raising her eyes up to meet the male's. "You guys have those too, don't you?" Asked Bambi, trying her best not to sound completely clueless.. Though she wasn't sure if she succeeded. The deer-named dog thought back to the meeting that had occurred not to long ago, attempting to think of any more interesting information she could give to the male. "Oh!" She said, touching her palms together excitedly. "We've got a boat! Right near Flander's field.. Wanna see?" <style type="text/css"> .dockriverwide b {font-weight:bold; color:#c3592a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 1px;} .dockriverwide p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:right; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 30px;} .dockriverwide p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .dockriverwide .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#c3592a; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 1px;} .dockriverwide p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .dockriverwide {width:90%; margin:0 auto; max-width:700px; min-width:500px; background-color:#1b2a1a; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/2j4oozk.jpg); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:300px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#b4bda4; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .dockriverwide .name {color:#c3592a; font-size:50px; font-family: 'Rancho'; text-align:right; text-indent:25px; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 4px; padding:5px 30px;} </style> [/html] - Oak - 02-28-2012 [html] [/html] - Bambi Lafron - 03-02-2012 [html] Bambi Lafron
Word Count → 300+ . 3 points :: Table ©Raze "Llamas.. They spit on you, right?" She said, wrinkling up her nose. She could deal with many things that others may find revolting or impossible; blood, torture, vomit, and so on and so forth. But when it came to things like the spit of other animals and such, she just couldn't deal. On the farm at her camp, they had these large, overgrown rabbit looking things- which she assumed to be 'llamas'. But with much shorter ears. She didn't like them much- Since all they really seemed to do was eat, spit, and poop. She couldn't think of why a pack would volunteerly keep them around, "If I'm remembering correctly, I think they took their wool. Or fur. Whatever it is on them." She hoped that she had never eaten one before. She wasn't normally picky about what she chowed down on, but every time she had been forced to visit the overgrown rabbits- They were doing something disgusting. "Well, I don't mean to disturb you two, but I don't want to go." Nana said. Bambi rolled her eyes, used to the ever changing mood of her companion. "Alright." She said, placing the cat on the ground. Old Nana looked back at her, flicking her tail, then taking off at the fastest pace her old body would allow. To avoid an awkward moment, she covered up her feline mother's rude behavior by talking again. "So, how long are you going to be here? I mean.. At CdA. Where are you staying?" She rushed out the words all to quickly, causing her to stumble over them. She looked at the ground, drilling a hole into it with frustrated eyes. "Sorry. I'm not good at talking.. See, that cat, Nana,"Bambi jerked her head to the direction her friend had run off into to specify. "Usually does it for me.." She straightened up, looking around then taking off towards the direction of Flander's field- Checking back every few seconds to ensure he was following. <style type="text/css"> .dockriverwide b {font-weight:bold; color:#c3592a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 1px;} .dockriverwide p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:right; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 30px;} .dockriverwide p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .dockriverwide .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#c3592a; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 1px;} .dockriverwide p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .dockriverwide {width:90%; margin:0 auto; max-width:700px; min-width:500px; background-color:#1b2a1a; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/2j4oozk.jpg); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:300px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#b4bda4; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .dockriverwide .name {color:#c3592a; font-size:50px; font-family: 'Rancho'; text-align:right; text-indent:25px; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 4px; padding:5px 30px;} </style> [/html] - Oak - 03-02-2012 [html] [/html] - Bambi Lafron - 03-02-2012 [html] Bambi Lafron
Word Count → 300+ . 3 points. :: Table ©Raze. Aw, what a socially awkward little Bambi.. "That's smart. But unfortunately for me, being a slave didn't give me that luxury." She stated it sort of matter-of-fact, but there was a smile in her tone. She didn't find herself minding Oak's company all that much. She couldn't be sure if she liked him because of his beauty, of his gentle nature. Either way, the voice in the back of her mind was beginning to whisper that she should shut down.. That if she continued on, she may end up getting hurt. Bambi looked at the tree named boy, smiling softly and bringing her hand up to her face. She curled her fingers together, her cheeks showing a tint of a blush. In all her time in the slave camp, she never found herself interested in the company of the males. Most of them were rude, and claimed that in her being a female, she 'owed' them sexual favors. Of course if they were caught they would both be brutally beaten and sentenced to double the work of the others.. Yet the men still tried. The dog shook her head, trying to fling the thoughts off as she would drops of water. "I-I think you're just trying to be nice." She tried to say this casually, as if she didn't care. But it wasn't often that others would even say things just to save her embarrassment, so she was slightly flattered anyways. After allowing her mind to go back to the males who inhabited her old camp, she had trouble trusting Oak as much. Some part of her believed that he was good.. But the other sections thought that he was the same as the others, just better at hiding his true nature. After enabling herself to think on it for a few more moments, she decided to give him a chance. She found it wasn't all that fair to judge him by others' previous mistakes. "You.. You could stay with me if you wanted. I live right by the stables, because I occasionally visit the animals." She ignored the fact that she had repeated the word 'you' twice, trying to be more patient with her odd speaking patterns. "And there is no llamas in them, either!" She turned to face the wolf that had just caught up to her, smiling at him. - Oak - 03-05-2012 [html] [/html] - Bambi Lafron - 03-14-2012 [html] Bambi Lafron
Word Count → 300+ . 3 points. :: Table ©Raze. Sorry for the wait! "No, of course not!" Bambi couldn't help but giggle, even with his worried sounding tone. She couldn't imagine Skye, or any of the members of CdA, harboring slaves. The shy dog was even at this point unaware that Salsola had them. These lands had dangerous things in them, but they were much more peaceful then where she originally resided from. A few times while hunting for her master she had wandered to far and ended up face to face with another slave camp's vicious guardian. So she figured that if CdA didn't have slaves, neither would the packs around them. "And my mother taught me not to talk," She said, countering his statement. Her voice wasn't harsh, but had a tad bit of mischief added in to her hushed words. She was going against her own mother in speaking to him, so why would his mother's lessons stop him from fibbing towards her? "but every one breaks the rules some times, eh?" Bambi stopped walking when she caught sight of the boat not to far away. "Do you think the water is only blue because of the sky reflecting off of it?" She asked, now moving towards the wooden ship again. Her own curious nature was showing now. She often voiced questions out loud when she was studying things, but normally wasn't accompanied. "I don't know if they're all this overly friendly.. Haven't met all of them. I just rejoined recently." The Lafron was close enough to the boat now to touch it. She leaned against it, crossing her arms across her chest. "What do you-" Her sentence was interrupted by a splash of water which she recognized to be caused by her. A whine left her maw as she hit the ground, the shallow aqua not doing much to soften her fall. She didn't really know what she had tripped on, but found her pained rump to be more the source of her attention. "Ow," She said, not bothering to get up from the ground. The surprised overwrote the pain, and she found herself to be more embarrassed than anything. She wasn't good at being social, and her awkwardness was showing now more then ever. "I meant.. What do you think about it? The boat, not my graceful fall.."
Oak was relieved to know that the pack did not have slaves. It was a tragedy that anyone would be held against his or her will, culture or not. She countered with a small bit about her own mother, tone teasing or joking. Oak smiled, he and his brothers would be the only one that knew of his mother’s persistence on the honesty matter and there was nothing that he would lie to her about. Your should break the rules more often, with such a beautiful voice. Oak complimented. They could both be lighthearted, teasing and mischievous.
Word Count → 200+ . 0 points. :: Table ©Raze. Sorry for the wait! "Yet it barely works anymore," She replied from the ground, referring to the comment Oak made about her voice. She didn't find it pretty- Much less beautiful. But then again, she hardly found anything about herself attractive. Maybe the young Aussie was good looking once upon a time. But the things she had been forced to do in her camp had made her an ugly person on the inside. Now, whenever she looked in the water, or walked past anything that would show her a glimpse of herself- That's all she could see. Worn and bloody, all the people she couldn't save. The ones that didn't get out. She touched her creamy coloured pawpads touching his, using it to pull herself up. They were inches away from each other, and she bumped her nose against his playfully. He was easy to be around- Non threatening. Breaking the moment, she stepped back away from him. The girl ran her fingers through her hair, her long claws working nicely as a comb. She braided her silver hair in to a long, thick braid. "See.. Now this is something to be considered beautiful." lilted the dog, gesturing towards the boat. She gripped her deer skin loin-cloth, wringing out some of the water it had absorbed.
Her temperament seemed to turn from unconfident to playful and silly in a moment’s turn. Oak said nothing when she commented on her vocals, unsure of what was left to say to encourage the smaller canine. But then when they stood close together she touched his nose as if she wasn’t unsure of anything at all. The Dreamer looked on with a smile, trying to untangle the mixed messages in his mind.
Word Count → 300+ . 3 points. :: Yes, I most definitely did use the word 'tootsies' to replace feet. The canine patted the side of the boat, just as one would do to a horse. She could feel that it was sturdy, but by the sound, assumed that the bottom part could hold things. The noise that it gave off made it sound hollow.. "But what would they carry down there?" She wondered. Then her mind thought of all the precious cargo they could get from other areas. She walked a bit away from Oak and the boat, using the distant space to shake off particles of water without wetting any one else. She was sure the boat may not really 'mind' getting wet, for that's what it was made for. But she thought it may be rude to shake off water on to the Dreamer boy, "Plus.. Think I teased him enough for today." With this thought came a question, would she ever see him again? He was part of a different pack.. One that could be miles away. Something in her mind whispered that she wished to see him again. "Maybe I'll just have to go visit him," Bambi strolled back over to the sir, thinking about his question. It would be a great experience, since she had never ridden a boat before. "I'm not sure.." The ship seemed sturdy enough, but water could get rough. "I kinda like having both feet on the ground." She said, wiggling her toes in the sand. She couldn't quite feel it like a human's tootsie's would, but it still felt nice. They had run out of things to really talk about. He had asked about her pack, and this is what she had shown him. A nice representation of the group's union and creative skills, but now the air was empty. "Oak? She whispered in her hushed voice. It was the first time she had really spoken his name aloud but.. Even in her choppy way of speaking, it still had a certain beauty about it. "Where is your pack? Distance." She could probably sniff it out on her own later on, but didn't want to risk getting lost. Additionally, she liked to know how far away something was before making plans to set out after it. "Could come see you some time..? I mean, if you don't mind." She said, toying with her ear nervously. <style type="text/css">
His imagination swelled like the tides the great ship would ride upon. He pictured what it would be like to stand on the rocking surface of the boat, to man the sail or swab the deck. Oak thought of Bambi, the gentle creature as she did the same. She replied, and he could relate to her words greatly. The Dreamer nodded, Me too giving her a wink as he spoke. He was not one for horses, and that was all he could compare riding on a ship to. Not using his legs just simply seemed odd, and unstable. Seasickness was not something Oak had ever experienced but he would quickly find out that he was the perfect candidate for leaning over the side of the ship and emptying his gut.
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