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- Anon - 02-18-2012 [html] Out of Character
Word Count; 676 In my own mindset now. In Character
Anon let out a heavy sigh as she dragged her sleep deprived body from her hard bed. These near sleepless nights due to nightmares were just killing her and she was about ready to rip the hair from her head, or at least what little was there. Grumbling she stumbled about her small den and gathered her things for the day. It wasn't much, as she didn't have places to really carry things, wearing clothes was not really her fondest idea and a belt seemed ridiculous without pants. She let out a loud yawn and stretched, arching her back, finishing with a shake from head to toe. Anon, when tired and careless, was heavy footed and didn't make sure to keep silent as she moved, unless her life was on the line. She highly doubted that was the case in the caves of Anathema. Of course unless some grumpy punk was sleeping and decided to complain about her stumbling about in the caves towards the common room. She figured she would sit there a bit and wake up before heading to do whatever she felt needed to be done that day. Finding a spot to relax until her mind settled was easy enough, not many hung out in the common room, as they busied themselves with daily duties. The she-wolf had not entirely decided what direction she was going to go with the pack, but spent most of her time in the stables or out exploring the borders, learning them in every which way she could. She figured that would be a good start to her day, patroling the borders, even though it wasn't really her sole duty. She still didn't feel completely welcome back in Anathema, even though you were considered blood once you shared blood with the angela. A sneer appeared on her face and she wondered where the white leader was at the moment. She hadn't really spoken to her since the rejoining the pack incident. Shrugging it off she opened her journal and began to scribble random sentences that seemed to only make sense to her. If someone was to open it and read it (although it was doubtful they would get that far if Anon had a say in it) they wouldn't understand where she was really going with things. Just notes really of things she noticed or enjoyed about the day, which wasn't much really. With a snap of thick paper on paper, the journal was closed and Anon slowly rose to her feet, letting out a big yawn and stretching each of her limps carefully before glacing around. A few members of the pack were passing through the common room, not so much as really glancing at her. Which was okay, she didn't need their attention, even if she just wanted someone to notice her one in awhile. She gathered her things quickly and headed through a tunnel towards the main entrance of the underground safety they called home. She figured walking the borders was easy enough, how often did someone actually show up when she was walking them, and she never really ran into anyone from the pack, so really no harm done. She didn't figure it was her job to patrol the borders but felt as if she was at least protecting them a bit by taking on the role. Making her way through the entrance she began the journey to the border, taking her no time at all. Lifting her snout to the air she let every scent fill her nose. It was fresh and like ecstacy to her, the freedom of it all. Sometimes being in a cave all day dampened her mood and she didn't like the feeling of being cooped up. She let the air fill her nose again, and there was just one smell, just one that was off. Glancing around with narrowed eyes, she slowly made her way, silently, to a tree, if there was something out there, she hoped luck was in her favor and they were at the border. .anontab-a1 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .anontab-a1 b {color:#c4bf94;} .anontab-a1-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .anontab-a1-header {font-family:timesnewroman, serif; color:#c4bf94; text-shadow:#f1e690 0px 0px 4px; float: left; 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:#f7f4d4; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #5e7041; font-family: timesnewroman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#5e7041; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://www.iaza.com/work/120121C/iaza14218489724900.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } </style> [/html] - Wretch D'Angelo - 02-20-2012 [html]
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Word Count; 260 sorry its so much shorter then the first!! In Character
The dark she-wolf glanced around and sniffed at the air. She could tell where the smell was coming from now that she took a moment to settle herself. Shifting down, she shook out her fur after it was done and began padding slowly to the border. She wasn't sure what was going to be waiting for her when she arrived, but it wasn't wolf scent. Her fears of bears and cougars all but passed now that she knew what the sound was. If you re going to come to our border the least you could do is not go trudging about making noise all over the place! She hissed in her mind. At the start of the day, Anon had been in a good mood, but this little event seemed to throw her off, and she was less then pleased to be out and about now. It didn't take her long to come to the border and she peered out of the treeline, looking about before placing her cool marbled orbs directly on the noise bandit. Her eyes narrowed a bit when she realized it was indeed, not a wolf, but rather a coyote. She didn't have much trust for them, seeing as they were her main problem with thievery on her travels. She huffed and stepped out, standing tall and making sure the intruder knew she was up to a fight, at any given time. "State your business for coming to Anathema, intruder." A sharp ring to her voice as she accused the small silver coyote for being there. .anontab-a1 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .anontab-a1 b {color:#c4bf94;} .anontab-a1-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .anontab-a1-header {font-family:timesnewroman, serif; color:#c4bf94; text-shadow:#f1e690 0px 0px 4px; float: left; 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:#f7f4d4; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #5e7041; font-family: timesnewroman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#5e7041; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://www.iaza.com/work/120121C/iaza14218489724900.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } </style> [/html] - Wretch D'Angelo - 03-23-2012 [html] OOC here!
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Anon grunted at the smaller females stammering and listened to her words. She claimed not to be an intruder, which in all honesty, was the truth. She had not stepped onto the territory and was waiting for someone to find her, but it still didn't excuse the fact that she was, or at least had, some coyote in her. Anon had long since lost her faith and trust in the theiving hounds, and was skeptical of anyone she met that even remotely looked like one. She couldn't help but remember the little snot she had caught trying to make off with her mare on her way back here and almost let out a snarl. She figured if that had happened the girl in front of her would have crumbled to the ground. She was at least aware of her place in this matter and didn't seem to want a challenge. At the sound of her Angela's name, her ears pricked and she narrowed her eyes. Family? She is Naniko's.. Family? A hissing noise sounded on her tongue and she took a moment to surpress a growl in her throat. She squeezed the bridge of her nose between two large fingers and flattened her ears. "Fine, you can come with me back to the caverns, but only because you are family of Naniko's." She grumbled. And I don't really feel like getting my hide handed to me on a platter for dismissing you without you seeing Naniko. Naniko was all about family and she sured hoped this little whelp was telling the truth because either way, she would get her pelt skinned. Sometimes I wake up by the door. That heart you caught must be waiting for you. Even now when we're already over. Image courtesy of Zach Dischner <style>.GR2_Anon p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .GR2_Anon b {font-family:verdana; color:#d5d9df; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .GR2_Anon {background-color:#3a4e79; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#020307; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img685.imageshack.us/img685/3929/atable23.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:350px 0px 5px 0px; border:5px solid #010104; margin:0 auto; border-radius:18px; -moz-border-radius:18px; -webkit-border-radius:18px; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .GR2_Anon .inner {margin:0 10px; background-image:url(http://img857.imageshack.us/img857/4346/21bn0ba.png); border-radius:10px; border:2px solid #010104; } .GR2_Anon .name {text-align:center; font-family:Stint Ultra Expanded; font-size:60px; text-shadow:#102015 1px 1px 1px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:33px; letter-spacing:-1px;} .GR2_Anon .lyrics {color:#edeff4; text-align:center; font-family:Fresca; font-size:11px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:1px; } .GR2_Anon .ooc {text-align:left; font-family:verdana; color:#000000; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #090c19; padding:5px 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> - Wretch D'Angelo - 03-30-2012 [html]
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