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- Arthur Monahan - 02-19-2012 [html] Any Cercatori d'Arte member is welcome to answer his call before Skye herself! c: He's along the Bay of Fundy coast, almost close to Paradise Pier. Word Count → 407 The scent of land soon whipped the at Arthur’s face as he peered out at the stretch of land that was his destination. He had been out on the water since yesterday afternoon, and it had taken him a whole day of rowing and simply drifting to float across the bay, from one ground to another. Though he was not seasick, having been born in the ocean’s grip, he might have well been; he was slightly nervous about what he was doing was a little bit too bold, making his stomach rock with the boat. Over the night, he steeled his nerves, not wanting to disappoint his parents by returning to their brine-beaten cabin from weak knees. Yet, he still was second guessing himself as he sat back down on the bench and rowed St. Ester closer to the shore. Now with the waves lulling the boat towards the land, he prepared himself to dock soon, whether it was going to be on the pack’s territory or not. He double checked the supplies he brought along with him; a burlap sack filled with clothing, blankets, and salted meats, ropes, a large, mangled tarp, and thin wire for snares, and the boat itself. Everything was in check, and now that he was close enough to the land to be heard by the pack, it was now or never. But, Monahan sat there for a few more minutes, fiddling his with fiery mane to backtrack the inevitable. Sure, he acted brave in front of mother and father, but he was still a timid teen at heart, facing a new world he never quiet understood before. After tying his mane up for the fourth time, his heart became a small hummingbird as he stood up, facing towards the beach. “Come on, you bugger, you did not row across the bay for nothin’,” Arthur muttered under his breath, he slight British tongue mixing his words, and took an intake of breath. A howl echoed from the boat to the pack, its tone obvious that he sought to meet one of them. He was about thirty yards from the actually shore, but he dared not propel the vessel any closer, not wanting to seem threatening to whoever was going to greet him. Sighing with relief that he managed to howl and nervousness as to what was coming, he sat once more upon the boat’s bench, looking out silently towards the pack’s territory. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.arthur-rowboat { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4GXRM.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#9da1a2; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; color:#445154; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .arthur-rowboat b {color:#c1d5e3; } .arthur-rowboat p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .arthur-rowboat p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .arthur-rowboat .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .arthur-rowboat .wordcount {color:#c1d5e3; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #66737c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 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> [/html] - Skye Collins - 02-19-2012 [html]
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He knew they were a group of traders and artists, but he met no one that had particular knowledge of the pack, other than the general fact; not even their name was known to him at that moment. He wondered how their ways worked, what kind of members they were. He had met many kinds of people in this world, but the ocean’s horizon was endless, and Monahan knew he touched the surface of the various cultures and lifestyles that laid down deep. That fact and quiet curiosity was what driven him to step out of the nest of his parents’ care and into the world, in a small sense. Lost in thought, he was thinking of the short time in Barbados, staring into the rolling water when she came. The young man jerked upwards as detected the fresh scent of a pack member, which was almost hidden by the strong salty breeze, but nonetheless there. Now on his feet, it was easy to see the female that came to answer his call, a pale woman who similar locks like his. “Aye!” the boy yelled to signal that he heard her, as well as a moment of waving a freckled arm. “My name is Arthur Monahan, and I am wonderin’ if I can ask an honor from your pack! Mind if I dock so that we can talk, ya know, more formally?” He was sure that the older girl must have been shocked to him floating about her borders, despite not seeing her face to judge her reaction to his awkward appearance. He would be surprised if he was in her position, so he was trying to be as familiar as possible with his actions in this foreign situation. Arthur hoped that the woman would not turn him away; he did not want to return home, nor did he want to live alone in the unfamiliar territory of the east. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.arthur-rowboat { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4GXRM.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#9da1a2; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; color:#445154; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .arthur-rowboat b {color:#c1d5e3; } .arthur-rowboat p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .arthur-rowboat p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .arthur-rowboat .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .arthur-rowboat .wordcount {color:#c1d5e3; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #66737c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 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> [/html] - Skye Collins - 02-19-2012 [html]
Image courtesy of Nick-K & joeri-c <style>.GR2_Skye2 {color:#5d7980; width:500px; margin:0px auto; background-color:#dee0cb; background-image:url(http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/2959/skye21.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:150px 0px 0px 0px; border:1px solid #cfc6b6; margin:0 auto; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 18px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 18px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 18px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 18px; border-top-left-radius: 18px; border-top-right-radius: 18px; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;}td.GR2_Skye2Main {text-align:left; border:0px; background-image:url(http://img32.imageshack.us/img32/166/skye23.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 3px 190px 3px;} td.GR2_Skye2Main .inner {margin:0 10px; background-image:url(http://img857.imageshack.us/img857/4346/21bn0ba.png); border-radius:10px; border:2px solid #cfc6b6; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#888672; line-height:12px; padding:5px 0px 5px 0px} td.GR2_Skye2Main .bottom {color:#727f74; text-align:right; font-family:Cardo; font-size:12px; text-shadow:#a1a99a 1px 1px 1px; line-height:20px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; } td.GR2_Skye2Main .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; } td.GR2_Skye2Main .name {text-align:Left; font-family:Bilbo Swash Caps; font-size:80px; text-shadow:#8695b1 1px 1px 1px; padding:0px 15px 10px 15px; line-height:35px; color:#566761;} td.GR2_Skye2Main .ooc {text-align:right; font-family:verdana; color:#8b9481; font-size:9px; border-bottom:1px dotted #8695b1; 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;} td.GR2_Skye2Main p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} td.GR2_Skye2Main b {font-family:verdana; color:#566761; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Arthur Monahan - 02-19-2012 [html] Gah, I was gonna mention that in my last post, guess I forgot. >>; I would like him to start out in the Giocatore rank, the Stage tier. Word Count → 323 “Aye!” Arthur simply replied as the woman answered his request, and sat down upon the bench to row. It took him a minute of propelling the boat forward before he could push it the rest of the way. After pulling his pants legs up and rolling up his long sleeves, he skillfully leapt overboard, making a small splash, and half walked, half pushed St. Ester until it hit the sand. He then pulled it until only the receding tide touched its bottom, out of range of the threat of floating back into the bay. Wiping back his bangs for a moment with the back of his hand, he turned to the woman again with a polite smile upon his muzzle and green eye full of cheer. “As I said, miss, name’s Arthur Monahan, lived across the bay from here,” he spoke as he walked towards her, offering a pale hand for a greeting’s shake. “I heard great things of this Cercatori d’Arte, miss.” He paused his words for a moment, to think over what he was going to say next, and continued on, his accented voice surprisingly steady. “Anyway, I was wonderin’ if I can speak to your alpha. I am mighty interested in joining, ya see, and I would like to speak to them as soon as possible.” He hoped he did not sound too demanding, but he was honestly impatient yet nervous at the same time to see if could join or not, and wanted to end the suspense as soon as possible. “Aye, where are my manners?!” the Monahan suddenly jeered, his face becoming a small grimace. “I’m sorry, miss, but I forgot to ask for your name. I hope I did not offend you; probably would have shamed my parents if they were to see this, me forgetting the good manners they taught me…” he rabbled, as if chiding himself because he parents were not there to do so. 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- Arthur Monahan - 02-19-2012 [html] <3 Word Count → 348 “And I as well,” he replied, letting out an inaudible sigh of relief that it seemed all was smooth sailing from there. He blinked as he came to realize that she was the leader herself, and could not help but to mentally slap himself, though his polite smile stayed upon his face. “Ah, then miss Skye Collins, it is an even greater pleasure to meet you.” With that, he gave a small bow to the woman, and quickly pulled himself back up. He then became a little shy, hoping he was not over doing things. Back where they lived, his parents were expected to be extremely kind, for only then good relationships would blossom. Though he was acting the same, Arthur could not help but feel he was being a little too zealous. “I see, a boat?” he repeated to himself in a hushed tone, wondering what kind of vessel it could be. He saw a good amount of sea-worthy contraptions, and wondered if their craft was something he had never seen before. Before his the seadog part of him could wonder too far, Monahan was brought back to the present, and listened attentively to Skye’s words. “Not to be braggin’, but I’d like to think I’m a good storyteller, whether it be through singin’ or just simple talkin’. I can also read, not so much of the writin’ though… And, like you said, I’m experienced with anything sea-farinin’, and not too shabby a fisher. A passerby that stayed at my parent’s and I’s home told us about this pack… Not much to lead on, though, just sayin’ that your purpose was for tradin’ and the arts…” He trailed off, and again became shy as he spoke, “And, to be honest, I wanted to join when I was a younger lad, full of ideas of adventures and faraway lands and whatnot. Now that I am old enough, my parents allow me to come, though they decided to stay behind.” Bless their souls, he thought, wondering how they were doing so far now that their youngest son had left. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.arthur-rowboat { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4GXRM.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#9da1a2; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; color:#445154; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .arthur-rowboat b {color:#c1d5e3; } .arthur-rowboat p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .arthur-rowboat p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .arthur-rowboat .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .arthur-rowboat .wordcount {color:#c1d5e3; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #66737c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 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> [/html] |