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- Anatole Aston - 03-03-2012 [html]
He had left AniWaya in the early hours of the morning, and traveled at a steady pace. While taking a horse might have saved him some energy, Anatole did not intend to push the pregnant mare too hard. It served his role as a scout better to go on four legs as well, for this enabled him to find subtle markers and trails that would better identify the route. Some places he recalled, but after four hours he was far enough north to be without clear markers. Still, he had a destination in mind and while the landscape was somewhat unknown, his general direction was clear. It was nearly dark by the time he found their borders. The scent perforated the area, a salty-thing mingled with wood and horse. He snorted at it, slowed to a half, and peered ahead. Buildings loomed in the distance, but he had little concern for the human-made place. Settling back onto his haunches the dark wolf tilted his head back and let out a howl, requesting attention from a member. Though his tone was note urgent, it was sharper than one of simple friendly greeting. #anatole-sun { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #anatole-sun p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #anatole-sun p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #anatole-sun .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #anatole-sun .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #anatole-sun b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #anatole-sun u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #anatole-sun b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 03-03-2012 [html] OOC Of course he can stay the night! You can assume he stayed in the Courthouse. / +500
The sole stared at the white stallion who lazily wandered around by the gates of Fort Kingsbury. Jazper had instructed Wayne to prepare the horse for riding. Although he knew most luperci preferred to ride the beasts bear back, with no reins, the Knight was still a beginner in this game and so the Lab mix had set the stallion up with the reins and saddle. It was Jazper’s guess that Wayne just was happy to see him express a want to ride the thing. He had finally come up with a name for the beast, Vito. It was a word he had read in some of his books but had never quite understood. Still, the name had a good ring to it and when said properly seemed almost Italian. .jazz-m b {font-weight:bold; color:#85642c; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .jazz-m p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jazz-m {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#463722; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/2YxJs.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 285px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#867756; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jazz-m p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jazz-m p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Anatole Aston - 03-04-2012 [html]
While he panted to cool his body, Anatole was a man in shape and did not take long to regain his breath. The journey had been a long one, certainly, but he was a true wolf after all the wolves that had come before him. His size was the only change, but it was based upon parents who had grown large with wisdom and skill. He closed his mouth at the sight of an approaching horse, ears rising as he lifted his head to look upon the rider. A massive man, dark but wearing odd looking clothing, neared his position. Anatole dipped his head as a sign of respect to the alpha, but lifted it quickly. While he did not look the man directly in his eyes, he did not shy away from his face. It was not disrespectful, but he knew from his position it would be hard for him to be understood from so low on the ground. Instinct would now allow him to shift forms before the man, but he wished he had so as to make conversation easier. “I apologize for the hour,” he began, though he had truly made a fair time in coming so far. “My name is Anatole Aston, and I serve as a scout within the Tribe. I came to tell you that one of your members has found his way to our home; a man named Hadley. I suspect you may wish for his return,” the wolf added, unsure of if they knew of the absentee member. #anatole-sun { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #anatole-sun p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #anatole-sun p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #anatole-sun .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #anatole-sun .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #anatole-sun b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #anatole-sun u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #anatole-sun b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |