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- Amy Sunders - 03-17-2012 [html] OOC amy's got some herbs and stuff especially to help with pregnancies and some companions. feel free to drive her off, but don't expect her to be polite! Word Count → 000 Amy lead her wagon to the border of the pack. She'd stopped here once before, needing directions on how to get back on track after Raoth got them hopelessly lost while she slept in the wagon. That time had passed though, and Amy was back with confidence, ready to trade. She had all kinds of things that canines would find useful in the spring, with pups coming and the prey growing stronger. It would definitely bring in a bountiful trade as she went along, ready to help.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Insomnia - 03-17-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 She had woken up that morning with the intent of running around in the sun. She wanted to look at the leaves in the trees as she walked along, and feel the heat on her body, and listen to everything as it transformed from the winter wonderland that she had come home to. Although she had seen all of this from the time she had been born, it was always different, every year, looking through the eyes of a wolf one year older than she had been before. Looking at everything when she was a little older meant that she could see everything in a more serious light than she had seen it in before. Maybe find something else that she kept missing. .insnow b {font-weight:bold; color:#3a595f; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;} .insnow p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .insnow {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#b2c7cc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZZREG.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #3a595f; border-radius:5px; padding:415px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:#708f97; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Zalen Damaichu - 03-17-2012 [html] *troll face* Zalen is in Secui
Zalen had been scouting the borders, but not so fervently that he couldn’t enjoy the beautiful sunshine that was gracing the earth this day. In fact, he was being very lazy with his duties, hardly scent marking at all but instead walking lazily about, tongue lolling out of his face giving him a somewhat comical look. He was in a great mood, it seemed spring was finally here, and he was more than welcoming of it. Plus, now that Titania was maturing to full adulthood, he felt that there was a growing tension between them, but a positive one, as anticipation of possible offspring mounted. He knew Insomnia was nearby, he could smell her on the wind, though he did not think to go and interact with her just yet until he heard a very odd howl. It did not sound like a wolf, at least, not completely and it perked his ears. It was nearby, on the borders, and so he made his way there, but as leisurely as before. Every once in a while he felt as if he could see a dark shape moving through the trees nearly a mile in front of him, and he believed this was Insomnia. It seemed as if the call had alerted her as well. It did not take him long to sense the scent of the caller, and it smelled distinctly of another pack, and one he did not recognize. That, plus there was the scent of horses, and other things. Zalen hurried his pace then, a strange gnawing worry suddenly coming upon him. Finally, the individual came into view. It was a Luperci dog woman, with a cart and horses. Zalen became nervous; who was this woman and what was she doing calling upon their borders? Insomnia was already there, speaking to her, though he was still too far to hear what was being said. Then, suddenly, Zalen noticed another figure, behind the cart; it was a young coyote male, scarred up and looking extremely frightened. Zalen could nearly smell his fear on the wind; and was he tied to the cart? Zalen’s eyes widened; he was a slave! The ebony Alpha’s quick pace turned into a sprint until he was upon them, and with hackles raised and teeth bared he stepped between Insomnia and the dog woman; Leave. Was all he said. #394
<style>#jn-zalen01 {width:500px; margin:0px auto;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;} #jn-zalen01.ooc {text-align:right;font-size:11px;padding:0px;} #jn-zalen01.table {background-color:#ffffff;border:1px solid #aaaaaa;outline:1px solid #000000;color:#555555;text-align:justify;font-size:13px;padding:5px 0px 180px 0px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6jRYX.png);background-position:bottom left;background-repeat:no-repeat;line-height:15px;letter-spacing:-1px;word-spacing:1px;} #jn-zalen01.table p {text-indent:40px;padding:5px 15px 0px;} #jn-zalen01.table p:first-letter {font-size:23px;font-weight:normal;color:#b3b86d;font-family: 'Yellowtail', cursive;text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #555555;} #jn-zalen01.table p:first-line {font-size:14px;font-weight:normal;color:#b3b86d;} #jn-zalen01.table b {color:#749631;letter-spacing:.5px;word-spacing:1px;text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #aaaaaa;} #jn-zalen01.table b:before {content:open-quote;} #jn-zalen01.table b:after {content:close-quote;} #jn-zalen01.words {font-size:10px;text-align:right;padding:0px;} </style> [/html] - Amy Sunders - 03-17-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Amy looked over to see who answered her call. Great, it was that idiot who had given her directions the last time she was here. Amy was in no mood to deal with her stupidity. The wolf had been so dark last time, extremely unwelcoming. Just being near the wolf again had Amy tempted to strangle the wolf and actually take the pelt as her own. It could make a nice cloak. Anything would be better than having to deal with the blasted dark chatter again. The wolf was chipper this time, Amy staring in disbelief. Maybe it was a sister or something. No, the scent was the same. The wolf was probably just unstable or something.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Insomnia - 03-18-2012 [html] OOC here! Familiarity touched her delicate nose, bringing her ears to stand again on alert and her tail to twitch eagerly. As long a time as it was since she smelled that musk, she could never forget the face it matched. Anxiety melted away in an instant and excitement again took its place. Familiarity came to her sights and she looked at the male. "Hey Zalen" the woman called to him, already taking stride to greet him. Her tail wagged with greeting and upon her lips and delicate smile, matured from the over optimistic grin she'd once possessed. Than she looked back at Amy and than Zalen. He was angry, why? She was just hear to trade right? She shook her head and lowered herself to the ground. .beachsom .ooc {font-style:italic; } .beachsom p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .beachsom b {color:#00BFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .beachsom {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... pwvi-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto; border-radius:50px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; } .beachsom .inner {margin:75px 10px 15px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #000000; height:225px; overflow:auto;} </style>[/html] - Zalen Damaichu - 03-18-2012 [html] He no messing around
Zalen’s ear twitched momentarily towards Insomnia as she greeted him, though his green eyes never left those of the bitch before him. Insomnia was one of the most naïve, innocent girls in New Dawn, and Zalen hoped that this show wouldn’t frighten her too much. But this woman, she was everything that Zalen loathed about the Luperci; a non-wolf, a trader of human goods, a keeper of livestock, and a slave-owner; he would not have her within smelling distance of New Dawn and he was going to make that quite clear. Though the woman did back her cart off several feet, she did not just turn and leave as he had requested, much to his dismay. His black lips drew back even further then, from a warning to a full out threat as she asked haughtily why he was so harsh in his greeting, I will not speak with you. You will leave, NOW! And he took several strides towards the horse before him, readying to snap at its legs to send it running. His eyes flitted then to the back of the cart again, where the slave was being kept, and his heart burned with anger and sorrow. Coyote or not, no living creature deserved that fate. #208
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