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- Wretch D'Angelo - 04-02-2012 [html]
.wretch-02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#82a75d; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #3a5a19; } .wretch-02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .wretch-02 {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#6e8755; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/PZAwW.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 310px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .wretch-02 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .wretch-02 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Rivers Skyeward - 04-02-2012 [html] Word Count :: 495 A lot longer than I thought. And Rivers is in Optime as well. ^^
Rivers never intended to return to the oh-so-familiar lands at first, but after a bit of wandering, it eventually led to coming "home." He had lived a solitary life here for a few months, learned to love and savor the taste of rabbit, ready himself for even greater dangers than just those the environment provided. Oh, and he almost died there, too, but hey, it did come with a benefit: he now saw the world with a new set of eyes. Two different colored eyes, but nonetheless, eyes seeking the attention of survival, and perhaps the companionship of others as well. At the moment, Rivers was relaxing by the shore, but rather near the rougher stretch than the calmer one, as he settled for more intense waters. He had taken a dip just a few seconds before, made obvious by the water dripping from his fur and nose, and sighed. He felt a content smile pull at his lips. It seemed as though all was good: he had a pack, he had a chance if survival, and, most importantly, he had a nice beach to visit anytime the urge to return to the water struck him. Sure, there were streams and such back at Anathema, but this beach held more value to him, as he used to come by every day and swim when he used to reside there. With another deep breath, Rivers let his eyes wander up to the clouds above. However, his seemingly perfect day was soon cut short by that horrid screeching sound. Instantaneously his head jerked toward the noise, and curiosity took over him. Rising to his feet, Rivers started toward the source, and blinked as he saw a figure dart across his path: though it was a bit too far away to tell, the Luperci male came to the conclusion it was a she-wolf. And by the looks of it, she was chasing someone. Cautiously following from afar, Rivers let his curious musings lead him after the two. He heard a few words being spoken, and soon stopped as he saw her: a silver coated wolfess, standing her ground in front of another canine of mixed origins. He was apparently unnoticed by them, and after assuming the mixed canine had wronged the she-wolf in some way, decided to take action. "Da-yum, kids today..." he muttered under his breath. The darker canine started rushing toward the wolfess. Taking this as his cue, Rivers also ran over to her, but with a different purpose in mind: rather than attacking her, he was going to save her hide. Rivers swiftly let his right foot plant firmly into the ground as an anchor, and lashed out his hand to the she-wolf's arm in an attempt to pull her out of the way. If he failed in doing so, though, it would probably cost the girl some bones or a few scars to be embedded on her body. Image courtesy of miez! <style>.WidGrkRiver p {padding:0px 1px 5px 1px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .WidGrkRiver b {font-family:verdana; color:#343b22; margin:5px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#16190f 1px 1px 2px;} .WidGrkRiver {background-color:#d3c968; font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:#060404; line-height:12px; width:70%; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/8259/rivere.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:395px 0px 5px 0px; border:5px solid #060404; margin:0 auto; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 30px;-webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;-moz-border-radius-topright: 30px;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px;border-top-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .WidGrkRiver .inner {margin:0 18px; border-radius:0px; border:0px ; } .WidGrkRiver .name {text-align:center; font-family:Metamorphous; font-size:50px; text-shadow:#102015 1px 1px 1px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:35px; letter-spacing:1px;} .WidGrkRiver .lyrics {color:#000000; text-align:center; font-family:Alegreya SC; font-size:11px; padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; line-height:10px; } .WidGrkRiver .ooc {text-align:RIGHT; font-family:verdana; color:#102015; font-size:9px; padding:1px 18px 0px 18px; border-top:2px dotted #000000; } 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 - 04-03-2012 [html]
.wretch-02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#82a75d; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #3a5a19; } .wretch-02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .wretch-02 {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#6e8755; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/PZAwW.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 310px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .wretch-02 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .wretch-02 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Rivers Skyeward - 04-03-2012 [html] Word Count :: 549 I hope it's alright if I just played the mixed one by myself for now >> Rivers saw the she-wolf run off in hot pursuit of the Luperci she was chasing earlier, and turned his attention to the other canine that almost stabbed through her chest. "Whatever happened to bein' civil 'round here?" he mused aloud as the beast before him growled in anger, and a hint of disgust. Weapon still drawn, he started to rush at Rivers, his knife pulled back to slash him through his chest. Rivers, who was not as experienced with fighting as he had hoped, narrowed his eyes and took a few steps to meet him, but managed to side-step out of his way before the blade connected with his skin. He even succeeded in slapping his hand at the knife, making it fall to the ground. The mixed mutt, however, jerked his head around to face him, and chomped his lethal fangs at Rivers' arm, slashing his own arm at the man's chest in an attempt to finish this fight sooner than he now bargained for. Rivers, however, had other plans. Pulling his arm out of the way and backing up at the last possible moment, sharp teeth and claws slashed at the thin air in front of him, missing the target. Narrowing his eyes for a split second, Rivers swung his foot at the other canine's legs, felling him, and remembered the knife on the dirt. With a swift motion, he grabbed the knife as the other Luperci scrambled to his feet, and without a second guess, stabbed the knife through the canine's chest. The canine howled in pain, stumbling to the ground again, and clenched his teeth with a paw over his heart. Panting slightly, Rivers stood over his limp body for a brief moment, then leaned down by him, the knife at hand. "... I guess that's what karma gets ya," he murmured gravely, pushing the knife onto the mutt's throat. Slashing it along the skin and fur, he quietly slit his throat, silencing the canine for good. Rising back to his feet, Rivers rubbed the back of his neck, feeling slightly guilty he actually killed his victim rather then just leaving him near-death with his shame. A frown past over his face as his eyes closed solemnly, and he sighed. At the sound of walking nearby, though, Rivers blinked over at the source. And there she was, the silver-coated wolfess, coming back. Perhaps checking if he could actually hold his own against the mixed Luperci, perhaps to thank him for saving her. Either way, he pushed the death of the other canine out of his mind, nonchalantly stepped over his body and walked to meet the she-wolf. In his mind, the male hoped this girl would be thankful in some way for his presence, seeing as he was a reason she didn't get stabbed through the head, but he dismissed the thought, mentally scolding himself for expecting honor for just helping out. It was only because he was there, after all. 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.wretch-02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#82a75d; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #3a5a19; } .wretch-02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .wretch-02 {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#6e8755; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/PZAwW.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 310px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .wretch-02 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .wretch-02 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Rivers Skyeward - 04-03-2012 [html] Word Count :: 367
With his vision slightly impaired by the dense clouds above, Rivers squinted his eyes a bit to get a better view of the girl in front of him. He noticed how she backed away when he drew near, wavering a knife of her own. Rivers felt his eyes widen a bit at this, and he held his hands up. "Woah, now, I'm not here to hurt you," he assured her quickly, taking a step back. He wondered if this girl was just naturally wary of strangers, or perhaps she noticed the blade he was welding? Rivers himself forgot he was holding it until this point, and with an indifferent shrug to himself, slid the knife into his back pants pocket. Might as well have a weapon on hand, as he didn't currently possess one. Rivers nodded in agreement as she told him about the potential threats of the woods. "Yeah, I know first-hand..." His attention transferred over to the sparrow that had flown from the trees and by the wolfess. He gave it a smile as well, not wanting to seem rude or standoffish, and turned back to the girl, who introduced herself as Wretch... after calling his name different indirectly, no less, but he one-sidedly had to agree with her on that. It wasn't the most common name, but Rivers supposed that's what made everyone different. He hadn't heard a name like "Wretch" before, but there was a first time for everything. He looked over at her knife as she told him that she took care of the other bandit, and after looking back into her eyes, nodded, but didn't speak. Then came the question he actually had been anticipating: why did Rivers help in the first place, anyway? "I guess I couldn't just let a woman like yourself get roughed up—no, make that killed, by some son of a bitches like them," he chuckled, letting a smile come across his mouth again. "The least I could do was help you out. I couldn't just watch you get hurt." He shifted his weight to his right leg, letting his arms cross over his chest as his head tilted a bit to the left. Image courtesy of miez! <style>.WidGrkRiver p {padding:0px 1px 5px 1px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .WidGrkRiver b {font-family:verdana; color:#343b22; margin:5px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#16190f 1px 1px 2px;} .WidGrkRiver {background-color:#d3c968; font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:#060404; line-height:12px; width:70%; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/8259/rivere.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:395px 0px 5px 0px; border:5px solid #060404; margin:0 auto; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 30px;-webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;-moz-border-radius-topright: 30px;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px;border-top-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .WidGrkRiver .inner {margin:0 18px; border-radius:0px; border:0px ; } .WidGrkRiver .name {text-align:center; font-family:Metamorphous; font-size:50px; text-shadow:#102015 1px 1px 1px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:35px; letter-spacing:1px;} .WidGrkRiver .lyrics {color:#000000; text-align:center; font-family:Alegreya SC; font-size:11px; padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; line-height:10px; } .WidGrkRiver .ooc {text-align:RIGHT; font-family:verdana; color:#102015; font-size:9px; padding:1px 18px 0px 18px; border-top:2px dotted #000000; } 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 - 04-04-2012 [html]
.wretch_forest .ooc {font-style:italic; } .wretch_forest p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .wretch_forest b {color:#84ba35; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .wretch_forest {background-color:#d3eed4; background-image:url(http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/9266 ... forest.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5b8f80; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 210px 0px; } .wretch_forest-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Rivers Skyeward - 04-04-2012 [html] Word Count :: 487
Rivers remained motionless as Wretch supported herself on the tree nearest to her, a vague look of worry in his eyes for a moment. Had she been injured by one of the bandits? He followed her finger as she pointed to various scars and marks from previous fights, saying she had been in scraps before. With one glance at the freshest injury on her thigh, he immediately assumed it was the other Lupercis' doing, and frowned slightly, not aware of the true origin of the wound. He noted the defensive pitch in her voice, and decided to respect it. She seemed like the type to remain solitary, even in the midst of someone she could "trust," and Rivers wasn't about to play medic if she had it under control. He cleared his throat softly as she took a scrap of fabric from a blanket and wound it around her cut. Rivers heard her say a thank you, and his charming grin returned to his lips. "Anytime," he answered, letting his left arm fall back by his side while his right planted itself on his hip. He was going to say more, specifically about her apparent independence, but reasoned against it. Instead, he gave an understanding nod, his beam softening a bit. As she finished with her wound, Rivers had busied himself by straightening his jeans, and ran a hand through his mane in an attempt to hopelessly rid it of tangles. As Wretch asked another question, he glanced up, his muzzle dipping towards the ground a bit. "'Round these parts?" he parroted in his own wording, then lifted his nose a bit. "Oh, just... visitin', I guess. Returnin' to the 'hood. I used to live here way back when, back before I got myself a pack of my own. It holds some sort of value to me, if I were to bet. Nice beach here, too." He paused for a moment, then remembered her original question. "But this specific neck, well... Thank your little birdie for that. Heard him from the rougher stretch of the beach. I guess we both owe it to your friend, huh?" After this, a question of his own started to form in his mind. Resting his hand on the back of his neck, Rivers cleared his throat again. That seemed to be becoming a subconscious tic for him, as he didn't realize he was doing so, and the rough noise of air reverberating in his throat didn't seem to surface to him yet. "You got a pack of your own, Wretch? Don't seem to reek of any pack I've crossed paths with. Or are you... on your own?" It was an innocent question in Rivers' mind, and he hoped she wasn't defensive about her family ties. If she was, though, that was fine, too; he would apologize for being curious later. But for now, he just blinked at her, awaiting an answer. Image courtesy of miez! <style>.WidGrkRiver p {padding:0px 1px 5px 1px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .WidGrkRiver b {font-family:verdana; color:#343b22; margin:5px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#16190f 1px 1px 2px;} .WidGrkRiver {background-color:#d3c968; font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:#060404; line-height:12px; width:70%; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/8259/rivere.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:395px 0px 5px 0px; border:5px solid #060404; margin:0 auto; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 30px;-webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;-moz-border-radius-topright: 30px;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px;border-top-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .WidGrkRiver .inner {margin:0 18px; border-radius:0px; border:0px ; } .WidGrkRiver .name {text-align:center; font-family:Metamorphous; font-size:50px; text-shadow:#102015 1px 1px 1px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; line-height:35px; letter-spacing:1px;} .WidGrkRiver .lyrics {color:#000000; text-align:center; font-family:Alegreya SC; font-size:11px; padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; line-height:10px; } .WidGrkRiver .ooc {text-align:RIGHT; font-family:verdana; color:#102015; font-size:9px; padding:1px 18px 0px 18px; border-top:2px dotted #000000; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> |