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- Octavius Poer de Angelo - 04-14-2012 [html] +3! anyone interested? lol Octavious thought that it was about time to do something with his new rank of Abigor. Having always been keen on carrying lots of junk around with him wherever he went, he thought it would be a good idea to make a bag of some sort. In his tiny gave, which he’d been making bigger with small tools stolen from around the pack lands, he had stashed thread and needles. Now he just needed to find material to sew together. Something strong, that could hold weight without splitting or wearing thin in a short amount of time… <style type="text/css"> .octa1cai b {font-weight:bold; color:#e4cebb; text-shadow:#130c06 1px 1px 2px;} .octa1cai p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:0px;} .octa1cai {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#432a1a; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/esKrU.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #342013; padding:276px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#9d765f; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px;} .octa1cai .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .octa1cai p b:before { content: open-quote; } .octa1cai p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Liam - 04-17-2012 ((Somebody just inspired me to choose a skill. LOL And sorry for the little PP, if you'd like it changed, let me know?)) While being a warrior was what he knew he would be good at, he really wanted to better himself at the thing he always scoffed at in the D'Artisian pack. But then, they had been focused on the art where he wanted to focus on the utility. He wanted to replace the chair he had destroyed in the house he was working on. He used spare wood to carve the pieces, using the shattered frame of the older one as a template. Where he couldn't tell how the humans had held theirs together, he was using wooden pegs. He had made a much smaller chair, one that would be good, no, perfect for the pups his mate was now carrying. Pups. The carving he was doing on what was the arms of the chair fell to his lap, along with the whittling knife. He was going to be a father. Away from the comfort of his mate, the insecurities he'd never admit to came rushing back. Would he be able to protect them, these pups she carried? Or would he end up like Taliesin, running away from the danger that killed half the family? He set the tools down, standing. He needed to take a break, needed to get out for a bit. He lifted his pack, which contained his special jerky and the black pelt, on which he'd gotten the skin side of the pelt to be a smooth and buttery finish. His intent was to take the pelt of the shadow wolf to his secret alcove. Instead, as he was walking hurriedly, he literally ran into a pack mate. His hackles lifted as he tried to recover from the sudden stop. - Octavius Poer de Angelo - 04-19-2012 [html] +3! yay! Though Octavius prided himself on knowing the dark halls by heart, he often ran into pack mates and the walls. As he trotted through the darkness on two legs, easily the size of a smaller full grown male, he failed to hear another coming along. Suddenly, another frame smacked right into him, larger and heavily muscled, causing the young white male to stumble backwards and fall on his backside. All of his materials tumbled from his arms and scattered over the floor, causing him to sigh and rub at his face. Without even looking up to see who he had smacked into, the boy began collecting his things back into a ball. <style type="text/css"> .octa1cai b {font-weight:bold; color:#e4cebb; text-shadow:#130c06 1px 1px 2px;} .octa1cai p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:0px;} .octa1cai {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#432a1a; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/esKrU.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #342013; padding:276px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#9d765f; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px;} .octa1cai .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .octa1cai p b:before { content: open-quote; } .octa1cai p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Liam - 04-20-2012 [html] Call me weird, but I just envisioned these two having a weird bromance. LOL
After ensuring his gear was unharmed he straightened, crossing his arms. Cold amber eyes watched the younger male, some kind of disdain and laughter mingling in the shimmering optics. "The halls ain't that dark, Octavius. Just gotta watch where your going. And no, a little guy like you ain't gonna put the hurt on me." At that, he did smile, though it was somehow lacking in the eyes, one of those little symptoms that would tell volumes about his mental illness to those who knew and understood such things. After a moment, he unfurled his arms, reaching out to clap the boy on the shoulder. "Nah. No harm done. I'm Liam. My mate and I joined back in January. So you create, huh? Least I'm guessing so from the arm load of stuff there." He shrugged, as if saying it didn't matter if his guess was wrong. "I'm kinda tinkerin' in that direction, too. I'm aiming more at the furniture aspect. See, I broke a chair, an' I was tryin' to figure out how to make one for us shifters. Seems like mosta the human stuff just ain't good enough. I'm also workin' on rebuildin' a house too. You any good?" It wasn't quite his way, to ease into a conversation so easilly, but the butterflies were held at bay mostly, and running into this white wolf was a good omen. .vcliamhellno b {font-weight:bold; color:#e9f2f9;} .vcliamhellno p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .vcliamhellno {margin:0 auto; width:401px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/20aqqro.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #c0c0c0; outline:1px solid #000000; padding: 210px 0px 4px 4px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#c0c0c0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> wc: 000 - Octavius Poer de Angelo - 04-21-2012 [html] +3! that would be interesting. oh, and octa is almost Liam's height, just skinnier. The look in the man’s eyes made Octavius shift from foot to foot nervously, despite the smile pulling at his dark colored lips. Something about his demeanor was just…not very friendly as a whole. However much the man made him nervous though, the boy refused to be rude and take off without any more words. He felt as if making more friends within the pack was a must. His mother was the queen, after all, he had a responsibility to help her in any way he could. If that meant being nice to those that he was afraid of, he’d do it in a heartbeat…besides that Amy woman, he couldn’t stand her at all. <style type="text/css"> .octa1cai b {font-weight:bold; color:#e4cebb; text-shadow:#130c06 1px 1px 2px;} .octa1cai p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:0px;} .octa1cai {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#432a1a; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/esKrU.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #342013; padding:276px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#9d765f; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px;} .octa1cai .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .octa1cai p b:before { content: open-quote; } .octa1cai p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] |