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- Dixie-May Jackson - 04-26-2012 [html] forward dated a few days...maybe like the 29th? whoever joins, should be strong i think, and possibly know something about building. if not, we can wing it. Word Count → +5 The rooster, such a cocky little bastard, had been making a lot of noise lately. His calling had been waking Dixie up almost every time she tried to sleep, and the young woman was getting rather irritated with the thing. Rolling from the bed she shared with Wayne, she tromped up the stairs and out of the court house, not once thinking about HOW she could even hear the thing down deep in the basement. Following the scent and sound of chickens, she found the two hens and large rooster out in the square…a lot closer than she’d thought they would be. Weren’t they supposed to be out near the barn? Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors! <style>.dixiemayiku .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; padding-bottom: 5px;} .dixiemayiku p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dixiemayiku b {color:#583123; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dixiemayiku {background-color:#8d8a72; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/m8kal5.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .dixiemayiku .inner {margin:0px 5px 195px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .dixiemayiku p.wordcount {color:#583123; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:5px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.dixiemayiku-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Hadley - 04-26-2012 [html]<style type="text/css"> .hometl-ooc {font-size:0.9em;line-height:1.2em;padding-bottom:3px;font-style:italic;width:85%;max-width:639px;min-width:490px;margin:0 auto;text-align:right;font-family:arial;} .hometl {margin:0 auto;padding:0;background:#923001 url(http://tammi.sleepyglow.net/souls/image ... yTable.jpg) no-repeat top left;width:90%;max-width:490px;min-width:639px;border:1px solid #BDA044;outline:1px solid #000 } .hometl .in {margin:100px 20px 20px 70px; padding:5px 5px 5px 10px; font-family:arial;font-size:1em;color:#D2D6CD;background:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/75pct_black.png)} .hometl p {margin:0;padding:0;text-indent:30px;} .hometl b {color:#FFE1B5;font-family:georgia;} .hometl-credit {text-align:center;font-size:0.9em;font-style:italic;font-family:georgia}</style> OOC goes here for all your OOC needs
He was up early, having gone out to collect some supplies for the barn. Hadley knew that they probably wouldn't need it, but had ended up collection some anyways. If they didn't use it for the barn, they most certainly could use it for other projects. He didn't recover much, some wood from a house that would be pulled apart in the summer village and a couple other odd ends. Walking up he spotted Dixie, horse hitched up to the wagon. Where was she going? He looked over with curiosity, noting the chickens wandering around. He didn't know much about animals beyond what he'd been taught to keep the animals healthy and beautiful before being traded off, but he was pretty sure letting them wander around every which way was a bad idea. Jogging up to the wagon Hadley glanced over to Dixie. It was hard for him to talk, but he finally managed to speak up. Are you getting something for the chickens? He hoped she didn't mind the question. Glancing down at the couple boards he had Hadley dropped them down. Image by Stryverine @ Flickr [/html]
- Dixie-May Jackson - 04-26-2012 [html] yaaaay! hadley <3 Word Count → +3 The soft sound of approaching feet caught the girl’s attention as she was nearing the doors to the fort, ready to get out from the confines of the walls. Turning slightly, she saw Hadley walking a little closer, taking in the horse and wagon. Dixie smiled and waved at him in a friendly manner. The male was sweet and so fearful sometimes that she felt a need to be extra nice to him. The poor thing had been hurt so many times, from what she’d heard…he just needed friends and people to love him without trying to make him being anything that he wasn’t. Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors! <style>.dixiemayiku .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; padding-bottom: 5px;} .dixiemayiku p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dixiemayiku b {color:#583123; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dixiemayiku {background-color:#8d8a72; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/m8kal5.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .dixiemayiku .inner {margin:0px 5px 195px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .dixiemayiku p.wordcount {color:#583123; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:5px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.dixiemayiku-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Hadley - 04-27-2012 [html]<style type="text/css"> .hometl-ooc {font-size:0.9em;line-height:1.2em;padding-bottom:3px;font-style:italic;width:85%;max-width:639px;min-width:490px;margin:0 auto;text-align:right;font-family:arial;} .hometl {margin:0 auto;padding:0;background:#923001 url(http://tammi.sleepyglow.net/souls/image ... yTable.jpg) no-repeat top left;width:90%;max-width:490px;min-width:639px;border:1px solid #BDA044;outline:1px solid #000 } .hometl .in {margin:100px 20px 20px 70px; padding:5px 5px 5px 10px; font-family:arial;font-size:1em;color:#D2D6CD;background:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/75pct_black.png)} .hometl p {margin:0;padding:0;text-indent:30px;} .hometl b {color:#FFE1B5;font-family:georgia;} .hometl-credit {text-align:center;font-size:0.9em;font-style:italic;font-family:georgia}</style> OOC goes here for all your OOC needs
A smile lifted from the small white dog, encouraging Hadley. She didn't mind his presence, actually seeming to appreciate it. His tail wagged shyly behind him, looking up to her. Even if she was smaller Dixie was a giant in his mind, perfectly capable of standing against him. Good...are you well? His ears flicked a little, wondering if he should have used a better greeting rather than chasing after what it was she was doing right away. That probably would have been the better choice, instead of doing what he had. Hadley didn't care for using too many words though, and had chosen to say what had seemed most important. He didn't want to talk too much. The chickens didn't have a place to stay? Hadley was surprised to hear that. Building a home for them was pretty important then. A safe place for them to stay. Hadley was surprised it hadn't been done before. He hesitated for a moment at her words. He did want to help, but was uncertain if she would really be comfortable with his presence. Deciding it would be alright Hadley nodded his head, climbing into the wagon. He made sure that he wasn't too close, giving plenty of room for his superior. If I can... Image by Stryverine @ Flickr [/html]
- Dixie-May Jackson - 04-29-2012 [html] dixie is a derp face Word Count → +3 Once Hadley had crawled up into the bed of the wagon, Dixie made a small smooching sound and flicked the reins. Fern tossed her head and began trotting slowly, giving them a decent pace. The docks were only a few miles away from the fort, and if they were able to get there quickly enough, supplies could be collected and brought back within a few hours. They might even have some daylight left once back at the fort to get working on building the chicken coop! Dixie just loved having the horses around; they made everything so much easier and more efficient. Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors! <style>.dixiemayiku .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; padding-bottom: 5px;} .dixiemayiku p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dixiemayiku b {color:#583123; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dixiemayiku {background-color:#8d8a72; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/m8kal5.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .dixiemayiku .inner {margin:0px 5px 195px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .dixiemayiku p.wordcount {color:#583123; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:5px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.dixiemayiku-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Hadley - 04-30-2012 [html]<style type="text/css"> .hometl1-ooc {font-size:0.9em;line-height:1.2em;padding-bottom:3px;font-style:italic;width:85%;max-width:639px;min-width:490px;margin:0 auto;text-align:right;font-family:arial;} .hometl1 {margin:0 auto;padding:0;background:#923001 url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... yTable.jpg) no-repeat top left;width:90%;max-width:490px;min-width:639px;border:1px solid #BDA044;outline:1px solid #000 } .hometl1 .in {margin:100px 20px 20px 70px; padding:5px 5px 5px 10px; font-family:arial;font-size:1em;color:#D2D6CD;background:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/75pct_black.png)} .hometl1 p {margin:0;padding:0;text-indent:30px;} .hometl1 b {color:#FFE1B5;font-family:georgia;} .hometl1-credit {text-align:center;font-size:0.9em;font-style:italic;font-family:georgia}</style> OOC goes here for all your OOC needs
His tail wagged softly at Dixie's words. It was good that he'd chosen to come along then. He might not be much for company, but he'd do what he could. He moved around so that he could see where they were going, watching the horses be directed forwards. The sensation was so familiar, a chill running down his body. It was alright. He wasn't injured, trying to recover from the latest wounds. It was perfectly safe to be where he was. The wagon rolled quickly, heading them towards where they would get the supplies for the coop. It wasn't much of an idea, just a basic outline in his mind of how it would be built. It didn't need to be very large, but perhaps a miniature house for them to live in. Her words startled him out of those thoughts, glancing around. He reached for the basket, thinking that Dixie wanted it before the rest of what she said sank in. Opening it up Hadley took a single piece out before pushing it away again. He could wait, help get a better meal later when it was needed. He didn't need to eat much. Thoughtfully Hadley chewed on the meat, letting everything wash by. Silently he straightened up, deciding to attempt to be good company. Lots of building to do. Image by Stryverine @ Flickr [/html]
- Dixie-May Jackson - 05-02-2012 [html] besides wood and nails, the boat house would have stuff like large pieces of canvas for sails, large canvas needles, old plastic supplies and such. Word Count → +3 He was chewing, she could hear the soft sound of his jaws grinding and teeth shredding at the meat. Happy that Hadley felt comfortable enough with her to eat her food, she grinned and peeked back to look at him for a moment, thankful that he didn’t catch her look. Dixie had an ongoing fascination with abused animals, which included her fellow Luperci, and always wanted to take care of them. In her mind, they were all like puppies, something that needed to be cared for and protected. The moment she had seen this male she’d known that he was hurting and afraid…while there hadn’t been much of a chance for her to get close to him, she was pretty sure that it didn’t matter. He was sweet and thoughtful and she would do whatever possible to make him feel safe and comfortable. Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors! <style>.dixiemayiku .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; padding-bottom: 5px;} .dixiemayiku p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dixiemayiku b {color:#583123; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dixiemayiku {background-color:#8d8a72; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/m8kal5.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .dixiemayiku .inner {margin:0px 5px 195px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .dixiemayiku p.wordcount {color:#583123; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:5px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.dixiemayiku-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Hadley - 05-02-2012 [html]<style type="text/css"> .hometl1-ooc {font-size:0.9em;line-height:1.2em;padding-bottom:3px;font-style:italic;width:85%;max-width:639px;min-width:490px;margin:0 auto;text-align:right;font-family:arial;} .hometl1 {margin:0 auto;padding:0;background:#923001 url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... yTable.jpg) no-repeat top left;width:90%;max-width:490px;min-width:639px;border:1px solid #BDA044;outline:1px solid #000 } .hometl1 .in {margin:100px 20px 20px 70px; padding:5px 5px 5px 10px; font-family:arial;font-size:1em;color:#D2D6CD;background:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/75pct_black.png)} .hometl1 p {margin:0;padding:0;text-indent:30px;} .hometl1 b {color:#FFE1B5;font-family:georgia;} .hometl1-credit {text-align:center;font-size:0.9em;font-style:italic;font-family:georgia}</style> OOC goes here for all your OOC needs
The wagon came to a halt sooner than he had expected. He climbed out of the wagon with lightning speed, not wanting to linger in a place that reminded him of so much pain. The association with being hurt and riding in a wagon probably wouldn't go away, even if he did manage to get himself to ride in them without freaking out. He looked over the various docks that were there, noting where they were falling apart. They could scavenge wood from those. He'd done that taking houses apart. Dixie's call sent Hadley after her. He naturally obeyed anyone that spoke to him without much thought about it. When she entered a collapsed building he shifted around nervously. The hybrid couldn't get in there. How could he help her then? Carefully he pulled back some of the wood so that he could look inside. It was slow, not wanting anything to collapse on the female inside. Peering around he spotted a small collection of rusted nails amongst the large flaps of fabric. One arm reached in, trying to retrieve the nails. He grabbed them quietly and withdrew, watching Dixie for what he was supposed to do to help. Image by Stryverine @ Flickr [/html]
- Dixie-May Jackson - 05-02-2012 [html] weee! Word Count → + Excitement flowed through the little woman’s body and caused her to practically vibrate in place. She just could not sit still, and it was becoming a bit dangerous inside the unstable building. Knowing that she could screw this all up in just a few moments, without even really meaning to, Dixie grabbed an armful of folded canvas and ropes that were all matted together. They were a lot heavier than they looked, and she stumbled a bit on her way out. One of the hanging boards scraped over her shoulder, catching and peeling at her skin roughly, leaving a thin line of blood in its wake. Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors! <style>.dixiemayiku .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; padding-bottom: 5px;} .dixiemayiku p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dixiemayiku b {color:#583123; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dixiemayiku {background-color:#8d8a72; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/m8kal5.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .dixiemayiku .inner {margin:0px 5px 195px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .dixiemayiku p.wordcount {color:#583123; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:5px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.dixiemayiku-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Hadley - 05-02-2012 [html]<style type="text/css"> .hometl1-ooc {font-size:0.9em;line-height:1.2em;padding-bottom:3px;font-style:italic;width:85%;max-width:639px;min-width:490px;margin:0 auto;text-align:right;font-family:arial;} .hometl1 {margin:0 auto;padding:0;background:#923001 url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... yTable.jpg) no-repeat top left;width:90%;max-width:490px;min-width:639px;border:1px solid #BDA044;outline:1px solid #000 } .hometl1 .in {margin:100px 20px 20px 70px; padding:5px 5px 5px 10px; font-family:arial;font-size:1em;color:#D2D6CD;background:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/75pct_black.png)} .hometl1 p {margin:0;padding:0;text-indent:30px;} .hometl1 b {color:#FFE1B5;font-family:georgia;} .hometl1-credit {text-align:center;font-size:0.9em;font-style:italic;font-family:georgia}</style> OOC goes here for all your OOC needs
A bit of cloth and rope was grabbed before Dixie came scurrying back out. Hadley stepped to the side, quickly reaching out to brace her as she stumbled. Blood hit his nose, a small whine slipping out. Moving around he looked at the small cut. It didn't look like much, but it could get infected. Infection was the same as death for Hadley. The instant he didn't have a use he would be killed. Perhaps not anymore, but that deadly fear of being laid down with infection was still there. He couldn't let his superior face such a painful thing. He glanced at the building. Yes, that was true. They still needed to take it apart. Dixie tugged away on it, pulling it farther open. Hadley didn't move onto it right away, actually tearing off a piece of the canvas that they'd freed. Stepping over to a river that washed into it Hadley dipped it in and washed it clean. Looking around he found the plant that he'd needed, making a quick mixture for her shoulder. Stepping over he held out the makeshift bandage, hoping that she wouldn't mind. The nails he'd picked up were dropped into the basket. Stepping over Hadley moved, pulling off boards carefully. It was difficult to do so without burying the goods inside there. There was a good chance it would happen anyways, leaving them to dig through a deep pile of rubble. At least there was good wood they could use there, Hadley taking it and gently stacking the pieces as he pulled them off. Image by Stryverine @ Flickr [/html]
- Dixie-May Jackson - 05-02-2012 [html] weee! Word Count → +3 Dixie was not expecting for Hadley to do what he did with the little makeshift bandage. She froze in place when he touched her arm gently, her head lifting so she could watch his face. There was no fear or anything like that, just genuine surprise that he would care enough to help her out. The only person who ever did anything like that was Wayne…Eyes wide, she stood there and simply allowed the large man to wrap her arm and position the wetted down leaves over the shallow cut. It stung a little bit, but she kept a straight face, not wanting Hadley to think that he’d done something wrong. Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors! <style>.dixiemayiku .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; padding-bottom: 5px;} .dixiemayiku p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dixiemayiku b {color:#583123; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dixiemayiku {background-color:#8d8a72; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/m8kal5.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .dixiemayiku .inner {margin:0px 5px 195px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .dixiemayiku p.wordcount {color:#583123; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:5px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.dixiemayiku-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Hadley - 05-02-2012 [html]<style type="text/css"> .hometl1-ooc {font-size:0.9em;line-height:1.2em;padding-bottom:3px;font-style:italic;width:85%;max-width:639px;min-width:490px;margin:0 auto;text-align:right;font-family:arial;} .hometl1 {margin:0 auto;padding:0;background:#923001 url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... yTable.jpg) no-repeat top left;width:90%;max-width:490px;min-width:639px;border:1px solid #BDA044;outline:1px solid #000 } .hometl1 .in {margin:100px 20px 20px 70px; padding:5px 5px 5px 10px; font-family:arial;font-size:1em;color:#D2D6CD;background:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/75pct_black.png)} .hometl1 p {margin:0;padding:0;text-indent:30px;} .hometl1 b {color:#FFE1B5;font-family:georgia;} .hometl1-credit {text-align:center;font-size:0.9em;font-style:italic;font-family:georgia}</style> OOC goes here for all your OOC needs
Feeling Dixie freeze Hadley hurriedly finished before backing off. Sorry... He shouldn't have done that. He'd surprised her with that. Perhaps she didn't like being touched. Why hadn't he thought of that? The scarred hybrid froze himself as she nuzzled him, a quiet thanks whispered. It was alright? She didn't mind him doing that? He sighed with relief, and followed after her, rapidly tearing it apart so that the building was cracked open for them to work with. While Dixie worked on collecting the fabric and rope that were open now, Hadley worked on carrying the wall pieces to the wagon. It was hard to grip, but he managed to get it over and pushed it up. One wall was up, and he turned for the next. His tail swished softly at Dixie's enthusiastic words. Can use. There was lots of work to be done, Hadley working around it himself to build what was needed, even if he was no expert. Image by Stryverine @ Flickr [/html]
- Dixie-May Jackson - 05-02-2012 [html] weee! Word Count → + The girl tilted her head and watched as the multicolored male loaded one of the wall pieces into the wagon without too much trouble. He was strong and determined, despite his past abuse and the obvious unease that kept him from being social. As he turned around to get the next wall, she whipped away, not wanting him to know that she’d been watching. Leaning over, another armful of stuff was snatched up and carried over to the wagon, placed on the ground until the wood could be loaded up. Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors! <style>.dixiemayiku .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; padding-bottom: 5px;} .dixiemayiku p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dixiemayiku b {color:#583123; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dixiemayiku {background-color:#8d8a72; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/m8kal5.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .dixiemayiku .inner {margin:0px 5px 195px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .dixiemayiku p.wordcount {color:#583123; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:5px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.dixiemayiku-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Hadley - 05-02-2012 [html]<style type="text/css"> .hometl1-ooc {font-size:0.9em;line-height:1.2em;padding-bottom:3px;font-style:italic;width:85%;max-width:639px;min-width:490px;margin:0 auto;text-align:right;font-family:arial;} .hometl1 {margin:0 auto;padding:0;background:#923001 url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... yTable.jpg) no-repeat top left;width:90%;max-width:490px;min-width:639px;border:1px solid #BDA044;outline:1px solid #000 } .hometl1 .in {margin:100px 20px 20px 70px; padding:5px 5px 5px 10px; font-family:arial;font-size:1em;color:#D2D6CD;background:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/75pct_black.png)} .hometl1 p {margin:0;padding:0;text-indent:30px;} .hometl1 b {color:#FFE1B5;font-family:georgia;} .hometl1-credit {text-align:center;font-size:0.9em;font-style:italic;font-family:georgia}</style> OOC goes here for all your OOC needs
Hadley stared at Dixie, noting the swift movement. What was that? He looked around, hackles standing slightly. Was there something there that he should be aware of? It didn't seem like there was anything there. Hadley sniffed at the air, but he didn't smell anything. Even if there was something there, he probably wouldn't be able to smell it anyways. Tensed slightly he moved back over to the wall sections. Carefully he picked up the next one, carrying it over to the wagon, working on not having it fall over because of the clumsy grip. Tons of supplies were chucked in, the empty wagon rapidly filled up. He looked over everything, nodding silently in confirmation. There was everything that was needed. Plenty was left for them to come back and get if needed. He nodded his head, letting Dixie move him over to the wagon. He clambered up beside her, ready to head back and do the work. At least Dixie wouldn't be lacking for strength to get this done. He could do anything she asked for. He just needed direction to know what to do. The horse moved, and they were on their way back. Image by Stryverine @ Flickr [/html]
- Dixie-May Jackson - 05-02-2012 [html] weee! Word Count → + Dixie smiled broadly when Hadley didn’t even tense up from her grabbing his hand. Her spirits lifted even more when the male followed her up to sit at the front of the wagon. It seemed as if he was feeling a bit more comfortable with the little woman after their time spent together working…hopefully he’d feel even better after more time. Her small frame curled up on the bench seat, overshadowed by his hulking body, and she reached for the reins to get them moving. Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors! <style>.dixiemayiku .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; padding-bottom: 5px;} .dixiemayiku p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dixiemayiku b {color:#583123; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dixiemayiku {background-color:#8d8a72; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/m8kal5.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .dixiemayiku .inner {margin:0px 5px 195px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .dixiemayiku p.wordcount {color:#583123; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:5px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.dixiemayiku-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Hadley - 05-02-2012 [html]<style type="text/css"> .hometl1-ooc {font-size:0.9em;line-height:1.2em;padding-bottom:3px;font-style:italic;width:85%;max-width:639px;min-width:490px;margin:0 auto;text-align:right;font-family:arial;} .hometl1 {margin:0 auto;padding:0;background:#923001 url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... yTable.jpg) no-repeat top left;width:90%;max-width:490px;min-width:639px;border:1px solid #BDA044;outline:1px solid #000 } .hometl1 .in {margin:100px 20px 20px 70px; padding:5px 5px 5px 10px; font-family:arial;font-size:1em;color:#D2D6CD;background:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/75pct_black.png)} .hometl1 p {margin:0;padding:0;text-indent:30px;} .hometl1 b {color:#FFE1B5;font-family:georgia;} .hometl1-credit {text-align:center;font-size:0.9em;font-style:italic;font-family:georgia}</style> OOC goes here for all your OOC needs
He was surprised that the horse had been asleep. He'd never dealt with finding the horse asleep when attached to the wagon. The horse Amy owned wasn't nearly as relaxed and friendly as these ones either, listlessly doing what it was told. They rode forwards fairly quickly, just a few bumps. Hadley did his best not to hit Dixie, clinging onto the edge of the seat so that he didn't bump into her as the wagon moved. A soft howl announced their presence, his ears pricking up to see if anyone would answer. The chickens did, sending up a bunch of clucks at their arrival. Hadley climbed down, moving around to the back. He nodded his head softly, happy at the idea of a snack. At least he wasn't as nervous about accepting food as he used to be, checking and double checking that it was alright for him to eat like he used to. He began to unpack, sorting it into different piles. The wood went into a giant heap, the wall pieces leaned against the fort. The rope made a separate pile, thick and matted, with the fabric in yet another. The nails were quickly all piled into the basket together, making it easier to access. Image by Stryverine @ Flickr [/html]
- Dixie-May Jackson - 05-03-2012 [html] weee! Word Count → + Seeing that Hadley wanted some snacks and didn’t mind her taking off to get them, Dixie went without hesitation. After entering the Court House, she slowed and waved to a few pack mates, speaking soft greetings every now and then as she made her way downstairs to the storage room. Once there, an empty canteen was strapped over her shoulder and both hands grabbed some jerky, enough to at least fill them up until they could get a real meal. Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors! <style>.dixiemayiku .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; padding-bottom: 5px;} .dixiemayiku p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dixiemayiku b {color:#583123; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dixiemayiku {background-color:#8d8a72; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/m8kal5.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .dixiemayiku .inner {margin:0px 5px 195px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .dixiemayiku p.wordcount {color:#583123; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:5px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.dixiemayiku-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Hadley - 05-03-2012 [html]<style type="text/css"> .hometl1-ooc {font-size:0.9em;line-height:1.2em;padding-bottom:3px;font-style:italic;width:85%;max-width:639px;min-width:490px;margin:0 auto;text-align:right;font-family:arial;} .hometl1 {margin:0 auto;padding:0;background:#923001 url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... yTable.jpg) no-repeat top left;width:90%;max-width:490px;min-width:639px;border:1px solid #BDA044;outline:1px solid #000 } .hometl1 .in {margin:100px 20px 20px 70px; padding:5px 5px 5px 10px; font-family:arial;font-size:1em;color:#D2D6CD;background:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/75pct_black.png)} .hometl1 p {margin:0;padding:0;text-indent:30px;} .hometl1 b {color:#FFE1B5;font-family:georgia;} .hometl1-credit {text-align:center;font-size:0.9em;font-style:italic;font-family:georgia}</style> OOC goes here for all your OOC needs
Soft steps announced Dixie's return. The hybrid continued working, only the swivel of his ears indicating that he knew she was there. He'd wanted to be finished by the time she was back, but there were still some odds and ends to clear out from the wagon. He looked over at her words, tail shyly wagging. Asked if he wanted to take a break Hadley looked over the supplies again. Would that really be alright? They had a lot they had to do to get the coop up. He accepted the canteen, gently drinking it back. That felt good after all the work he'd been doing, awakening him again and giving him a fresh wave of energy. It made him more keenly aware of how hungry he was as well unfortunately. Hadley took a few pieces of meat, leaving the majority for Dixie to eat. Carefully he worked on eating the pieces without scarfing them down and looking like he'd been starved. Image by Stryverine @ Flickr [/html]
- Dixie-May Jackson - 05-03-2012 [html] so cute xD Word Count → + The large male seemed hesitant to take a break, his eyes almost nervous as he glanced back at the few remaining supplies in the wagon. Smiling sadly, Dixie shook her head and handed over the water and food, having already stuffed a chunk of meat into her own mouth. After all of the time she’d spent on horseback, eating while moving was no big deal. Winking at him, the little one hopped up into the back of the wagon and began dropping things onto the ground, quickly clearing out the entire thing and leaving it looking as good as new. Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors! <style>.dixiemayiku .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; padding-bottom: 5px;} .dixiemayiku p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dixiemayiku b {color:#583123; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dixiemayiku {background-color:#8d8a72; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/m8kal5.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .dixiemayiku .inner {margin:0px 5px 195px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .dixiemayiku p.wordcount {color:#583123; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:5px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.dixiemayiku-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Hadley - 05-04-2012 [html]<style type="text/css"> .hometl1-ooc {font-size:0.9em;line-height:1.2em;padding-bottom:3px;font-style:italic;width:85%;max-width:639px;min-width:490px;margin:0 auto;text-align:right;font-family:arial;} .hometl1 {margin:0 auto;padding:0;background:#923001 url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... yTable.jpg) no-repeat top left;width:90%;max-width:490px;min-width:639px;border:1px solid #BDA044;outline:1px solid #000 } .hometl1 .in {margin:100px 20px 20px 70px; padding:5px 5px 5px 10px; font-family:arial;font-size:1em;color:#D2D6CD;background:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/75pct_black.png)} .hometl1 p {margin:0;padding:0;text-indent:30px;} .hometl1 b {color:#FFE1B5;font-family:georgia;} .hometl1-credit {text-align:center;font-size:0.9em;font-style:italic;font-family:georgia}</style> OOC goes here for all your OOC needs
She was so quick! The items left in the wagon were cleared out in no time, leaving everything to be sorted so they could get to work. He swallowed down the few pieces he had, ready to work on sorting it out and keep working, despite the growling stomach. The mock scolding slowed Hadley down, looking for guidance. Surprise filtered through at the words, bashfully accepting the meat that was given to him. Head ducked low he ate what he was given, grateful that he could have more. With the meal finished off he stepped over to where the wooden wall sections were. Hefting one up so it was standing Hadley examined it. The edges were jagged, there was a fair portion to trim off. He set the pieces around, checking the relative sizes to avoid the walls not matching each other. With his claws he scratched a thin mark for where they would have to cut it before picking it up, holding it still so that Dixie could go to work trimming it down. Image by Stryverine @ Flickr [/html]
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