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- Jiya Chandraki - 05-09-2012 [html] OOC: Word Count: 300+
The sun was almost ready to set, just starting to touch the horizon when Jiya left the comfort of her Uncle’s hut under the instruction to be back shortly for dinner. Her Uncle was not use to taking care of a pup, having never had any of his own, but in Jiya’s mind he was old and thus knew all and had experienced all. There was never a doubt in her mind that he did not know what he was doing, after all he was a teacher and an elder all rolled into one, surly no one’s wisdom was worth more than his. As she got older she would quickly learn not to mix age with wisdom as even the some of the young hold a certain level of wisdom and some old do not hold an ounce of wisdom to their name. .jiraze b {font-weight:bold; color:#472746; letter-spacing:1px; } .jiraze p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .jiraze {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#af905e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Izkpd.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #fff; padding: 370px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fff; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; border-radius:20px;} .jiraze .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #4b2c54; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .jiraze .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Io Berlin - 05-09-2012 [html] OOC here! Word Count → 000 It was chilly out, but then again, Io had been bred in the mountains and paid little attention to the cold air. And what's more she sat next to a small fire and a boiling cauldron boiling deer meat up so that gave her little excuse to moan about the temperature. The fire made shadows dance on the front face of the mud hut Io (against her will) shared with her overbearing aunt. Luckily Magda was else where and therefore Io was left in peace. The deer meat bounced on the surface of the water as Io reached in the pull a piece from the top. While she seemed to be cooking most of the day, she rarely ate any of it and due to that she was thin. Comfortably so, but thin nonetheless. Her reddish ears rotated to the girls voice, lifting up from their usual collie like flatness. This caused a black raven feather to fall from her hair, but it was quickly replaced as she contemplated the question. Io patted the ground next to her and stared up at the Wisent. 'Size means nothing' she concluded gently, 'The animal is sacred to the person usually, reflecting them or their homeland. Sometimes they are just random I guess'. It seemed a loose explanation, but Io hoped the girl would understand, 'Do you have a name?' she asked. .io-t52 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .io-t52 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .io-t52 b {color:#17211E; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .io-t52 {background-color:#BBD0CB; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/13aka.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #D9F4FD; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B4E48; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .io-t52-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .io-t52 .inner {margin:10px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .io-t52 .wordcount {color:#17211E; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; margin:2px 10px; border-top:1px dotted #3B4E48; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase;} </style>[/html] - Jiya Chandraki - 05-09-2012 [html] OOC: Word Count: 300+
The answer the red and white woman gave was as expected but it confused the boney girl regardless. So she believed that the animal was a representation of the wolf. But how did the raven represent her uncle and how did this strange and massive beast represent the odd women. Maybe the animal was so strange because the lady herself was odd looking but in that case why wasn’t her animal something like a weird bug? It was clear that the pup was in deep thought when the lady asked for her name. As a question had yet to form in her mind she was able to remember her manners for a brief second, “Jiya. Nihi?” .jiraze b {font-weight:bold; color:#472746; letter-spacing:1px; } .jiraze p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .jiraze {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#af905e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Izkpd.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #fff; padding: 370px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fff; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; border-radius:20px;} .jiraze .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #4b2c54; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .jiraze .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Io Berlin - 05-12-2012 [html] OOC here! Word Count → 000 The AniWaya words momentarily confused the hybrid, for the only languages she knew wholly were the language of her homeland and English. Of course she knew bits of other languages, most Eastern European ones and dashes of Spanish, Latin, Italian and French too. But nothing too impressive, a few words mostly. Luckily, have lived in the tribe for a few months and speaking with Woj a lot, she understood some of the key words. Nihi had been one of them luckily. 'Io' she answered after a moment of hesitation, covering up her slight embarrassment with a gentle smile. Again, more Aniwayan came from the child's maw, and again (thankfully) they were words that the Wisent had taught the hybrid. 'Yes and yes' she answered, watching the flames and checking the meat. She'd need to add the herbs to them later. But thinking about the mud den she frowned gently. Io had built it all herself because Magda had complained that she was too old to be building,the hybrid hadn't complained, even when she was caked in mud. But she finished quickly and her aunt had seemed mildly impressed by the modest abode. Her mind was brought back to the girl at her side who informed her that her uncle (or at least that's what she understood it as) had a raven guide. 'That's nice' she commented gently, 'Wojciech is a Wisent. A European Bison'. .io-t52 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .io-t52 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .io-t52 b {color:#17211E; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .io-t52 {background-color:#BBD0CB; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/13aka.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #D9F4FD; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B4E48; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .io-t52-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .io-t52 .inner {margin:10px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .io-t52 .wordcount {color:#17211E; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; margin:2px 10px; border-top:1px dotted #3B4E48; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase;} </style>[/html] |