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- Saul Stormbringer - 05-19-2012 [html]
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It was hard to get his head around the fact that he and Lilin had just created a pack. A living, breathing pack with their family. It was a hard concept to get around- the two of them had been shifted from place to place for so long that the idea of a permanent home was something foreign now. They'd settled in to their new homes in Jordheim the day before yesterday, their first night as a new pack. It had been strange, waking yesterday morning with the light shining through the dusty window of the house that he had claimed. There was no organisation to his house at the moment and he'd been glad for the day ahead of him. He'd sorted through his house, cleaning it out, finding places for everything and generally making it feel like home. The rest of the day had been spent exploring, marking the territory, allowing his mind to run away with him. He wanted big things for Vinátta and they were going to take a long time to achieve. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Grace D'Angelo - 05-19-2012 [doHTMl] Word Count :: 396 Just a short walk from the mines, she's too lazy to get any closer. Nocturnal thing that she is xD The morning sun was uncomfortable to be under, almost foreign to the cave dwelling woman, so long had it been that she traipsed above ground in under it's glaring light. But it was an inevitable thing, although one she did often put of for as long as possible; she had to be a responsible owner of Jason and allow the pheasant to enjoy the day every now and then, as well as collect the harder to locate ingredients of which she used the pheasant to find. Making a quick pit stop to the storage rooms, she gathered up a bag and a few strips of dried meat, stuffing her quickly written list of things she needed to gather into the leather sack as well, before hitching it over her shoulder and making her way out of her home lands into neutral grounds, Jason happily trailing behind her silently, seeming to relish in the warmer temperature and exhilarated by the simple fact that he got to stretch his legs and wings under the warmth of the vibrant sun. Keeping her head down and moving with purpose, the Ninurta ignored any indication of lingering strangers and pushed the scents carried by the wind out of her mind after she briefly checked them, always cautious of her own safety before dismissing something. Quickly she and the pheasant settled into companionable silence, moving briskly upon well travelled trails heading to the area she had last found the strange plant that made her ink experiments smell more... bearable. Despite having used it once or twice before she did not know it's name or really understand it's uses or properties aside from that it neutralised some of the revolting odours her last few batches of ink had been known to generate. Time passed at it was just over midday when the pair arrived at their destination, the golden woman ran ocean filled eyes over the foliage before instructing Jason to begin searching; one of the few beneficial things the bird was capable of. Rolling her shoulders she smiled after the bird, watching it disappear into thicker foliage before seeking out a shadowed spot upon the rocky terrain. Memory told her she was close to the mines, but the sun wore down at her energy and motivation and she couldn't bring herself to leave the cool shadow nor Jason who was diligently working. 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Running a swift hand through his hair, he allowed bright green eyes to search the ground before him. He had no desire to go crashing through a weak board to his death- he had far too much going for him right now. He thought back to the day before yesterday, the mournful howl that had pierced the silence of their newly formed pack lands. He'd been shocked to find another family member at their borders and Miskunn had greeted the female with affection before informing him and Lilin about who the female was. They'd accepted her into Vinátta, still a little shocked at the arrival of their first new member when they were just hours old. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Grace D'Angelo - 06-01-2012 [doHTMl] Word Count :: 324 Hehe <3 Sheltered within the cold shade the heat and sheer brightness of the day became more bearable, although the golden woman was still not at ease or completely comfortable she could bare it for awhile. Closing her eyes she allowed her other scenes to reign supreme, the feel of the soft, cool breeze as it gently tussled he coat and coloured dreads, the smell of fresh earth, plants and stone and the occasional rustling noise created by Jason as he rummaged around, looking for ingredients of interest to bring back to his master. A lazy smile spread across her lips as she finally began to adjust to the day time and relax a little, mind drifting away into idle day dreams only to be drawn back to reality when one of her sense alerted her of some change, namely Jason coming and going, dropping the odd berry or plant fragment by her paws before scuttling off again. There she was sat when the wind changed, carrying the scent of a strange and the sound of his footsteps following not long behind. Opening one eye she waited patiently for the man to seek her out, unwilling to leave her shaded spot and not all the fussed whether he actually came to greet her or passed. Eventually it seemed that a grey and earth toned male, barely visible from where she sat but there none the less, the male approached Jason first before seeking her out and speaking a greeting that seemed like a question at the same time. Raising an arm lazily she waved it in the air to draw attention to herself. “Hey!” she called out to the other, before dropping her arm. “Golden coloured woman with colourful dreads and he doesn't spot me instantly. Guy needs to have his eyes checked” she whispered to herself, fixing a welcoming smile to her lips to look approachable if the other chose to come over to her. Photo courtesy of kookr <style>.KMTT_Grace p {padding:0px 1px 5px 1px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .KMTT_Grace b {font-family:verdana; color:#530c01; margin:5px; font-size:9px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#70492d 1px 1px 2px;} .KMTT_Grace {background-color:#a45a29; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#1e1b19; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i1213.photobucket.com/albums/cc4 ... grace2.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:5px 0px 256px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .KMTT_Grace .inner {margin:0 18px; border-radius:0px; border:0px ; } .KMTT_Grace .ooc {text-align:left; font-family:verdana; color:#000000; font-size:9px; padding:1px 18px 0px 18px; border-bottom:2px dotted #5b1801; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> - Saul Stormbringer - 06-06-2012 [html]
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He attention was still caught by the strange looking bird, despite the call he'd made to whomever the avian belonged to. It was certainly very strange- he'd never come across anything of the like. He remembered the small fruit and insect eating birds that frequented the forests, and he recalled the birds of prey such as Eirias and the owls he had sometimes seen around. This was neither of those and Saul had no word to associate the animals shape and colouring. It was an enigma, and this immediately ignited the curiosity in Saul. He was never one to find something interesting and leave it unturned. He was tempted to try and catch the bird to study it in greater depth, but the heavy scent of wolf on it and the relative ease with which it moved around him told him that it belonged to someone. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |