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- Amy Sunders - 05-23-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: dating for the 21
The horse hadn't managed to get far, thankfully. Amy caught up to it and changed back into optime form, tail swishing behind her. The pup was tucked inside, and Amy pulled up to return to her position of guiding the horse. The horse didn't argue, a little depressed that it didn't have time away from the source of it's constant fright, but at least bears wouldn't try to eat it now. Amy stopped the wagon once she reached a stream, choosing to wash off the strong spice scent on her body.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-23-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> wc 367 Saul had left a few hours prior, after notifying the pack of his intentions and approximate time of return. The rest of the pack were meticulously caught up in restoring their own little dwellings; even the puppies were doing their very best to help out. Temeraire had taken it upon himself to surprise his father and clean the house thoroughly after seeing Lilin do it for some time. Timidly, for the first time in weeks, he'd struck up a conversation with the Soulstorm heir; questioning her methods and consequently asking if he too could have some desinfectant. Lilin had obliged, dabbing a piece of cloth with some vodka and showing him the basic scrubbing technique. He caught on rapidly, eager to finish the task at hand before his father's return. The boy had wasted no time getting started and Lilin had merely watched for a while, visibly impressed with his initiative. Their time together was short-lived, however. A beckoning call belonging to no female she knew echoed through the valley, strong and nowhere as meek and distressed as Eydiss' had been the night before. Already they were getting visitors. ''Just make sure you leave the door open or you'll get woozy, Teme,'' she warned before exiting Saul's earthen house, her pace instinctively quickening as she made her way toward the same general area where they'd greeted their newest relative. She took longer than her co-leader would have, understanding his way of thinking well enough by now to know he would have shifted down to his smaller, simplest form in order to cut down on the time spent getting there. Albeit slower, her arrival was timely and polite. Her own song erupted from her maw when she reared around the bend; not intended for the stranger but for her family. She could handle the borders and they were welcome to meet her, as long as one of them kept a watchful eye over Temeraire in Saul's absence. A hand pushed the foliage of a silver birch aside, revealing a blonde canine and her caravan. She hadn't seen any of those since the winter festival. Visibly perplexed, Lilin approached a little closer before halting at a cautious distance. ''You called?'' - Amy Sunders - 05-23-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
She was patient, even if curiosity was eating her up. A brand new pack had formed, seemingly overnight for the traveler. Perhaps if she'd wandered over closer she might have noticed the flurry of activity that went into making a pack. Amy hadn't though, traveling through the south, and then taking her time resting up in Anathema before heading out again. The reply was very polite and elegant, immediately giving her the impression that this would be a pack worth getting involved with.
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Black and tan ears pricked at the sound of the long, low howl. The noise reverberated through his body and what would usually make him pause and smile made him freeze, his nerves jangling as the howl struck all the wrong chords. It sounded odd and unfamiliar; he had become intensey tuned into the fine characteristics that made up all of of his pack members, coming to even know them by their paw steps, and he instantly knew that this was none of the pack. His new found pack instincts, and a burning desire to protect his family made him abruptly stand from where he had been crouched, sorting through the wood pile for a suitable piece of wood for him to whittle. He would have to come back later and find the desired material. .neicait04 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } .neicait04 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .neicait04 b {color:#3f4f44; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#090504 0px 1px 0px; } .neicait04 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/exY3g.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:4px solid #596c5f; margin:0 auto; border-radius:20px; font-family: verdana; font-size:10px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:520px; text-align:justify;margin:0 auto; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .neicait04 .inner {margin:29px 115px 15px 15px; padding:12px; background-image:url(imageurl); -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 20px; border-top-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;; border:0px solid #000000; height:335px; overflow:auto;} </style> - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-23-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> wc 420 Lilin acquiesced with a nod, mutely confirming the golden femme’s assumptions pertaining to Vinatta’s new status. Naturally, her interlocutor couldn’t have known about her pack’s recent land claim and occupation until now. It had been made official less than a day prior. She could not pinpoint which pack this woman belonged to either; her olfactory senses could not depict the faintest trace of familiarity. Such a thing wasn’t surprising though, seeing as the Soulstorm heir hadn’t mingled with many leaders since her arrival in the maritimes- or if she had, it had been unknowingly. Small talk and negotiations had never been her forte, unfortunately. Everything she knew about civility and good manners, she’d learned within the short span of six months, if not less. It was generally forced in situations like this; an acquired graciousness she strived to ameliorate with time. “Hello Amy,” she responded, accepting the trader’s open invitation by giving her hand a shake. The Virding’s shoulders were stiff with wariness; her deltoid muscle tense and pulling at the nerves in her neck. “I’m Lilin Soulstorm. You’ve stumbled upon Vinátta pack lands. ” Mediterranean irises lingered on the smile adorning the trader’s face as her own introduction was vocalized, Lilin's voice gentle with dubious composure. Tension was temporarily set aside when the familiar barreling of her two massive cousins was broadcasted by the sound of branches and twigs snapping under their impressive weight. It felt as though the very ground shook under her feet. It was amazing how their sizes and overall gaucherie in no way hindered their sense of duty. Until this day, she had not fully understood the driving force behind the Stormbringer males. They had been born with strife in their blood. She turned her head just in time to see her two relatives come to a screeching halt; sporting colossal forms that near towered over her lithe figure. Her surprise was hardly concealed when their radiating energy emanated caution and tamed hostility. At that moment, Lilin felt and understood the power of a family’s unconditional love and affection. The emotional load that came with this newfound awareness caused her words to helplessly linger in the back of her throat while she regained her bearings. “I'm sorry. These two beasts are my cousins- Niernan and Bran Stormbringer,” she declared proudly before turning back to the merchant, seemingly less uptight now that she was accompanied. “Is there anything we can help you with, Amy?” - Amy Sunders - 05-24-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Despite the grace this one carried, her handshake was tense, uncertain. For someone so nervous she was doing extremely well dealing with the situation. Not that it meant Amy wouldn't be taking advantage of her uneasiness. She memorized the name of the pack, wondering what rank Lilin held. She seemed fairly dominant, so up in the ranks. Beyond that Amy was uncertain. At least it was better than being greeted by a lowly subordinate. This was someone Amy could talk to and deal with.
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He gave the yellow woman a polite nod in return, his growly voice rumbling from his chest "Good day." He was still wary of her, but he didn't want to show up his leader with his aggression so he placed his fluffy butt firmly on the floor, wrapping his tail around his huge paws. Despite his sitting position his muscles were still tense and he was ready to spring at any moment. His brother echoed his movements, even going so far as to sink to his elbows, his head and ears still upright. .neicait04 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } .neicait04 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .neicait04 b {color:#3f4f44; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#090504 0px 1px 0px; } .neicait04 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/exY3g.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:4px solid #596c5f; margin:0 auto; border-radius:20px; font-family: verdana; font-size:10px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:520px; text-align:justify;margin:0 auto; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .neicait04 .inner {margin:29px 115px 15px 15px; padding:12px; background-image:url(imageurl); -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 20px; border-top-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;; border:0px solid #000000; height:335px; overflow:auto;} </style> - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-29-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> wc 448 She was well aware that curiosity alone was enough to fuel one's confidence and make it grow exponentially. While it was a powerful thing in itself, Lilin personally would not have ventured this close to claimed borders nor dedicated a song to its resident pack out of curiosity only. Lilin scarcely bothered with anyone but her family, so idle chit chat with strangers wasn't part of her priorities. If the opportunity presented itself, she had no problems conversing with the willing but she would not go out of her way to make it happen. With the looming menace of a Dawnrunner invasion, there was a very real possibility that random visitors such as the blonde merchant were not who they claimed to be. Paranoia was strongest in times of caution; Lilin couldn't help but wonder if her cousins felt the same, or if their heedfulness was purely instinctive. ''Oh, you shouldn't have.'' A casual visit was one thing; it was believable, even if the Virding had not anticipated it. Gifts, on the other hand, brought about a higher level of prudence. She was unaccustomed to formalities of the trade, nor the standard procedures in establishing connections. While it was likely a second nature to the merchant, Lilin did not like the idea of accepting items. No matter how good the woman's intentions appeared to be; she had nothing to give in return and being in one's debt was not a situation she solicited. The Soulstorm heir allowed a sideway glance to meet Niernan's gaze as the woman moved away from the trio, searching through the caravan's contents for whatever she'd brought them. Caution had spread and clearly, it affected her comrades as well. A lopsided smile was offered to her cousin closing in on the distance between them, her tail thumping lightly against the earth as a silent welcome. Irises of mediterranean blue returned to their visitor promptly when her voice found its way to them once more. There it wandered, examining the painting with obvious interest before moving over to the bundle of practical herbs held out before her. She knew nothing of the plants on display, but Saul and Colibri would surely recognize them in an instant. ''That's a breathtaking picture and I can assure you the herbs will be put to good use. Thank you,'' she responded softly, taking the larger items from the golden femme's grasp and setting it down gingerly before her. The herbs, she took within her hands and held on to them. ''May I ask what pack you belong to, Amy?'' she questioned with a tilt of her head, knowing it would be useful information should they ever want to return the courtesy. - Amy Sunders - 05-29-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
The cordial greeting from the bundle of muscles Lilin had called a brother surprised Amy. She hadn't been expecting anything beyond aggressive protection from him. His polite words once more raised her opinion of the pack. They had done exceedingly well, despite being so new. They knew so much about manners, acting as the situation demanded. When she'd returned the one that had greeted her had moved to Lilin's side, a comfort, and a swift death for Amy if she tread wrong.
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Sorry guys Nier caught the look that Lilin had shot his way, smiling slightly at the appreciative glance. He remained seated next to his Virding, offering comfort and protection as the meeting with Amy continued. He could tell that Amy had expected something in return, he knew that traders never gave gifts, that's why they were called Traders. He eyed the blonde canid, expecting her to speak up, when she didn't ask for something in return Nier raised his eyebrows in slight shock. He perked his ears up as Amy answered Lilins qustion, taking in the name of the pack. Despite the fact that he had not been in Nova Scotia that long and he had not met many wolves on his travels he had heard of Anathema. .neicait04 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } .neicait04 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .neicait04 b {color:#3f4f44; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#090504 0px 1px 0px; } .neicait04 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/exY3g.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:4px solid #596c5f; margin:0 auto; border-radius:20px; font-family: verdana; font-size:10px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:520px; text-align:justify;margin:0 auto; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .neicait04 .inner {margin:29px 115px 15px 15px; padding:12px; background-image:url(imageurl); -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 20px; border-top-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;; border:0px solid #000000; height:335px; overflow:auto;} </style> - Lilin Soulstorm - 06-06-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> Close with your reply maybe, Bria? Djiac's gone for 2+ weeks and will not be replying anymore. wc 323 Anathema. The Virding mulled over the name, carefully assessing the familiar ring to it. It took quite some time before she finally put the pieces together, consequently determining where she'd heard of the pack. Axle's face materialized before her and his words replayed in the back of her mind. Barrett had children, three of them, with an alabaster woman - all of them had a permanent residence in Amy's pack. It had been her job to deliver news of Barry's departure and she'd never gotten around to it; the merchant's presence only reminded her of that. It had been a hectic last few months but that was nowhere near an adequate excuse; truthfully, she had purposely avoided being the bearer of bad news. "I am due for a visit. I'll be sure to relay your kindness." she offered, displaying a readiness to return the trader's cordiality. An uncomfortable silence settled over them briefly, during which Lilin allowed her eyes to linger over the painting at her feet. The Soulstorm heir knew she had omitted an answer to Amy's request for future business. She had also caught the incredulous raise of her cousin's brow following the golden femme's short answer. Although the trader had shown no clear disappointment with the lack of a solid answer, the Virding knew what had been expected of her. "Amy," she started, clearly unsure of how to address the issue. "I never make promises I can't keep." Unlike her matriarch, Lilin strived to remain truthful - no matter how ugly of a truth she detained. "I cannot promise you that I'll be able to work with you in the future. It all depends on what's expected of me and my pack when the time comes, but I'll remember your amiability." She would have to discuss it with Saul and the rest of the pack; surely Bran and Niernan would have an opinion on the subject after witnessing this meeting. - Amy Sunders - 06-06-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: sounds good
Her tail swayed at the spoken words. A generous offer. Amy expected more than a visit with those simple words, a return of the courtesy she had shown, deals formed to strengthen the packs and help her raise in the ranks with respect. A good return from her investment. Silence fell, only the movement of her tail behind her a sign of how she was doing, pleased with how her first meeting with the pack had gone. It was everything she had hoped for-in fact, it was more than that, the most civilized pack she had met.
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