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- Niernan Stormbringer - 05-28-2012 [html] Optime form, 5 pm, Jordheim. Healy tiems! :: 321 :: The day had been a long and exhausting one; he had traveled a long way from the pack lands, confronted a fox and made a new, rather good looking friend. Yet he still hade things to do, his return journey had taken him longer than usual as he had to walk slow, he had changed to his Optime form after accepting the injured bird that he now cradled in his arms, so he could better transport her. He knew that in his Secui form she would have been terribly jostled and her injuries would likely have become worse. He looked down at the little avian form in his arms, the cerulean orbs softening as the birds manic heartbeat pounded away at the delicate skin over her breast, the feathered chest shimmering with activity. Word Count ~ 321 <style>.NiernanBody .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: center;} .NiernanBody p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .NiernanBody { font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; background-position: center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:px 0px 10px 0px; min-height:273px; width:597px;} .NiernanHeader {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Header.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:220px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} .NiernanFooter {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Footer.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} p.wc {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> - Saul Stormbringer - 05-29-2012 [html]
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Two days ago, the young male had been reunited with his cousin slash daughter Eclipse. It had been wonderful to see her again, but he could see there was something bothering her. She'd been meaning to return to Ichika- he'd had to inform her that there was no Ichika anymore and that X'yrin had disbanded it. It was a disheartening experience to find out, but he was glad he'd found her before she had a chance to walk to Ichika and find out for herself. She would have been even more lost than she had been. He'd given her permission to go through Vináttan lands alone, a privilage almost none had. He had also asked her to write back next time Eirias came with a letter for her- he'd been worried when no reply had come the last time he'd sent her a letter. #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] - Niernan Stormbringer - 05-29-2012 [html] Blah bllah blah crappost:: 278 :: Nier hurried inside the comfortable home as his cousin allowed him to enter. He looked down at the bird as Saul asked what was wrong, he let out a small huff of breath, he was relieved to finally be here, it had taken him long enough. He flicked his eyes back up, cerulean orbs searching for Sauls verdant ones. He flicked one ear back before speaking, "On my travels today I met a girl called Grace, her pheasant," He looked back down at the black and tan bird in his hand-paws. "Turnip here, was attacked by a fox. She is injured and in need of a healers touch. I wondered if you could help?" He asked, his eyes coming up to look at Saul again. Word Count ~ 278 <style>.NiernanBody .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: center;} .NiernanBody p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .NiernanBody { font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; background-position: center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:px 0px 10px 0px; min-height:273px; width:597px;} .NiernanHeader {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Header.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:220px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} .NiernanFooter {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Footer.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} p.wc {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> - Saul Stormbringer - 05-29-2012 [html]
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Niernan didn't hesitate as Saul moved to usher him inside and he didn't think he'd ever seen his joker cousin so agitated. He was trying to piece together the clues presented, but none of it made sense. Niernan had left this morning happy as a clam, Ciaran trotting eagerly by his side. And he'd returned looking a little frantic, cradling an injured bird and asking for his help. His day had clearly been more eventful than Saul's own. His cousin let out a huff of breath, ears flickering back and forward. It took him only a few moments to speak and Saul allowed a small smile to creep onto his lips before Niernan relayed the story of the fox. Glancing down at the pheasant once more, shone in a new light now he realised it was a beloved pet rather than a random animal. #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] - Niernan Stormbringer - 05-29-2012 [html] BLAH! Why can I not get above 300? :: 266 :: Niernan watched as Sauls normally dreamy green eyes focussed and he snapped into healer mode. He gained more confidence when he had to heal as he knew what he was doing, and knew that others didn't trust a hesitant healer. Nier nodded as Saul stated they'd have to work on the floor, he crouched down and waited for his cousin to be ready. He watched as Saul flipped out a stripped deer hide, the hairless hide making for an adequately clean cloth to rest poor Turnip on. Word Count ~ +266 <style>.NiernanBody .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: center;} .NiernanBody p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .NiernanBody { font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; background-position: center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:px 0px 10px 0px; min-height:273px; width:597px;} .NiernanHeader {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Header.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:220px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} .NiernanFooter {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Footer.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} p.wc {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> - Saul Stormbringer - 05-29-2012 [html]
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Saul moved around the house, searching through his medicine bag and the cupboards he'd begun to use for such purposes. Now that they had settled down properly, Saul thought about building a garden that would contain a lot of the more commonly used plants. He had yet to properly explore Vinátta's grounds properly and he could not yet gauge the extent of the naturally growing plants. He'd bought his little battered witchhazel plant- carted around from place to place. He was hoping it would flourish here, but he had yet to find a place where it could settle. Niernan's knees brushing the floor caused him to glance around just as he attempted to place the bird on the floor. It gave a squark, flapping its wings before Niernan could pin them to her side. His cousins question was assessed in a moment and he nodded. #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] - Niernan Stormbringer - 06-13-2012 [html] w00t for posting from McDonalds. We can archive this soon if ya want sweety. :: No wordcount cos I'm ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! :: Niernan obediently flipped the bird over, placing her back against the floor, spreading her wings out and holding them firmly but with soft paws so as not to harm the bird further. Turnip allowed her head to fall back, her bright red-brown eye gazing at him, wide and slightly panicked. He noticed that her fragile little chest was pumping rapidly as she panted with the stress of all that was going on. He mumbled quietly to the bird, in a similar fashion to how Grace had soothed the injured animal when he had rescued her, using low coo-ing noises. Turnip visibly calmed and he felt a proud smile spread across his muzzle. Word Count ~ +xxx <style>.NiernanBody .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: center;} .NiernanBody p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .NiernanBody { font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; background-position: center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:px 0px 10px 0px; min-height:273px; width:597px;} .NiernanHeader {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Header.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:220px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} .NiernanFooter {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Footer.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} p.wc {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> - Saul Stormbringer - 06-13-2012 [html]
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The bird had become somewhat panicked when Niernan had laid her out flat and Saul couldn't help the small smile on his lips. It had always been clear that Niernan was sympathetic towards other animals- he'd been interested in Hermes and Artan when they'd first met afterall. The soft sounds of his cooing was received but for the most part ignored- it was for the small bird pinned to the floor and Saul continued on in silence. The swipe to the chest was received with a soft squark from the bird- he understood perfectly that witchhazel stung at the best of times, especially when it was concentrated in an oil. He continued, wiping away the dried blood and cleaning out the chest area with efficiency. He glanced up however as Niernan responded to his question. Green eyes widened just slightly when he saw the grin on his cousins face at the mention of the golden female. His own question was asked and Saul considered it for a moment. #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] - Niernan Stormbringer - 06-13-2012 [html] Yay Turnip :: 280 :: Nier was fascinated by Sauls quick working hands, he knew that he would never have the patience to be a healer, but he admired those that did. He nodded as his cousin admitted to having met Grace in the mountains, it seemed that she liked to wander and as such met others on her little wanders. Niers smile had remained as he thought of the golden wolf, she was interesting, to say the least. Word Count ~ 280 <style>.NiernanBody .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: center;} .NiernanBody p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .NiernanBody { font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; background-position: center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:px 0px 10px 0px; min-height:273px; width:597px;} .NiernanHeader {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Header.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:220px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} .NiernanFooter {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Footer.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} p.wc {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> |