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- Ángel Fàbregas i Reus - 06-07-2012 [html] he's dicking around the old ddm grounds, dated when evers good for you Word Count → 000 Angel's horse moved swiftly across the unfamiliar ground. The pale creature had never ventured this far South, and in a similar vein neither had Angel. He'd never concerned himself with what the southerners were doing with themselves. All his business remained in Inferni, after all it had been too dangerous to leave the pack lands and it needed protecting after all. But now the danger had seeped away, or at least, so it seemed. And that was a good enough excuse to leave the pack lands for Angel. 'Allez, vaja!' the coal pelted Catalan male shouted, as the horse grew restless along a field. Readying himself he allowed the horse to move into a relaxed trot and then onto a speedy gallop. The horse tired a few moments later, bouncing to a stop, with his pale legs strong under the combined weight of his body and his master. The Spaniard dismounted quickly, releasing the horse's bridle to loosen the girth of it's saddle and finally the let the horse move away to rest. Bending down towards a nearby stream, Angel sat down upon the bank, giving out a heavy sigh. .angelona b {font-weight:bold; color:#214030; letter-spacing:1px; font-size:13px;} .angelona p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .angelona {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#648373; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xs34B.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #214030; padding: 0px 0px 520px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#a3bd94; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .angelona .wordcount {color:#214030; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #a3bd94; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .angelona .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 06-23-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Ángel Fàbregas i Reus - 06-30-2012 [html] short because my brain is full of wat <3 Word Count → 000 The horse saw the woman before Angel did. Raising his head to inspect the creature who ignored him. He was far from offended, but interest in the strange other being who he'd not seen before. She didn't smell like Inferni, nor Ana and nor Myrika. This stranger, while not worth ignoring, was not worth a further inspection as she seemed to posed no threat to the stallion. Angel however, sat up when he realised he had company. He didn't know who it was and they didn't smell familiar. The silence spoke for itself almost and Angel stood, staring at the woman. 'Good morning' the foreign greeting rolled off his tongue oddly, he almost never greeted people in English, no matter where they came from. It was just his... Thing? The nearby brook gurgled lazily in the cool air of the undergrowth. Birds in the skies and trees chirped together and somewhere, in all these bushes, rabbits would be chewing at the grass. There was a moment of silence between Angel and the stranger, but it was filled with the above noises and therefore didn't seem so empty. 'Did you want something?' he asked. .agenldasut .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .agenldasut p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .agenldasut b {color:#cdb705; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .agenldasut {background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... ank1-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#00000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:490px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#ffffff;} .agenldasut .inner {margin:0px 10px 330px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#000000;} .agenldasut .wordcount {color:#595959; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #000000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 07-02-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Ángel Fàbregas i Reus - 07-08-2012 [html] OOC sup bitches? / +yo numbah! The woman's forwardness didn't bother him. Not in the slightest. But he stood all the same and called the horse towards him, 'Allez, venir aquí...' with a swift fluidness that told everyone the language was the one he spoke most naturally. The horse trotted over, giving a huff of greeting towards the male as he did so. Angel's hand snaked up the stallion's snout. Crystal blue eyes regarded the horse's own dark orbs. He was not about to make an argument over such a trivial thing. My apologies, I did not pay attention to the markings. But...' Angel stated, pausing to mount the horse with one swift swing. 'As you may have noticed, this is communal area. If privacy is what you desire, then by all means, join a pack and find it. There are many people who do not hold ranks nor loyalty to any one. Some of them may not be as understanding as I am'. It wasn't a threat, nor advice. Angel was merely pointing out something that, obviously, this grey woman would know as a loner. Looking down from upon his horse, Angel shrugged. He didn't see how loners, and those with no ties to anyone, no loyalty could deservedly claim a slice of land as their own. How on earth would one protect it. 'I am no intruder, senyoreta'. He waited for a reply, half expecting not to get one as the horse shifted its weight underneath him. .angryangelfir b {font-weight:bold; color:#a7a7a7; letter-spacing:1px;} .angryangelfir p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .angryangelfir {margin:0 auto; width:490px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 1b4703.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#293531; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Vesle Soul - 08-09-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Ángel Fàbregas i Reus - 08-10-2012 [html] it's assumption mostly, he figures why would someone be in the wilderness for no reason if they had a pack XD also apologised for Angel's dickheadishness <3 Word Count → 000 Angel rolled his eyes, 'Join a pack if you want further privacy' he instructed , rolling his shoulders into and shrug. 'And if you cannot see, I am on a horse and gathering my reins, that means I am leaving...' he mused to her, his voice a tad condesending. Coal dish ears flicked as she spoke again. A wolf in Inferni's lands? It was an amusing thought, but her threats and instances meant nothing to Angel. Neither did the sarcasm which, with an older sibling and a younger sister, he was fairly used to. 'Senyoreta...' he began, a sickly sweet Catalan title rolling off his tongue, 'If you were on my pack lands, you would be in a paella'. It's make a strange change from rabbits as per usual. 'You've heard on Inferni, no?' he questioned casually, ignoring her advance with a flash of white. How cute. .agenlsanta .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .agenlsanta p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .agenlsanta b {color:#595959; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .agenlsanta {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/RHmGD.png); 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:450px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#595959;} .agenlsanta .inner {margin:0px 10px 360px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#000000;} .agenlsanta .wordcount {color:#595959; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #000000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 08-27-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Ángel Fàbregas i Reus - 08-28-2012 [html] meh short ;-; Word Count → 000 Angel smiled softly, something usually reserved for those he cared for. But this however, had a sickly sweet hint to it. A hint of barbed wire in his grin and crystal blue eyes. 'No. I did not. My pack did. I do not murder'. This was a lie, he did murder. But not for little reason. After all, he could not see a woman, a mother, being a thorn in Inferni's side and therefore he assumed her murder was petty or something along the lines of such. His murders in the past had been submitted with money, he had been a hit man on the Catalan streets. And a damn good one at that. But he'd made sure they had not been petty quarrels, for they were the ones he had turned down with a derisive snort. Oh, he had his morals of course. As questionable as they could be. Angel watched calmly as the woman stood, claws unsheathed and holding a broad stance. Though Angel was far from daunted. Death wasn't something that particularly scared him. He'd faced more plentiful and scarier enemies after all. With a click of his tongue the horse reared as a warning. Allez wasn't particularly large, nor very broad, but he was still a sight to behold. .agenl1dasut .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .agenl1dasut p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .agenl1dasut b {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .agenl1dasut {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... f032e8.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5e0211; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:490px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#ffffff;} .agenl1dasut .inner {margin:0px 10px 260px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#000000;} .agenl1dasut .wordcount {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #000000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 09-12-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
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