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- Grace D'Angelo - 06-11-2012 [html] Word Count :: 368 Blah post. AW; those who don't know, Grace is helplessly sarcastic and stalking Nier a little (i joke... somewhat) Change wasn't something new to the golden woman, nor the desire to strike out on her own and see how far she could go; she'd done it before, so long ago. But that was deep within the past, so much of her life she had spent within Anathema and it's maze of tunnels and caves that she found the very fact that she was considering leaving very... disconcerting. Seating herself cross-legged ocean filled eyes roamed over her room and it's small cluttered contents here and there, things she had acquired through her life and time in the cave dwelling pack thus far. This was her home, had been as such since it's founding and was she really considering the option of leaving it to pursue a foolish girls crush, on some guy likely oblivious to her slight interest in him because he saved her Turnip? Rising from the bed she began packing her things, concluding the fact that she was thinking about leaving as proof enough that she had already decided what she wished to do; if things didn't work out she could always come running back with her tail between her legs and whimpering to Naniko. Quickly she gathered all of her belongings; dumping all pack records and such just inside the Angelo's room along with a note as to her reasons for leaving, the golden girl not confident enough to leave the message to the white queen in fear of changing her mind in regards to going if she encounter the Angela. Then she left, with her few belongings strung over her shoulder and the rest attached to Mai, the paint mare lazily walking beside her. She had a rough idea of where she was going and as she walked the two pheasants ran out ahead and explored the changing landscape, darting in and out of the various foliage they encountered throughout their small journey. Eventually the wolf, horse and pheasants made their way to their desired borders, the golden woman pulling the paint mare to a stop beside her, shuffling about on the spot as she swung her dreaded head each way, before taking a calming breath and calling for someone to come assist 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 - 06-11-2012 [html] nyhah! miiiine!
This morning had dawned overcast and Saul had taken his usual morning routine with less than his usual vigor. Thoughts swirled unhelpfully around his mind- his worry for Lilin warring over everything else. He'd been informed by his cousin that Lilin had been to the borders the other day and it had infuriated the male. He hadn't specifically told her to stay at home, nor would she have listened if he'd asked her to. But he'd thought perhaps she would understand that her safety was greater than any matters at the border, but he had been grateful that Bran had accompanied her none the less. He'd woken this morning, making his mind that he would be going to see her tonight. Their confessions hadn't exactly been resolved and he knew their relationship would come to some kind of definition soon enough. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 345+ [/html] - Grace D'Angelo - 06-12-2012 [html] Word Count :: 311 xD Quickly her call was answered and at the approaching form of an familiar male a welcoming smile spread across her lips, a hand raised and wove idly as the other approached before returning to her mare's reigns, cautious of the horse and praying the mare didn't decide to play up and kick her hopefully new Alpha in the face, as interesting as that would be to watch. “Saul, it seems you have a habit of being oblivious to obvious things” she responded to his question, reflecting their past encounter where he'd overlooked her initially. Placing a left hand on her hip she shrugged her shoulders slightly in an attempt to convey she wasn't serious and meant no harm, not that such words or truth would be spoken aloud. Inclining her head a fraction she paused considering her next words carefully, for there would be no taking them back once spoken. “I guess i'm looking to join your pack. I mean, Anathema has many talent scholars and history keepers, they will live on without me perfectly fine” her smile wavered for a moment at the mention at her own home. Within her mind she understood it would be beneficial to leave and strike out on her own, to expand upon her skills and promote good will with the new pack and her old, but she'd only been gone a short time and she missed them, to the point she almost wanted to turn into a whimpering mess in front of Saul, only her pride keeping her from doing as such. “I know i'm not... the most ideal canine out there. But you know me, I can offer my skills with books, language and knowledge. All I ask is that you let me have a home here and this pack, your pack, do not harm that which was previously my home and family” 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 - 06-12-2012 [html] <33 A golden hand was raised in greeting as he approached and Saul allowed a little grin in return. He had come to the conclusion that he actually quite liked Grace, despite her sarcasm, and he felt a certain joy to find her at the borders. Even if she was here for official business, he would welcome her regardless. The soft sway of his tail slowed once as she quickly replaced the golden hand on the reigns of the horse, an almost worried glance given to the equine before she turned back. His words were met with her own jibe and Saul chuckled softly, his own shrug given in return to the casual lift of hers. "Yeah, I guess I do." He agreed, although he wanted to mention that he seemed only oblivious to her- he was usually on the ball with most situations, and Lilin's recently attack as well as the threat from the Dawnrunners had him watching the borders intensely. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 420+ [/html] - Grace D'Angelo - 06-12-2012 [html] Word Count :: 404 <33 She laughed lightly as the male responded to her little jab at him in an equally joking manner, clearly not taking offence at her words where others may have. Tightening the grip upon Mai's reigns she waited for his response to the rest of what she had said, knowing that what she had asked was nothing more then selfish but at the same time something she required, something that she needed to hear so that she could rest more easy with the choice to leave the cave dwelling pack behind her. For her who had remained in a state of no change for so long, the sudden change was overwhelming and throwing her typically confident self off balance more then she would like to admit. As Saul went to respond everything within her went perfectly still, the two pheasants following her suit and staring up to the two wolves with beady eyes filled with curiosity of some kind. Yet it appeared she was all worked up for nothing and the male's reassurances that her pack was safe meant more to her then anything. “Thank you, I know it was selfish of me to ask, but they are my family and although you have shown me nothing but good will I had to ask. And considering you're letting me in, they'd be my good books, no?” she flicked her dreads over her shoulder, bending down to pick up the bags which she was carrying, “Since just so you know, I'm a control freak when it comes to books, my books; no one is to mess with my books. But honestly, I appreciate. Anathema, they.. they mean a lot to me” she fixed her eyes down at the ground for a moment before clearing her mind and looking up confidently, more comfortable with her choice to leave now. “So how's the library you spoke of coming along and what can I do to help?” steeping forward she answered the male's question by simply following him, leading both horse and pheasants along with her. “Oh, and where can I leave Mai here? She's.. temperamental and i'd hate to see someone get kicked by her” pausing her lip twitched in silent humour, “Okay, i'd find it hilarious depending on the resulting injuries, but that's just me. So have you guys got a stables or an animal pen or something together or would I have to build her one?” 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 - 06-13-2012 [html] <33 Her lighthearted laugh was refreshing and Saul felt a corresponding grin slick across his lips. He was grateful that jibes like these were taken with such a response and he thought perhaps it might become a precedent for his future relationship with Grace. She would challenge him, he knew that already. But he also welcomed this challenge, because they would both benefit from a relationship that wasn't so heavy and dragging. Her body seemed to tense slightly as her questions was asked, breathing out a breath of relief when he professed Vinátta's neutrality on other packs. They had no interest in messing with other packs unless it was to set up trade and ally routes. He supposed having Grace here would mean that their chances of getting off in good stead with Anathema were increased. Her words caused him to look up from his thoughts, a serene smile on his face. "I understand Grace, you are not selfish." He said simply, perhaps able to pay the female a compliment while she was distracted and therefore unable to quip back at him. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 639+ [/html] - Grace D'Angelo - 06-20-2012 [html] Word Count :: 371 <33 Assuming Saul just laughs and shakes his head, not giving up where Nier lives :') A slow, mischievous grin spread across her lips “No worries there Saul. I'm a big girl, i'm sure I can show others how to respect my... possessions if they don't already know how to” as the words rolled off her tongue, her lips twitched with humour which was quickly followed by a short string of laughter. Trailing just behind the other she felt like a lost pup following an adult, ocean eyes flicking this way and that taking in the sights and trying to mesmerise as much as she could as to learn her way around as quickly as possible, although a small part of her continued to actively listen to Saul as he answered her bombardment of questions and explained more about the pack that was now hers to call her own, she supposed. “Sounds like a plan. So until the library is constructed where have you been keeping the packs books and knowledge or have you yet to start collecting such? I have some connections I can trade goods for knowledge with to add to our collection if need be, I'd have to see what you have first and determine if there’s anything needed worth trading for” she began to off an a tangent and as soon as she realised this she clicked her jaw shut and opted to continue listening to the other and following him, stopping outside what could only be described as the most unusual house she had come across in her life and that was from someone who lived in Anathema. Cocking her head to the side she hummed in thought, black lips pursing as she began to strip apart the building and figure out as to how it was supported and the construction of such a building, although crafting was by far not her strong point. It wasn't long until the male exited again, passing over a bundle of which she quickly pulled a part a noised through before responding “Thank you. So... where does Niernan live?” she asked completely serious, a toothy predator grin spreading across her face; she wouldn't deny that the male had caught her attention and she was sure to make her attention known to him as quickly as possible. 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