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- Alyssum de Fonte - 06-15-2012 [html] The dress she is wearing. :> Assuming that there is a slow dance part of the night, too. xD And don't mind Aly being girly for once, it will soon wear off. <3 Word Count → 328 Alyssum took another sip of the wine as the crowd began to disperse after the leaders’ speeches, and the music picked up in volume yet still held the gentle tone like any classic ball. Soon, she found herself as the odd man out, but she was perfectly fine with that; while she leaned against a wall, one hand still cradling the glass and the other crossed around her torso, she watched various wolves chat and listened to some of their conversations. But, she mostly watched the various couples dance and the outfits they wore, and thought how smartly and beautifully they were dressed. It was as if she was watching a fairy tale waltzing off of the page to dance before her eyes, and the sight alone made up for her lack of company. She looked down at her down apparel to make sure it was still neat, and couldn’t help but feel like she should have made a fancier dress. It was plain to say at the least, dyed the rich purple that was one of Casa’s colors, but she liked it, though she wondered what others thought of her when they took a chance glance at her while talking or dancing. But, she did not allow herself to become self-conscious, and fixed a loose strand of her hair that had fallen out of place. As far as she was concern, she was formal enough, even if she wasn’t the flashiest one at the party. As the ball dwindled on, she realized that the band was starting to play slower and softer, and thought that it must have been the slow dance part of the night. She smiled to herself, and watched as lovers and mates started to pair with each other, and could not help but feel immerse with them. Usually, she was not the romantic type, but she was still a woman at heart, and sighed as she watched the couples sway to the music. Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to Wiki Commons! <style>.alyalyssum-ballroom { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/llvwo.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d7bd82; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#574d35; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .alyalyssum-ballroom b {color:#f8da95; } .alyalyssum-ballroom b.m {color:#575a75; } .alyalyssum-ballroom p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .alyalyssum-ballroom p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .alyalyssum-ballroom .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .alyalyssum-ballroom .wordcount {color:#857551; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #857551; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 06-15-2012 [html] occ: picture of Jazzy's shoulder armor on his profile if you're curious. Still wearing cloak and gauntlets as well. Word Count → 300+
Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to pareeerica <style>.alyjazper-1 { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3bqtI.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2d4af; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 325px 0px; color:#f4f7c7; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .alyjazper-1 b {color:#8e9072; } .alyjazper-1 b.m {color:#575a75; } .alyjazper-1 p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .alyjazper-1 p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .alyjazper-1 .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .alyjazper-1 .wordcount {color:#f4f7c7; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #f4f7c7; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Alyssum de Fonte - 06-17-2012 [html] ooc here Word Count → 343 He was hard to miss, being as tall as he was, but she pretended that she did not see Jazper, not knowing if he was on his way to speak to the Artisans’ leader or some other canine and she did not want to disturb him. When she thought that, though, for some reason she felt a little disappointed; when she thought about it, she guessed she wanted to spend time with him though she was resigned to the fact he was a busy wolf. It was an odd feeling, but she did not have long to think it over. When he spoke to her, she smiled at first that he came over to her, but it turned a bit more mocking as his words finally reached her ears. “Are you implying that there’s something better to watch?” she asked the male playfully, “Because, I wouldn’t mind some suggestions.” Alyssum was a bit taken aback when Jazper winked at her, but she managed to hide her meekness by glancing back towards the crowd to compose herself. “Anyways, this ball is just wonderful. You, Skye, everyone just outdone themselves, really. It’s a bit… fancy for my taste.” She looked over to the hired band to prove her point. “But, I guess it doesn’t hurt to dress up and waltz around.” While she enjoyed the dance more than she would let on, she wanted to keep a nonchalant view to it, to show that she was a tough canine even when she was wearing a dress. The de Fonte was a fighter for Casa at the end of the day, and did not want to seem weak in front of her leader. She took another sip of her drink as her gaze went back to the dancing crowd, and could not help but be lost in it for another moment before turning back to the Sole. “I see you took the chance to dress up as well,” she stated, pointing at the gauntlets and pauldron he was adorning. “I never saw you wear those before.” Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to Wiki Commons! <style>.alyalyssum-ballroom { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/llvwo.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d7bd82; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#574d35; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .alyalyssum-ballroom b {color:#f8da95; } .alyalyssum-ballroom b.m {color:#575a75; } .alyalyssum-ballroom p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .alyalyssum-ballroom p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .alyalyssum-ballroom .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .alyalyssum-ballroom .wordcount {color:#857551; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #857551; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 06-23-2012 [html] occ: Corny Jazper is Corny. Word Count → 400+
Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to pareeerica <style>.alyjazper-1 { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3bqtI.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2d4af; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 325px 0px; color:#f4f7c7; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .alyjazper-1 b {color:#8e9072; } .alyjazper-1 b.m {color:#575a75; } .alyjazper-1 p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .alyjazper-1 p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .alyjazper-1 .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .alyjazper-1 .wordcount {color:#f4f7c7; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #f4f7c7; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Alyssum de Fonte - 06-25-2012 [html] [/html] - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 07-21-2012 [html] OOC: Word Count → 300+
Her giggles were contagious, causing his own laughter to burst forward. “Suit yourself then.” He teased lightly. The Knight was normally not so forward but he had already had enough wine to feel the warm and extra courage that came with alcohol and in all honesty he was happy. At her rebuttal Jazper simply nodded and rolled his eyes, “Yep. Biggest party girl I ever did meet.” He would have continued on, he knew Aly to have her fun in her own way, but her compliments on his leather armor caused him to beam. He had instantly fallen in love with the three-piece set and quickly adjusted his formal wear to show of the shoulder piece. He wasn’t sure if he would ever wear them into a fight as his pride in their beauty made him want to hide them away for special occasions but it was nice to show them off. “I never asked her actually. Thought it rude to question such a wonderful gift.”
Leading the coywolf onto the dance floor he chuckled lightly at her comment, “It’s very difficult for someone so large to hold any grace.” Placing both hands on her waist he lifted her onto his feet, wrapping one arm behind her for support before grasping her hand with his own. “Guess I’ll have to teach you.” He teased with a wink. While continuing to support her he began to shuffle his feet to the music, turning in a circular motion. “Once you get it you can go back on the floor, promise.”
Glancing over at Ismeme, who stood with Hadley, he wondered out loud, “I bet she can’t wait for the pups to arrive. I remember when my kids were pups like it was yesterday. It’s nice not to run after them all the time now but you miss their innocence and playfulness." Looking down at the girl he asked with a raised eyebrow, “Have you ever have pups or a mate in your past?” She was old enough to have had pups before and defiantly old enough to have had a romantic life before joining Casa but Alyssum’s past was a complete mystery to Jazper, whose history was the same as the packs Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to pareeerica <style>.alyjazper-1 { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3bqtI.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2d4af; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 325px 0px; color:#f4f7c7; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .alyjazper-1 b {color:#8e9072; } .alyjazper-1 b.m {color:#575a75; } .alyjazper-1 p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .alyjazper-1 p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .alyjazper-1 .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .alyjazper-1 .wordcount {color:#f4f7c7; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #f4f7c7; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Alyssum de Fonte - 07-30-2012 [html] (449) favorite post in this thread by far. c< <3[/html] - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 08-14-2012 [html] OOC: Word Count → 300+
Her softly whispered words made his ears perk up, wanting to catch every word. She was so much smaller than him, that it didn’t take any effort to balance her on top of his large padded paws. She was leaner than Ghita had been, the Italian wolfess had been made to take a hit and boy had she known how to put him in his place. Although Aly was perfectly capable handling herself but she carried herself differently than the Marino woman had. It intrigued him. Mimicking her lead in a hushed voice he reassured her, “You’ve got all the time in the world you need.” In truth it was nice to hold a female so close to him, but in innocence. It had been awhile since he danced with a single female without worrying about anything physical happening.
In the back of his mind it pleased him that Alyssum had yet to have a positive relationship with a male. "Too bad. I’m sure you’ll make some guy very happy some day." As an after thought he chuckled, "If not happy certainly fat." It was no secret that Aly had taken on the role of the main provider of the pack. She was always out hunting something and it wouldn’t surprise the Sole if he couldn’t name a prey she had yet to kill. Her question surprised him but he attempted to remain calm and cool as he led her around the dance floor. “Her name was Ghita Marino, the sister to my Alphess in Crimson Dreams. She came over from Italy hardly speaking a word of English and I made it my duty to teach her. Everything seemed perfect but after our second litter she became a bit distant. She permanently hurt her leg in an accident and grew angry, she hated to feel useless.” He smiled fondly at the memory of her yelling at Aro, waving her walking stick.
“Anyway long story short when I told her I wanted to make Casa to better protect my family and friends she called me a traitor and disloyal to her family. She kicked me out of the manor and once her sister got hold of the information Savina told me to decide what I wanted to do from the other side of the borders.” His brow was now frowned slightly. It was a painful day for him. The Marino’s had felt betrayed by him and he had felt betrayed by them. He had been a loyal friend and mate for years, was it so terrible that he wanted to be more. “Clearly I decided to go through with Casa, though sometimes I feel as though Tony blames me for the break up, and he wouldn’t be wrong exactly. I just wanted to do more with my life, do my family name and Fenris proud.”
“ My father always told me that if there was one thing worth doing in life it was making the world safe for those you love, and I believe that is exactly what I want to do.” Realizing he had rambled on and his grip on the girls hand had become firmer he relaxed his grip, “Sorry. It was all very complicated, but it’s been some time now and I wouldn’t change my decisions.” A smile crept back onto his face, “Besides, the past is meant to make us better people, no?” Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to pareeerica <style>.alyjazper-1 { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3bqtI.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2d4af; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 325px 0px; color:#f4f7c7; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .alyjazper-1 b {color:#8e9072; } .alyjazper-1 b.m {color:#575a75; } .alyjazper-1 p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .alyjazper-1 p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .alyjazper-1 .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .alyjazper-1 .wordcount {color:#f4f7c7; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #f4f7c7; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] |