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- Niernan Stormbringer - 06-29-2012 [html] WC:: 584 - 29/06/12. Just outside Jordheim. Optime form. Ciarans about! Niernans little scouting trip hadn't kept him away from the pack for too long, but it seemed that in the time he had been gone there had been an influx of joiners and he was sorely behind when it came to greetings and getting to know his pack. He was trying to remedy that, but it seemed that, just like before, he was constantly distracted by something new. He thought back to the meeting he had had with the dark stranger, Toby, at the borders of the pack. That interaction had also come on a day when he had only thought of meeting new pack members, but after then he had gone scouting, returning with a few tidbits for Saul, Lilin, Coli and a few others. So it wasn't strange that he was now wandering through the woods around Jordheim, not sure if he should re-enter the village or if he should explore the woods a little more. .neicait03 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } .neicait03 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .neicait03 b {color:#5d342c; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#090504 0px 1px 0px; } .neicait03 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6bS9l.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:4px solid #56322c; 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;} .neicait03 .inner {margin:312px 25px 15px 25px; 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:215px; overflow:auto;} </style> - Harrow D'Angelo - 06-29-2012 [html] Word Count :: 401 <3 Rolling over she curled herself around the lynx, Omitl's small form wrapped up smugly against the midnight girls stomach as the pair napped in the sun within the garden that she herself had cleared; it was one of the few places starting to look remotely reasonable, Hael having started clearing out and working on reinforcing the house by himself, deeming her too useless to aid him in anyway. Not that she was going to complain about a free pass in having to do work, although the lack of an agemate or friend within the pack left her little else to do aside from laze around in the enclosed garden with Omi. Scattered around her with various weights upon them lay the girls sketches, having begun work on mapping out the village, Jordheim as it was apparently named, so that there was at least a beneficial task for her to do if and when she felt compelled to do something. Reaching out from her position on the ground she plucked one of the sketches up, bringing it close to her face whilst keeping herself still as not to wake Omi, the female lynx was just as irritable as her master when awoken. Observing the lines that she had roughly scribbled down she compared them to her memory, instantly pick up faults in the map in the centre most area of which she had spent the least time in. Pushing of the ground lightly she tucked the paper into her pocket, caring little if it got crumpled in the process before bending down and scooping up the limp form of a sleep Omi. “You wanna come with me and do so more map work?” she asked, running her hand over the cats head briefly for placing her back down, watching with obvious amusement as the lynx stretched out and glared up to the darker girl but made no attempt to leave, of which she took as the felines consent. “Hael, i'm heading out” she called, quickly making her way through the house she shared with the brindle hybrid and out the door, picking up her bag of drawing equipment in the process, Omi trailing behind her. Once outside she stepped onto the main trail, pausing as unfamiliar scents reached her, vibrant eyes seeking out the source of the scent. “Hello?” her voice was soft, one she used with everyone not close to her. 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It seemed that he had wandered close to one of the border houses of Jordheim, the catty smell mingling with two unfamiliar but Vinattan tinged canine scents. He straightened and shook out his shoulders, relaxing a little, figuring that the cat smell would be tied up with them and they could explain. It was then that a soft and female voice caught his attention. His ears stood erect and swivelled in the direction of the voice. His mind automatically flicked to Grace, even though he knew the timbre of her voice, and was confident that it wasn't her, it seemed he couldn't stop thinking of her. He realised then that he had obsessive stalker potential. He shook himself again and stepped forwards, replying to the soft call. "Hello. Sorry for intruding." .neicait03 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } .neicait03 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .neicait03 b {color:#5d342c; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#090504 0px 1px 0px; } .neicait03 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6bS9l.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:4px solid #56322c; 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;} .neicait03 .inner {margin:312px 25px 15px 25px; 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:215px; overflow:auto;} </style> - Harrow D'Angelo - 06-29-2012 [html] Word Count :: 375 Little fake angel Harrow Hiking up her bag a fraction, the contents rattled and banged audibly behind her, although she was sure the pots and items within were stored in properly sealed containers so it mattered little if she knocked it around carelessly as she had just done. Wrapping around her legs, Omi rubbed against the dark girl before seating herself beside her feet, following the newly ranked Risna's gaze towards the approaching wolf/cat duo, a small part of her wanted to call for Hael to come out and deal with the male; since joining she had only really spoken with Liam and Hael after no doubt royally annoying the woman that had accepted her into the pack and so she had been trying to keep her head down and make herself useful. Titling her head the D'Angelo simple stared at the male in silence for a second, debating whether she was in any mood to tolerate the presence of a stranger when she had work she intended to do, arms wrapping loosely around her stomach, bag dangling from her right hand as the male spoke to her in such an overly friendly manner she wasn't all to sure how she wanted to respond. He was pack, not too bad looking, although bland when compared to her beloved brother Hael and most certainly male, which made him somewhat acceptable company. “Nahyt Savin. I live here with my brother Hael” she provided the male in response, “And this is Omitil, she isn't huge on high speech” she added, vibrant eyes flicking down to the lynx which hugged closely to the girls legs before returning back to the darker male. “I was about to start correcting the map draft I started of the village... if you want to tag along” words were spoken softly, silky smooth and seemingly innocent compared to her harsher, more confrontational manner of speech directed at women, Hael and Tobias. Shoulders rising as she dipper her head low, holding herself somewhat submissively, conscious of the male's higher rank of which deemed her respect, something that had been engraved into her since her time within Salsola with her family. Submit to the superiors, lie sweetly and act fake, earning favours with gifts and escaping trouble with bribes, such was the environment she was raised within. 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Niers eyes darted to and fixed on the Lynx, now identified as Omitil. She was a rather pretty little lynx, and Nier knew he was staring. He couldn't help it, being just a wee bit obsessed with felines, "A pleasure to meet you Nahyt." He gave the dark female a friendly smile, before crouching and mewling a greeting to Omitil in Low Speech, his experiences and lessons with Ciaran apparently paying off. .neicait03 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } .neicait03 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .neicait03 b {color:#5d342c; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#090504 0px 1px 0px; } .neicait03 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6bS9l.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:4px solid #56322c; 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;} .neicait03 .inner {margin:312px 25px 15px 25px; 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:215px; overflow:auto;} </style> - Harrow D'Angelo - 06-29-2012 [html] Word Count :: 412 And she has to make conversation hard on purpose :| Turning she began to head down the heavily green surrounded trail that lead to the village, failing into what she personally saw as a comfortable silence but then the midnight lass had always preferred solitude and quiet over wasted, idle chit chat, preferring to simply answer questions. It was how she was and would likely always would be, unless she was making a point to irritate Hael that was... then all standard traits and fixed mannerisms flew out of the window and she was nothing more then a happy, outgoing little girl for a brief, rare moment. Walking over the dirt and worn down grass she had to focus not to trip, growing irritable as Omitl weaved her way between her legs in an affectionate gesture, yes, but annoying regardless. As she moved she tied off her bag of equipment to the belt around her waist, for it wasn't all that heavy and she would need her hands free so that she could start correcting the map draft shoved in her pocket. Plucking the piece of paper out from her pocket she unfolded it and held it out before her with her left hand; it was practically all she could manage with the crippled arm these days. Rummaging around in her bag she pulled out her pencil, ears flicking back as the male broke the silence with pointless conversation. Watching the other cat approaching she gently pushed her feline companion away from her, encouraging the lynx to be sociable and smiled shyly when Omi complied, albeit hesitantly, moving over to investigate the strange male cat. Whilst Omi went off to make threads she mulled over the question posed to her; really, she was only living with Hael because she was an incompetent disabled child, unable to look after herself, something she was all to aware of. “Something like that” she responded, not willing to elaborate on hers and Hael's relationship to a stranger when she was no required to do so. Lifting her head she ran her eyes over the village as they walked, having progressed into the area in question of which she had identified as wrong. Holding out the piece of paper she angled it so that the other could see, “Would you say it's the shape of the fill or it's overall size” she asked, pointing at the hill-house in question before them and then it's roughly sketched outline upon the map, seeking a second opinion to her work. 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The dark furred female had a steady pace, her bag now tied off to her belt, leaving her hand-paws free to draw out a slightly crumpled piece of paper and a pencil from a pocket. She seemed a little distracted as Niernan babbled on, and he became aware that Nahyt was not the type for idle chit chat. He let his lips pull into a wry smile; it seemed just his luck to always encounter the canines that favoured silence over speech. He was aware he was chatty and over-friendly, it was part of his joker personality, but he could easily fall into the minimalistic approach if needed. It was also evident that the brother conversation had failed as she was now more immersed in her map than anything. .neicait03 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } .neicait03 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .neicait03 b {color:#5d342c; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#090504 0px 1px 0px; } .neicait03 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6bS9l.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:4px solid #56322c; 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;} .neicait03 .inner {margin:312px 25px 15px 25px; 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:215px; overflow:auto;} </style> - Harrow D'Angelo - 06-29-2012 [html] Word Count :: 367 <3 Intently she listened to the males opinion regarding the map; although she could see and memorise the general layout of the place she was still but a beginner in that art of map drawing, a diligent student who pushed her limits, yes, but new regardless. If she were to draw a portrait or replicate a landscape she has seen fairly recently then the grey scale D'Angelo would easily produce pieces of work in which she was both happy with and proud of.. map drawing on the other hand required her too look at things differently, most obviously she was drawing from above, a birds eye view as it was so named. Distances, shapes, ways of laying things out upon the paper she worked was different from the artistic styles and practices she had tried thus far, the challenge keeping her interested and the skill useful more so then her other lack of talents. Nodding as the male finished she sat herself down cross legged, bag thumping down upon the ground lightly to her side. Reaching in she pulled out a neatly bound large sheet of paper, rolling it out and placing weights to hold it in place, then repeating the same for her crumbled draft, only locating it just off to the side. Keeping in mind the males suggestions she rank her hand over the paper in confident, heavy strokes, producing lighter lines of which she then darkened when satisfied at them, all the while green eyes flicking up from the paper to the area in which she was drawing before returning to the white sheet. It didn't take long to roughly get it lined in, leaning back she inclined her head for the male to see. “Something like this?” she asked, smiling up to the male. With her map work started, the girl allowed for her attention to wonder for a moment, a tooth grin settling upon her rounded face as she spotted the two cats just a ways off. “They seem to be getting along; rare for Omi to take to anyone other then me and Hael” and my mum, she thought the last bit only to herself within the smallest part of her mind. 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Cerulean eyes watched with interest as the dark furred woman sat on the floor, paper rolled out before her, pencil flying across the white surface, sketching out a new map. He was fascinated by her skill, he had never deemed himself much of an artist, despite others, even his brother, telling him how good his wildlife sketches were, but he recognised skill in this girl. His eyes followed the traceries of lines, glancing up every now and then to look at the area in question. After she re-lined the map and held it up he nodded, "Much better." He rumbled. .neicait03 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } .neicait03 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .neicait03 b {color:#5d342c; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#090504 0px 1px 0px; } .neicait03 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6bS9l.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:4px solid #56322c; 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;} .neicait03 .inner {margin:312px 25px 15px 25px; 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:215px; overflow:auto;} </style> |