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- Baird Byrne - 07-15-2012 [html] Word Count :: 610 Forward dated to 17.07.12 If that's ok? Optime form (loinclothed). Pan, Gelar and one pup around. Near the river/stream thing? Life was a little quieter now with only one pup remaining. Pangari had more time to herself and was playing and racing with Gelar a lot more, leaving Baird to look after her remaining pup. He was no longer suckling and purely on meat now, slivers of whatever Baird or Pan caught went to him, but he was showing some hunting instinct himself, catching insects. He had caught a small bird yesterday and had proudly paraded it for Baird and Pan to see. The dingo was very proud of the pup, knowing that he would be able to take care of himself once he left Bairds care. What made Baird even more happy was that the pup had presented the bird to his mother, showing a sense of duty. He was glad that the pup had picked up manners from him and Pan, he would credit Gelar as well, but the bird was as uncouth as it was possible to be. 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The doubting and full blown depression. Not like she wasn't brooding and depressing as a default. But with all her mistakes with Dymtr and Jandro gave her more to brood about that ever. And that was on top of her quarrels with Jaroslaw, which automatically pulled up the subject of Sarajevo into the row. Confinement to secui form was another thing she was annoyed about. Although she'd never do this in any other form (for it was the body she felt strongest and most comfortable in. Thick coat and muscles) it made her job, tending the animals, near impossible. Jaroslaw could only help so much, he had his own tier to work in after all. Although the burden had been lifted with the addition of Unatsi. The hybrid paced along the border trails in a mild huff. A scent caught her nose and she followed it, because it was foreign and in her territory (or as she saw it, AniWaya was her pack, the place she pledged loyalty to). As she approached a tan male, cluttered with strange animals, she spoke. 'You are near AniWayan lands' it was a heavily accented statement, but one without warning. Bland and patient. .ioleave b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #c7ad8d; } .ioleave p {text-indent:0px; padding:6px 16px; margin:0px;} .ioleave {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#10293d; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 079ccc.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #74644e; padding: 3px 0px 230px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#609aae; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Baird Byrne - 07-30-2012 [html] Word Count :: 312 Sorry for the wait and crappy post sweetheart. White rimmed ears picked up on the sounds of anothers approach, he moved his head around slightly to glance over his shoulder, verdant orbs flicking over the large secui form of a thickly furred red and white collie looking canine. She stopped not too far away and simply stated that he was on the borders of Aniwaya. He smiled to himself and gave a low chuckle, he twisted as he stood, turning around to face the secui. He bowed his head and cocked it to one side in a single movement, her tone was neutral and fairly bland but her body language shouted that she was pissed about something. He decided not to verbally prod the woman, he had found that females tended to become offended easily and some would attack. He wasn't looking for more scars and he had his animals to think of. He had to take a moment to rein in his sarcastic tongue, he was helped by Gelar, the bird running his large beak through Bairds face fur and then giving it a sharp yank. The dingo gave a wordless cry of pain and flapped his hand-paw at the kookaburra, the brown and white avian took off from his shoulder and cackled loudly as he found a tree to rest in. "Jammy bugger!" He muttered before turning his attention back to the bi-coloured woman. "Ah, sorry about him." He rubbed his face where Gelar had bitten him and sent a smile the womans way, "Am I too close to the border? I caught a whiff and thought I was far enough away. I can move on if you want?" 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She blinked, slowly, and nothing more. He apologised and Io shook her head, 'The animal has control over itself, not you. It is no horse...' She didn't want an apology, it was a dumb bird and not like a trainable and controllable horse. But, too worn out to argue, she shrugged in response. It was a horrible feeling, the type that sinks you and never goes away. The reason for it was the fact that Io was turning out just like her mother. Children that hated her, a mateship in shambles. At least her mother keep her extra marital activities private. Io felt that Jaroslaw at least deserved that. 'No' Io said simply. 'You are not to close. I jsut thought I would inform you just in case...' There was no malice in her tone or body language, just exhaustion and sadness. Silver eyes glanced to the strange creature beside him, and with not a moment of hesitation, she spoke. 'What is that?' .ioleave b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #c7ad8d; } .ioleave p {text-indent:0px; padding:6px 16px; margin:0px;} .ioleave {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#10293d; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 079ccc.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #74644e; padding: 3px 0px 230px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#609aae; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Baird Byrne - 07-31-2012 [html] Word Count :: 283 Ugh, awful post Baird chuckled at the womans words, it was true enough that he had no control over Gelar. If he had picked the bird up as a chick he could have trained him like he'd seen other dingoes do with raptors, but Gelar had been full grown when he'd befriended the bird, he couldn't train him now even if he wanted to. He nodded sagely, "Fair dinkum, he ain't no brumby." He shot the bird a look, the glance promising minor violence later. Gelar simply laughed in response, preening his feathers dismissively. Baird shook his head a little and chuckled, rubbing his cheek again, the spot still a little sore. Photo courtesy of pierre pouliquin <style>.KMTT24611_BBTQ1 p {padding:0px 1px 5px 1px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .KMTT24611_BBTQ1 b {font-family:verdana; color:#631a19; margin:5px; font-size:9px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .KMTT24611_BBTQ1 {background-color:#daac9a; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/6223/bairdbyrne.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:289px 0px 5px 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;} .KMTT24611_BBTQ1 .inner {margin:0 20px; border-radius:0px; border:0px ; } .KMTT24611_BBTQ1 .ooc {text-align:left; font-family:verdana; color:#000000; font-size:9px; padding:1px 18px 0px 18px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> - Io Berlin - 08-01-2012 [html] OOC Io's ears and eyes twitched at the other male's words. Understanding most of them, but stumbling over the slang words mentally, after all English wasn't her first language. Nevertheless, she nodded confidently, practically unable to show any un sureness. Heads up... Her mind motored silently across the saying and then she spoke, now confident of it's meaning after searching her mind. 'It is no problem. Physical confrontation would not be at risk here however, we wish to keep our borders safe'. Her words were neutral, more welcoming than before but only slightly friendly. She listened intently to the male speak of the creatures. Just the sheer exoticness was reason enough for her to say yes. But, moving forward, silver eyes pointed at the small creature almost hypnotically, Io questioned, 'Does it do anything?' Red ears lifted in order to hear a response while she looked at the small, otter looking creature. They flickered between the pup and it's parent. She couldn't say she'd ever heard of a tiger quoll, Australia was a long, very long, way away from eastern Europe. .ioleave b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #c7ad8d; } .ioleave p {text-indent:0px; padding:6px 16px; margin:0px;} .ioleave {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#10293d; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 079ccc.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #74644e; padding: 3px 0px 230px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#609aae; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Baird Byrne - 08-07-2012 [html] Word Count :: 258 Apologies for the rubbish post, completely forgot what i write before the deletion. Baird nodded as the other spoke of keeping their borders safe, he could appreciate that, but he was also happy that he was in no danger at their borders. He resolved to keep a fair distance from borders in the future, unless he needed anything and was prepared to call that is. 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Io's ears flickered with the movements of the small quoll pup. 'Mischief?' she echoed, raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk. 'Remind me to craft a cage' she mused mentally, looking up to them golden male and smiling. 'A hunter you say? Well, extra food is most welcome' she commented softly. Silver eyes floated down to the smaller creature and back up to the bigger adult. Rats were a common enough problem for livestock tenders and having something to hunt them would be useful enough. Especially if it was exotic like these tiger quolls. Having secured in her mind that the creature had use aside from being cute and rare, Io was much more happy with her prior made decision to take up the offer of a new pet. But of course she still had questions to ask, though they were insignificant ones. 'How easy are they to train?' she asked, silver eyes moving back up to the golden male. - Baird Byrne - 08-12-2012 [html] Word Count :: 316Crappy post Baird chuckled as the other canine smirked and raised her eyebrows, questioning what he meant by mischief, "He's still a pup yet, he likes to play and they get a little bit boisterous sometimes, but a quick telling off'll put 'im straight." He said. He thought he had the quoll pup sold to her by the way she was talking, he couldn't help the grin that spread across his muzzle and the frisson of excited energy that tingled down his spine as he made more and more connections in this strange new country. 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She'd cared for puppies before. Male mostly, and weren't males more ambitious than females? 'So they are like cats?' she questioned, 'They chase by default?' That certainly was useful, it would be easier than chasing rats herself. Smaller creatures could get into smaller places and that meant Io could do her job without interruption. Her white tipped tailed flickered happily behind her, a sign that she'd fully accepted the deal. 'What do you need?' she questioned. The hybrid leant down to the quoll as he stuck his paw out. She almost felt cruel to steal him away form his pseudo family, but he'd surely be happy in AniWaya. Io held her own paw out to him as he wiggled away from Baird and towards her. Her sniffed at her paw gingerly, before propping himself up on to paws. With a glance back to Baird, he clambered up upon Io, crawling up her front leg and roosting happily between her shoulders. 'I think he will be fine...' Io mused, peering over her shoulder. .yuib2 b {color:#fff; font-weight:normal;} .yuib2 p {text-indent:30px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin: 0px 0px 5px 0px;} .yuib2 {font-family:calibri; font-size:12px; color:#CB6C1D; line-height:15px; padding:240px 0px 5px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; outline:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FLfIm.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-color:#883B01; width:480px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html] - Baird Byrne - 08-27-2012 [html] Word Count :: 260 Finished? or would you like to post once more? Also, sorry for the epic wait. He nodded, "Kinda like a cat, yeah." He let the wriggling quoll pup go and watched as he approached the secui woman, hopping up onto her paw before scrambling up to settle between her vast shoulders. From there the pup chirruped at Baird, the dingo man shooting a smile his way, "Comfy?" He asked the pup, happy to see the pup having fun. He looked to the woman as she offered something in return for the pup, Baird shook his head, "I don't need anything in return for him, I'm just glad he has a safe place to live." He could feel the grin as it slipped onto his muzzle, it seemed that was his default facial expression, he nodded at the other as she voiced her prediction, "I think he will be fine too." 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