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- Saul Stormbringer - 07-31-2012 [html]
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Weeks of planning and preparation had gone into this rather large project. In moments where he'd had spare time and an extra pair of hands, Saul had taken to the trees. In the interest of preserving Vinátta's forests, Saul had tried to source the wood from outside their borders and his trips had taken him deep into the forests of the National Park. Bran had been a near constant companion on these trip and their technique at cutting down trees, processing them into something usable and transporting them back to Vinátta and the proposed building site. These preparations had been built around the chaos of the last month- the serious influx of new members, his mateship to Lilin, Temeraire taking flight from home and finding his own house to live it. Mentally, July had been a trying but certainly rewarding month. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Niernan Stormbringer - 07-31-2012 [html] Have a tired Nier. 5 pts +5 :: 583 :: Niernan had collapsed onto his bed in the early hours of the morning, his night time patrol had been exhausting and had taken it out of him more than usual. He had found himself jumping at shadows and chasing moonbeams, it seemed he was over tired and he reasoned that he needed a good rest to sort himself out. Yet his mind was as busy as ever, running through patrols, schedules and eventually coming to rest on the golden woman that was only a short distance away. A wry smile had spread across his lips before he had slipped into the blissful oblivion of sleep. Word Count ~ 583 <style>.NiernanBody .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: center;} .NiernanBody p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .NiernanBody { font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; background-position: center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:px 0px 10px 0px; min-height:273px; width:597px;} .NiernanHeader {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... 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Fritz had arrived at back in the middle of the feast but had chosen to skip it and spend some quality time with his mate. .fgrzy b {font-weight:bold; color:#c1d995; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #141b07; } .fgrzy p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fgrzy {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7a9051; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/9Iccb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 380px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#c7d0b5; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fgrzy p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fgrzy p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Ezra Rosen - 08-01-2012 [html] Ever since Saul had expressed interest in sprucing up the packlands with new buildings, the Hollr had gotten very excited. Carpentry was extremely relaxing to the man and it was a skill he had learned very easily thanks to Barry. He had indeed been a bit rusty because it had been quite a long time since he had thought about the knowledge he had picked up at Hillsburn, but the man had built shelves in his new home and thought a lot about how to improve Coli’s door, so he was on his way to sharpening his skills back up. Ezra had received his message early in the morning, and shifted accordingly. While he wondered idly what Wretch and Eli were doing, he went alone to the pack activity. Ezra must have taken a leisurely walk to get there because Niernan, Saul, and a dog Ezra only recognized by face were there already. He hoped he wasn’t too late! The husky was given a shovel by Saul and given instructions to dig. Ezra gripped the shovel carefully, wondering where to start. Anywhere would be good, he figured, and launched the metal into the dirt. It hit some rocks, but Ezra’s brute strength took care of that. Soon the man’s body was in a rhythm of digging and flinging but his mind was taken elsewhere. Ever’s light blue eyes seemed to glow just out of the corner of his eye, but he knew he was just seeing things. The man went back to looking at the dirt, deciding to not think about either pair of blue eyes that haunted him these days. .freebjuly27 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f48335; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #254e27; } .freebjuly27 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly27 {margin:0 auto; width:484px; background-color:#04b96a; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/7YD8K.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 140px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0b052c; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freebjuly27 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freebjuly27 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Wretch D'Angelo - 08-01-2012 [html]
.wretch-02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#82a75d; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #3a5a19; } .wretch-02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .wretch-02 {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#6e8755; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/PZAwW.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 310px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .wretch-02 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .wretch-02 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Harrow D'Angelo - 08-06-2012 [html] Nahyt Savin
Re-posting with her Word Count → 289 Construction was something she had participated in little, seeing it more as work slaves and lesser beings should have to deal with and suffer through, rather then getting her own hands dirty with such physical labour. Yet, this wasn't the pack she was born to and there were no slaves or lower ranks for her to impose the work on, which meant that everyone had to pitch in and do their part if the pack was to truly achieve anything, at least, that's what Hael had been repeatedly telling her until she caved and agreed to help out. Weak and unused to such work she didn't think she'd be more help, if anything she was sure she'd be a nuisance and just get in the way, regardless though she dragged herself out of her hill house and down to the site, vibrant eyes roaming over those that had gathered and already seemed to be digging into the work. Pausing she cocked her head to the side, pursing her lips as she observed each canines movements, picking up the gist of what they were doing and quickly went about mimicking those around her, throwing herself into the work alongside Hael, who seemed to be doing his own share and part of hers. Typical. Rolling her eyes she grunted and shoved the metal shovel head into the soil, angling her body so that she could get as much weight behind it as possible before easing it free and flinging it out of the way with a low moan. Suffice to say, she was quickly concluding that digging was one of the tasks she disliked and deemed beneath her, not that she'd voice such views in front of those gathered and working. image and table by raze <style type="text/css">@import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Codystar); .turtline b {font-weight:bold; color:#3c8928; letter-spacing:1px;} .turtline p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .turtline {margin:0 auto; width:98%; max-width:650px; background-color:#051b0f; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/o1XLv.png); background-position:bottom left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:10px 0px 180px 0px; font-family:garamond; font-size:16px; color:#e8efd8; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:16px; text-align:justify;} .turtline .name {text-align:center; font-family:'Codystar'; font-size:50px; line-height:25px; letter-spacing:1px; text-transform:uppercase; padding:20px 0px;} .turtline .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; border-top:2px dotted #3c8928; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px;} .turtline .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:13px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto; font-family:georgia;} </style>[/html] - Grace D'Angelo - 08-06-2012 [html] Word Count :: 401 Quick Grace post from me, just her making a point to admire the show and distract Nier a little.
Waking early with the rising of the sun, the golden librarian had dragged herself out of her bed, bleary eyes roaming around her room once before falling onto the bed, a soft smile upon her lips as she sighted her five small companions, sprawled out all around her. That certainly explained why no matter what she couldn't get comfortable at least. Propping herself up a fraction she plucked Leo off her stomach and placed the kitten to her side, laughing lightly as he opened his eyes only to stretch, take a few steps here and there and settle down again. Wriggling her way free from the mass of animals and blankets she rose onto two paws, stretching and yawning as she made her way out into the main room of her hill house, pausing before the shattered mirror that was mounted on the wall opposing the main door, making quick work to fiddle with her dreads and draw them up and away from the back of her neck. Appearance sorted she back tracked softly into her bedroom, scooping the two pheasants up she took them and placed them inside their pen, making sure the lock was secure; it wasn't her ideal way of treating them, seeing them more as friends then pets or livestock, but the two birds had destroyed more then enough of her house and more certainly proven themselves as untrustworthy and so she was left with no choice. Cabbage, Pumpkin and Leo were more well behaved and she had yet to come across anything that concerned her enough to not leave them free to roam. Checking that all the windows and doors were smugly shut she left to the work site, pausing just outside of the site where many had already gathered and begun working, ocean eyes instantly falling upon her dark knight, a sly, satisfied smile spreading across black lips as she watched him work. Nothing wrong watching his muscles stretch and flex, but there was a limit to how long she could stop and admire the show. Winding her way between everyone she acquired her own shovel and fell in place beside Nier, bumping her hip into his with a playful laugh, he way of saying welcome for the day. Greetings over, she turned her attention to the work and struck the shovel into the ground and began to crack on with the task at hand. Photo courtesy of Analog Weapon, texture by SweettEmottion <style>.KMTT_GraceGRunge p {padding:0px 1px 5px 1px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .KMTT_GraceGRunge b {font-family:verdana; color:#a85f4d; margin:5px; font-size:9px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .KMTT_GraceGRunge {background-color:#f5e9c5; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img713.imageshack.us/img713/8329/gracetable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:321px 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;} .KMTT_GraceGRunge .inner {margin:0 18px; border-radius:0px; border:0px ; } .KMTT_GraceGRunge .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> - Saul Stormbringer - 08-06-2012 [html]
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Pleasure at seeing his family gathered around was something that Saul couldn't quite get enough of. There was a real contentment in trusting others, in knowing they were just as invested in these little projects as oneself. Niernan's words were taken with a soft chuckle as he'd passed his cousin a shovel and allowed him to get on with it. There was no need to direct anyone- he'd clearly marked out the boundaries of the village hall and all they had to do was remove the dirt so that the stone foundations could be laid. He was surprised to see Wretch turn up, but he was grateful that she'd had the foresight to bring something to haul the mud away. The tarpaulins stretched out at strategic places and in no time at all, arcs of mud were making their way towards them. He was pleased to spot Fritz in the crowd and thought to ask him about Selene when they had the chance. His dark mate hadn't been around much and Saul wondered if there was anything he could do to help with that. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Niernan Stormbringer - 08-07-2012 [html] The song Nier is singing is 'Cockles and Mussles' just so y'all know. Grace PP was approved by Kitty. 7 pts :: 701 :: Niernan had been happily losing himself in his work, the rhythm of the digging taking over, his shoulders easily rising and falling with the scooping motion. He had noticed the arrival of others, the two giants among their pack, Fritz and Ezra, taking to the work as if it was entirely natural. He was aware of Wretch's appearance followed by the arrival of the dark furred Nahyt and her brindle brother, Hael. He smiled as he continued to hum, glad that the pack was coming together on this project. His smile broadened as a golden figure came into view, her hip bumped his in way of greeting and he laughed, his day automatically brighter for her being in it. He paused in his digging for a brief moment, leaning over to lay a chaste kiss on her cheek, ecstatic that she had decided to show up today. Word Count ~ 701 <style>.NiernanBody .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: center;} .NiernanBody p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .NiernanBody { font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; background-position: center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:px 0px 10px 0px; min-height:273px; width:597px;} .NiernanHeader {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Header.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:220px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} .NiernanFooter {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... 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He didn't make conversation with any of those surrounding him and his contained demeanor surely set him apart from the connected pack members. But Honrin wanted to just complete the work and go back to his temporary home near the edge of this territory. Saul had tried to get Honrin to come in closer but the younger male had refused, he preferred to stay away from most folk so that he could have moments of peace to himself. - Fritz Earl - 08-07-2012 Selene had been quiet with Fritz and he was slightly worried about his mate. Was this because of Fang/Toby? Because if he had known that it would affect her like that, he might have tried to not tell her, or at least not whom he thought had attacked Colibri. He didn’t see the female and could understand that she didn't want to be around all the people, even if they were mostly from her pack and wouldn’t dream of hurting her. He watched as many other wolves came over to help with the construction. He recognized Nayt and Hael from when he was going to help lead the Corsairs. He gave them a nod and studied some of the other canines that he had seen around but hadn’t really met most of them. The only wolf he knew well besides his mate was Saul. He helped finish digging and was appreciative of the break that Saul called for the volunteers. Fritz watched what they were supposed to do and went over to pile of rocks and grabbed a large armload of stones. He then started to place them in the ditch that they had just dug and packed them close together and made sure they were even. He had a feeling that he might need to get all the dirt off of him, likely taking a dip in Grand Lake. But this task shouldn’t take too long with all the others helping. He did have flashbacks to helping his father build houses and other buildings. In many ways, coming to Souls had brought him full circle. - Saul Stormbringer - 08-08-2012 [html]
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Green eyes were intent on the stones in front of him, placing them together so that they fit as best as possible. As they stones had been taken from a multitude of places and had not been custom made to be the foundations of a pack village hall, there was a certain degree of force needed to make things work. When it was clear the stone in his hand would not find properly, Saul discarded it back onto the pile of stones, in case it would fit somewhere else. He spotted Fritz not far away, knocking the stones snugly together and was glad he had the large dogs help. He was aware that one of Fritz many skills was construction, so he hoped that his methods fit with the males way of working. He didn't seem to have much of a problem however and Saul allowed his mind to wander happily as he began to make some progress in his corner of the foundations. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |