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- Saul Stormbringer - 08-07-2012 [html]
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The Virding's mind was an unsettled and worrisome place since yesterday's meeting, or perhaps disaster, with Colibri. He'd practically ruined her life, but it had been necessary. Saul had been surprised when Colibri had asked him about his own experiences being a single parent, and the emotional response he'd had to it. Returning home to Lilin had been a relief, though it was the hardest thing to do not to tell her. He couldn't betray Coli like that, especially as she'd specifically asked not to tell anyone. His dreams had been fitful and he'd woken often in the night. When he'd finally woken just before the sky began to lighten for dawn, he'd kissed Lilin goodbye and risen properly. It was going to be a long day today and with the lack of sleep, it had been a logical thing to go for a hunt. After catching three rabbits, the young Stormbringer had consumed two, before moving back through Jordheim and leaving the last outside Colibri's door. He knew she wasn't eating properly, but he'd made a silent promise to properly provide for her regardless. #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] Urgh, this is a rubbish post. So sorry. 3 pts :: 307 :: Nier had risen early and had made a quick patrol of the pack borders, practically sprinting, his secui form heavy but fast. Ciaran had elected to stay at home that morning, curling up in the warm spot that Niernans body had made in the night. As he passed the lake he felt the need to plunge into the clear, cold water and did so, his massive body making quite the splash as it impacted the water. He emerged, dripping wet, and finished his patrol, dashing back to his house to pick up some shorts and shift before making his way to the building site. Word Count ~ +xxx <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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This particular morning started out like any other, but upon hearing a commotion outside, she drug herself to her bedroom window to see. Instantly, she felt awake. Her breakfast was scarfed down as fast as her windpipe would allow. Her bed was made as fast as her paws could work, the dishes put into place so fast that her guardians wondered if she were trying to break them on purpose. And then with the swiftness of a gale-force wind, the door slammed shut behind her, leaving a trail of dust behind Sura's fast limbs propelling her forwards and onwards. She watched from a safe distance. Now that they weren't "spoiling" meat by cooking it, and now that she wasn't so tired or grumpy, she felt confident she could lend her own paws in helping. First task was to hide all of the hammers. They were long objects with heavy devices on one end. If it fell, it could injure a paw! Sura would help everyone out by making sure no one hurt themselves. She carried away all the hammers she could find, one by one, placing them under the shade of a dense mullberry bush. Sura hoped that the bush's heavy scent would mask that of the sweat and musk attached to each "hammer" that [html] 324 - Ezra Rosen - 08-11-2012 [html] I suck! Sorry for the delay! (316) Ezra had hidden himself away after his bear attack. He had gone back to see Wretch a few more times since that horrible day to change the dressings and make sure she was okay. The event had undoubtedly shaken up both of them, which worried him. Now that she was back where he could keep an eye on her he wanted to be her protector. She had actually, in fact, saved him from the bear doing any further damage to him, but Ezra still had a desire to watch over her. He didn’t want to see anyone until the wound was almost healed, and now that almost two weeks had gone by it was well-scabbed and healing nicely. He figured another pack appearance could happen a little earlier than normal, and Ezra was glad to remember the new building project Saul had set up for them all. The optime man reached the grounds early, listening to what his alpha had said. Ezra nodded, and looked for someone he could partner up with. That was, until he saw that peculiar puppy that had bitten Wretch’s tail the last time she was around. How had no one noticed the little one taking all the hammers? He chuckled, though stopped promptly once the strain on his face made his disfigurement hurt. This was going to be a long recovery. My dear, the Hollr said behind the Aeska’s back, intending to spook her, We will need those today, do you mind if I have them back? My son has lots of toys, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you had one of those instead, Ezra kept his voice pleasant and calm, hoping to have a peaceful exchange with the girl. Besides, Eli was almost grown now, he didn't need chew toys as much anymore. Ezra just hoped the massive soon-to-be-scar on his face wouldn't scare her away. .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] - Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii - 08-11-2012 [html] OOC here! Desolation stained the inside of his soul and collected in the pit of his stomach whilst on the outside he appeared calm and cool, observing the land and figures around him with a barely forced interest. He knew what facial expressions he was supposed to be projecting and managed to twist his face into a semblance of those even if he could feel nothing inside. He watched wishing he could feel amusement as the little girl proceeded to waddle off with the hammers they would need and the humor as one of Saul's pack snuck up behind her. He resigned himself to his misery and set about silently chipping out his own workspace as others began to arrive too. The optimed male would work with whoever asked although he doubted he would provide much interesting company. He heaved and pushed to try and get his log into place, for now working solely on his own. A few times his paws slipped and he had to employ his claws to prevent himself dropping them. He hoped that someone would take the initiative to help him for the pure white boy did not think he could manage the courage to ask for the help he required. Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii
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- Saul Stormbringer - 08-17-2012 [html]
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Niernan's eagerness to get going was a spur in the right direction and Saul couldn't help the grin he sent his cousin. Though Bran had initially been the more skilled of the two, Niernan had persevered and helped on many occasions with building projects. He remembered, with a sweet smile, their afternoon building the base to the treehouse that Saul had wanted as a playhouse for Temeraire and Elias, but a lookout for the rest of them. They'd only managed to get the base done before bigger and better plans eclipsed these small notions, but he was glad he'd had Niernan's help. Between the two of them, they erected the first plank, gripping the rounded edge that would go on the outside to make the scalloped edges to the village hall. Once it was up- and a good few inches over their heads though not overly tall, Niernan stepped back and grabbed a hammer. He wasn't certain what the best way to get up there and hammer the plank down so that it was sturdy. Verbalising his thoughts, Saul looked across at Niernan and nodded softly. There's a tree stump over in the pile of planks- you could stand on that to reach the top? Saul offered with a grin. #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] |