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- Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii - 08-19-2012 backdated to the 18th He knew he shouldn't have left, that he did need his healer to take care of the wounds that destroyed his face. He had seen his own reflection in the water and knew he was a sight to be looked at. Still with his face was a covering of crusted blood that he could neither clean off without opening up the stitched wounds or simply leave in in case they brought infection. Now even more withdrawn into himself Honrin had made a trip to interact only once with the rest of Vinátta, the rest of the time he stayed in his privately constructed camp embroiled in his own misery and anger. Once he had taken his anger out on a deer that had wandered too close by accident. It had been unsettlingly satisfying to tear the life from the brown eyed creature. Now several smoking stacks littered his camp to dry out the meat he hadn't eaten at the time. Most of it was dry now and these he packed away to save, intending not to eat them himself. He thought of his poor mother and felt his heart break even more. The bottle he lifted to his lips and took another swig, uncaring if anybody was around. - Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-22-2012 [html] wc -- 366 Life was looking up for the dark Stormbringer boy. Although admittedly his life hadn't been in any way bad before, there was so much more to do now that he had legs and arms instead of four legs. He still liked his Lupus form, but he couldn't deny the usefulness that thumbs and an upright body gave him. The past week or so, the male had been spending more time with Ink and the horses. His first ride on Jerri had been a nerve-racking one, but Ink had been more than happy to put him up on her again and he'd grown used to the mare. His riding wasn't the best, he could freely admit that. But he hadn't fallen off and that was at least a start. His hunting skills, on the other hand, weren't so lucky. He'd tried to chase things down, catching a few rabbits like his father had taught him. But the larger prey seemed to know exactly where he was coming from and he couldn't quite figure out what he was doing wrong. It would take a while for him to really perfect anything in that area. .fjds2 b {color:#fff; font-weight:normal;} .fjds2 p {text-indent:30px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin: 0px 0px 5px 0px;} .fjds2 {font-family:calibri; font-size:12px; color:#B17F49; line-height:15px; padding:170px 0px 5px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; outline:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4VvI5.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-color:#533910; width:480px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html] - Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii - 08-27-2012 He swayed as he took another drink, snorted and nearly choked on the amber liquid. He sneered at himself and tossed the bottle at a tree, it didn't smash as expected and he snarled furious at it for not breaking. Honrin hauled himself to his feet and turned as he heard a voice, stumbling to keep his balance. His incandescent eyes focused on the boy, younger than himself. Still furious at the bottle, himself, at his life and the stitches that pulled painfully at his skin he growled again and snarled at the boy, "Do I look alright!" It did not amaze or concern him that his emotions had not disappeared into the blackness upon realising this stranger was near him. His anger drained away leaving behind a hollow husk and he dropped himself to the floor again, "Mm'sorry. Sss'not yur fault." He took a second look at the boy, taking in the colors. He realised dimly that he knew this boy, although had trouble placing from where for a few seconds before remembering, "Wait! I kknoww whour are. Yur.. yur Saul's son? Yesshh I remememberer now. He brought you back to Ichika with him, when ah was younger. Only a boy mayself. Your were tinny as this." He held his hands together a few inches apart, roughly the size of a small puppy and then cackled to himself, finding the whole situation funny now. - Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-31-2012 [html] wc -- 350 Blue eyes widened considerably as the white male threw the bottle he was holding towards a tree. Unconsciously the Stormbringer tensed for the smash that was about to happen. Surprisingly, the bottle remained in tact, although the amber liquid that had been securely inside the bottle sloshed out and over the grass. What was perhaps more shocking, was the turn in the white males demeanour- he stumbled as he stood, but as Tem had called out, he turned, expression angry which was reflected almost immediately in the snarl. The sound immediately set the boys hackles up, his own answering growl in response. Incredulous at the treatment from someone who did not belong to their pack and was here as a guest, Temeraire made to step forward before the opposing males words caused him to unleash a proper growl. .fjds2 b {color:#fff; font-weight:normal;} .fjds2 p {text-indent:30px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin: 0px 0px 5px 0px;} .fjds2 {font-family:calibri; font-size:12px; color:#B17F49; line-height:15px; padding:170px 0px 5px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; outline:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4VvI5.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-color:#533910; width:480px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html] |