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- Skye Collins - 09-16-2012 [html] It had been a long time coming, but she finally had found the time to return the favor, return the gift, that Myrika had give to Cercatori d'Arte a while Riding on Jack's back as to aide her speedy return to d'Arte and to her beloved pups, she carried the basket in one arm and guided the stallion with the She stopped Jack several feet clear of the actual border, not wishing to disturb Infernians who were more bloodthirsty and battle-hungry than their Dismounting the steed, she drew slightly closer to the borders, preparing herself to howl her presence affer only a few seconds of being in Inferni's .wordstext p {text-indent:10px; padding:0px 5px 0px 0px; margin: 10px 0px 0px 0px;} .wordstext {font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; word-spacing:.5px; letter-spacing:.2pt; line-height:13pt; padding:70px 0px 10px 5px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/KKBFV.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; width:365px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html] - Nathaniel King - 09-16-2012 [html]
It wasn't a rare sight, to see Nathaniel in his Optime form, heading for the borders. His combined love for battle and combat and his wish to protect and And it seemed that, perhaps, today was his lucky day. He did not venture outside of Inferni much for these days, especially not to go south, so he would Keeping to the trees and the bushes, he slunk around the border until he clearly saw the 'intruder'. She was a good few feet away from the border still, Nathaniel drew closer, and her scent hit him now - it was powerful, as if a brick had been dropped on his head. It wasn't so much that her scent was He came into view so that she could see him clearly, attempting to wipe the questions from his mind and everything he knew was true. "What business d'you have here, in Inferni?" he asked gruffly - perhaps too gruffly, but the woman confused him, and he did not like being confused one bit. .AnaFK-07 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-07 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-07 b {font-family:verdana; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-07 {background-color:#abb092; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... s/rawr.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:294px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-07-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style>[/html] - Skye Collins - 09-16-2012 [html] It was true - there was a coyote near her, just around the corner, it had seemed. As he came into view, his scent grew stronger, and she froze in place. Was her mind playing tricks on her? What she thought he was, who she thought he was, was... gone. It was impossible for him to have returned, after all "N-Nathaniel?" she blurted out, interrupting him in the middle of his question. Looking at her now, she knew that he was not happy, but she did She internally shook herself. She was already calling him Nathaniel, before she even knew if he really was him. Her mind, the logical part of her, was .wordstext p {text-indent:10px; padding:0px 5px 0px 0px; margin: 10px 0px 0px 0px;} .wordstext {font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; word-spacing:.5px; letter-spacing:.2pt; line-height:13pt; padding:70px 0px 10px 5px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/KKBFV.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; width:365px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html] - Nathaniel King - 09-16-2012 [html] He barely had finished barking out his question before she interjected, saying his name as if she had seen a ghost. She looked like it too, staring at "How d'you know my name?" he barked out, the words coming out as aggressive as if him and the strange wolf had been in a physical fight. "Who Nathaniel did not like being confused. When he was confused, it meant that something was strange, or wrong - when something is wrong, it meant that he The scent had been powerful before, but it assaulted him now, eroding his senses and hardly giving him room to think. The word 'motherly' repeated .AnaFK-07 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-07 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-07 b {font-family:verdana; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-07 {background-color:#abb092; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... s/rawr.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:294px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-07-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style>[/html] - Skye Collins - 09-16-2012 [html] She didn't expect him to get so angry at her; she could feel the aggressiveness coming off of him in waves. His lip was curled up so that she could see She did not quail under his sharp gaze or his dominant posture. She remembered herself then, straightening herself like the leader she was, matching his "Nathaniel.. do you remember me?" She peered into his orange eyes - how they were so like Bangle's! - searching for the spark of recognition, the "Do you.. do you remember? Your mother?" Her heart was perhaps wrong now, as it hoped that he would remember her and he would smile and they would .wordstext p {text-indent:10px; padding:0px 5px 0px 0px; margin: 10px 0px 0px 0px;} .wordstext {font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; word-spacing:.5px; letter-spacing:.2pt; line-height:13pt; padding:70px 0px 10px 5px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/KKBFV.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; width:365px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html] - Nathaniel King - 09-16-2012 [html] She didn't respond at first, and Nathaniel prepared himself to ask once more, making his voice even harsher and more angry than before. Who did she think she was, to ignore a member of the Clan that she was at the borders of? She had no right to ignore him or to even turn away without answering his questions. But she did answer... after a while, she did answer, stating her name and pack - both of which were very vaguely familiar to Nathaniel, but not as much as her scent was - and then asked if she remembered him. Perhaps he was wrong.. and they had met once, after all? He did not really recognize her face, or remember really speaking to her. He must have.. did he? Strange memories floated back to him, showing him scenes of a clearing and a town, and a tree with carvings all over it. Memories that had come to him sometimes in dreams, but he had thought that that was all they were. Dreams. Were those dreams something more? Were they not made up by his imagination, but remembered by his subconscious mind? Her next words, however, were the words that made him froze, made him stop in his tracks and stare at her. For a tiny moment, all anger and ire in his eyes vanished in the shock of her statement. Mother? How could she, someone that he had never laid eyes on before in his life, be his mother? In his shock, he realized that he had stopped breathing, and hastily took a large gulp of air through his nose, drawing in her scent once again. As he scented her, drank her motherly scent, he wondered for a split second if, perhaps, it was true. How could this strange woman, this 'leader' of some weird pack he did not know, possibly be his mother? It was so wrong, so unusual, so confusing for him, this meeting! He realized that he hadn't said anything for some minutes now, and he had to fill the void of silence somehow. "I.. No! I don't know you!" he barked, his aggressive nature returning with a vengeance. He took a step towards her, his eyes angry now, angry at this woman who invaded his home and confused him so. His discussion with Vesper came to mind, but he pushed it down - he did not want to deal with these possibilities yet. Not now. "Leave here! You're not my mother!" Even as he said those words, he knew that somehow, some way, he.. was wrong. .AnaFK-07 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-07 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-07 b {font-family:verdana; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-07 {background-color:#abb092; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; width:496px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... s/rawr.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:294px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-07-border {width:498px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style>[/html] |