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- Baird Byrne - 09-21-2012 [html] Word Count :: 40620.09.12. Optime. Near the border of CdC and the lake near the Sugarwoods. Do you have your Hurricane buddy!? XD Everything was quiet.... Far too quiet for Bairds liking. There was a tense hum in the air and it felt like the land was holding it's breath in anticipation of something. The silence rang in his ears and made other noises sound muted. The sound of his paw pads hitting the earth barely registered anymore, there was no breeze to rustle the leaves on the trees, and no birds singing. The atmosphere had his hackles up, reminding him of the massive storms back home, the thunderheads pregnant with water and electricity crackling in the purple clouds. There were no clouds that he could see yet, but the feeling was the same, and he knew well the destruction that could be caused by extreme weather, having witnessed the effects all over the world. He had been personally affected by one storm in Australia; his tribe having been caught by flooding. They had lost three pups to the waters that year. So he knew the feeling of an oncoming storm, and knew that he didn't want to risk being out and about on his own when it hit. He had Pan and Gelar to look after. Photo courtesy of pierre pouliquin <style>.KMTT24611_BBHands1 p {padding:0px 1px 5px 1px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .KMTT24611_BBHands1 b {font-family:verdana; color:#f7f4a2; margin:5px; font-size:9px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .KMTT24611_BBHands1 {background-color:#7e3826; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/3848/bairdbyrne2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:358px 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_BBHands1 .inner {margin:0 20px; border-radius:0px; border:0px ; } .KMTT24611_BBHands1 .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> - Sonje Helsi - 09-22-2012 [html] (Lol, I got mines! )
Sonje by Sie! The calm before the storm—a prospect that the traveling Sonje was quite familiar with. She'd spent a lot of time before Hearg Njorth and after it, learning the ins and outs of nature and how to best avoid the more natural dangers the earth had to offer. Flooding was probably her least favorite disaster, as she wasn't a very well-versed swimmer; so when she began to detect signs of a distant, raging storm, Sonje nervously left Halifax that afternoon in a rush. Jagga had a sense of urgency to her trot as well, heavy hooves plodding at a consistent speed, muscles twitching with the nervousness that she gleaned from her rider. Sonje wasn't often nervous, so her horse was particularly attuned to the direct foreignness of such physical expression: the tight grip of the reins in Sonje's hands, and the constant press of her usually lax heels into the mare's broad sides. Jagga was probably more calm than the wolfdog, just eager to escape the oncoming storm, which she too felt and disliked. Thunder had never been an easy subject for the horse, though inwardly the two creatures felt a sense of duty towards the other during storms—meaning that they would never abandon each other, no matter their personal fears. Sonje knew they would be back at the Bay soon, as she'd traveled this way before, and when thinking of a plan to escape the storm, she realized that she couldn't come up with anything solid. She'd never had to face a hurricane alone; her mother had found her and her family a decent cave to stay in when a storm had passed in her youth, but that was the extent of Sonje's knowledge to finding decent "storm shelters". Hating to admit it, she knew she'd need help. Almost as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she saw him, golden fur standing out in the gray surroundings, like a beacon. She didn't have time to consider Fate or the existence of angels, though she'd probably wonder tonight how impeccably uncanny their meeting would be. She urged Jagga forward, and the horse nickered, loping the last thirty or so yards separating rider and walker. #je-bust p { text-indent: 50px; padding: 0; margin: 10px 0; } #je-bust p.jeImage { float: right; text-align: right; font: 10px Verdana; font-style: italic; margin: -.5px;} #je-bust .ooc { text-indent: 20px; text-align: left; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; font-weight: normal; } #je-bust q { font-weight: bold; } </style> [/html] - Baird Byrne - 09-23-2012 [html] Word Count :: 273Crappy post is crap! Feel free to PP Baird in your post, and then we can give this an OOC ending? He had been so wrapped up in his own world, his concerns over getting shelter for himself and his companions at the forefront of his mind. He jumped at the sound of the womans voice, his verdant eyes travelling over the pale dapple horse to reach the grey furred woman. He raised a handpaw in greeting, taking her question into mind when he answered. He shrugged his shoulders, eliciting a mewl of displeasure from Pan and a ruffle of feathers from Gelar, "You feel the storm too?" He raised his index finger and pointed in the direction of the nearby pack, "I'm goin' ta ask this lovely pack if they'll take me in. I don't wanna do it, but any port in a storm, right?" He wandered towards the horse and rider, closing the little distance between them. He was close enough to touch horse or rider now, but he refrained, knowing how the tenseness of the atmosphere could affect an animal, making them flighty when they weren't normally. He held out his handpaw for the stranger to shake, "I'm Baird by the way." Photo courtesy of pierre pouliquin <style>.KMTT24611_BBHands1 p {padding:0px 1px 5px 1px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .KMTT24611_BBHands1 b {font-family:verdana; color:#f7f4a2; margin:5px; font-size:9px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .KMTT24611_BBHands1 {background-color:#7e3826; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/3848/bairdbyrne2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:358px 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_BBHands1 .inner {margin:0 20px; border-radius:0px; border:0px ; } .KMTT24611_BBHands1 .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> |