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- Akello Paxton - 02-16-2009 [html]<style type="text/css">.febakello b {color:#d6d8d9;} .tempooc {font:8pt Georgia; font-style:italic; color:#d6d8d9;}</style> http://sixpop.com/files/402/Roleplay/fe ... 20temp.png) top no-repeat #6b7279; color:#252c34; font:8pt Tahoma; line-height:1.2em; padding:1.0em; padding-top:11em; text-align:justify;">
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He had settled things in his room in the mansion relatively well, though an interminable feeling had plagued him ever since leaving the company of Gabriel and Faolin. The woman had been a constant presence over the last while — time mattered little to Paxton — and he supposed all things aside it was still odd to not have her there. Not to mention the lads he'd been with for the vast majority of his life were no longer around, and his world was no longer bobbing around. The scenery here wasn't going to change anytime soon. No doubt in time Akello would grow accustomed to being on land, to not being able to take off whenever he chose, to losing company for others. At present, though, the mostly grey coyote was a little bit homesick for a home that didn't exactly exist. He sat on a driftwood log some way up the beach, staring out to see while one foot allowed a toe to trace whorls in the sand. His knapsack was sitting there beside him, trusty and familiar, but it brought little comfort to the man who had lived his entire life out on the ocean that was now just noise in the background. Noise and a picture; it was nothing to him if he could not sail upon it, and all the time it meant the world to him. It was probably only the promise of Inferni's beach that had coerced him to agree to stay with Faolin there, and even she no longer was an incentive. But, at the exact same time, she was. He didn't have intention to leave, just knew that in time it would no longer be possible. For now, he could see his ship outlined on the horizon, hanging there as the pirates whom he had commanded waited for him. Lunt had told him he wouldn't last on the land; Lunt had given him a moon's cycle to make his decision. Exhaling and then heavily breathing in the salt-tinged air of the sea, Akello looked over to his worn knapsack. Lunt, he decided in that moment, is an idiot for questioning my faith. But an endearing idiot he was. Sad eyes met with the ship on the horizon again and he sighed; he would stay with the clan he had agreed to join if hell came down on his head for it. - Ryan de le Poer - 02-17-2009 [html]
They don't tell you what to say
when your whole life has gone to hell. [/html] - Akello Paxton - 02-19-2009 [html]<style type="text/css">.febakello b {color:#d6d8d9;} .tempooc {font:8pt Georgia; font-style:italic; color:#d6d8d9;}</style> http://sixpop.com/files/402/Roleplay/fe ... 20temp.png) top no-repeat #6b7279; color:#252c34; font:8pt Tahoma; line-height:1.2em; padding:1.0em; padding-top:11em; text-align:justify;">
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His eyes dove from the skyline at the giggle, following the small and reddish child as she bounded forward. His lips pursed in thought — he had not known the coyotes would have children, given what Gabriel and Faolin had both said about them having many enemies — but he supposed that was only faulty logic. No animal would cease to reproduce, not even the sophisticated Luperci. The heterochromatic eyes then turned instead to the mother, an entitiy who appeared much more interested in him. He noted little things about her — the strong, dark and majestic streak that climbed her face much like his own, but covered far more area, her beige-lined cheeks, the circles binding her eyes to her face that gave her a more sorrowful look than norm — but all in all he saw her as another coyote. He was not one to judge, after all. He didn't move from his position on the log, nor did he glance back to the child to see what she was doing (imagine a mother of the clan he had just joined thinking he was more a monster than a man), but he did incline his head somewhat at her approach to peer at her through his eyelashes, a customary way of his. His fingers knotted together on his lap and he exhaled slowly, realising that any sort of nervousness in him was tautological, and so he calmed himself. That's right, he answered with a half-grin, crooked for its nature, as he turned his eyes up to her heavy blood-esque gaze. Name's Akello Paxton. And with that, he offered one nailed hand, his smile growing in a more warm and welcoming display. And finally his eyes turned to the child on the beach and, in a moment of poor tact (but good intention), he said, Your daughter is beautiful, ma'am. She will grow into a very lovely woman. Poor tact because, of course, that could easily be taken in one of the worst ways (which didn't apply to him; he was mild-mannered, well-behaved, and had a good set of morals) and that, if she did, he knew would not be to his advantage. - Ryan de le Poer - 02-21-2009 [html]
They don't tell you what to say
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