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- Lysander - 06-22-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... rtable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Lysander enters at the border between Arachnea’s Revenge and Halifax. He knew he could get into trouble, that he was traipsing into enemy ground just now, but that didn’t stop him. Morning was just barely breaking but Lysander had been up for hours, stealing out of his cabin as soon as he had wakened and moving with a purpose. Too much time had passed since he had seen Conor and Emwe. Was big Oliver and little Jake okay? If Alexey saw him here, or one of the leaders, or the children’s real parents, there might be trouble. Might be. No one had come to him, said anything, and too much time had passed. No one in Phoenix Valley had scolded him, and no one from Dahlia de Mai had come knocking at his door either. Off the hook perhaps, and Lysander went under that assumption as he walked over the invisible border and let himself in. Trees, trees and more trees. That was about all there was that Lysander could see. The big husky brute had no idea how to navigate the packlands, but he guessed it must be large. Conor and Emwe had talked about a human town, two of them in fact, that the packlands encompassed and that they lived there. Despite being in Dahlia de Mai territory, Lysander saw no town and certainly no sign of the boys. In his lupus form he did not grow tired so easily moving about, and so he decided, he had all day to figure out where his boys lived and to try to see them, or to seize what other adventures Dahlia de Mai had in store for him. He continued on, passing more trees, it seemed an endless forest that he had entered.
- Princess Chance - 06-23-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... tablep.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:409px; border:1px #258BA4 solid; font-size: 10px;"> ooc - 318 words.
[/html] - Lysander - 06-24-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... rtable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> To come across someone, he had expected that eventually, for Dahlia de Mai’s pack lands were vast and to have so much land there had to be enough wolves to maintain them all. Protect them all. Yet he hadn’t thought the protector would be the little girl he came across then, barely an adult. Perhaps not even a full year yet. Still, despite the fact he could have easily brushed past her with his sheer size, he halted, as the voice has requested and for a long time he just stood, staring at the girl. He had seen her eyes, curious, wander over him before she remembered the task at hand and it had amused him, as it always did. His breed in these lands was an oddity, a minority, but it pleased him to be so. Shocking and confusing people were two of his favorite things, his appearance helped him to do both sometimes. Steel eyes regarded her a moment longer and then slowly he broke into a grin. She was young enough that some might still consider her a child, he liked children, and also she was a girl, those were also something he was fond of. And she had spirit, thinking that a little thing such as herself could stop such a bulky brute like him. “Well now, little miss, are you the welcome wagon? Come to show me around town, huh?” Ignoring her question was the best option, he didn’t really want anyone to know what he was doing here, least word got back to the pack leaders that he had come looking for the boys. He also chose to ignore the menacing look she gave him, and he flaunted a friendly and goofy grin for her, he meant no harm. Really.
- Princess Chance - 07-01-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... tablep.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:409px; border:1px #258BA4 solid; font-size: 10px;"> ooc - 320 words.
[/html] - Lysander - 07-15-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... rtable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Sorry this took so long, >.< Lysander stared down at the girl, who tried her hardest to be threatening, and while all he wanted to do was smile and laugh at the small creature, he tucked his tail between his legs and laid his ears back rather sheepishly. Of course, it was all for her benefit, not his. He did not care what the Dahlians thought of him, he didn’t care if she called for help, but the young girl tried so hard to be adult, he couldn’t help but comply. Inside he was all giggles and good times, but outwardly he gave the appearance of submission to the tiny female before him. Lysander hoped it boosted her ego. “Of course, of course, I apologize miss. I’m…” He stared down at her, resisting the urge to smile, “only looking around. Really. No harm done.” His voice was gentle and warm, lulling. Despite his other gestures at submission he let his eyes make contact with her own, they were a goldy-blue. Slowly he let his tail unfurl and wave behind him, his ears perked forward again. Standing on two legs it felt strange to engage in the body language of the lupus, at least for him. Sometimes he felt that the luperci were becoming too far removed from their roots, more human than canine. More and more their lives were becoming less about survival of the fittest and more political, more personal. Less wild and more domestic. Their were those who even went so far as to enslave other animals for their own means. When he stood on four legs he felt as if he could reject that all, return to his wild roots. Yet standing on two legs, he did feel more civilized, more justified in shaking hands than sniffing noses. Slowly he straightened himself out and peered down at the girl, his face still apologetic. “Would it really be so much trouble to let me have a look around? You can accompany me, make sure I don’t do anything…” It sounds like a fair proposal to him.
- Princess Chance - 07-27-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... etable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #0069B3 solid; font-size: 10px;"> ooc - Now it's my turn to apologize. XD; But I'm back from my short break and vacation, so woo~ 378 words.
[/html] - Lysander - 08-12-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... rtable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Again he was rejected by the small female and Lysander’s face fell in disappointment. In truth he knew he could turn back the way he came, move a few miles up the borders and enter without trouble at another point, but what would be the fun in that? He was here now and he wouldn’t mind a bit of company, he was sure that there wasn’t too much plunder he wanted to loot from Dahlia de Mai anyway. And if there was, well he could always consider this a scouting mission, find out what was worth taking and come back to grab it. He hadn’t taken anything from Aniwaya, but the idea had crossed his mind and more and more stealing from the others packs seemed tempting. That hadn’t been his goal when he arrived here, but it might become so if the tiny border patrol before him forced him into exploring all on his lonesome, especially if he did not find Emwe or Conor. Lysander did not smile when she relented, growing curious as to his purpose. Perhaps he shouldn’t say so, but she was young and probably not too informed on the politics of the pack. Or had Dahlia de Mai warned their members of him and his puppy stealing ways? In the end he settled for a half truth. “I’m looking for Conor and Emwe, my name is Leland and I’m good friends with their mother and uncle. Somewhat of a godfather if you will.” His voice softened, as was his opinion all women were soft, bleeding hearts. Hopefully she would take pity on him and his story. “I’d just like to know they are okay… I haven’t heard news of them in a while. You know those two?” He smiled at her, his tail behind him wagged appeasing, which he always thought looked funny in his luperci form but his doggish manners never completely disappeared.
- Princess Chance - 08-16-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... etable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #0069B3 solid; font-size: 10px;"> 308 words.
[/html] - Lysander - 08-31-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... rtable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> “Who said I was sneaking?” Lysander perhaps hadn’t gone out of his way to announce his arrival, as was proper pack procedures, but he wasn’t sneaking. He wasn’t tiptoeing about, looking to the left and right to make sure he was unnoticed. Quite casually, as if he belonged there or at least wasn’t unwelcome, he had strolled in. It only happened that Princess had intercepted him and she assumed he was sneaking because he wasn’t allowed. Most unwelcome guest would be sneaking, but no, Lysander was just obnoxiously wandering where he didn’t belong. “I certainly wasn’t sneaking, not like you anyway. Coming up upon visitors unexpected, interrogating them. Not a very warm welcome I must say.” He clicked his tongue and wagged his finger at the girl, playfully. Testing the waters again. She seemed to have relented a little, still he would defer to her. If only because she was young and it was probably true that few adults deferred to her. Lysander scratched his chin thoughtfully, Conor was alive and well, teasing little girls just as little boys ought to do. Internally Lysander was proud of the kid, externally he shook his head. “That’s not my Conor. He’d never be mean to a girl, we raised him better than that. You think there are two Conors running around here?”His tone was serious as he peered at the girl, tilting his head quizzically. “Help me find him and we can give him a stern talking to, you and me. He can’t treat Cat like that, no sir. Err, no m’am.” Yeah, they’d give him a through thrashing, if only the girl would let him go a little further into the pack lands.
- Princess Chance - 09-04-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... etable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #0069B3 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> 300+ words.
######It was not likely that there were two Conors running around, as far as she could tell. It was a very rare occurance to meet two people with the same name, it seemed. There were so many names in the world, it was practically impossible. But she did not want to give Conor a stern talking to at all; what she wanted was to find something to do that was more worth her time than standing here, making small talk with a trespassing silly face like the one standing in front of her. This man obviously wasn't worth her time. Thinking back to it. . . The girl really was not sure of his name. How rude was that? He had trespassed and tried to get past her, and she didn't even know his name. "What's your name, anyway? It's not very nice to trespass and not even tell the one who finds you first. Unless you're scared," she added, hoping he would willingly tell her just to prove he wasn't afraid of a pup. [/html] - Lysander - 09-10-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... rtable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> We can wrapped this up whenever, you probably want to get all your Princess threads in DdM over with. Lysander sighed as the girl turned cold on him again. His ears dropped and his tail fell flat, regret showing on his face. “I mean no harm, really.” His voice was still gentle and lulling, the voice of a truth teller, though he was by no means a honest man. At least he knew how to play the part well. “I’ll do whatever you ask, you want me to leave, just say so, I’ll go. Okay?” The husky mix smiled again at the girl, trying to be patient, but the game was losing it’s charm. Before he was ready to just leave and come in another way, skirting the tiny border patrol but now he was losing interest. Even Conor and Emwe weren’t worth this. “I told you already, my name’s Leland.” And he had, said that, though of course it wasn’t his given name. Yet if anyone asked around… Leland? You mean that weird husky? He almost fit the description, and he had used the name of his brother before. It was a good alias he thought. “But you never gave me yours.” His voice was still soft and warm, but it held a note. Maybe she was the one being difficult and contrary, yes that was it. How would her leaders like to know how she treated guests at the borders, huh? Lysander smirked then, his steel eyes sizing her up, unsure if he was going to turn around or just push on through her or give the little lady a piece of his mind. So many options and he never knew just what he would do until it was half way done.
- Princess Chance - 09-13-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... etable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #0069B3 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> 300+ words. Sounds good to me. <3 Whenever you want.
#####"Since you asked so rudely," she announced, saying the words very precisely with narrowed eyes, "I'm going to tell you anyway, because I am better than that. I'm Princess Chance, and yeah, I think you should be leaving," she added, hoping he would do so without a fight. Thus far, he had succeeded in taking down her guard long enough to get her talking, but she refused to let him past her and into the pack lands. If Conor and Emwe and their family wanted to see Leland, they could have arranged a time to see him or meet him at the borders, and this whole thing could have easily been avoided. Jealousy was still flaring up within her at Conor and Emwe's apparent relation to someone else, too. They had family members and a godfather, and she couldn't say it didn't bother her that she didn't have those things. Most of all, they had each other, those lucky little twits. [/html] - Lysander - 09-21-2009 [html]
[/html] - Princess Chance - 09-21-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... etable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #0069B3 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> 300+ words.
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