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- Eliza Tierne - 10-07-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v56/n ... ottoms.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:350px; border:1px #bdee23 solid; font-size:11px; font-family:tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;">
I put her near Oberon's Spring, I hope that's okay! ~400 words. Tired of her long, mostly-self-imposed isolation, Eliza ventured out of her newfound home and decided to wander in search of some company. If, indeed, I am still fit company, she thought over-dramatically. The longer she was alone, the harder it became to go out and actually find her packmates. She was in danger of becoming a full-fledged hermit at this point, as far as she could tell. She wondered what they thought of her, the others in Dahlia de Mai, then shook her head briskly and tried to forget she had wondered at all. Only depressing thoughts lay that way. Comfortable in her lupus form, she swiftly made her way due East from her den toward the distant sound of rushing water. Despite her plentiful supply of empty days the past few months, she had never taken the time to explore the packlands very thoroughly, mostly held at bay by her immature, superstitious fear of the odd-smelling water that had plagued her trek Northward, which she had thus far been to cowardly to confront or name. The Spring to the East of Berwick, however, held water fresh and pure, though it was much closer to the corrupted water than she generally felt comfortable being. She hated how cowed she was by her fear, but she had rarely been forced into contact with anything so alien as this in her short life, and she found she was not as courageous as she would have previously liked to believe. As the pale female approached the gently flowing waters, she paused, considering. Deciding she was thirsty enough, she dipped her head to drink. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a good-sized fish, and, after a second of deliberation, quickly turned and pounced, childishly leaping into the shallows of the spring in pursuit of the slippery thing. It was a joyful thing, catching fish -- she wasn't skilled at it, and the fish evaded her attack easily, but there was something so fun in trying to catch prey that was so slick and fast. She was an effective hunter on land, but didn't normally take much pleasure in the chase, unless she happened upon an animal that was particularly wily. Fish, though, were always a challenge. Splashing about in the shallow water like a pup was embarrassing, vaguely, but if no one was around then there was little harm in it. [/html] - Lolita Monroe - 10-13-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> Sorry for the wait. . . Do you mind if we date this to the 8th? And sorry this post is TERRIBLE, but I'm way behind and didn't want you to have to wait forever. .____. 300+ words.
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SO TALK ABOUT WAITS. I'm really sorry. >.< Things got totally mad over here with school and stuff. Shows me to take 20 units, sigh. Dating to the 8th is completely fine. I've also heard you're sick (D, so don't worry about replying any time soon. ^^ ~350 words. She had almost caught the damned slippery thing when she heard a voice behind her. Eliza froze, mid-snap. How had she completely missed another wolf's approach? Beyond her embarrassment at being caught acting so immaturely was her embarrassment at getting so caught up in play that she lost sense of her surroundings. That wasn't a good idea, and it wasn't like her to forget herself so completely. Her fur was drenched, dripping and considerably flattened. Eliza didn't go in the water often, even in shallows, but she always had the feeling she looked rather foolish soaking wet -- she was rather fluffy normally, and she figured looked rather like a drowned rat after jumping through the spring. In her discomfort, she vaguely registered that the other wolf had asked her a question. She turned, finally, to face her packmate. The other's coat was white like her own, but oddly marked. Strange. Eliza hadn't seen very many examples of fur modification where she came from, and the idea of it was still very odd. "I was just--" Eliza began, and then stopped. She had been about to finish "catching fish," but in all honesty that was clearly not the case. Unfortunately, no catching had been taking place, much to her chagrin. It was embarrassing enough to be caught acting like this, but to be caught blatantly failing at her puppyish pursuit... it turned out that she could feel awkward in wholly new, awesome ways. Suddenly feeling somewhat chilled, she shook herself briskly, trying to try out a bit, and headed closer to the other female on dry land. "I was just trying for some fish," she finished, lamely. On getting closer to the strangely-marked wolf, Eliza noticed that she looked rather... out of it. She wondered if perhaps the female wasn't feeling well, but then tried to dismiss the thought as none of her business. She was holding some rather peculiar looking objects which, to her nose, smelled quite unlike anything she had come across before. She was curious, but then the other wolf's possessions were none of her business, either. [/html] - Lolita Monroe - 11-24-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> I'm always sick. xD; So it's not too big of a deal, although my current ouchie is worse. :< 300+ words.
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I'm sorry to hear about owwie. >.< I hope you feel better! ~290 words. From up close, the other wolf's coloring was really quite shocking. Eliza had very little conception of how such things were done, and couldn't help wondering just how she had gotten such a vibrant red out of the base of light-colored fur. The difference in their heights was also more pronounced, and after a moment of awkward indecision, Eliza shifted into her Optime form so she could look the other female in the eye. She hoped it wasn't bad manners -- it seemed appropriate to try and match her form to the other's. The other wolf's bemused reaction to Eliza's behavior made her feel even more embarrassed, but she tried to shake it off. She was out of the water now, and her actions were in the past now. Nothing to be done, and she didn't have to justify herself. Doing so would just make her seem weak or wishy-washy. She was surprised when she was then offered... something, though she still couldn't say she knew exactly what it was the marked female was offering. She supposed her interest in what the female had been carrying had not been as subtle as she had hoped. That wasn't terribly good, staring was pretty inconsiderate. It was very polite of her to offer Eliza some, she thought, even despite her rudeness. She hadn't had a clue until now that whatever it was was even shareable, but it was still kind of her to offer some to a stranger. "Oh, that's very kind," she began. "I-- well, what is it?" she asked, somewhat nervously, vaguely ashamed of her ignorance. Eliza realized she had no idea what the other female's name was. Feeling rude, she hurried to introduce herself. "I'm Eliza, by the way. Pleased to meet you." [/html] - Lolita Monroe - 12-10-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> 300+ words.
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