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- Ataxia Delacour - 11-16-2009 [html]
[/html] - Strelein von Rosnete - 11-18-2009 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... ilding.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> wc: 300+ OOC: Sorry for delay! I usually put stuff up faster than this. APUSH and all. There was still some allure left from the coast. True enough, this desire, this longing, would fade slightly the moment the snow began to fall and coat the golden sands with a dusting of white. Of course that feeling would be destroyed completely when there was a glacier of the stuff laying on the grass. Strel had come from further north than this, but he had in his years wondered what a warm paradise could be. Some of the wiser beasts in the old pack, who knew how to read, had shared their stories with the pups in the caves during winter. Never did they light a fire to ease the stinging pain of the chill even as their voices sang of the heat of the tropics. Fires were for the humans and the wolves would never be humans. Such backwards beings, so conservative. Strel hoped they fell apart as the young ones grew into adults. Toes felt the hardness of the sand, clouds having cooled it all down since the sun started hiding. Winter was surely on its way. His lavender gaze rose from his path and spied a creature wandering as well. He noted her figure briefly before putting it entirely out of his mind. No male had such a form, not a one was remotely as thin and shapely. Wind played with his shoulder length hair, tossing it across his eyes even if he used his hands to keep it away. Spitting out a strand, the male sent a whistle into the air. A small puff of vapor formed and dissipated before his lips as the sound shakily echoed forth. He had not been sure she would have heard him if he had shouted. A slightly cold hand rose into the air and waved, eagerly awaiting the moment the female would turn and see him behind her.
[/html] - Ataxia Delacour - 11-19-2009 [html]
[/html] - Strelein von Rosnete - 11-25-2009 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... ilding.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: Sorry for delay again! /bad bad bad Gen. I also apologize about the length, but I feel like I'm being repeatedly punched in the gut. Bold as brass and twice as bright, Strel kept his grin plastered thickly on this features. The chillier day did not seem to bother him all too much anymore, not when he had something new to play with. Well, perhaps not so much play with as harass; it was his curse to be more of a pain than a benefit more often than not. Truthfully, it did not affect him a bit since he'd always believed there had to be someone that was the bubbly person who just got on your nerves now and then. What fun would there be otherwise? What mischief could be made with dingbats and bullies? None, for there would be no one to make the mischief in the first place. Though it would not work fully every time, there were advantages to being absolutely difficult to bring down. "Well, hi there!" he greeted, rather exuberantly about it. He had noticed she'd shied away from him instead of seeming rather happy for a new acquaintance. Guess not everyone could be as thrilled over strangers as me. He gave a mental sigh at himself, question his own vigor over it. But his little mental debate with himself barely showed through on his features, though his eyes seemed only three quarters present. "You weren't here when I was before. You new to Cours? How're you liking it?" He had to restrain himself from asking even more questions into that single breath. Perhaps, he was a tad bit too excited. Then again, it was not everyday that he socialized with a new packmate.
[/html] - Ataxia Delacour - 11-27-2009 [html]
[/html] - Strelein von Rosnete - 11-27-2009 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... ilding.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;">300+ "Gotta start somewhere, right?" he chimed in, hoping to ease the pressure the girl seemed to be under. It seemed as though social interactions were not her forte. Her tone, posture, and the way she spoke told him she needed to guided to come out of her shell, even a little bit. Of course, that was only what he thought. Never did it occur to him that he could have been wrong. Strelein von Rosnete was stubborn and he was proud. No way was he going to admit he was wrong. And if he did? Well, he'd be the picture of a pouting child denied his dessert. Strel was about to nod, but he chose not to. He could not really say how long he'd been here; his memory was a little fuzzy after that sojourn in the woods. "Well, I've been here since June, but I left for a couple of months for some stupid reason. I'm obviously back now, though!" he beamed, trying to be as warm and pleasant as he could possibly be. Trying to make friends was indeed his strength, though keeping some was the harder challenge. "What do you like about this place so far? Made any new friends?" Strel wanted to keep prying more information from the female, hoping more questions would give her lead to speak more. That was his goal after all. To learn more and meet more people and to make many friends. He was rather selfish in that sense. "What drove you here, anyway? Simply a change of scenery? An angry leader who wants your blood?" Strel persisted, wanting more and more out of the female. He didn't even know if she wanted to talk about any of that, let alone to some pack mate she had only just met.
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[/html] - Ataxia Delacour - 12-06-2009 [html]
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