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- Susquehanna - 01-04-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... uetree.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: ©table code and image to jacoby: Whee, ramble. Sorry about this, I've been fighting getting a reply up so it's gonna sound funny/rambly. Word count: 321. Worth 2 points SSWM
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- Haku Soul - 01-05-2010 [html] SSWM 354 The white substance muted the world in a way nothing else could, butt he snap of a set of metal jaws was loud enough for Dahlia’s king to notice. The sound rose far behind the chocolate coated male’s path and he turned in the blink of an eyes and let his jaws part in quiet wonder. Fresh meat in some form? With confidence only worn by immortal gods, the male started to walk back in his own fresh footsteps. His secui body was lean and strong, though there was an invisible wariness haunting his bones, though the man had not shifted forms today. Electric blue gaze was looking straight ahead and not down as his new prints ruined the former set of paw prints. Ears flickered as a howl sounded very close. Susquehanna, the aunt he so kindly had chased from the borders. It had been such a long time now and he wondered if she was due for another lesson in how to behave. He started trotting and was soon able to see her dark form.
There was a meaty horse and a triggered metal jaw. Haku’s own jaws clenched visibly, for it had been decided that Dahlia’s members were not to trigger the traps so that they could have some extra defence against Inferni. He let a low growl sound as his gaze moved to horse and dog and puppy. Oh, yet another puppy? He stepped closer and his tail moved with absolute dominance as he looked over the small party. He noted the small scar on the black woman’s muzzle and gave a mental smirk hidden behind his cold mask. Ears flattened as he wondered whether or not to go hostile at once. She had given him enough trouble in the past and he could not guess why she would want to suddenly show up and speak to him again. If it was Cercelee or Cwmfen they were after then none were here and he was the one and only leader of the foolishly named flower power pack. "Aunt?" his dark voice sounded, demanding an explanation. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Susquehanna - 01-05-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... uetree.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: ©table code and image to jacoby: Word count: 472. Worth 2 points SSWM
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- Haku Soul - 01-05-2010 [html] SSWM 774 Oh, she could not bear to keep eye contact now. This was how he liked it. He wanted her to crawl and plead, though he assumed she would only do the crawl part willingly unless he started to tear at that little piece of living meat she was holding in his hands. She had acted correctly however and her dark figure held submission. She acknowledged his superiority and he could be nothing but satisfied by her current behaviour. He thought he noticed a mild form of fear from her. It would not surprise him if the scent was real, for she was at his mercy with a young child cradled in her weak arms. He could so very easily kill them both and she knew this fact. He suddenly turned and eyed the trap, wondering if it had ever been there when he had passed this very spot less than half an hour ago. He drew closer and drew cold air through his nostrils. A faint tingle of lavender spooked his senses and his muzzle lowered until it almost touched his front paws. Was that too lavender? Had he really crossed the fresh trace without realizing that the criminal had been close by? Was Dahlia’s enemy here now, watching them? Blue eyes wandered as the black woman spoke gibberish in his ears. Was it Susquehanna? Sharp gaze turned on the woman immediately, though she smelt of featherheads and not the scented plant.
Why would she visit and ask the worst person possible to join the pack temporarily? As if he needed any more proof to know that this old woman was a traitor? He remained silent, though his fangs were suddenly bared in a silent sneer before his lips fell over and hid the yellowing weapons again. He paced over to her form again, but found no rest in his legs, so he continued to pace back and forth, back and forth as if studying a piece of trapped prey with no escape route. Her next words were true though. While he knew Conor had found interest in healing – why this was he had no understanding for – he also knew that the boy was merely a novice. Svara had been a little beginner though had believed herself to be fully trained. He remembered the boiled herb mixture she had dished up for one of the rare occasions where his body had allowed an earthly illness to touch his immortal body. It had not done anything for the male. While he did not believe in much of this healing shit, he knew as a fact that his aunt was skilled at this despite her general insignificance. Her skills would be good for the upcoming war, yes yes.
Eyes of intense blue sought the space where the woman’s hand gestured as she introduced her so called Spirit Animal, but there was nothing there. There was no part left of Haku that could perceive whatever it was that she attempted to show him. The woods were empty and there was only Susquehanna, her bastard child and a meaty horse that he wanted to eat. ”Sure.” he had no problems with allowing Susquehanna to be accompanied by her imaginary friend or what the hell this Cian thing was. His eyes moved to the large hoofed meat and he thought it was a shame that some canines started to believe they could befriend horses. The large creature’s kind was meant to be eaten, not befriended. Would she expect him to make peace with rabbits and squirrels next? Again his lips drew back to reveal his jagged daggers, but still he said nothing. His focus changed again, though he did not bother to wonder who the woman had screwed to get a child. Technically this would be his cousin. So odd, but completely insignificant.
His eyes drew up to the dark woman; his aunt. ”Why would I want a traitor in my pack, humm.” this was not a question where an answer was expected. The words were tossed out into the air and he seemed to taste the words and consider this, although he had already decided what to do with her. ”For how long would you plan to stay if your mere purpose here is only to show off your little bastard kid to your friends?” Oh, how disgusting he was to a woman that should hold his respect. Haku Soul had gone so wrong that he was unable to see this obvious fact despite being apparent in everything he said and did. ”For that is what she is, yes?” Why else was the woman alone? <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Susquehanna - 01-08-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... uetree.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: ©table code and image to jacoby: Let me know if this reprimand was a little harsher than what you meant, and I'll change-ify it. Word count: 357. Worth 2 points SSWM
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- Haku Soul - 01-09-2010 [html] SSWM 585 A snarl failed to be held back by the black female and the large secui took a sudden step forwards and released a snarl that with ease competed with hers. Had she not left Dahlia de Mai in the pack? Then she had walked in and out as if she still was one of them until she found her precious featherhead pack and stayed there. Luckily for her she had learned the last time she had been caught intruding on Dahlian soil with some foolish male friend. He considered the little child in her arms. Did it belong to the cowardly male that had failed to rise and protect her when Haku’s fangs had struck for her? The female again failed to display submission and dared to growl at him as she moved the little bastard behind on her back, obviously to get her own body between the child and the evil Dahlian alpha. She tried to stare him down, but his eyes took the challenge and held eye contact with ease. He was the superior here and she would know submission before she could hope for a possibility to get past the Dahlian borders. As she seemed to realize that staring him down was not going to happen she spoke words that should better be left out. She was right in one thing though; it was not his business to know the child’s details. He had no interest either – he just found pleasure in pushing the female down into the dirt. She would not get anywhere if she did not swallow her pride.
”You speak foolish words, female” the dark creature growled and took a final step that brought him right up in her face; the steam from his sour breath dancing in her face. ”You left Dahlia, and nothing you can say can make up for that, and so you will forever carry that title.” Once a traitor always a traitor in Haku Soul’s book. Haku’s intentions were to cripple her both mentally and physically before this meeting was over, but the opportunity of receiving a Dahlian healer held some value. He did not want Dahlia to survive the war that could be seen in the horizon, but it could prolong the upcoming conflict and strengthen Dahlia’s position. Although the chocolate and cream male only knew that he wanted to see lives be torn apart, he was not completely without a side. It would be pleasurable to see Inferni wither and fall as well, and Dahlia would need a healer then. Conor was mostly as useless as the rest, but the dark father had to admit that the son was absorbing skill from the individuals he spent time with. Some had taught him the basics of fighting and the boy had already helped the ebony Alex with her injuries. Perhaps it would be wise to give Dahlia more of a chance. Perhaps not. He only wanted to paint the world red – he was so tired of details, details, forever those unavoidable details that required choices.
”I’m not sure if I can accept a woman that doesn't know her place. You dare to raise your voice like that in my presence one more time and you will lose it permanently.” His threats were not empty. There was nothing Haku loved more than to tear through skin and flesh and bones, and it was only because of her worth that he had allowed her words to go physically unpunished. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Susquehanna - 01-09-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... uetree.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: ©table code and image to jacoby: Word count: 367. Worth 2 points SSWM
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- Haku Soul - 01-10-2010 [html] SSWM 625 She seemed to understand the words he spoke, although it was all too clear how she felt about the matter. That was why she was weak; she could not control herself, she made foolish decisions that turned situations against her. At least while dealing with him anyway. It was not his problem though, for he was the alpha and sole leader of Dahlia de Mai now. She had no rights here and Cercelee no longer had a say in anything for she had fled together with her cowardly mate and exited his life. Although she had now averted her gaze she could see the fires burning in her eyes. That again should be enough for him to make the solution swift by sinking his fangs deeply into her throat and rip it out and listen to her bastard child scream. Nostrils widened and inhaled the scent of the woman and her child. They both stank of Aniwaya, but he analyzed the child’s mixed scent and pondered for a moment before some pieces of the puzzle found their rightful spots. Although the man had never met the leader of the pack of strays face to face, he had traced their borders and learned the so-called King’s scent. Although the child carried her own unique combination of scents, the dog’s scent was present and he knew that Susquehanna was alone with her young one. Although he did not know the rumours of how much of a tease and sex addict the Cour de Miracles leader was, no other conclusion could be drawn as the parents lived in two different packs with many miles separating them.
He grinned now; one of those emotionless grimaces that caused hearts to increase their paces as amounts of adrenaline was needed. Ears swivelled forward as the woman mumbled like a yearling that had been reprimanded. He gave a disgusted snort and waited for something better. Soon she had managed to speak out her apology, but ah how could she believe it was good enough when he had seen embers burn in her eyes as she had removed her eyes from his form? He truly did not understand why she was here. He did not even want her here. They would all die and this was what he wanted them to. Perhaps he would be able to drag the woman down together with the rest of Dahlia de Mai. Once this thought had found its way into conscious thought, it stayed. A squeak sounded – barely audible at all, but it was there. The woman started to back away unannounced and he followed with merely a step then decided to see what she was doing. Foolish female could not decide where to keep the little bastard, it seemed. ”For your entire stay here you will be carrying the omega status,” his dark voice suddenly announced. ”All will know what you are, both you and your little bastard child.” There was no playing nice now, for she was not welcome here.
”Better extinguish the fire in your eyes and learn to control yourself, you should be old enough to be able to do this by now,” he added, again determined to let her know that her place now and always would be below him. His last words were no doubt mocking. This was no way for a nephew to talk to his elder aunt, but Haku could not see her for anything other than what she was; an old whore and traitor. Darkness altered his perspective of things and he would no doubt lead Dahlia into the path of destruction. He would require a yes before he was to grant her access into the lands. He was that much of a bastard. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Susquehanna - 01-12-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... uetree.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: ©table code and image to jacoby: Word count: 325. Worth 2 points SSWM
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- Haku Soul - 01-21-2010 [html] -- Her simple answer was good enough. Haku had problems with caring about this in any way. While Susquehanna never would manage to pose a thread to him and Dahlia, he always struck down strongly on trespassers that simply did not know their place. If she wanted to live as a Dahlian for the short amount of the time she was planning to spend here then he would not really care according to theory. She was insignificant in most ways, and if she was to manage to teach the most promising one of his children then that would be good. Dahlia would surely need it. He gave her a court nod and set off, as usual reluctant to add a farewell as he turned his back at her. Whatever she did now was up to her. He had other things to worry about than an old aunt with an imaginary friend. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] |