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- Marik - 01-05-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... abdino.png); background-color:#468498; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ©table code and image to jacoby; 1224 words; Prompt #1 & #6; Put this here to refer to the different types of snares;You don't have to mirror I'm just trying to make up for having to work and not being able to do posts for those hours away.
The proclamation of what they were on the eve of hadn’t any real effect on Marik except to send him researching. He wasn’t a fighter but that wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t help out. He would do his part even if he didn’t know these coyotes. He had discussed with his brother what would be best to use. Marik had wanted to use pits but the ground was frozen and couldn’t be dug out. Cotl had pretty much affirmed that snares were the only way to go. They could add in pits in the spring when the ground thawed out. It didn’t matter if they would still be at war at that time or not. It could always be a preventive measure for the next time something happened. After all it was no secret how wolves felt about them. No secret that they were outnumbered by those said wolves too. But they all couldn’t be bad. Like coyotes really weren’t that bad. It was all a bunch of misconceptions and no one taking the time to understand each other. But that wasn’t to say that Marik was about to become a vigilante for unity now. Personally he didn’t care one way or another. He wasn’t prejudiced and that was enough for him. He wasn’t about to try and sway other people’s thoughts. Everyone was entitled to their own opinions. At least that was how he saw things. Let people live their lives how they wanted to. But then that concept could come from his own having to be stifled while around his parents. It could be why he acted shamelessly now that he was out from under their rule. Really now, he had to explain away all of his tattoos and piercings as having been marks of a warrior. Perhaps in some culture it was true but it wasn’t what his Meister had told him as he had told his parents that the older coyote had. It was a lie but oh well. It was one that had to be told if he was going to continue to see his brother. He was pretty sure that Cotl knew he lied to their parents all of the time. If he hadn’t then he would have been shunned for his excursions. He would have been banned from ever seeing Cotl again. How was it possible that their own parents thought that their own child was a bad influence. That he was going to corrupt the rest of his litter? Marik didn’t believe it and it showed in his frequent visits to his slightly older brother. In how he had left Germany without a word to find him when he had gotten the note that his brother had taken off for Canada. So he was here for his admiration of his brother being able to be just who he was.
- Gabriel de le Poer - 01-05-2010 [html] Word Count: 375 In Character
There had been no preemptive strike against them, no mass attack as there had been the previous year. This did not mean it would not come; Gabriel did not doubt that Haku would amass his followers soon. They’d come after Inferni again and try and strike at their weakest point—attack their women, and the only child the clan had under its wing. Mason was close to being an adult, but he was still a child in Gabriel’s eyes. It would destroy him if Mason and any of their females were found in the same state as the proclamation from last year. He would not let that happen, and made a point to stalk the borders almost obbessively. Though he had many other eyes, as made apparent by the tracks in the snow (Anselm’s mostly, but the hooves of Cotl’s horse as well), it was soothing for the amber-eyed Aquila to make his rounds and be doubly sure that no part of the borders was left unprotected, left unseen. Inferni would be safe, and prepared. A familiar scent came rushing towards him, and Gabriel’s ears swiveled forward, looking for a source. Not five minutes later did he find it—though this was not Cotl, as he expected, the man looked remarkably similar to him (tattoos and all) and their scents were nearly identical. No doubt they were close, or related, and likely, his mother had been the one to accept the boy. It helped settle Gabriel’s mind a little, knowing that their numbers were growing. More so, growing with adult males that would give them the strength they needed in times like these. Approaching downwind, Gabriel let out a short bark to announce his presence, and quickened his approach in order to come to the hybrid’s side. Though in lupus form, as always, Gabriel’s body language spoke his authority well enough—he felt nothing peculiar about having to look up to the much taller Optime. “I didn’t catch your name before,” he said, rather then an unnecessary greeting. He recalled seeing the stranger staying next to Cotl, and now found their eyes were the same peculiar colors. They had to be related; Gabriel figured that this would be made apparent when the boy explained himself. <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Marik - 01-16-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... abdino.png); background-color:#468498; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ©table code and image to jacoby; 1103 words
He would probably still have Cotl’s scent clinging to him. After all they continued to cuddle in the same bed night after night. The boys would huddle together to keep each other warm during the winter. It was just their thing. And honestly there weren’t things going on beneath the surface as most would imagine. Their relationship was that regular old platonic brotherly kind. It was just that Marik could prove to be a bit more affectionate than most brothers could. But still there was nothing going on. Not that Cotl would ever allow for it even if Marik was open for it. But that was just Marik. He wasn’t prejudiced against anyone. He didn’t judge at all. To him everyone and everything was absolutely the same. Which was probably why war wasn’t really on the top of his list of things that he wanted to do. He didn’t have anything against anyone so he didn’t really want to fight. And let’s face it. He was short. Shorter than Cotl even. He really wasn’t that impressing of a force when even a female towered above him. Not that he had ever let his height hinder him before. It could even be said that there were some things that he was the perfect height for. Like being able to crawl around in the bushes. He could get into some of those smaller places that had to be investigated in lupus form for everyone else while he remained optime. So his height worked for him really. Though Cotl really wasn’t happy with being so short. But he and his brother differed on the view of many things. On nearly like everything actually. But still they managed to get along grandly. Sure, there were still the brotherly quarrels but that was just normal and they were always settled quickly enough after the air had been cleared.
- Gabriel de le Poer - 01-18-2010 [html] Word Count: 555 In Character
The idea of brotherly affection to Gabriel went only as far as a rough housing session. He had never been very touchy feely with any of his siblings, and had Cotl or his brother displayed such things around him (as they had at the meeting) it would seem very peculiar. Still, he was pleased to see the boy greet him with respect. Quite quickly the boy placed his book on the ground, and Gabriel shifted his body in order to be able to study what he was seeing. Marik, as his name was, spoke quickly and with the intent of explaining his idea—placing traps around the borders with the intent to kill. They certainly looked horrible—metal jaws and sharp points that would draw blood, and if triggered correctly, take lives without concern for who they were. While Gabriel certainly would be thrilled to find one of Haku’s soldiers, or Haku himself, caught in such a thing, he wondered what the repercussions would be if they accidentally killed one of their own, or worse, someone who made the mistake of crossing their borders without ill intent. Still, there was no time for weakness in war, and his eyes narrowed sharply as he considered this. While Marik paused for a moment, his speech continued quickly, bringing up the Mansion. At this, Gabriel lifted his head, wondering just how new the boy really was. Anselm had been working for what seemed like weeks gathering his supplies, and now here came a stranger with the same idea for healing. The further suggestions for food supplies was something Gabriel had not considered, but as he thought over the idea, the militaristic gears in his mind rushed to work. Once the boy finished, the Aquila settled his weight and sunk onto his haunches, realizing they might need to talk the situation out further. “I don’t like the idea of raising food,” he said honestly, voice flat. “It leaves the possibility for sabotage wide open, and I think its best everyone hunt to keep their skills up.” Fat, lazy coyotes would do him no good. “We haven’t starved yet and I don’t think we will anytime soon. If the deer and rabbits get scarce, there’s goats up on the mountain. They’re tough little bastards, but there’s a lot of them, and the wolves don’t ever go up there.” Gabriel himself rarely chased the goats, his shoulder unwilling to deal with the constant drops that came with trying to chase one of the horned beasts up and down the slopes. “My cousin, Anselm, he’s working on a greenhouse now actually. That’s his deal, so if you want to assist with it, he’s the person to talk to. He’s not hard to find; big guy, looks kind of like a wolf, and has some tattoos. I’m sure he’d welcome some more help with the project.” The more people who got involved meant the faster it would get done, something that Gabriel hoped would rush their production along. Though it would take time for healing herbs to grow, it would be better to have something started as opposed to nothing. Of course, what Gabriel was interested in was the first topic of discussion. “Those traps though,” he said, motioning back to the book. “Do you know how they work? You could build them?” <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Marik - 01-26-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... abdino.png); background-color:#468498; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ©table code and image to jacoby; 1100 words
That was the downfall of those sorts of traps. They had no mercy. Which was why he was getting consultation first. He wasn’t certain to what lengths the Leader would want to go. Would he want to risk it all or would he choose to remain on the more cautious side? Marik had no idea. He had the information to share and that was about it. He could only offer up the idea and see where things would go. And the boy tended to get numerous ideas. They just seemed to randomly pop into his head most of the time. Like if the ground hadn’t been frozen he would have rather gone with pits in which to capture prisoners. But that wasn’t a possibility. So to make up for that his mind had came up with death as an option. Not something that he was particularly interested in himself but he didn’t want it to seem as if he wasn’t trying to help out. Really he was but war just wasn’t his thing. He would do his part on the defense front but fighting really wasn’t his thing. He just didn’t see the point in it. Not when he had nothing against the wolves at all. So long as he wasn’t required to get involved in the actual fighting then he would do what he had to in order to help out the clan that had taken him in just before all hell had broken loose.
- Gabriel de le Poer - 01-29-2010 [html] Word Count: 309 In Character
Despite the aversion that most of Inferni’s members apparently had to battle, Gabriel would not only expect them to defend the clan, but he would demand it. In all cases, when they were capable to fight, they were capable to do what needed done. Unless one was incapable of physically doing anything (in Vieira’s case, for example) there was no excuse. Had anyone shown him the signs of weakness when it came to a willingness to fight, Gabriel would have removed them regardless of the war at hand. His instinct and militarist mind would not allow for any unnatural weakness. Marik and Anselm had met, which would make them finding one another easier—especially since the former had less knowledge in the matter then the latter. As long as his hands were capable, that was all that mattered. Dismissing the idea since it did not belong to his department, Gabriel listened intently to the idea behind the traps, and how they would be formed. They could be done, and it was Gabriel’s choice now as to which traps were best suited for their purpose. Lowering his face to examine the drawings, the coy-wolf studied their designs and found some of them more useful for what they would be used for. “Try this,” he pointed with one large paw to a snare trap. “And this,” to a second, more vicious looking trap. “You talk to Anselm and set something up. He’s going to be the one in charge of this, and everything will go through him before it comes to me.” Certainly his golden cousin would have no qualm shooting down bad plans and opting to use the ones that were most useful when it came to defending their borders. No part of him had any second thought when it came to having Anselm at the lead on the project. <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Marik - 02-05-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... abdino.png); background-color:#468498; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ©table code and image to jacoby; 500 words
Marik’s lack in height was certainly a handicap. Unlike his brother he didn’t have the horse to make him taller. Nor did he have the weapons either. All he had was himself. And really that wasn’t much at all when compared to what he was up against. Also, it was against his religion. His religion was all about making love, in quite the literal fashion. His religion spoke nothing of death or killing. Along with that he didn’t have a problem with anyone. He had just come along at the wrong time. He was only sticking around because of a promise to his brother. So war really wasn’t his thing. He wasn’t a fighter. He would do his part and help with the traps and such since his brother had volunteered him for that already. It was the least he could do. And if he was to be sent away then he guessed so be it. He would just have to break the news to Cotl and have to hear his brother’s protests. But what was he supposed to do if he was told to get out by the leader? Cotl would just have to deal with it and Marik would have to find somewhere else to go.
- Gabriel de le Poer - 02-07-2010 [html] In Character
Of religion, Gabriel knew much. His own was a faith based both in love and wrath, but the God that Gabriel knew was an angry one. This older Lord spoke of blood and fire, and of the apocalyptic voice that would reign down all of the fury that was His to command. He would never turn away from any of the terrible things that he had done in the name of his Lord, and he would never wash the blood from his cross. His brother spoke of peace, and his sister echoed this call, but one of them had nearly been killed because of it. There was no place for weakness in this unforgiving land. This was Gabriel’s truth. “Yes,” he answered, unsure of what a weeks time would bring him. Rikka had been wounded severely, and he had no room to believe another attack wouldn’t come. “Anselm will come to me with anything I need to know, but he’s the one who’s going to be taking charge. I know your brother knows him, so that might be a good way to introduce yourself further.” Of course, once Anselm explained the situation, Gabriel would realize this was a poor suggestion. “Need anything else?” the Aquila added, looking up at the peculiarly small halfbreed plainly. <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Marik - 02-12-2010 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... abdino.png); background-color:#468498; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> ©table code and image to jacoby; 530 words
Marik’s religion had no god at its head. It was all about the relationships that each person developed with another. There were the positions in which to practice with another partner, same gender or opposite it mattered not. His religion wasn’t of the traditional sort that most thought of when it came to religion. All because there wasn’t the involvement in death in it. Instead it was all about building relationships with another and pleasing one’s partner. In other words, it was the perfect religion for Marik. So Gabriel wasn’t likely to understand Marik’s religion. Even Marik’s very own brother wasn’t into it. But it wasn’t like he expected Cotl to take an interest in it. His brother was too much of a prude to take an interest in it. And his leader believed in wrath and bloodshed so it didn’t seem as if Marik’s religion would leave an impression on him either. It appeared that Marik would be left alone in practicing his religion. Which would be difficult since the religion centered around at least a couple. Though sometimes favoring a larger group. The hybrid would just have to wait to find someone that shared his interest with him.
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