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- Strelein von Rosnete - 01-10-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... ands-2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 421 backdated to the 30th of December Strel curled up in his nest, staring at the blank wall. He wanted to get it painted, but had yet to go with Mati to get the material to color his home. Sighing, he turned over in the bed, wondering just when he was planning to get something to eat for himself. It was getting later in the evening, dark even from what the light, or lack there of, in his window told him. He had lain down around the beginning of afternoon, having exhausted things to do for the day. There was no muse to really sew anything, and the lack of a terribly large variety of usable cloth made that even more difficult. Letting another sigh escape him, the redhead pulled himself up out of the bed. Sort of kicking the pile, he let it resume its usual form as a mountain instead of a volcano. There was nothing in the kitchen so he figured he could always go outside and catch himself an animal. But that would require patience, and besides, mostly everything would be asleep now. What was the point? Strel left the kitchen, going into a room off the main hallway. He plopped himself down the couch after finding the bottle he had hidden in the room. The glass was warped and unique, definitely not something that a human had made in their most recent bottles. Rurik had given him this bottle as a free sample when they had met. Strel had confessed of his dilemma and received the vodka, though the next bottles would cost a trade. He had gotten drunk then, having tried some of the stuff the silver wolf kept on him in a flask thing. Gently setting the bottle on the table, he shifted his body to rest on the couch. Strel's life had taken such a weird turn in this pack. He was no longer the weirdest one in a pack. There were just as strange people wondering around, and quite frankly, it was nice not having an alpha always make sure someone knew where he went. There was so much more freedom in this whole goddamn area. Thank god he had left his old pack. Thank god. Though there were some changes that could have been done without. Like the situation with Leroy. Now that was just a little confusing, and bothersome. He never had that kind of relationship, and he wanted one that meant something different. Beggars can't be choosers if the begging is not their choosing after all. - Susquehanna - 01-11-2010 [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: 412. Worth 2 points SSWM
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- Strelein von Rosnete - 01-11-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... ands-2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 478 Ears twitched slightly at a sound echoing a distance away outside. It was hard to hear and Strel had to strain to hear the sound. Lips thinning a bit, he rose from the couch. Grabbing the bottle, he quickly hid it in somewhere in the room that would not be accidentally disturbed by a careless pack mate who would steal it away from him. Tongue sticking out, the redhead moved to the window. The sun was setting, coloring the sky fiery where it sank beyond the horizon and the frozen moon's domain rose where the sun no longer touched the heavens. That sound - it sounded like singing - was a bit easier to hear closer to the outside, but it was not enough for Strel. He was curious now that he had gotten a better listen to someone distantly singing out to the budding stars. Strel pulled off his shirt and pants, after glancing that no one was going to see him strip so randomly. It was not the stigma of being seen sans them, but more of being seen doing the action of removing his clothes. he folded them as best as he could. Opening the door, he felt the cold evening wind blow into his face, cold flakes of loose snow billowing into his eyes. He gave of a sigh, cursing his inquisitive desire. The door was shut to keep whatever heat was inside from escaping into the cold outside world. Then, he proceeded to shift into his lupine form with his longer mane shortening though remaining vibrant, a form he tried to use only for long distances or quicker travel and nothing else. The clothes, folded neatly and resting on the porch, he took into his mouth, trying to keep his tongue away from them. He ran for not too long a time, but even as he moved forward, he prayed those singing would not stop doing so. Otherwise, this endeavor would have been exceptionally stupid. Finally, the song had gotten loud enough to be a few hundred yards away. This was when Strel stopped, dropped the clothes from his mouth, and changed himself in the time of a quarter of a minute. It took him another minute to put all his trappings on and to make sure his necklace was still on his person. The pair was close enough to him that it only took him a moment to stride through the wood towards them, standing about one hundred feet to their backs. He raised his maw to the sky, letting his tenor voice join the soprano and the alto voice. Somehow it had fit, well enough to actually not sound terrible. The moment the song was over though, Strel gave a guilty look to the woman and her child. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but join in. I hope you don't mind?" - Susquehanna - 01-14-2010 [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: 556. Worth 5 points SSWM
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- Strelein von Rosnete - 01-14-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... ands-2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 483 did this between physics work xD The silence seemed to drag on after the song ended with the woman's voice directing the volume of the other two voices. Strelein just stood there, not wanting to threaten or frighten the female who had sung so beautifully out of the blue. He could not really startle her more than he already had by the bursting out in a joining song. Awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck, fingers running through his shoulder length, dyed red hair. Lavender hued eyes shot up toward the sky above them, which heralded a unblocked view of the moon for a moment as the clouds cleared between snow bearing clouds. Soon those thick, heavy gray-white tufts would return and merge into a huge hovering plain of frosted water falling upon the cold world below. Letting a slight question noise rumble through his throat, the male looked down at his feet where a pressure had been applied by some small thing. What he saw was a young wolf pup resting her own small paws on his and he could not help but silently coo at the girl. She reminded him of the collies in the pack, Jacquez and Ruri and wondered if the young one could be related to the other two. "Dizzy ray you say?" Strelein scratched at his chin, knowing well enough that the pup said something along the lines of "Desiray" or something that sounded quite a lot like it. "Are you a mechanical weapon made to make us lanky adults fall on our faces?" he added, grinning down at Désirée with no malice. Puppies were cute, till they got annoying of course. Naturally the mother came to scoop up the child, who had clearly run away from her parent to address the strange redheaded male. Making a fierce growling noise at the girl, though not terrifying enough to seem real, Strel grinned afterward. "That's right, the scary beasties will come to steal you away and eat you." His parents had said the same thing to him when he was younger, though their threats were more pressing and less joking. The beasts they had meant were the Luperci that dared to act in a manner far beyond the normal wolf's. Their warnings were whispers in the dark den they held when he and his siblings whined to go out and play in the midnight rain. Strel took the hand extended to him. He changed his mind as his hand reached out, leaning forward to kiss the woman's hand as a gentleman would. Might as well give the pack a good image by being courteous while he was introducing himself. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, madam," he said smiling, rising himself from his lean and letting go of the woman's hand. "Would you want to return to the Hotel? It's much warmer there, and I'm sure Dizzy there will find some entertainment." - Susquehanna - 01-16-2010 [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: 539. Worth 5 points SSWM
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- Strelein von Rosnete - 01-16-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... wtable.png); background-position: top-center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 548 I hope you don't mind me skipping their walk over xD;; Strelein was not really surprised when the young child did not really take his actions to heart. He was not a scary person. To say he was scary would mean one had pissed him off and he came at them with sewing needles between his fingers in a fit of anger. Even that was entirely impossible since he would never put in the effort to get up to attack someone in such a situation. He would merely toss the needles or pick up spools of thread, or a rock. Strel's major form of attack would be throwing rocks. Oh yes, he was as menacing as a turnip. Or a cabbage. Strel was a terrifying as a garden vegetable. Or maybe the girl was brave and old enough to know better than to believe his play-growls. That had to be it, otherwise his ego would deflate a bit more. He gave of a shrug, clearly thinking nothing of it. It was the courteous thing to do, especially in this weather. It could start snowing anytime and to leave a mother and her young child out in such a condition would simply not due for a Cours des Miracles gentleman, sexual orientation aside. Besides, the little girl was simply adorable, and he could not just leave her out here with only her mother for warmth. Surely they could get a roaring fire made in one of the downstairs rooms for the child to keep warm and to be fascinated with. He had always been fascinated by the fire when he had learned to make a flame. Even now, at an age where he was approaching three, he was still engrossed by flames whenever he came into view of them. Strel shook his head, and put up his hand. "Think nothing of it. It's the proper thing to do, first of all. Second, you are clearly not guests who mean harm. The Chien Hotel is simply the best place to go to be comfortable, especially if you're merely spending the night, which I'm assuming you are as it is getting late." He hoped he was right on the money. Traveling back home with a slumbering pup was not an easy thing to do, especially considering how dangerous it could be at night for anyone, not only a mother and her child. He waved his hand to the woman, edging her on to follow him. He would lead her there and try to situate her with a nice room for her and 'Dizzy'. After some time, they managed to get to the front of the Hotel, some of the windows alighted with the members inside lighting up their scavenged candles. Strel wondered when they would be able to figure out how those humans ran their generators to power their vast cities. The door was pushed up and he stepped to the side to let Hanna into the entrance hall. "If you go to the right, you'll find the living room. I'm sure I can find some firewood to burn if you would like," he offered, trying to be as accommodating as he could be. He had never really welcomed a total stranger to the Hotel, though a few friends of his he would gladly welcome there. "A drink for the lovely lady?" - Susquehanna - 04-05-2010 [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: 468. Worth 2 points
That did not matter just then, though. They were nearing the building she had stopped before when she had come to tell Jacquez that she was expecting. This amused her greatly, but she did not say so to Strel. Instead she paused, if only momentarily, to gaze upon the almost romantic sight of candles being lit within before following her host into the building, then said, Still, it is nice to know there are still those who would invite a person into shelter instead of just leaving them out. Not all would, unfortunately. She did as the man suggested and moved off to the right into the living area, sat Désirée on the floor and watched as the young one took off on an exploration of the room’s corners. Hanna herself peered around the room, taking in the fireplace, the couch that looked like it needed some repair work done to it, and the pile of bedding material. It smacked of comfort, and Hanna felt relaxed in the room for all it was not her home. Sure, I'll start a fire if you'll hand me some wood. The tinder will light quickly, though. Hanna removed her old medicine bag from her satchel and took the tinder and flint from it, and knelt next to the fireplace. She unsheathed one of her knives, struck the flint against it several times and was pleased to see the little line of smoke rising from the tinder. She glanced up at his offer of a drink, then looked at Desi. I'll take you up on that, once the little one's asleep.
Leaving the rest of the firemaking to her host, Hanna scooped up her daughter and held her to her, letting her suckle. Inside of fifteen minutes, the child was asleep, her day of travel and adventuring caught up with her. The mother cast around the room for the best place to lay her daughter, and decided on the couch. Desi didn't move around much once she was asleep, so Hanna was confident in her choice. Then she sat on the floor and relaxed against the wall. Okay, now she's asleep a drink would not go amiss.
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- Strelein von Rosnete - 04-11-2010 [html] 300+
wtb more muse pls, sorry for the slight powerplay Glancing to see that the woman had found the living room, the redhead went outside to find the firewood pile that had been cut by someone more fit than he. Taking a rather decent armful of logs, Strel nudged his way back into the door, having jammed it a little bit with small stone wedge. By the time he had returned, the tinder was already burning and the woman had left him to make the embers flame up and roar. He knelt by it, feeding the logs in a piece at a time with a thunk as one landed on top of the others and stifled the fire for a moment. Strel looked over his shoulder, hoping to confirm that he was indeed going to offer Susquehanna a drink, before he promptly turned back to focus on the fireplace. The woman was feeding her child and he wanted to give her some privacy. "Sure, as soon as I got the fire goin'." The poker jabbed at a log, sending up light sparks into the chimney. The way he interacted with the logs was almost as though it were a moment of being dishabille. Turning around after he heard Hanna shift, making the seat she had chosen creak, the redhead watched her choose the bed the as a place for her daughter to rest. Rising, the Miracles male got the bottle of alcohol, though he set it back down. He exited the room and went into the kitchen, taking two cups. One was a mug and the other was more of a tall glass, not really containers for alcoholic beverages. It would have to do. As Strel returned to the room, the woman moved to the wall near the fireplace, and the redhead sat himself down on the stones before the blazing fire. The booze was opened and he distributed a small amount between the mug and the glass. He picked up the glass and let it clink next to Hanna. "There you are, hope the cups will do." Taking a sip, Strel scrunched his face from the alcohol, though he recovered with a soft sigh and a head shake. "So you said you were heading somewhere in the lands, yes?" he inquired, wondering if she were heading to Halifax, but why would she pass through a territory to do so? It was a risky move, so surely she was coming to see someone in the territory. But who? "You were going to meet someone?" he asked, innocently, wondering curiously what she was doing in Miracles. .sanctuary b {font-weight:bold; color:#b1f4ff; letter-spacing:.5px; } .sanctuaryooc {font-style:italic; padding: 10px 31px 5px 31px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#4f7eba;} .sanctuary p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 31px 5px 31px; margin:0px;} .sanctuary {margin:0 auto; width:420px; background-color:#001650; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... uary-2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 0px 0px 68px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#a1c5f1; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] |