#halosimple {width:440px; padding:10px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/5697571/lykoistar10.png); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;}
#halosimple .ooc {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:italic; line-height:1.2em;}
#halosimple p {text-align:justify; line-height:1.5em; text-indent:30px;}
#halosimple .bottom {text-align:right; font-family: times new roman, helvetica, sans-serif;}
#halosimple .bottom p {line-height:1.5em; margin:0px;text-align:right; line-height:1.2em; }
#halosimple .name {font-family: 'Calligraffitti', arial, serif; font-size:32px; line-height:1.5em; }
</style>
Although she loved them dearly, once she had received that prolonged taste of what it felt like to be without the children, she did allow herself short trips within the clan’s territory or by their borders. During most of her trips along the forever watchful skulls, she had been wickedly unfortunate to run into others that did not belong to their ranks disturbingly often. It offered her gloomy anticipation, and she felt restless lingering around the mansion without taking trips to scout for potential danger. It wasn’t her duty to do so, but she was protective of Inferni’s claim, and would make sour comments about this whenever next she was unlucky enough to run into her blonde Aquila.
Hackles rose with instantaneous fury when a stranger’s fresh scent was the first thing she ran into when she reached the well-marked claim that separated her home from free territory. There was no true crime committed as long as they didn’t break into the lands, but Halo could care more about such silly details. Although the skulls, so prettily lined up along the scent of ownership, had no voice of their own, their presence spoke of what had happened here. The clan did not approve of unannounced visitors. Some clan members were friendlier than others, but Halo despised those who dared to travel so close to Inferni. Rat-tail Zana might allow fools to leave here unharmed, but Halo would not. The kids had gnawed her wolf pelts apart, and she wanted new ones.
On quick feet, the warmly hued Halo stalked after the scent, in hot pursuit of the owner. The smell of a wolf pack more distant than most. She recognized it today, as she had been nearby their borders only a few days ago. Red eyes were hot with her cruel intentions. It didn’t take too long before she managed to catch sight of the guilty creature in the distance. The Lykoi female did not slow as she released a sharp bark.
Your faith walks on broken glass
[/html]