.freeb6 b {font-weight:bold; color:#0b1719; letter-spacing:1px; }
.freeb6-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;}
.freeb6 p {text-indent:25px;padding:10px 25px 5px 26px;margin:0px;}
.freeb6 {width:400px;border:1px solid #2d4041;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... freeb6.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:60px;background-color:#a1b1b9;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#2d4041;}
</style>
ooc murr
The dark backed male had finished his work that day. The rabbits were strung up above the prep counter, ready for cooking, he'd get to that some time in the week. Or to be more exact, Iven would get to that. While Galileo could cook, for one he didn't usually like to and for another he wasn't that good. No, Io had always been the one with that skill, even from a very young age she would sneak off to the kitchens to watch or sometimes help. Galileo was usually to busy endorsing himself in bad behaviour and fighting to do 'girl stuff' as he had put it in his childlike years.
Galileo sighed as he lowered himself to the ground. How long had it been since he had relaxed? A pretty long while ago he guessed. He was always too busy trying for a co-rank or doing something for the pack, it seemed as if he was always doing something else for some one else. The secui formed male rolled onto his back lazily, the breeze blowing through the chino fur on his stomach. It was an uplifting feeling to have no work to do, no hunting to do.