side with the guns [j.]

[Anselm de le Poer]

[html]

http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... s/truc.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:187px; background-position:top center; background-color:#F8BB4D; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#AB360D; line-height:15px;padding-bottom:10px;">

@&#&$His black nails dug into the cold, hard earth as if he were expecting some sort of charge to come along with the coyote's enthusiastic outburst. Though his expression remained neutral all the while, he was relieved that Nala managed to restrain himself. "Erm.. yep. I know more shifters than not," he confirmed, one brow cocked incredulously. "Guess it might sound weird if you didn't grow up with it," he added, giving the young coyote the benefit of the doubt. "Only a handful of ways to pick it up yourself if you weren't born with it, though," he continued, assuming that this concern might logically follow from Nala's general interest in the subject. Sex and blood... he wasn't sure if the boy was old enough for the former. Anselm had been screwing around by his age, but this kid didn't seem quite up to speed.
@&#&$"Kaena is fine; she'll be better when Haku is dead and buried, I'd assume," he said with a slight shrug. He really wasn't too keen on the details--all he knew was that she seemed fine physically though Vieira had spoken of her being "off" mentally. Truthfully, Anselm had been away in Halifax for most of her initial recovery--he hadn't witnessed the extent of her troublesome binge drinking, as he'd been preoccupied with his own personal projects and pursuits. "But yeah, feel free to stick around. Scouts for border patrol are just as important as soldiers for battle. You can always keep an eye on the perimeter, and if you find someone who doesn't belong, call for the rest of the clan to help drive them out," he instructed him simply, figuring that was that.

@&#&$Had the boy struck him as less naive, he might have suggested him for several espionage missions--if things got sticky, he could run away (or, if he'd found something particularly interesting, he could jet back to Inferni with the news). As things stood, he wasn't sure if the youngster would even know what information to search for (much less what to say if he was somehow caught). Not being too keen on indirect death sentences, he supposed another set of eyes and ears on the border was just as well. Figuring they were done, he offered a quick dip of his head to their newest Tirones and set off to continue his round.

mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +394

[/html]

[html]

Welcome to 'Souls!

Hey, welcome to 'Souls. You've just joined the craziest bunch of wolf roleplayers on the vast internet. If you haven't done so already, you should check out the rp guide for detailed information about our werewolves and other general role playing information. Now that you're accepted, you need to do two things: ___1. Make your first IC post within five days. ___2. Update your profile with a bit of background information on your character. You can also start saving up points toward titles and icons and cool stuff. Check out the Open Threads and Thread Requests forum for people looking to roleplay. You can post random out of character chat in the OOC Garbage with us, too.

[/html]