[/html]Blood lay everywhere, splattered across the surface of the mangled counter inside of Jacko's Pop & Gas Stop. Once it had been a simple gas station. Now it was littered with debris and overgrown plants. And blood, now, as Talitha Lykoi stood over it with a sharpened stick. Wood wasn't usually capable of inflicting truly harmful wounds, but the fire-hardened tip dug into her fur-covered flesh like any crude and dull knife would have. A gentle curve, a sharp inhale, and more crimson fluid flooded the surface of the dilapidated counter. She dropped the weapon of choice, letting it roll from her as she cleaned the back of her hand with dirty canvas, torn from some old banner half-hidden by the dirt.
She admired her handiwork, blackened lips curling in a satisfied smile; it was perfect, a semi-perfect circle with waved lines moving outward. A sun. Representing her new leaf, her new horizon, her new day within Inferni. Back to her throne, back with her King, the de le Poer Princess and Heir apparent. Only in her mind, of course, but it was better than her once-present self-loathing that ran rampant through her attitude.
Her eyes darted about, crimson irises flitting over the sparse furnishings of the gas station, or at least what was left, before her feet carried her back outside. The snow was abundant, turning lush red as some of the remaining bloodstream dripped like paint onto the top of it. She watched the patterns of dots with curiosity, then promptly bent down to draw on the pristine canvas with her hand. A circle, a ray, a point. Eight of them were put into place before she deemed her masterpiece finished, all eight littered with droplets of Luperci blood; it gave the proper color to the symbol bestowed on the Lykoi family. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect." Until the next snowfall, it would serve as a reminder of who claimed the lands. Lykoi lineage.
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01-27-2011, 09:02 PM
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01-31-2011, 12:18 AM
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01-31-2011, 01:38 AM
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01-31-2011, 07:12 AM
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01-31-2011, 01:25 PM
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501 words. Yeah, I like to be prompt with my replies. No sense to leave people hanging! <3 I love Revan, by the way. He was full of questions, about the art, about her wound. While she showed little in the way of paying attention, she was. She heard each word as it fell from his ebony mouth, forming her responses with a delicate touch inside of her head. Her first was in regards to the art she had mentioned, and she stepped to the side of the crimson stain in the snow, motioning with a fluid gesture at the eight-rayed creation settled on the ground. "Like a flower amidst winter," she explained, casting him a sideways grin. It marked the land as theirs, really, though not everyone within the realm of Inferni landed under the Lykoi umbrella. It wasn't a mark seen outside of her home, outside of the kingdom of the coyotes; it could very well be a symbol of their longevity, were others to use it as such. As far as she recalled, only her family bore the crimson star on their person. Only the younger generations born from Kaena Lykoi and her spawn. They were the keepers of the kingdom, longtime rulers of the fold. It was a comforting fact to the coymutt woman as she gazed upon her creation in the bloody snow. She didn't notice his concern as he stared at her arm, Massacre eyes still focused on the melting snow at their feet, but she heard the concern in his voice. "Are you sure you're okay?" He offered help, to take her back to his den for medical aid; her eyes narrowed critically. She wasn't about to let some youthful male to thimblerig her into a false situation; while bandages were one thing, she was wary of young and unrelated men who offered a trip back to their home. A moment passed as she took the time to decide if he was honest, finally settling on a yes. He was a pack member, and there were rules that fell within the Inferni lands that might prohibit any desire for forced physical contact. She shook her head quickly. "Yes, yes. A bandage would be wonderful." He seemed uncomfortable as she asked his name, his ears falling slack and his eyes cast down. Offend her? He hadn't offended her, certainly not. She was simply curious as to who he was, and she got her answer: Revan Rajanikant. A smile returned to her cream-furred lips, listening to his apologies but offering no true words of consolement. While he hadn't offended her, she didn't mind if he thought he had; it wasn't her place to correct him. "May I ask what your name is?" She hesitated. While she was proud of her father and family, she always wondered what others thought. Gabriel was, first and foremost, a wolf. A monster. More of a monster than the rest of them. But he was their Aquila, their leader, and she loved him. A silent nod preceeded her answer: "Talitha Lykoi." She didn't add her parents into her name. Secretly, she may have been ashamed. .talithaop .ooc {font-style:italic; } .talithaop p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .talithaop b {color:#3d3d3d; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .talithaop {background-color:#C3C8D3; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/27zazra.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .talithaop-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .talithaop .inner {margin:10px 10px 250px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> [/html]
02-01-2011, 09:28 AM
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02-01-2011, 03:02 PM
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3+ Short and kinda sloppy; my mind was elsewhere, but I wanted to get you a reply... The back of her hand was starting to ache, dirt from the dust-covered canvas festering in the furred flesh. It was the whole point. Festering flesh scarred over slowly, but it left the deepest impression if infection could be worked past. Silently, she rubbed the wound in an attempt to sooth it. The attempt failed. Revan puffed up in excitement at the realization that she had diligently drawn the Lykoi star into the snow atop the ground. She let a trilling laugh escape her, amused by the energy that came from him at such a simple gesture. Her crimson eyes watched him closely, wondering what brought such cheer to her newfound companion for the day; the star was just a star, or a flower in Talitha's eyes. He explained, posthaste, that the Lykoi star was beautiful to him. Powerful in appearance. That which represented warriors. He was a fan. She laughed again; she was a fan too. Giving her name turned the black-furred male's attention to her, exclaiming how wonderful it was to meet her. He had already met Sepirah. The name was familiar, as she had met her charcoal cousin before she last left, but she knew little of the other Lykoi. A subtle nod was the only gesture she gave to show she was listening. "I have two strong families. I'm lucky," she stated, arms crossing as her red eyes watched the star placed within the snow, letting the younger male calm himself from his initial excitement. He apologized, glad that he could help and that she was trusting him; another nod came in response, and then another until she looked to him once more. His den wasn't far up the road and she turned her eyes northward, then southward, before stepping to his side. "Yes, of course. Lead the way, Revan." She laughed, amused simply to say his name. Revan Rajanikant was a mouthful. .talithaop .ooc {font-style:italic; } .talithaop p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .talithaop b {color:#3d3d3d; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .talithaop {background-color:#C3C8D3; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/27zazra.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .talithaop-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .talithaop .inner {margin:10px 10px 250px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> [/html]
02-02-2011, 10:37 PM
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02-05-2011, 12:33 AM
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3+ Better post this time! <3 She pushed her chestnut curls from her face with the wounded hand, listening and reciprocating in the started conversation between what she assumed could be a friend. Her eyes, filled with curiosity and so easy to read, focused upon the black pelt of the male who stood before her. Revan was interesting. So excited about something so simple as the Lykoi family. They began talk of blood, and her face seemed to light up with joy. She was, without a doubt, proud of her lines. "Two strong families?" She agreed with a nod. Indeed, she was of two strong families. Three, if she brought her mother's blood back from the grave she had put it inside of. The crimson eyes focused so intently on Revan glittered for a brief moment. "My father is Gabriel de le Poer. And my mother was the sister of Hybrid," she admitted. She hadn't been born to a Lykoi parent, but Gabriel was close enough. He was the son of Kaena, and Kaena proved to hold all of the Lykoi blood in her old veins. She was the source, and Talitha was glad to have received her genes from the grizzled silver woman. He disclosed that his own family wasn't legendary, a word that made Talitha laugh; she certainly wouldn't call her families legendary. "It's good to be proud of who you are, Revan. Family is always there for you, even when you think you don't need them." Her words of wisdom for the moment were easily shattered by her own past. Andrezej hadn't been there for her, and several of her uncles and aunts were ashamed of what they were. But she knew she was right. Family was everything in a world populated by such vile things as wolves. Vile things that had worked their way into her life as well. As the male shifted from his four-legged form into the bipedal one she preferred, she wondered if he had any other family in the area. Cotl had Marik, and she had a panoply of hybrid beasts that ran about with the Chaos Star and Lykoi blood, but it never occurred to her that some members of her home might not have anyone. He moved and she followed, smiling a subtle but gentle smile as he spoke of the wound. She had almost forgotten it in the mention of family, and was surprised when she noted concern amongst the various tones. "I'm sure I would be fine, little dear one." She had faith in herself to keep the hand clean, but his help and vague worry was welcome regardless. .talithaop .ooc {font-style:italic; } .talithaop p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .talithaop b {color:#3d3d3d; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .talithaop {background-color:#C3C8D3; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/27zazra.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .talithaop-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .talithaop .inner {margin:10px 10px 250px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> [/html]
02-10-2011, 06:21 PM
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02-13-2011, 03:10 PM
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3+ Sorry for the wait on this! <3 She was growing more comfortable in speaking her past, present and heritage to the members of her pack. After all, they knew Gabriel. They accepted him, and they would have to accept her as well, even if she felt shame for being the de le Poer's daughter. The wolf in him caused a great rift in her, in her confidence and mental being. Wolves were bad, deserved punishment for a legacy born into them. But if that was truth, what was she? Was she bad? Would she burn like Andrezej and Haku? Would her father? No, they wouldn't. They were good, and it caused her head to spin. But everyone trusted Gabriel, and everyone knew he wasn't a dainty coyote, so she knew she shouldn't feel the shame that she did. Still, it came. And still, it was hard for her to admit to it. Revan didn't even bat an eye, other than to marvel at how proud she was. She gave him a smile, but deep down, she knew she wasn't proud. The younger man seemed to gaze at her eyes more frequently than others, and it brought a silent chuckle to the muzzle of the russet coy-mutt. Her eyes. She hated her eyes, too expressive and too much like Faolin Mogotsi's. Like the woman who had left Gabriel. Her perfect father. She didn't forgive her mother for that, changing her wonderful father into a lonely husk. The girl didn't understand the depth that Faolin's disappearance really had. She followed as the black male lead her to an old car, presumably his den, listening to all of his words. He complimented her choice of words, giving him a little name that she used for many members of the coyote kingdom. Her laughter escaped into the air, creating a cloud of breath that faded. "Thank you, I suppose. It's better I don't speak names. The winds might take them to enemies," she explained, sliding into the car with a curious expression. She hadn't been around many human creations outside of the manor she lived inside, and the rusted frame was a wonder. He brought out a bottle and bandages and she held out her hand, giving him permission to tend to it without words. "Your sister was very smart, I think." She nodded after the words faded into nothing. If he had family elsewhere, she wondered why he was there. table by silver; image by marilynjane@flickr <style> .talithaop .ooc {font-style:italic; } .talithaop p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .talithaop b {color:#1f1f1f; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .talithaop {background-color:#C3C8D3; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/27zazra.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .talithaop-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .talithaop .inner {margin:10px 10px 250px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> [/html]
02-16-2011, 06:35 PM
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#revan01b { width: 400px; background: #000 url('http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n571/britcurtisxo/revan1.png') bottom center no-repeat; padding-bottom: 300px; padding-top: 10px; border: 1px solid #000; color: #a15151; font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; } #revan01b p { margin: 10px 20px; line-height: 15px; } #revan01b .ooc { color: #752525; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 15px; } #revan01b .speak { color: #ffdcdc; font-weight: bold; } </style> WC:538 (5pts) OOC:It's absolutely no problem at all <3 Revan had no idea that this female noticed his frequent glances at her eyes with her giving no indication that she noticed. It wasn't a completely obvious gesture, but if she had noticed, he wondered what she would have said. Certainly there was something there about this coyote that brought a sense of calm within him, as if she was calming personified, as if the world seemed so quiet with her here. Revan liked that, liked having her around, and he was certainly glad to have met her, hoping she would come to call him friend in time. Her words perked his interest, his ears standing up slightly more erect than they had been as he tilted his head, wondering just what she meant by the statement. Were there enemies within Inferni territory? He certainly hadn't picked up any strange scents on his travels, but then again he was still very much a newcomer to these lands. Were there even others around besides Inferni that could be labeled as enemies? "Well, you are welcome, both in response to your thanks and to my den as well." He stretched out his arms a bit wide, as if to show her the confines of his home. "Welcome to Chateau de Rajanikant." He smiled widely before setting the bandages and the bottle to his side and reaching for the offered wounded arm, laying that on his lap so he had a nice little workspace to use. Optime form definitely came in handy at times. As he examined the wound carefully, making sure the flesh wasn't becoming infected and removing any foreign objects, he smiled at her comment about his sister. "Yes, Rose is indeed a very smart coyote. I am very proud of her, though I do miss her so." He reached for the bottle and tipped it over her wound though no liquid escaped just yet. "This is going to sting a bit, it's alcohol, useful for cleaning wounds and helping to prevent infection, but the process is a bit painful." He carefully poured out just enough to cover the wound in the liquid, offering comforting pats on the russet female's back if she needed it. With that finished, he replaced the bottle back at its original position and grabbed the bandages, wrapping her arm in them just tight enough to prevent it slipping off but loose enough to allow blood to flow freely. Once finished, he tied a knot to the right of the wound and smiled at her. "Well, you're all set. That should heal up just fine, though you'll have a fairly nasty battle scar. I imagine from the shape of the wound that was your intention anyway, but it's better you know now and be safe rather than sorry. Will make an interesting story though eh?" He chuckled slightly, looking up and then embarrassingly away when he caught himself staring into her eyes again, but he finally figured it was time to let her know why he was glancing. "Tali, if I may call you that, I have to say your eyes are so unique and wonderful to look at. In essence, they're beautiful." He had no idea how much power this compliment carried with it.
02-17-2011, 10:14 AM
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Having never been in or near a car before, she took time to study what he called home. It wasn't her ideal dwelling, far too cramped for her tastes, but she supposed it suited his. He smiled, agreeing that his sister was smart before reaching for a bottle she hadn't noticed before. This is going to sting. She didn't brace herself, despite the warning, and when the sizzling burn from the alcohol hit the open flesh on the back of her hand, she let out a hissing growl. Her fingers tightened, but her hand didn't pull away. She sighed, eyes watching the bandages as they were wrapped carefully around the wound. She laughed at his words, light-heartedly, before pushing her hair away from her face. "Thank you for the help, Revan. I never learned how to heal people," she offered, giving him praise for a skill that she was sure not many people possessed. The princess herself was nearly devoid of all skills, though luckily possessed some wit and intelligence. As she looked at the younger male's collection of items, she felt pride knowing he was one of them. The comments on her eyes distracted her, driving her attention to the black-furred man beside her. Embarrassed, she pulled herself from his vicinity. In essence, they're beautiful. Beautiful. She hated them, but others found them a wonderful oddity. A slender hand, the one lacking a bandage, raised to cover one eye. "They're my mothers. And my uncle's. I hate them." Her voice was firm. She did hate them. They expressed too much, showed off far too many emotions without asking first. table by silver; image by marilynjane@flickr <style> .talithaop .ooc {font-style:italic; } .talithaop p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .talithaop b {color:#1f1f1f; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .talithaop {background-color:#C3C8D3; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/27zazra.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .talithaop-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .talithaop .inner {margin:10px 10px 250px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> [/html]
02-24-2011, 07:43 AM
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#revan01b { width: 400px; background: #000 url('http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n571/britcurtisxo/revan1.png') bottom center no-repeat; padding-bottom: 300px; padding-top: 10px; border: 1px solid #000; color: #a15151; font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; } #revan01b p { margin: 10px 20px; line-height: 15px; } #revan01b .ooc { color: #752525; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 15px; } #revan01b .speak { color: #ffdcdc; font-weight: bold; } </style> WC:517(5pts) OOC:Sorry for the wait >.> Also feel free to modify the doll as you see fit ^^ Revan smiled widely at her thanks. "Of course Tali, it was nothing. I am always eager to help out a friend in need, if I may call you a friend." He definitely thought of her as a friend. She just seemed so nice and had commented him immensely for his skills, something which labeled her a friend in Revan's book, that was for certain. Besides...she was beautiful, so a friendship with her was more than enough to make him happy. The moment the compliment about her eyes had left his muzzle, Tali had seemed to instantly change. Revan watched with worry as she placed a slender hand over her eye and his jaw dropped when she told him she hated her eyes. When he recovered, he reached to try and gently remove her hand from her eye. "Tali, you shouldn't hate your eyes. They are the windows to your soul, something that anybody in their right mind would be honored to see. Emotions shouldn't be hidden away like something that should be shunned, they are what make us what we are, otherwise we would only be shells that only focus on our next meal, mating to pass on our bloodline to the next generation, and surviving. WIthout emotions, the world would be a boring place in my opinion and whoever created you wished you to have these windows that are in my opinion one of your more..gorgeous features. Please don't hide or hate something so beautiful from the world, because it would be a shame for rest of the world to have to miss out on those twin jewels of crimson that could start a war between the males of the world with one bat of your eyelashes." That reminded him of something and he looked around at his collection of items to pick out something that would hopefully be worthy enough as a gift in her eyes. With one quick look around his little car den, he smiled and reached past her to pick up a small figure he had found in a car not very far from here. The figure was a child's doll and possessed hair as red as Tali's, with eyes to match, and a small blue dress to accent her eyes. Within the doll's hair was a blue ribbon that tied her hair back into a pony tail. The doll was in great shape for having been locked away in a car all these years, but of course it showed signs of the wear and tear it had received over the years. Nevertheless, it was a perfect gift for the crimson eyed female, so he smiled and held it out to Tali. "Here, I want you to have this. I give gifts to all of my friends and I believe this one suits you very well. It's almost as if I found it just for you, just a little something to let you know someone cares about you, so please take it as a token of our friendship." He held out the doll for her, hoping she would accept it.
02-26-2011, 01:53 PM
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