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October 19th 2008 - Well, as I'm sure you all noticed, Adversity is having some issues. We randomly converted to Zetaboards and lost nearly everything. All our old codes, including our AC, is completely gone and never to return. Not only that, but our skin disappeared with it, though I luckily have the images saved in my Photobucket account. For now I am just trying to get AV looking decent again so we can re-open. Also I will be searching for some new codes to replace the old ones. It may take a while, but I want to thank you all for being here and supporting AV during this. I know it sucks xP Also, thanks everyone who's helped me so far, I can't tell you all how much I appreciate this. -Koz. |
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| The Darkness Meets; Zafar's Pack Meeting | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 22 2008, 07:01 AM (321 Views) | |
| Zafar | Jul 22 2008, 07:01 AM Post #1 |
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:450px; border:1px solid #b9b226; padding-top:500px; background-color:#171414; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Tables/aaazafartable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#504b13 style="font-family:Tw Cen MT; font-size:12px; line-height:10px;"> Zafar's motley crew had been doing nothing much as of lately, and it made the ebony male grow restless. He paced about the clearing, wondering where everyone was and what they were doing. He knew his lovely Tarfinalia was probably off taking her daily bath or sleeping in her beautiful ways. Oh how he wished he could just sit there and watch her all day long. But he had other agendas to follow. He needed to conquer Adversity for his love. Which is what led to this meeting. In order to conquer Adversity, Zafar would have to rally some troops and pull in members, either by their willingness to join or by scaring them into joining. If neither of those worked, well then, he'd just have to get rid of them. Even if it meant death. As he waited in the clearing, he couldn't help but return to the memories of the past. Those long days traveling to escape the cold. Oh how his mother abandoned him to death with the bear. It was only his luck that it ran off after her. He was certain that she deserved whatever doom she had recieved. Black swayed hair covered glittering golden eyes as the male stopped pacing. He looked up for a second before retreating to a large rock in the center of the clearing. It posed as a podium of some sort so that he was above the rest of the group. All though, it was only him, Roderyk, Mechlan and his love Tarfinalia and there would be no need to use the height of the rock. It just felt good to stand upon it and imagine the crowds of minions at his disposal listening for their orders on how to attack. To see the groups of assassins under Mechlan's control and the hunters who would bring him a feast fit for the ruler of Adversity.<br><br> As he broke out of his daydream, the golden marked brute used his nimble paws to jump the four foot distance to the ground. It was soft and loamy beneath his paws while the biting cold attempted to sting him. It held no effect since he had traveled for days on end in the wasteland of ice. His orbs searched for his love or either of the two males whom he believed to have control over. In reality, outside of blinded-by-love Zafar's head, Roderyk ran almost everything since Zafar told him what to do and Mechlan never once listened. He only took the orders from Roderyk. Ah, but poor Zafar was too love stricken to care or rather to see that the others ran him more than he did them. And yet, they were still loyal and faithful to him. They'd been together for quite some time actually. As his impatience grew, so did the anger that bubbled up inside. He didn't want to explode on his comrads, not that he minded, but he just wanted to get things moving and starting out angry with them was a bad idea. Instead, he went for the nearest tree, bashing at it and clawing it until he had peeled off all of the bark in a four foot span up and down the tree. He felt much better and returned to his pacing. He flicked his ears, hoping to hear someone coming soon. When he finally grew irritated of waiting so long, he decided upon a howl. <br><br> Sitting himself down, his skull flew back. His black lips shaped to form the oh so familiar "o" and he let one loose. A howl great and long called forth from what could have been the pits of hell rang through all of the land Zafar's group had been known to traverse and live in. He wanted all three of them here, now. If they didn't show up soon, well then, Zafar would just have to go hunting for them and who knows what kind of a mood he'd be in then. Unless you were the pretty Tarfi who could make his anger leave in an instance. Oh, if only he knew what she did behind his back. After his howl, the ebony male used a hind leg to scratch his ear. He then stood once more and tossed his head about until the long lochs of ebony had moved out of his line of sight. He generally had to do this alot, just because his bangs didn't always cooperate with him. Banner curling up, he mounted his rock once more and stood regally at the top while he waited for the others to come. The daylight was fading fast and Zafar wanted to claim a pack whom he heard only one alpha presided over. Even better, it was a female. <br><br> [OOC: Muahahaha It has begun!] </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Roderyk | Jul 24 2008, 11:57 AM Post #2 |
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:450px; border:1px solid #000000; padding-top:250px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Tables/aaarodtable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#ffffff style="font-family:Tw Cen MT; font-size:11px; line-height:11px;"> Status// Complete <br>Comments// Sorry that it is so short Im running on little muse Dx <br> <Br> White sandy colored harks twitched as a fly dared to land on one of them. If you stepped back you would see the tan wolf that lay lounging on a huge flat rock bathing in the sunlight. Orbs were closed and the male was completely relaxed. It was the howl of Zafar that shattered the morning's peace and woke the male with a start. Jumping to his paws the brute listened then sighed. Rasping his tongue over his shoulder to hide his surprise the wolf shook his pelt violently and proceeded to head towards the source of the summons. It had started. Zafar had talked about this for months, years and now it finally began. The whole 'Im-going-to-take-over-all-of-Adversity-and-be-ruler-of-the-world-Muhahaha' thing. Rolling teal orbs the male made his way over the rocks to the field's edge. The grass was shoulder height and he loved the way it caressed his fur softly like a lover. Snorting the male laughed at his self and his grassy lover. Picking up pace to an easy amble the brute neared the clearing to which he was being summoned. Stepping lightly into the forest setting the male breathed in deeply taking in the forest air and the clean sharpness it held. No doubt he stuck out in this type of landscape but he still loved the cool atmosphere and the chirpings of all the different animals. The males stomach grumbled at him for something to snack on but the wolf resisted and pressed on. Auds perked forward and nares pulled in the air guiding him to Zafar. The male hoped that he would not have to wait with Barf-I mean Tarfi when he got there and was surprised when he stepped in to the sunny clearing to see he was the first to arrive. His ruefull smile broadened and he walked up to Zafar and spoke.<font color=#27aca7><b>"Captain Roddy here sir"</b></font> The male made a salute sign with his paw as his rump fell to hit the ground. <br> </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Mechlan | Jul 25 2008, 11:54 PM Post #3 |
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:450px; border:1px solid #000000; padding-top:320px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Tables/aaamechlantable-1.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#ffffff style="font-family:Tw Cen MT; font-size:12px; line-height:11px;"> It was breakfast time. Why did he always look for Mechlan at breakfast. The chilling howl swept over the small valley where Mechlan’s form crouched, his muscles coiled and ready to launch him at a large, rather juicy looking rabbit. The cold, effortless music that lifted from the large black brute’s velvet lips, from which harsh commands fell. Except to Tarfi, of course – to her, his voice was always soft and gentle, his eyes glazed over with something more powerful than Mechaln couold comprehend. He watched his breakfast dart away into the brush, long hind feet flashing white. With a slight but silent sigh, the amle turned and slipped inot the brush himself, a wavering shadow beneath the trees.<br><br> Gentle forest music cascaded around him. His head was carried low, his ruby eyes glaring forward, narrowed ever so slightly, as he plodded on in the direction from which the howl had come. Tiny echoes of it still flitted around the forest, but it was coming to life. A young deer stumbled into his oath. His teeth revealed themselves, startlingly real while the rest of him seemed hazy – transparent simply because he wanted to be. He moved with unnerving silence, and the yearling looked at him a moment before deciding he was real – and a real threat. Fleet hooves took it away from him, his tail up, another white furred warning of the danger of wolves.<br<br> Mechlan hadn’t made a noise that whole morning. He was pretty sure he hadn’t made a noise all week, perhaps even for a month. No – wait – he had snapped a twig about a week and a half ago in the darkness of night, to scare Tarfinalia. She had been terrified, and Zafar – he’d been outraged. He’d never figured out it was Mechlan, of course – Mech never made a sound. So that was okay, then.<br><br> While walking (quite slowly – he was in no hurry) he pondered the song. It had been steel toned, authoritive – and impatient. Zafar was starting something. And Mechlan was a fool if he didn’t know what it was. Zafar had been bragging about it for months – or something like that. Adversity – it would be theirs. Zafar’s, technically, Tarfi’s, emotionally, and for him and Roderyk? It would be theirs by right. Zafar was brilliant – no denying it – but he and Rod did a lot of the work, and Mechlan would be the one getting his paws dirty. Very dirty – the alphas that didn’t agree were his, and Mechlan wasn’t going to be nice to them.<br><br> The mute had never doubted this path he was on – killing came so naturally, blood lust and adrenaline pounding through his veins, his mane standing on end, his eyes glittering like what they sought – fresh spilled blood. His walk was more of a slinking lope – so typical to him. He emerged from the forest to see Roderyk had beaten him. Lazy Tarfi had not, of course. He came to sit next to Roderyk, in his silent custom. Red eyes glittered – hard as stone and cold as ice – for just a moment. The black brute’s marking shone a sickly gold color as the sun hit them, his perch on the stone was regal. His eyes glimmered just as cold and hard as Mechlans, but there was a pride hidden deep within them, and the warmth, hidden deep In the depths, invisible to on ewho didn’t know him well, who didn’t read him like an open book – he’d been thinking about Tarfi recently. And Rod – he seemed just fine. Probably just waiting for Zafar to get on with it.<br><br> The black wolf looked awfully important up there – that was probably what he was aiming at. Mechlan flicked on ear – his left ear – a very little bit, simply acknowledging that Zafar existed, and plopped himself beside Roderyk, sending his tail over to Roderyk’s, giving his haunch a tap – ‘Hello’. He was fairly glad to see the brute, after all, he was the only friend Mech had since that fateful day that stole his voice. He was conscious of the heavy scarring around his neck, and lowered his head slightly – no need to show his weakness, though it didn’t quite count as one. After all, Mechlan wouldn’t be bellowing many orders around here – his job was silence.<br><br> --<br><br> [[Ummm.... Suckish. It's one in the morning and stuff. I dun have 'Net acess at home, so don't expect insane activity until the dumb cable compnay gets it back up.... But he's here. Of course, he won't be saying much, so you won't miss him and his orange mohawked-ness.]] </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Zafar | Jul 26 2008, 07:43 AM Post #4 |
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:450px; border:1px solid #b9b226; padding-top:500px; background-color:#171414; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Tables/aaazafartable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#504b13 style="font-family:Tw Cen MT; font-size:12px; line-height:10px;"> Satisfied with his call, Zafar had not moved from his rock. Nothing moved to be quite honest. It was as if time stood still for that brief amount of silence. His fur swayed in the slight breeze, its shagginess recognizable by all who knew him. His bangs covered his glistening orbs for a split second, giving him what most would call a sinister look. He was a bit harder to read when his eyes were out of sight, but to Machlan, Roderyk, and maybe even Tarfinalia, he was an open book for them to turn the pages of. As the silence broke with paws moving about, Zafar shifted his gaze. What's more, he didn't move his head, only his eyes. He had no reason to move in his current position and without moving, he could reserve his energy for the tasks that lay ahead, including the murder or take over he'd been planning. Yes, a wolven named Laila was an alphess by her lonesome in her pack. She seemed like the easy target, and in his hopes, Zafar somewhat wanted her to die. It wasn't like he would need her for anything if he forced her into his ranks and being the bastard that he is, he was sure that Mechlan would enjoy a nice blood bath in his victums pool of crimson.<br><br> As Roderyk entered the clearing, he watched as he acknowledged his leader, or in this case, Zafar. His words would have made Zafar crack a smile if it wasn't for the fact that these were serious matters. When it was just the four of them lounging around and hanging out, well, he didn't mind the jokes, even if they were cheesey and lame. But, that was what classified Roderyk as the team clown. He always kept things moving with his jokes and his uplifting spirit. The beige hued male bore a similar coat color to Tarfi, but he could always tell them apart. Besides the fact that they had different colored markings and different markings in general, he could always tell by how clean one was. Tarfinalia's coat was always clean of impurities since she took so much time bathing and making herself into perfection. Whereas Roderyk was a dirty, scruffier looking male, somewhat like Zafar. Keeping his piercing gaze focused on Roderyk showed the acknowledgement of his presence. Of course, he knew that his golden gaze gave into his lust for Tarfinalia and he dearly hoped she would arrive soon.<br><br> To his somewhat disappointment, it was not Tarfi who arrived next but the hefty mute, Mechlan. His orangish mohawk seemed brighter than usual as they sat in the sunlit clearing, giving him a more gruesome and menacing look. Of course, it wasn't hard for Mech to look like that all the time with his deadly blood tinted eyes and the orange fur that looked like needles since they seemed to always stand on end. It was no surprise that the large brute made no noise when he entered the clearing though since he was the quietest creature to ever live on Adversity's world. Zafar felt a twinge deep down of pity for the brute since he knew the history behind the loss of voice for the male. Of course, it didn't change his view of Mechlan since he knew the brute to be a cold blooded asassin, the exact reason why he was sure that the ember tinted male would enjoy the current meeting's discussion. As Zaroc stood upon his perch, he watched Mechlan flick his left ear. The typical greeting that was recieved from the brute. it wasn't much in the way of respect, but Zafar tolerated for simple purposes, such as the one where you'd rather have Mechlan with you than against you.<br><br> With more than half the crew here already, Zafar was eager to start but wouldn't allow himself to do so. He refused to begin the meeting without his beloved Tarfinalia. Ebony lochs bounced about once more and he shifted his gaze towards the only obvious path into the clearing. Neither of the others had used that path, and for the most part, it seemed that only Tarfi did. To be quite honest, only Tarfi would since she was the only one who cared about staying clean. The males were more on the 'I don't care what I look like,' with the exception of Zafar when he was around his love. For now though, his anxiety grew and he once more began to pace. He leaped off his rock and paced in front of Roderyk and Mechlan without a word. He was certain they both knew why he was so anxious. If they didn't know the plans he had in mind, well, they could be certain that he was also thinking of Tarfi's welfare. </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Tarfinalia | Jul 27 2008, 11:17 PM Post #5 |
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After all, blood would just stain her lusciously golden tan coat. <br><br> They hadn’t gotten very far by the time they had actually reached Adversity. Or at least she thought they were in Adversity. Why ask for directions? She could just follow Zafar while he took over the land for her. Such a pitiful fool, Zafar was. He wasn’t the least bit attractive, yet he still seemed to think that he was good enough for her. Just another part of her strangely amusing life. Now on the other side, Roderyk was one that she didn’t mind lingering around all the time, following Zafar’s every command with his buddy Mechlan by his side. Roderyk was one who would do anything without questioning or complaining. He just did it. He was like the perfect tool to her satisfaction for not only was he persistent in his work, he wasn’t half bad looking. More fun for her. Ever since they had left for Adversity, there were no longer any loaner males that would follow her around and compliment her every move. As deprived as she was, she knew she would find the attention one way or another.<br><br> As she rose to her haunches, she had remembered that Zafar had called in a meeting earlier. As exciting as that sounded she would much rather enjoy a quick cleansing before starting the long, hard day before her. She would probably have to trek farther into Adversity and ‘gain more followers’ for their motley crew to fight against the current packs of Adversity. She knew that she could be of help, with her good looks and charming personality, but that would require her to actually be helpful, which was not on her agenda. Today was just a bland, dull day for there was not even a trace of sunlight in sight and the humidity was beginning to show as sweat began to drip off of her perfectly silken coat. This meant she had a full day ahead of her. Since there was no sunlight that meant her coat would seem faded, which held extra baths so it would shine even though there was no light to reflect off of it. <br><br> Once her flawless pelt was spotless, she figured she would humor herself and go see what Zafar wanted. He was probably already conversing with Roderyk, with Mechlan just watching and being his pitiful, speechless self, awaiting and wondering when they would finally conquer their first pack. This was a males work, but it made her laugh to hear them talk of things she knew would never happen if it remained only the four of them. As much as she would love to help, it wouldn’t do much good, because she would get dirty, which would then require a break to clean her coat. All of this thinking was beginning to make her head hurt, which meant she needed something to eat. She hadn’t had a proper meal in almost 3 days, and she wasn’t about to go out and get it herself. <font color=#8aa91f><b>“Oh Roderyk, I just know that you want to go get me something to eat so that I don’t have to go and tell Zafar you’re being a nuisance.”</b></font> No response. <font color=#8aa91f><b>“Listen. I know that you’re there somewhere, and believe me, I’m not one to hold back on my words.”</b></font> Again no reply. But then she remembered that they were all wasting their time they could be using on her listening to Zafar’s endless speeches. And with that, she was off to find the others. She was not about to go hunting for food herself.<br><br> Creamy paws met with the frequently trodden path, creating another track which led off just to the right of every other set of paw prints left by others before her. Trotting through the dusty path would turn her paws an ugly shade of brown. Once she got close enough to see the other three awaiting her arrival in a nearby clearing, she knew that they would all expect her to show up from the same path that they had all taken. She would not be one to allow stereotyping. Tarfinalia slowly worked her way around the outer edges of the clearing until she saw a large rick on the outskirts of the clearing. She quickly navigated her way around all of the filth before her, and climbed aboard the rock which stood before the three other males. <font color=#8aa91f><b>“Miss me? I know you’re all just dying to start this meeting so let’s get on with it shall we? I have baths to take and sleep awaiting me.”</b></font> Without missing a beat she began to clean off her now imperfect paws as she waited to hear what was so important that she just had to be there. She was such a giver anyways. <br> </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Roderyk | Aug 1 2008, 11:25 AM Post #6 |
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| Zafar | Aug 14 2008, 05:40 PM Post #7 |
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| Mechlan | Aug 19 2008, 01:50 PM Post #8 |
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:450px; border:1px solid #000000; padding-top:320px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Tables/aaamechlantable-1.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#ffffff style="font-family:Tw Cen MT; font-size:12px; line-height:11px;"> Ugh – Roderyk! Mech wanted to shout. He lowered his head and glared at Tarfi from narrowed crimson eyes. Dumb female – she just didn’t care. They were taking over the whole land, just to please her, and what’s important? Her bath. How many would that make today?<br><Br> And more importantly, once again, Roderyk had forgotten a key fact. He turned his icy gaze to Roderyk, who was looking at him, ears up like two little flags, waiting for the words that would never come. Strands of orange hair obscured snippets of his vermillion eyes, giving him a roguish look and the disdian in them was rather rude for 'speaking' to his bestest friend in the whole wide world. Then he shook the citrus mane from his face, and his eyes became large, wide, bemused pools, full of very fake uncertainty and helplessness. He wiped that away, too, with a rapid shake of his head. Nope. Nothing interesting.<br><Br> Lazy, lazy, useless Tarfinalia! What was the point of living around her? Mech managed to glance at Zafar and realized that he was thinking mushy thoughts. Ick. Tarfi? While Mech had no problem with ladies, he did have a problem with the creamy wolfess that was striding into the clearing. Sure, she was attractive, but she was self centers and selfish and simply a deplorable excuse for a wolf. Shouldn’t a wolf be loyal, and true, relying on his friends as much as they relied on him, living with the pack for the joy of companionship and the close bond that he shared? If Mech could have chuckled then, he would have. That was basically the opposite of their group – together for convenience, using each other for their own selfish purposes, led by a lust-filled tyrant who was actually controlled by the selfish she-demon over there. The only thing even vaguely resembling the stereotype was him and Rod, who were like brothers. But Roderyk was some sort of brainiac, and Mechlan? The brilliant assassin.<br><br> While Mech pondered whether they were actually a pack, or more of just a little group of rogues, bent together by some random force that had bounced about the merciless universe for countless ages before binding the four wolves in an inseparable group as the single largest threat to have ever touched Adversity’s fertile soil when Zafar spoke. He was glad that the rambling sentence that had been spinning itself in his mind was cut to an end. Wait – friends? Hardly. Mech was in this for the blood, and now he was in it for Roderyk, too. So Zafar could just forget using that word. Unless he was fooling Alphas. Although Mech wasn’t quite sure he wanted the Alphas to be convinced. No fun for him.<br><br> Group hunt. Okay, he could deal with that. He could do more than deal. Some venison for dinner sounded about right. Then he could sleep a little, munch on a femur, and get ready for whatever it was that Zafar intended to do after the battle. Or… Just lounge around with Roderyk, who could always entertain him. Mechlan stood, looked at the black brute. Tall, tall rock made him even bigger. Dumb rock – Zafar was nothing. Er, correction. Zafar was not as special as he thought. Mech had heard what Tarfi really thought of Zafar. The ebony male with his superiority complex would someday go down. Mechlan knew that someday, like all Man, Mechlan was spitting out some weird philosophy lately. Maybe it would just be Zafar and Tarfinalia’s son. And maybe by then Mech would have a pup of his own to teach all the tricks and tips and that kid could be their assassin. Hey – now Mechlan had a dream. It didn’t even have to be a proper kid, either. No commitment involved, because someday, when Zafar was in power (however long that would last) he would have devoted followers. And Mechlan was sure that someone would carry on the assassin blood. Once again. Weird philosophy.<br><br> After having stood there a couple seconds, Mechlan did what he could. A brief nod – sure whatever. I don’t care. Let me get my teeth on it before you kill it, okay? Just let me know when you’re starting. Something like one of those. Let Zafar choose his own. The sun was hot, beating down on him. It wasn’t exactly nice, with his thick coat, in this heat. Scarlet eyes flickered to his favorite spot in the clearing. From Zafar’s point on the rock, it was to the right, but looking up at him as Mechlan was, it was left. Two trees were standing on the very edge of the woods, ancient trees. One was a maple, and the other was a gnarled oak. Beneath them was a shady hollow, coated in grass and soft moss. Where Mechlan spent a lot of his time. He flicked his orange barred tail at Roderyk, and retired to his corner of the clearing. The tan and blue male should understand the message – come on over when you’re done. If not, then his intelligence was overrated. Even Tarfi woulf probably pick up on that. He was pretty sure there was a bone around there somewhere, to gnaw on while he and Rod ‘talked’.<br><br> </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Roderyk | Aug 19 2008, 03:02 PM Post #9 |
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Level One
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:450px; border:1px solid #000000; padding-top:250px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Tables/aaarodtable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#ffffff style="font-family:Tw Cen MT; font-size:12px; line-height:11px;"> A breeze drew it's long fingers through a cream and blue pelt causing shivers to creep down the male's spine. And yet the feeling was dismissed absentmindedly by the brute who was wrapped up in his thoughts. Actually it was a play that was unreeling in Rod's minds eye... <br> <Br> <i> The black wolf leapt gracefully up onto the rock. He was wearing a tutu and did a little pirouette at the peak of the boulder. Eyelashes fluttered at a version of Mechlan and Roderyk. The cream brute sported a pair of sunglasses while the orange male had bling draped around his neck. Tarfi entered the scene wearing a slutty red dress....No scrap that she was wearing rags, her pelt was dull and matted and she came over to lick Rod's paws....</i> <br> <br> A laugh erupted from the brute's maw as he pictured this version of the spoiled femme. Slamming his mouth shut as he realized that everyone was probably staring at him for laughing randomly at nothing at all Rod bowed his head so his eyes were shadowed before letting his laughter continue internally. He just barely registered what Zafar planned for them to do and the laughter cut off. A hunt?! Thats what this was all about? A stupid hunt?! Rod grumbled under his breath. All four of them knew that it would be Tarfi complaining about a broken mail or something, Zafar acting like he was leader but hanging back and doing nothing and that left Rod and Mechlan to actually to the killing, as usual. Tarfi was probably afraid to get her 'creamy silk' pelt dirty. Bah! The male snorted. What did he expect? He acted like he was surprised the stupid femme didnt do anything when it was probably written into her DNA. Or so she might claim. Mechlan's answer that nothing interesting had happened didnt surprise Roderyk either. It was all the same for Mech and Rod. Lounge, kill, come, eat, sleep, repeat. Life could be so damn repeatative and boring. Luckily Rod had Mech or he might have already killed himself out of boredom. Nothing these days challenged him anymore. Not the killing, not the spying, not the sabatoge, Nothing. <br> <br> And now he had to waste time hunting basically for Tarfi?!? Rod almost snorted with disgust at himself. Pathetic. And yet he couldnt seem to break out of this life he had built for himself. Even is he did break free where would he go? Mech was here and even though he hated to admit it Rod stayed for Zafar as well. Tarfi, well he could do without her but the other two were his friends? No more like acquaintences. Well Mech was Rod's friend but Zafar was just a figurehead who pretended to have control over them but really didnt. Rod had no where to go, its not like he had any family left to go back to. So he stayed. He would never be able to fit in anyways, the many years of killing and spying had changed him, marked him for an outcast. No one wanted to have an ex-killer in their pack besides Zafar. Plus if he left what would happen to Mechlan? He would prbably go with Rod but again who would take in a mute assassin and a too-smart-for-his-or-your-own-good killer. No one. Normal life was so far gone for Rod that he wouldnt like living like a regular wolf. Well maybe if he found the right girl he would settle down. He and Mech could create their own pack and they would have pups and he would be like a uncle and a dad and it would be great. But that was a long ways off almost to far away to even hope for. So rod buried the dream deep inside him where it would come up in a couple of years or so and not bother him anytime soon. Hope for that kind of thing was unheard of in this life-style wo why think about it. Just stick to this life and you'll be fine. Though Rod told himself that he wasnt completely convinced himself. <br> <br> A flick of orange in the corner of his eye brought Rod's attention back and he flicked his own tail in response before getting to his paws and following his friend. Flopping down beside the mute he closed his orbs and let the breeze take him away to another place. Zafar knew well enough that Rod would do whatever he wanted and a hunt was too stupid a thing to argue about. Rod would just curl up and wait for the black 'leader' to say go. Maybe he would even talk to Mech for a while...... </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Zafar | Sep 14 2008, 06:11 AM Post #10 |
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Level One
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:450px; border:1px solid #b9b226; padding-top:500px; background-color:#171414; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Tables/aaazafartable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#504b13 style="font-family:Tw Cen MT; font-size:12px; line-height:10px;"> A black skull, almost as dark as the night, shifted so that the golden gaze beneath the tossled ebon lochs could stare upwards at the two moons of Adversity. The time had come for the gfroup to go hunting as mentioned earlier. The brute had been day dreaming as the time passed, once more finding himself staring at Tarfi. She was just....so captivating in the eyes of Zafar and he held much respect for her as well as lust. Of course, neither Roderyk or Mechlan could figure out why Zafar was such a fool to fall for the lady, but Zafar couldn't help ignore them. He never listened to any of their comments and was completely oblivious to any of the looks they gave him or Tarfinalia. Now though, his gaze was focused on the moons andhe solemnly closed his eyes for a moment wwhile sitting upon his haunches on his rock. He deeply wanted to howl right now, let loose his soul to the moons and the dark sky above, and yet, something stuck to him and told him not to; a conscience of some kind. Maybe it was a self conscience thing, but he turned his head towards where Roderky and Mechlan lay "talking" and opened his piercing gold eyes to stare at them. Was he lonely? Maybe so. To a degree, he felt jealous of their friendship. Tarfi was his love, and though he did everything and anything for her, she never seemed like a close friend.<br><br> As quietly as possible, Zafar leaped off of his rock and stretched. Lounging around wasn't his idea of fun, but the real party was about to start. They were going hunting and Zafar was more than ready to satisfy his aching stomache with the delicious finds of a good buck and the calling of the hunt. Now, he moved towards Roderky and Mechlan at a steady walking pace. No point in hurrying if there wasn't a need. He stopped before them and stood, not so much in a regal way as he had before, but more of a tired, neutral stance despite his lordship's position. He stood for a moment, waiting for either male to realize his presence and then announced that it was time for the hunt before simply walking away. Next was Tarfi, the oh so beautiful Tarfi, whom he pampered and catered to. Why he did it, no one truly knew other than the fact that he was head over heels for her. Now was no exception as he somewhat daintily pranced over to her side and admired her for a moment before speaking up in a small whisper so that the conversation was secluded to them and them only. <br><br> "My love, it's time to grab some food. Care to join us? I know you're hungry."<br><br> His voice was gentle compared to how he would have used it to talk to anyone else and he tried to be compelling and coaxing as well since he dearly wanted to see the ferocious Tarfi in action. She was most certainly a spoiled, pampered pooch, but she was good for something at least. She satisfied Zafar, most likely holding any wrath that he had at bay. That was probably why Zafar's wheeling mind hadn't blown a circuit yet, all though I think it's fairly safe to say that anyone in their right mind would view him as durranged and crazy. </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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