<span style='color:orange'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Welcome to the RP. ^^ For Soya Sushi & moi. Date: 3rd Mia 81383. Location: Begins in Watani, then moves to the Pwa Desert, but it is all going to be contained in this one thread. Time: Late morning. Rating: Mature (for language). My Character(s): Llina Nellas, Alanamsul Hirjep.</td></tr></table> </span> <div style="display:table;margin:0 auto;width:500px;border:1px solid #fff;background: #000 url(http://greywolf.critter.net/images/iron ... mental.jpg) no-repeat top left;"><div style="float:right;width:300px;padding: 10px;border-left:1px solid #000;background-image:url(http://gallery.artofgregmartin.com/tuts ... ges/01.jpg)"><span style='color:red'>"Y-you can't be serious..." An adolescent Pendragon stammered at the Lukuo's offer. "Deadly serious, Llinny-poo!" This ebony-haired individual was always cheery, and now was no different. He leant on the counter at the front of the shop where he and the one designated 'Llina' worked (or Llinny-poo, as he liked to mock her). "Stop leaning! Fool!" She rudely tugged at his hair. He made a short, sharp yelping noise and took one large step back. "You no toucha da hair, yah?" He wore a half-mock-half-serious expression upon his canine face. Cocking his head to the side, a twinkle flickered in his eyes; one that would fade if she were to say no. "So is it a yes?" His optimism was boundless. "Yes, Alan..." she replied with a slight sigh. He could wear her out, and she was hyper herself. She took her and the Lukuo's wages-since he trusted her enough to not leave him short-from the cash register and wandered with him out of the shop. "You get some supplies!" he said rather dramatically. How someone could hit opposite notes in one sentence was a wonder. His tail wagged madly, those electical eyes of his capturing the sun's light. They danced within the emerald core. Certainly illuminating and alluring, the Pendragon thought. "I'll meet you back here in half a fues..." she almost moaned from the tiring work she had had to do earlier. Regardless of her hardened footpads, the paws themselves were more achy than ever. And now Alanamsul wanted her to join him on a trek through Swaraj? Jeez, could her day get any worse? She did like spending time with the twenty one year old mutant, but he never seemed to be short of hyperactive...well, tell a lie. He did take caring for her very seriously. The ebony male tugged the hood of his dark grey hoody over his head (including that messy, curly hair and those large triangular ears. With a quick hug, they moved off their seperated ways. He had nothing much to do until Llina returned. Too short a time, but too long to just stand around at the shop for. He already had his supplies in the pockets of his baggy jeans. His attire was certainly scruffy, but comfortable and very snuggly for his Pendragon friend to cuddle him in. Of course, he adored her much more than his heart could take, but that smile very rarely lifted from his face. He thought it wrong to cry, ever since Ngila...poor girl... He lounged on a bench, waiting for the girl's return, but sleep begged his name. His lids became heavier, and the distinct colour of his jewel-like eyes dimmed to a bottle green as he fell into the dream land... -- A tap on the arm; green sparkled once more. "Hey, Alan...I'm ready..." Llina's voice stirred him and cleared his head of other thoughts. He let out an indistinct noise, which sounded much like "phneh", and curled up tighter than before. She lifted one of his ears and gave a little chuckle. "Alan!" she roared into it. The Lukuo practically leapt off the bench, his nose bumping against hers. Her cheeks turned a lobster pink, but were generally concealed by the burgundy of her fur. He didn't notice, and she blew a little gale through relief and began moving out. "Hey, Llina!" Alan called, walking next to her. The pair was casually advancing to the edge of Watani. "What?" She awaited his next burst of stupidity. "I can do arm farts!" He played her a tune. Although she found this childish, a girly little giggle escaped her lips. "Onward!" This Lukuo was barely ever silent. "Shut up, Alan..."</span></div></div>
<span style='color:blue'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>My Character: Sreia</td></tr></table> </span> <span style='color:purple'>She was tired of sand. It was sand everywhere, even in her fur. She detested when the sand came especially in her ears, when the small little stones met togeather to create a hell of a sound for the poor Anubi. Scratching her left ear with her backpaw on a very canine way, while holding a long and slick black staff with her front paws. Giving off a irritated noise, she could already hear a sandstorm brewing up, so she gave up, and headed inside her cave. The cave was already lit by a lone fire at the far end of the sandy cave. Shaking her head and fur on all fours, she at least became less sandy then before. The Anubi stood up on her hind legs, while the other frontleg gripped the staff and leaned it against the wall. Making her way towards the fire, she sat down with her legs crossed, and closed her silvery pale eyes. Inhaling deeply, she leaned against the wall behind her, and let sleep take over. </span>
<div style="display:table;margin:0 auto;width:500px;border:1px solid #fff;background: #000 url(http://greywolf.critter.net/images/iron ... mental.jpg) no-repeat top left;"><div style="float:right;width:300px;padding: 10px;border-left:1px solid #000;background-image:url(http://gallery.artofgregmartin.com/tuts ... ges/01.jpg)"><span style='color:red'>Cartwheeling across the sand was fun. And Llina knew it as her body twirled and her legs came over her head. For some reason, Alanamsul was not in the mood to join her, but she didn't mind. It was quite refreshing to hear nothing but the wild gales of the Pwa desert ring through her ears. The Lukuo had no intention of making out the various pitches of the wind, but his ears were tuned to the call. Lowering them and laying them flat in what appeared to be a sign of submission, his female friend's cries of joy were now nothing more than a muddled blur to him. "Alan?" The Pendragon was getting no reply, so she landed upright once more, then called out, as loudly as she could, the name he always hated and never failed to respond to. "AL!" Within seconds his ears pricked straight up and he glared at the adolescent. She just placed both hands on her hips and raised her left eyebrow ridge. "Py mys kull na shus, reskh!" he muttered under his breath. Most of it was too quiet for her to make out, but there was one word she understood. She grasped a clump of his curly black hair and screamed into his ear. "You just called me a bitch! How dare you!" With a slap, she rushed off further ahead, muttering to herself. It was not so much his fault. He often told people that he did not like being called simply "Al". Those who did not respond as he wished were either ignored, hit or sweared at. However, it was only Llina he dared not curse at in English. But what he had said, he had not meant. "I'm sorry!" he called out to her, but she didn't turn her head. She did stop, and gave a little sniff. "Why did you have to say that to me, Alan?" she enquired. He simply stared at his feet and let out a tiny voice. "E lyba iyo..." She knew little Ramathian, and it was a shame, for the words that had just come from his lips were sweeter than candy. Her ears lowered a little, and there was a great deal of sadness in her amber irises. The glint of the sun was enough to illuminate that. "I need to control my emotions better..." He gave a little shrug of the shoulders as he spoke. She strolled back up to him and grasped his hand in hers. "It's alright." She pulled him with her across the dunes...</span></div></div>
<span style='color:purple'>Sleeping wasn't one of her bright sides, so she had waken up again, and realized that the sandstorm had already moved on. With a little happier mood then before, she proudly scared away three Anubi younglings which had gathered enough courage to sneak up on her (and failing at that) in an attempt to scare her. Of course, she had an excellent hearing, so she had sneaked up on them instead, giving of one of her infamous roars and scaring the shit out of them. What a perfect way to start after a good little sleep, she thought. Another thing which made her in a better mood was that one of the Anubi villagers had gone past her den and dropped a bowl of fruit, cursing while spotting the rather large Anubi female tovering above him for a moment, before fleeing and leaving the fruit bowl. Aah, yes. Life was sweet. Currently she was laying on her back, one leg over the other and with an arm under her head, munching on a juicy fruit. The sun was shining rather strongly, and any non-desert creature would've died without water to drink. She was not such a creature, she could survive the ultimate heat without water. But a fruit once in the time did no damage, and she enjoyed the exotic taste of this sweet plant. Basking in the sunlight, eating a tasty treat and scaring non-important creatures away from her home, was the life. Giving of one of her rare, dreamy smiles with closed eyes, she heaved a sigh of pure enjoyment. That was, of course, until the damn feeling of loneliness took over her, and she heaved herself up, suddenly not in the mood to eat the fruit right now. She put it back to the bowl, and for the first time of her life, she gave out a high pitched cry of sorrow, which echoed across the desert planes and dunes. After a that, she felt that sun bathing and fruit wasn't enough, and she went to lean against the wall again, with another, more bitter, fruit this time. </span>
<div style="display:table;margin:0 auto;width:500px;border:1px solid #fff;background: #000 url(http://greywolf.critter.net/images/iron ... mental.jpg) no-repeat top left;"><div style="float:right;width:300px;padding: 10px;border-left:1px solid #000;background-image:url(http://gallery.artofgregmartin.com/tuts ... ges/01.jpg)">"I smell carrots!" Alan announced. It made his female companion nearly jump out of her skin. "What carrots?" she sighed. "All I can smell is what seems to be a fart." "It's the desert..." he replied hurriedly. "Deserts fart?" "Sure, why not?" -- Along with the sun dipping past the horizon, the desert grew bitterly cold with each pawstep. Alan observed the shivering Pendragon next to him. With as gentle smile, he tugged off his own hoody and handed it to her. "What? But...won't you get cold?" She put it over her, all the same. "You being happy is important to me, Llina," he purred. Pink spots came about her cheeks, and she looked at his eyes. "Thanks..." She suddenly took a look down. Spilled fruit...</div></div> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Hmm...do you want to continue this? ^^</td></tr></table> </span>
