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Post by Zawki on Apr 2, 2023 19:43:22 GMT
~ Duchess ~
Duchess looked at Ramir doubtfully. She couldn't imagine the rocky terrain ever being as nice as a lush forest or meadow, with or without the drought. Yet, she had to admit to herself that she had no idea what it was like before, having never even set foot in mountains. She had always assumed they would just be cold, rocky and hard on the paws, but this was anything but cold. "This drought had better not last much longer," she commented. "I don't know where we'll get water from if that little pool dries up."As she continued on, she noticed Ramir move to one side. "You're blocking my view of the beautifully scorched landscape." Her words were accusatory, yet edged with a hint of sarcasm, and her smile gave away her playful intention. For a moment she wondered what would happen if Ramir slipped, when suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her forepaw. Giving a short yelp of surprise, Duchess quickly lifted it to take a look. Her ears dropped as she saw blood seeping from the largest pad. "Stupid rock," she muttered, looking down at the sharp stone where she had stepped. She quickly licked away the blood, frustrated not only that it would make walking harder, but that Ramir had been right; she knew she probably wouldn't have stepped on it if she had been watching where she was going, and hadn't been in such a hurry. Now limping slightly, she padded forwards a little more carefully this time. "Does your pack have anything to heal this with?" she asked, pausing and turning her paw to show the injured pad. If they did, then perhaps they could provide some relief for the paws she had injured on the slope, too. Either way, she knew that once she left, she wouldn't be returning to the mountains in a hurry. In the meantime, however, a nice long rest in a cool, sheltered den sounded like just what she needed. Cheshire
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Post by Cheshire on Apr 3, 2023 2:09:22 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] [attr="class","scroll"] Shock and realization coursed through Ramir at Duchess' comment. He'd never considered the possibility of the pool drying up. The lifelong Vertok had always had the little pond around. It disappearing had seemed unfathomable. What would they do without it? "W-what," he stammered, "No, it can't! We need it." The drought needed to end fast, before the Vertok lost their water. Without it, they'd have to find a new source or go down to the river. The thought made Ramir shudder. Going anywhere close to Sanzin territory sounded like a nightmare. [break][break] "Oh, um, sorry," he mumbled, embarrassed, before seeing the white fae's smile. It was just a joke. Ramir smiled and a small wag of his tail followed. He hadn't messed up again! His happiness was short-lived as Duchess' yelp drew a look of concern to the knight. He rushed forward only to step back. The sight of the blood sending a queasy sensation through him. Another awkward trait that didn't match his station. Despite being a knight, he couldn't stand the sight of bloodshed. Another thing he couldn't stand about his cowardly self. [break][break] Duchess' question broke him out of his ire. "Yeah, we do," he barked, "It's not too uncommon for this to happen." Overeager pups, an accident during training, or just a stumble, all sorts of things were the cause of a stone cutting a paw pad or other body part. He'd gotten his fair share of scraps as well. "I've done it, too." He was more careful nowadays. His pads had toughened, and he knew how to spy out the smoother and safer trails. This time, he walked a little closer to Duchess. "You can lean on me if you want," he offered with a small smile. He didn't know if she'd want to. The snowy she-wolf had quite a bit of pride from what Ramir could tell in their small time together. "Just a bit longer," he reassured. Craning his head up, he could see the tip of the pack's caves just ahead.
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Post by Zawki on Apr 3, 2023 13:41:09 GMT
~ Duchess ~ "Exactly!" At last, Ramir seemed to be showing a bit of concern about the drought. Duchess realised, having access to the water must have given him more confidence than she could share, being an outsider with no knowledge of where to find such things. He seemed to know his way around the territory quite well too, which gave her hope that the cave he had mentioned really would be the best place to shelter. She couldn't see why he wouldn't have mentioned somewhere else otherwise, unless the pack was keeping their best territory locations a secret. Duchess looked up from licking her paw to see that the sight of her injury seemed to have unsettled the wolf. She couldn't tell whether he was worried she would blame it on him, or if he was just sensitive when it came to wounds. For his sake, she hoped it wasn't the latter; however would he hunt otherwise? Yet, she couldn't help finding the thought amusing. Perhaps she wasn't the only one to rely on the generosity of more experienced hunters; he had refused to hunt for her earlier, after all. It was like all the pieces where coming together, and she decided to keep her theory in mind for later. If the pack functioned in a way where some wolves hunted for everyone else, then hopefully she would be able to get hold of a free meal, too. Realising she had become somewhat lost in thought, she was glad when they were able to move the conversation along. "That's good, at least." Her voice lacked enthusiasm, although Ramir's words still came as a relief. There seemed to be little point in getting excited until they were somewhere cooler, but that didn't stop her from smiling when Ramir told her the same thing had happened to him. "How did that go?" she asked, curious to know how he might react in such a situation. Duchess looked at the mountain wolf's coat as she considered the offer he had made. It didn't look like the cleanest of things to lean on, but then she remembered that her own fur had been messed up on their journey. "Alright." She carefully leant on the other wolf, simply enjoying the way he was so willing to help her. It made her feel special. 'Maybe he'll get used to it,' she thought. She wouldn't say no if he wanted to bring her some fresh food and find a nice cosy place for her to stay once they got to the cave, too. Cheshire
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Post by Cheshire on Apr 6, 2023 18:32:22 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] [attr="class","scroll"] It was only natural the fae would inquire as to what happened, but the memory still brought a flush of embarrassment to him. He'd never gotten hurt enough to draw blood up until that point. Seeing his bloody paw had actually caused him to faint. It had been one of the most embarrassing moments in his life. Worst of all, it had been his first day training as a knight apprentice. He'd wanted to quit right then and there. His eyes fell downward, and he offered an awkward smile, "I fainted." Ramir braced himself, waiting for the laugh that was sure to come. People always laughed when they heard about it. [break][break] He hadn't expected her to actually take him up on the offer. After all, he was scruffy and dirty. With Duchess' insistence on cleanliness, he was sure she'd refuse in order to avoid dirtying her coat. It came as a surprise when she accepted, and he felt her weight on him. If she'd been a bigger wolf, it would have been an issue. But Ramir was strong enough to handle this much. [break][break] A couple moments later and the pack's caves appeared. A few wolves milled around the entrance and two wolves were on guard on either side of the cave's mouth. "This is the Vertok's den site," he said happily with a little wag to his tail. With an open borders policy, they welcomed anyone as long as they weren't hostile. Weary travelers, future or past pack members were all welcome to take a rest on their grounds. He gave brief nods of greeting to both guards, fellow knights, as he entered the cave. "Our Bishops are this way."
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Post by Zawki on Apr 7, 2023 18:00:08 GMT
~ Duchess ~
Duchess continued on, slowly and carefully navigating her way around any rocks she thought might pose a threat to her paws, until Ramir's answer to her question caused her to stop. She looked his way, curious to see whether or not he was joking, and within moments she was lost in uncontrollable laughter. "You fainted?" she queried, knowing deep down that it was probably true, but wanting to be certain nonetheless. It was just too good, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling as she tried to imagine the scene. For a moment, she even forgot about the harsh rays of sun shining on her fur. What did the rest of the Vertok think? How many even knew? There were just so many questions she wanted to know the answers to, and she had a feeling it wouldn't be too hard to find out. As she leant on the wolf, she felt more at ease than she had done in days. His fur was warm, but she was beginning to get used to the heat, and it suddenly didn't feel so bad. Duchess gave a contented sigh, closing her eyes for a moment. She hadn't realised just how tired she was until now, but Ramir made for a fairly decent walking pillow. At least, to an extent. "I bet your fur would be softer if you groomed it more often," she commented, but her tone lacked judgement. She didn't want to offend the pillow too much. When Ramir spoke of the den site, Duchess quickly stood up straight. "Where?" Her question didn't even need to be answered as she laid eyes on the cave and a few wolves up ahead. "Oh, ew." Snapping out of her weariness for a moment, she swiftly licked her shoulder where she had been leaning on Ramir, silently hoping no one had seen her. She wanted to be an esteemed guest, not some helpless traveller they'd found straying into their territory, and leaning on someone like that would hardly make the best first impression. Holding her head a little higher, she walked along beside Ramir, forgetting for a moment about her injured paw and pulling it back suddenly with a wince. "What's a Bish hop?" she asked, looking up at the wolf as she paused to lick at the injured pad. She knew she had mispronounced it the moment she said it, but it wasn't like it mattered. All these pack terms were new to her, though she doubted they would be any use to her once she left the mountains. Cheshire
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Post by Cheshire on Apr 13, 2023 16:34:44 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] [attr="class","scroll"] Duchess' reaction was exactly as he'd expected. His ears drooped as a result and an embarrassed smile crossed his jaws. The laughter was familiar, but it didn't hurt any less whenever he heard it. "Yeah," he mumbled, reserved. Any respect he might have had before was probably lost now. He really was quite the fool. [break][break] A perplexed look crossed Ramir's face, "I guess." He never considered grooming to be all that important. As a knight, he wasn't sure how it might contribute to his duties. As a wolf, he found it pointless when his coat would just get dirty again in a moment, especially in their dusty mountain territory. "You groom a lot," he said plainly. Her coat felt a lot softer than his own. And cleaner. [break][break] Ramir didn't hide his surprise when she stopped leaning on him. Well, he didn't complain since it was a weight off his back. If she felt well enough to walk on her own then maybe the wound wasn't so bad. "Oh, umn." It was only natural Duchess wasn't familiar with the term Bishop. He didn't think any of the packs in the valley had the same name for ranks. Ramir should have used a more typical term for the rank. "Bishops are our pack's healers. They'll be able to treat your paw." [break][break] Waving his tail like a banner, he happily walked into the Bishop's cave. "Excuse me," he called politely, peeking his head in, "Can we have some assistance?"
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Post by Zawki on Apr 27, 2023 15:29:09 GMT
~ Duchess ~
Duchess looked at the wolf as he stated the obvious. "A beautiful coat is one of the best things a wolf can have," she replied. "Without maintenance, it becomes just another pelt in the crowd." She didn't know where she would be without her luxurious fur; it was the one thing most wolves seemed to admire about her, and she doubted she would receive so much respect if she let it get all dull and matted. It was amazing how far some wolves would go to impress a wolf with good looks, regardless of whether or not there was anything in it for them. She guessed Ramir had never known what it was like to be envied, or admired in some way. She couldn't see why anyone would settle for less otherwise. As Ramir explained about one of the pack's ranks, Duchess continued licking at her paw distractedly. "Oh, that's good," she responded, her gaze now fixed on the injured pad. After a moment's pause, she looked up again and added, "But why not just call them healers? It makes so much more sense." She just couldn't understand the point in making names more complicated than they had to be, unless the pack used them like some kind of secret code to confuse outsiders. It seemed like too much effort to remember, but at least Ramir was letting her in on the pack's unusual ways. After their earlier conversation, she couldn't help wondering if he was like this with everyone, or just trying to impress her by making her feel at home. She padded after him, limping carefully as to not further injure her paw as they made their way into another part of the cave. At last, it seemed she would be able to relax soon. She turned to face Ramir, her eyes still adjusting to the lower level of light, a huge contrast from the glaring sun outside. "What exactly does a Bishep do?" she asked, not caring whether she had pronounced it right. It was only now occurring to her that if the pack had strange, foreign names for their ranks, then maybe their healing methods would be unusual, too. Cheshire
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Post by Cheshire on Apr 27, 2023 16:04:56 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] [attr="class","scroll"] Ramir's face scrunched up with doubt. He wasn't sure he bought that explanation. The Vertok knight had never cared about his appearance. He was usually rough and unkempt. The value of grooming, he didn't see it. Despite Duchess' insistence, he didn't think he'd ever find himself agreeing. "If you say so," he mumbled. While Duchess certainly looked nice, he wasn't sure how much that actually helped in day-to-day tasks. Would looking better make his patrols go easier? He doubted it. [break][break] His face twisted again, but with confusion this time. The question the she-wolf asked was something he wasn't sure how to answer. It had always been that way? But that seemed insufficient for an answer. "I don't know," he answered unsteadily, "It's just always been that way." He realized now just how little he knew about his pack's history. Everything that happened with the Sanzin had been used as a way to warn him about them. When it came to other events, like the pack's founding, he knew very little. The why and the how of it all, he didn't know anything at all. [break][break] He was being faced with a lot of questions he didn't know the answer to today. "Umn, healer stuff?" he ventured. Admittedly, he tried to spend as little time as possible with the Bishops ever since his fainting incident with his foot. It had been the embarrassment of a lifetime, and he had no wish to revisit it ever again. "With plants and things?" Some wolves of the Vertok spent time as pawns working in various areas before specializing, but Ramir had never done that. He'd gone straight to knighthood training. While normal, it did mean he lacked knowledge in other areas.
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Post by Zawki on May 11, 2023 16:35:08 GMT
~ Duchess ~
Duchess raised an eyebrow at her tour guide. Was that doubt she saw? She turned her attention back to the trail ahead, rolling her eyes casually. Of course he wouldn't understand. For all she knew, he probably hadn't groomed for months. Thinking about her own dust-coated fur, she could hardly wait to find somewhere to relax so that she could give it a good clean. When Ramir failed to provide a conclusive answer to her question, she couldn't help laughing once more. "You don't know?" She stared at him in amazement. "That is the stupidest reason I've ever heard." She paused for a moment, before adding, "Did your pack just randomly decide, 'let's complicate things for no reason' one day, thinking it made them special?" The laughter faded from her voice as she realised Ramir probably wasn't sharing in her humour, but she still kept smiling regardless. Despite the rugged territory and disappointing lack of foliage, she had to admit the pack was good for a laugh, and if she could find a smooth rock or two, it would probably have good places to sunbathe when the weather wasn't so unbearably hot. "Very descriptive," she muttered bluntly once Ramir had finished answering her next question. 'Healers do healer stuff,' she thought. 'Who would have guessed?' Yet, as she was staring at him with a vague look of contempt, she realised, perhaps he had told her what she wanted to know after all. If it sounded so predictably normal to her, then their methods were probably equally normal, unlike the pack's exotic naming system. "I guess that makes sense," she conceded, feeling the slightest flicker of guilt. Wanting to break the tension, she figured it would be best to quickly move the conversation along. "How long will it take?" She had a pelt to groom, and she didn't fancy holding her paw out all day. Cheshire
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Post by Cheshire on May 22, 2023 1:21:40 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] [attr="class","scroll"] Ramir's ears drooped and his tail dropped as Duchess burst into raucous laughter. He loved his pack and was proud to be a member. Hearing them mocked like this caused a pit of sorrow to sink into his stomach. Was it really so dumb? None of the packs in the valley used the same name for ranks. Wasn't it normal. Ramir lapsed into silence. He didn't feel so good anymore. [break][break] The knight's eyes drifted to the hard stone beneath their paws. He didn't see the look in Duchess' eyes. Her words failed to penetrate the fog that had settled in his mind. It was a few beats later that he realized she had asked another question. "Oh, not long. Our bishops tend such injuries frequently. They know what to do." [break][break] As if on cue, one of the pack's healers approached the pair, a smile on their face. "A cut paw? We can take care of that." [break][break] Seeing the healer, a small wag moved through Ramir's tail along with a minute small, "Please do." At this point, Ramir tossed a concerned and uncertain look at Duchess. He wasn't sure he was needed anymore, but he didn't want to leave Duchess in unfamiliar lands and paws.
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Post by Zawki on Sept 1, 2023 16:50:30 GMT
~ Duchess ~
Duchess nodded in acknowledgement as Ramir answered her question. It was little wonder wolves kept getting their paws injured in such conditions, but she was still relieved to hear they should know what they're doing. "That's good, I-" She broke off when she saw another wolf approaching. Her expression dropped to a subtle frown as she studied the smile on their face. She didn't understand how anyone could look so happy living in a cave, surrounded by such rocky, barren land scorched by the drought. From what they said, she guessed they were a healer. Reluctantly, Duchess held out her paw to them. "Let's make this quick." After the long trek to the cave, her patience was running thin; all she wanted to do was get clean and relax. Casting a glance at Ramir to distract herself from her injured paw, she caught his gaze. She wanted to ask him how long it would take, but she remembered she had already done that. She hadn't realised getting injuries healed could be so boring. Turning back to the pack's healer, she looked at the floor of the cave and took a deep breath, followed by a calmer sigh. There was no use in complaining about it; not when the treatment for her wound would probably only make it sting more. She decided to focus on that instead. The last thing she wanted to do was be caught off guard and yelp out in front of Ramir. 'Although, that's not as bad as fainting,' she thought to herself, unable to hide a faint smile. Cheshire
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Post by Cheshire on Sept 10, 2023 17:08:54 GMT
[nospaces] [googlefont=Charmonman][googlefont=Old Standard TT] [newclass=".punkimainrule"]width: 400px; background: #ebebeb; margin: auto; border-radius: 4px; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 25px;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkiaccentwalk"]height: 100px; width: 400px; background: #f0f0f0; border-bottom: 4px solid #dfdfdf; border-radius: 4px 4px 0 0; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkifirstlinerule"]padding-top: 36px; padding-right: 30px; text-align: right; padding-left: 104px; font-family: Charmonman; font-size: 25px; color: #7D9CB3; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 25px; height: 25px;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkisecondlinerule"]height: 12px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; color: #7D9CB3; font-family: Old Standard TT; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-right: 30px;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkiimagerule"]width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; border-radius: 50%; background-image: url('https://townlift.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/1599px-The_endangered_gray_wolf_canis_lupus-150x150.jpg'); float: left; margin-top: -81px; margin-left: -54px; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkiimagerule:hover"]transition: 2s; transform: rotate(360deg);[/newclass] [newclass=".punkihovernamerule"]transition: 0.5s; opacity: 0; width: 150px; height: 150px; background: rgba(255,255,255,0.75);[/newclass] [newclass=".punkiimagerule:hover .punkihovernamerule"]opacity: 1;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkinamerule"]line-height: 150px; text-transform :uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 11px; font-family: calibri; color: #424242;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkiimagerule:hover .punkinamerule"]transition: 2s; transform: rotate(-360deg);[/newclass] [newclass=".punkicountrule"]display: inline-block; padding: 5px; border: 2px solid #dfdfdf; background: #f8f8f8; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: Calibri; position: relative; top: -13px; color: #a4a4a4;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkibulkrule"]margin: 0 25px; margin-top: 1px; border-right: 2px solid #B8C4CD; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6e6e6e; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; font-family: verdana; padding-bottom: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkitagsrule"]display: inline-block; float: right; padding: 5px; background: #B8C4CD; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; font-family: calibri; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #ffffff; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: -5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkibulkrule a"]color: #6C859A; font-size: inherit; font-family: inherit;[/newclass] [attr=class,punkimainrule] [attr=class,punkiaccentwalk] [attr=class,punkifirstlinerule]Every battle is won [attr=class,punkisecondlinerule]before it's ever fought [attr=class,punkiimagerule] [attr=class,punkihovernamerule] [attr=class,punkinamerule]RAMIR / VERTOK KNIGHT [attr=class,punkicountrule]words: #### [attr=class,punkibulkrule]"Certainly," Ramir barked, happy to be of service. The Knight sat patiently by the side as the Bishop worked. In the past, he'd been squeamish about the sight of blood. His fainting spell had been telling enough. Now, he was only mildly unsettled by it. But only mildly! He watched the pair out of the corner of his eye to see when they were done as he pretended to busy himself by looking around the Bishops' Chambers. It certainly wasn't because he didn't want to see the injury. The healer cleaned the wound with some moss soaked in water before applying a healing poultice. What the poultice was made of, Ramir wasn't sure, but he couldn't deny his curiosity. [break][break] Quick as could be, the healer was done. "Try not to rub away that poultice. And keep off the paw until its healed!" Those familiar words had been said to him when he'd suffered the same accident. He didn't want to remember any more than that though. "Would you like to meet King Conri and Queen Rieka now?" he asked as he stood. He didn't know if Duchess would be interested in joining the Vertok, but she had to meet their leaders at least. Ramir tried for a charming smile, but it turned out more reassuring, "They're both very nice, and they'd be sure to welcome you." Though he found Queen Rieka to be a ball of fire that he intimated him at times. [break][break] The knight started moving towards the exit to the Bishops' Chambers. "We shouldn't linger." With how busy the Bishops were, he didn't want to get in their way. Everyone in the Vertok was nice, but even so, he didn't want his clumsy self to bother of his betters. "Do you want to lean on me again?" he offered with a shy smile. Duchess had opted to walk into the dens on her own, but he felt better offering. [attr=class,punkitagsrule] Zawki
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Post by Zawki on Sept 10, 2023 22:57:02 GMT
~ Duchess ~
Duchess winced as the healer treated her injured paw; it stung - that much she had been anticipating - but she hadn't expected it to sting that much. "It's not often I get injuries like this," she spoke to Ramir in her defence, as if he might suddenly think she's weak for reacting. In truth, she practically never got injured before setting out on her own. She could only imagine what getting a more serious injury treated would be like. The healer gave her some instructions, causing her to pause with her tongue hovering above her injured pad. Duchess frowned. Oh, how she hated being told what to do. Reluctantly, she got up, keeping her injured paw off the ground. She would decide when it was ready to be walked on again herself, but for now, she might as well listen so as not to cause a fuss. Without a word to the healer, she turned to Ramir. "Would you like to meet King Conri and Queen Rieka now?" he was asking. The question piqued her interest in an instant. She was still very curious about the pack leaders. "Yes, let's go." She gave a slight smile, inviting him to lead the way. Then she hesitated. "I will get time to clean my fur first, won't I?" She had wanted to deal with that from the moment it got dirty. She couldn't imagine the pack leaders seeing her like this. On the way back to the main cave, Ramir offered to let her lean on him. Duchess studied his pelt once more, her expression likely giving away the answer before she even spoke. "I think I can manage," she said as she padded past. It was strange walking on just three legs, but not impossible. Regardless, she could feel the weariness from the heat catching up with her quickly. She hoped she would get time to relax for a while before they did anything else. Cheshire
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Post by Cheshire on Sept 18, 2023 16:57:41 GMT
[nospaces] [googlefont=Charmonman][googlefont=Old Standard TT] [newclass=".punkimainrule"]width: 400px; background: #ebebeb; margin: auto; border-radius: 4px; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 25px;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkiaccentwalk"]height: 100px; width: 400px; background: #f0f0f0; border-bottom: 4px solid #dfdfdf; border-radius: 4px 4px 0 0; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkifirstlinerule"]padding-top: 36px; padding-right: 30px; text-align: right; padding-left: 104px; font-family: Charmonman; font-size: 25px; color: #7D9CB3; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 25px; height: 25px;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkisecondlinerule"]height: 12px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; color: #7D9CB3; font-family: Old Standard TT; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-right: 30px;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkiimagerule"]width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; border-radius: 50%; background-image: url('https://townlift.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/1599px-The_endangered_gray_wolf_canis_lupus-150x150.jpg'); float: left; margin-top: -81px; margin-left: -54px; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkiimagerule:hover"]transition: 2s; transform: rotate(360deg);[/newclass] [newclass=".punkihovernamerule"]transition: 0.5s; opacity: 0; width: 150px; height: 150px; background: rgba(255,255,255,0.75);[/newclass] [newclass=".punkiimagerule:hover .punkihovernamerule"]opacity: 1;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkinamerule"]line-height: 150px; text-transform :uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 11px; font-family: calibri; color: #424242;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkiimagerule:hover .punkinamerule"]transition: 2s; transform: rotate(-360deg);[/newclass] [newclass=".punkicountrule"]display: inline-block; padding: 5px; border: 2px solid #dfdfdf; background: #f8f8f8; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: Calibri; position: relative; top: -13px; color: #a4a4a4;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkibulkrule"]margin: 0 25px; margin-top: 1px; border-right: 2px solid #B8C4CD; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6e6e6e; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; font-family: verdana; padding-bottom: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkitagsrule"]display: inline-block; float: right; padding: 5px; background: #B8C4CD; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; font-family: calibri; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #ffffff; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: -5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".punkibulkrule a"]color: #6C859A; font-size: inherit; font-family: inherit;[/newclass] [attr=class,punkimainrule] [attr=class,punkiaccentwalk] [attr=class,punkifirstlinerule]Every battle is won [attr=class,punkisecondlinerule]before it's ever fought [attr=class,punkiimagerule] [attr=class,punkihovernamerule] [attr=class,punkinamerule]RAMIR / VERTOK KNIGHT [attr=class,punkicountrule]words: #### [attr=class,punkibulkrule]Ramir's head titled, puzzling over Duchess' comment. He wasn't certain why she'd said it, but he wanted to encourage her nonetheless. "Of course," he agreed with a smile and small wag of his tail. Whatever it was, Duchess did seem very graceful. [break][break] His surprise was plain on his face when Duchess asked for time to clean up. The thought had never crossed his mind that something like that would be needed. Though he cared nothing for his own appearance, his dust and dirt-covered pelt being proof, Duchess did not think the same. He paused in his stride, thinking. "If you'd like," he spoke slowly. Where could they go for that? He supposed the Central Keep would be fine. He didn't think it was right to bring her into the Knights' Chamber. [break][break] As he had expected, she refused his offer. He'd respect her wishes but keep an eye out if she was unsteady. It wouldn't do for her to injury herself again. "This way," he said with a wave of his tail. The Central Keep was bustling with wolves moving in and out as usual despite the heat. The sight brought a grin to his face. Ramir always loved how energized his pack was even if he didn't feel the same. They were as reliable as their mountain stronghold, and he would always trust them. "Here," he said, moving to a quieter corner. "You can clean up here." He moved off to the side and sat with his back slightly turned towards Duchess. Pointing at a larger entry towards the center of the cave, he spoke, "King Conri and Queen Rieka's Chamber is that one. It's really pretty in there." His eyes were alight with joy. "There's these glowing stones that light the place up." It was his favorite place in the den site though he didn't visit very often. [attr=class,punkitagsrule] Zawki
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Post by Zawki on Sept 24, 2023 15:30:30 GMT
~ Duchess ~
Duchess observed the puzzlement on Ramir's face, and her own expression dropped to a frown. 'Seriously?' She couldn't help being surprised that he hadn't even considered time to clean up, although it should have been obvious from the state of his pelt. Thankfully, the pack wolf seemed to understand that not everyone was willing to stand before the leaders of a pack looking like that.She padded after him, being careful to keep her injured paw off the floor of the cave. Although she had no intention of limping around all the time, it at least shouldn't be far before she could relax a little at last. She weaved between the other pack wolves, eager to fix her embarrassing appearance. She was satisfied with the quiet part of the cave Ramir had chosen. Duchess wasted no time settling down before brushing the fur along one side of her body with swift strokes of her tongue. At the very least, she wanted to get the worst of the dust off before focusing on a deeper clean. Ramir was telling her something, but Duchess didn't bother pausing what she was doing. That is, until she heard the word 'pretty'. She hesitated mid-lick, listening closely to what he was saying about the pack leaders' chamber. It did sound pretty. "I cannot wait to see it," she decided out loud, returning to grooming her fur after sparing a quick glance. Her mind whirled with new thoughts; what did it take to become a pack leader? Was their part of the cave cosy? What colours were these mysterious glowing stones? She had never thought a cave could sound so appealing, and she was excited to learn more. With any luck, her fur would be clean within a few minutes, and she would get to learn more from the pack leaders themselves. Cheshire
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