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Post by noelle on May 11, 2012 11:58:19 GMT -5
THREADS INITIATED.
The threads below will be listed in order of chronology.
KEY.
|| completed threads, threads in progress, dead/inactive threads ||
CHAPTER ONE || Post title, || With ___.
AREAS EXPLORED.
The lands below will be listed in the order that Noelle explored them in.
ONE || Land name here.
RELATIONSHIPS.
The wolves and horses below will be listed in the order that Noelle met them.
NAME HERE || TBA || "Opinion/reason."
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Post by noelle on May 11, 2012 12:00:17 GMT -5
GRAPHICS COURTESY OF SARA   [atrb=border,1,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; padding: 0px; background-image: url(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/9455/noellev.jpg);] [/style] [style=background-color: rgba(250,250, 250, .2); width: 80%; padding: 10px 15px 10px 15px; font-family:georgia; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; color:#282828; ]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Typi non habent claritatem insitam; est usus legentis in iis qui facit eorum claritatem. Investigationes demonstraverunt lectores legere me lius quod ii legunt saepius. Claritas est etiam processus dynamicus, qui sequitur mutationem consuetudium lectorum. Mirum est notare quam littera gothica, quam nunc putamus parum claram, anteposuerit litterarum formas humanitatis per seacula quarta decima et quinta decima. Eodem modo typi, qui nunc nobis videntur parum clari, fiant sollemnes in futurum.
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Post by noelle on May 11, 2012 12:06:13 GMT -5
GRAPHICS COURTESY OF RAZA  [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 430px; padding: 0px; background-image: url(http://img560.imageshack.us/img560/2178/noelle1i.png);"] Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Typi non habent claritatem insitam; est usus legentis in iis qui facit eorum claritatem. Investigationes demonstraverunt lectores legere me lius quod ii legunt saepius. Claritas est etiam processus dynamicus, qui sequitur mutationem consuetudium lectorum. Mirum est notare quam littera gothica, quam nunc putamus parum claram, anteposuerit litterarum formas humanitatis per seacula quarta decima et quinta decima. Eodem modo typi, qui nunc nobis videntur parum clari, fiant sollemnes in futurum.
"Speech."
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Post by noelle on May 11, 2012 12:07:30 GMT -5
GRAPHICS COURTESY OF JAY   [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 480px; padding: 0px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/2ik5qpl.jpg);] The gold and silver female slunk through the night. Golden eyes looked every which way as she traveled the unfamiliar path back to her ‘pack.’ She had almost been raped, pillaged just because some male had called her pretty. A nice make from Mentari had saved her. She had been so stressed after the event that she had stayed with Mentari until they moved to a new land. She had not seen her sister there; in fact, no one knew where her sister was. Senatriia had tried not me make many friends on the sandy shores. Now her soft pads were back on wooded ground. She didn’t feel at home though. Perhaps she would never feel at home. Taskani had not saved her from a painful fate, Mentari had.
The gold and silver female slunk through the night. Golden eyes looked every which way as she traveled the unfamiliar path back to her ‘pack.’ She had almost been raped, pillaged just because some male had called her pretty. A nice make from Mentari had saved her. She had been so stressed after the event that she had stayed with Mentari until they moved to a new land. She had not seen her sister there; in fact, no one knew where her sister was. Senatriia had tried not me make many friends on the sandy shores. Now her soft pads were back on wooded ground. She didn’t feel at home though. Perhaps she would never feel at home. Taskani had not saved her from a painful fate, Mentari had.
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