WHAT'S WITH THE MARK? & open; joining

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia][justify][size=8]
    The sleek cougar stalked a squirrel, narrowing her eyes. She pounced, quickly snapping the rodent's neck. Walking off to a nearby tree, the female quickly ate, her eyes darting around as she did. She was always on edge for demons, just as her parents and brother taught her. The ruby pendant around her neck swung around when she caught the scent of a clan near her. Hm... The cougar thought, walking over to where she suspected to be a clan of some sort. She barely stepped into the border, glancing around. Isabelle Lightwood was her name. Nephilim that fought with a golden whip. On her chest was the mark of the angel, but could only be seen by creatures with the sight. Unlike most people, she stayed silent, awaiting a border patrol.
    #izzylightwood2k15

    [Fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font-size:11.5px; font-family:century gothic; line-height:100%; text-align:justify; width:400px; maxheight:; color:black]
    Most people did in fact remain silent on the border, at least in James' experiences. They chose to wait for an individual to arrive before they spoke their piece, though there were still those who made their business known beforehand. Either way, it did not matter to the broad shouldered snow leopard, whose keen gaze travelled once over the stranger to conclude this was likely a joiner. "Name and business." He hadn't grown tired of the phrase as his tone suggested; he merely chose to speak in a flat voice whenever in the company of those he had not been acquainted well with.


    [Color=transparent]
    #jamesbarnes


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italics; font-size: 32pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px snow;]Sylmae Winzor[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae padded up and sat down by Bucky, her ear twitching. Since he had asked all the important questions, she didn't have to say anything so she simply waited for her to answer.


    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; margin-top: -11px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia][justify][size=8]
    Isabelle stood tall as the two walked over to her. The cougar looked to the snow leopard and replied. "Isabelle Lightwood. Joining" She said, finally dipping her head. Her golden whip, which was twisted around her foreleg, slid down a bit as she was speaking.
    #izzylightwood2k15

    [Fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font-size:11.5px; font-family:century gothic; line-height:100%; text-align:justify; width:400px; maxheight:; color:black]
    "Accepted. Would you like a tour, and do you have any questions?" His gaze roamed briefly to the whip at her side, curious, before it raised as he spoke again. "I am James Barnes, though I would prefer you call me Bucky. Welcome to the clan." That one saying felt worn and overused, even as he had rarely utilized it; he wondered how many phrases people used were hollow from their repetition.


    [Color=transparent]
    #jamesbarnes

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia][justify][size=8]
    Iz nodded to Bucky "No thanks on the tour. I'll explore myself" She replied to the male, rolling her shoulders.
    #izzylightwood2k15


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italics; font-size: 32pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px snow;]Sylmae Winzor[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"I would love to give you a tour. I've been told I'm the best. Apart from that, you can come find me if you need help with anything at all." She said lightly and offered her a bright smile. A new joiner was nice, really.


    ninja'd
    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; margin-top: -11px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor= #1b1b1b; borderwidth=5px; border-color: #636363; min-height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=5px; border-color: #636363; height: 100px; width: 355px; background: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/ada…jsa4SebL1r922azo1_500.gif); margin-top: 12px; background-position: center;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= #131313; borderwidth=5px; border-color: #636363; border-bottom: none; max-width: 260px; margin-top: 15px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; color: #B0B0B0; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]NOBLELANDS | MALE | 14 MOONS | TAGS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= #131313; borderwidth=5px; border-color: #636363; min-height: 190px; width: 355px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #B0B0B0; line-height: 12pt; word-spacing: 4pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 12px;]




    /Midderz you're everywhere xD




    Another joiner. Their numbers were growing, that was for sure. Good thing he wasn't claustrophobic because, hell, they needed more people. The black cat maneuvered himself over diligently, standing beside James with his ears erect and crooked tail held high. [b]"My name's Barghest, a knight here. If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask."







    [/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor= #131313; borderwidth=5px; border-color: #636363; border-bottom: none; max-width: 150px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; color: #B0B0B0; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; transform: rotate (90deg); -o-transform: rotate (90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate (90deg); margin-top: 268.5px; margin-left: -83px;][b]BARGHEST[/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia][justify][size=8]//heck yeah I am cx
    Isabelle looked to Barghest, dipping her head. "Isabelle Lightwood." She said, looking him over. She was a fan of his coat color, her being a fan of black.
    #izzylightwood2k15

    [align=center][size=36pt]ℰ[/size]
    [size=8]♔ hover
    ♔ [font=times new roman]hover
    ♔ [color=#808080][font=timesnewroman]hover
    [color=White]♔     [color=#808080][font=times new roman]hover

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][font=times new roman][color=white]"Lilith, Princess." The elegant white tigeress spoke politely before folding her sable angel wings curtly, taking a seat. New joiners were always a thing to adore, as the vampiress had quite a liking for meeting new people.

    		 [/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 375px; height: auto;][hr][align=center][sub]TEMPLATE © WINNIE

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia][justify][size=8]
    Lilith. She certainly was [i]not[/i] a fan of the name, nor what demon it came from. At least in her mind, Lilith was the demon 'queen' of sorts, and she hated her. "Isabelle" She said, not wanted to say her last name over again.
    #izzylightwood2k15

    [justify]Léon Targaryen Mikaelson
    Queensguard - 10 moons - Half-Demon Half-Angel Lion
    [size=7pt][ speaking - thinking ][/size][/justify]
    [hr]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify; width:470px; font-size: 13px;]
    ooc// GAH THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS


    "Léon Targaryen Mikaelson, Queensgaurd." Léon nodded to the female, his eyes flickering to the whip coiled around her leg, as well as the mark of her chest and the ruby pendant about her neck. Of course he didn't know that she was a demon hunter- but what would he have done differently if her did? Nothing. He'd still come over and introduce himself. Léon wasn't fully demon, as half of his genes were also angelic. Perhaps that made his a bit less of an enemy. Not that he cared much. His wings shifted as he nodded his head to Isabel, "I hope your stay at the Noblelands is.. what you expected it to be, Isabel Lightwood." His usual smirk was present on his handsome features as he spoke, though his tone wasn't necessarily polite.

    [align=center][size=36pt]ℰ[/size]
    [size=8]♔ hover
    ♔ [font=times new roman]hover
    ♔ [color=#808080][font=timesnewroman]hover
    [color=White]♔     [color=#808080][font=times new roman]hover

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][font=times new roman][color=white]Well one thing was for certain, Lilith was a demon and the name was an indication, just grand- now she'd have to go fight off some so called hunter, even being part dryad- it still wasn't much use. "Its quite the exquisite name." The white tigeress spoke, shooting Leon a gaze for that tone, it wasn't fun to get on a hunters bad side.

    		 [/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 375px; height: auto;][hr][align=center][sub]TEMPLATE © WINNIE

    [fancypost borderwidth=; border: 1px double black; border-radius: 10px; bgcolor=transparent; background:url(http://cs410630.vk.me/v410630881/6821/r32nmR6RoWU.jpg); height: 330px; width: 575px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: left; color: black;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 250px; height: 100px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;]



    n o w b r i n g m e t h a t h o r i z o n

    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 250px; height: 92px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;]

    ic: "Welcome to The Noblelands, Isabel. My name is Christian Parker. If you ever need anything, I'm here to help." The dog dipped his head. His words were polite and just that, but void of any emotion. Perhaps when he got to know her better. Or when he became nicer. But for now he was simply polite, no more and no less.



    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 250px; height: 100px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;]

    ooc:
    #christianwashere

    [/fancypost]
    [/fancypost]