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Both are perfect! ^^ I love them, the conveyance of both characters is well done in the skills and physical representation of the characters... > . > I wish I could make characters like that.
Oh wow, that sounds fun. I always did like archery, but I kind of grew away from it. Oh well, just gives me something to pick up again when the weather gets nice.
I use to do some recreational shooting around the house, but honestly I am just an avid redneck. I know my fair share of general knowledge. I mostly read a lot about Fletching, I also do reloading though for mot caliber of rifles and Gauges for Shotguns.
XD Yep, I had the same image when I first thought of it.
Of course not, it just means you aren't the only waiting for the Shifter "dog"-pile. XD
I have to agree, that post was great Vicier.
Marc sat himself on the stool tucked under the small table and pulled the eight arrows he had in the quiver, out to be adjusted. He laid them all out and picked them up one by one to examine the flimsy, rubber feathers that were glued to the back, and one by one he used a small, thin blade to shave them away by wedging the well-designed blade under them and into the glue. One by one he removed all of the rubber and then shaved away all of the glue to prepare them for the new, hunting feathers he had bought.

Once the rubber feathers had been replaced with stiff, thick, hunting-bristle feathers, he began to unscrew the small, rounded Fieldpoint Arrowheads off and screw on the bladed, Broadhead Arrowheads he had saved for hunting occasions. This took a lot less time then re-feathering the arrows, but it would still take a few moments. Once that was completed he picked up the Compound bow, checked the test in the draw, and then stood at a ready stance, as if he had an arrow notched on his cable, and then slowly pulled it back and held it a moment. It was rigged for deer, which was safe to say around an average test, but he would be bumping it up to what most American hunters would use for bears. After taking the time to adjust the entirety of the bow itself, he stood once more and readied himself in the stance, drew the bow up, and then drew the cable back. The test was much tighter and the force it took to pull it back was monstrous in comparison to before, but Marc was use to a heavier weight test, and he was satisfied with the work he had done. He packed the arrows back into the quiver, laced the bow over his shoulder, and then packed his stuff into his room and laid back on his bed with a smile shining at the ceiling.

"Camping.." He said aloud, but lowly to himself. "Camping, with some actual people this time, other then my old man. Wonderful." He said as he spoke again in his deep, but low voice before turning his head to look at the clock. After he caught the time he closed his eyes a moment while sliding his hands up and behind his head to rest himself a moment.
Sam smiled as her arms hooked around his neck and their embrace grew stronger with each passing minute. The breeze whipped up and slid softly through the small gaps between their figures before Sam raised his legs up slightly unto his knees and then raised his torso up, her's following with hooked arms still around his neck, and then he stood lifting her along with him. He grasped her legs and slid them around his waist slowly while looking into her eyes and turning slowly to put her back to the sun and his smile tightened into a small grin. His mind focused on her, but slipped from the surroundings and began to question it all. "I, I can't really understand it, all this time, all these weeks, thee months, two mates in the same clan without finding each other, til this day? I feel so invigorated, so alive, so happy." He spoke in the solitary confines of his mind where the words of such a cheesy nature were better left.

He closed his eyes a moment and laid his head back to take in some sun, but then he raised it back up and tucked his lips into the nape of her neck to place a soft kiss before letting her down onto her feet. "Hm, let us move into the kitchen. I am about to grab me a bite, would you like me to get you anything?" He smiled and turned placing his right arm over her back and tucked his hand onto the right side of her waist, while walking on her left until they entered the kitchen. He pieced himself together a small sandwich and laid it on a plate. He then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and stood opposite the room from Rick with Rhea while awaiting her decision on something to eat, but before either of them could have said anything a sound rang in their lycanthropic ears, it resonated from the front of the manor and he quickly darted passed Rhea and the others, with Rick in tow.

He moved into a hallway to find Jaii, an unknown female, and Luke standing around with the female in Luke's grasp and Jaii opposite the woman. This all looked very bad, and Rick would surely have something to say, or something to punch knowing him, after he found out what was going on.

"Luke, sir, what is going on?" Sam asked, uncertainty filled his mind as he tried to piece together a thousand piece puzzle with only a handful of details. He tensed up, he knew with Luke anything could happen, and anything probably would happen. He guided Rhea back around the corner with a light pat backward and then he stepped forward, only a few feet away from the situated trio.
Haha. XD Everyone has their moments.
I know! I went to post earlier, and while I was writing, I noticed it went down.. T^T I am about to right up another post.

Oh, and I just now happened to grasp te whole spectrum, but the whole beginning of our rp.... is just a bunch of love struck wolves. XD
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