IsabellaRose

I just click the Other Media - Insert Existing Attachment at the bottom and it's right there in my album.

@BladeRunner - Nothing fancy - free downloaded fonts, crop the pictures using Paint3D that came with Windows 10, then do the layout in Publisher because it's part of the Office license that came with my new computer, export as JPG and crop again in Paint3D

Umm. I guess message me if you want one?

Oh, um... I don't know if it's normal here or not, but I made those banners for my character so it's easier to identify who's in the post. If anyone else wants one, I can make them for you based on your character pictures with different fonts. Unless you guys find them annoying? ...in which case I can stop using them. In case you haven't seen any of the threads where I used them, they look like this:

She maintained her elegant and stately stance, her eyes fixed on his, black and unreadable, like those of a bird or reptile. How long had she been here? The years literally blended into each other. It felt like about a month, which likely meant it had been several years. Her perception of time passing had changed over the centuries. "It doesn't seem as if I've been here very long at all," she said distantly, as if trying to remember. "What's a few years when you've lived hundreds?" When he asked if she was hungry her lips almost started to smile, the faintest hint of a twitch. She was indeed hungry. It had been too long since she fed. What a perceptive human. Perhaps it was part of his thrall nature to see the hunger in a vampire She tried to remember what it had been like to have thralls of her own, then remembered the blood, all the blood, when she'd slain them all. Every thrall she had, ever vampire she'd sired, dead by her own hand. It had to be done. They had grown into something she could no longer recognize as her own. She came back from the reverie and continued to stare into his eyes. "Everyone is hungry for something," she said almost under her breath. "And so rarely satiated." She did smile then, a wide, pleasant smile, the kind one offers a stranger when trying to be polite, but the smile did not touch her eyes. "I was just about to head out and find someone to eat," she said. She started toward the door. "It was... interesting... making your acquaintance, Vance Stripeth."

dealer's hand

Are we going shoe shopping?

her choice

I woke up to a solid 8 inches... ...of snow in my driveway.

cum guzzler

empty flamethrower

The Who

Elena currently has no thrall, if you're interested in an ancient bitchy Mistress.

Elena... felt something. For the briefest moment, this human caused an emotion to stir within her. Nonsense, she thought. There was nothing left for humans or anyone else to make her feel. It was simply... surprise. She was surprised that a human might actually understand anything about her. That he could sound even remotely sympathetic. That one who had devoted so much time and effort to destroying her kind could look beyond his limited mortal viewpoint. Still, for her to be surprised was something in and of itself. How often had anything surprised her prior to her self-imposed exile? Almost never. She mused on this human, on his words, and on this place to which she had come. Perhaps there was more to this place and those who dwelt here than she initially thought. "You are an interesting specimen," she said to Vance from across the room. "I don't believe I want to kill you, either." She said it with amusement in her voice, as if the thought had only new occurred to her that she might let him live. She meant it as a de-escalation of the tension between them, but it had been a long time since she had tried to relieve tension without rending flesh and tearing veins, and it likely did not sound as amusing as she intended. Her voice took on a resigned tone now, as if she had no choice now but to be polite if she weren't going to kill him. "If we are not going to try to kill each other, I suppose introductions are in order." She turned and faced him, took a few steps before presenting herself in an exceedingly formal manner. "Lady Elena Yaroslava Dragovic," She offered the barest nod of her head. "What shall I call you, thrall?"

I should just kill this human, Elena thought. Rules of hospitality be damned. She continued walking slowly away, her back to him. "You're not like most humans." She turned at the other end of the room, looked at him. "You'd rather kill me than talk to me, wouldn't you?" She was mildly amused by how confident he seemed. But in the end, the most entertainment he could offer was his confident attempt to kill her before dying at her hands. She wasn't even sure why she was wasting time with a human whose blood she couldn't drink. She was, however, curious about this map now. What would be interesting enough to scratch it out so no one would find it? Perhaps she'd investigate herself at some point.

"I am, well... was, a wolf biologist." She realized how strange that must sound coming from a werewolf to another werewolf, and quickly added, "don't laugh. It was what I chose to study before..." Before my professor changed in front of me, chased me through the woods, pounced on me, took me like an animal in heat, bit me, and changed my life forever. "Before I was bit." She stood still, uncertain what she was supposed to do. Bow? Lower her eyes? She couldn't remember anything Tabor had taught her about packs. It had been all rushed out as asides while he taught her what seemed much more important at the time, how to control the change, what to wear. She had, of course, ignored practically all of his advice. She didn't want to change. She didn't want to be what she was. She wanted to go back, to be just a human again. She looked up quickly, flashing a small smile. "The pack has been very welcoming. I just..." Just what? I'm not not certain I belong? God, Lupe, stop being such an idiot. "I'm still trying trying to find my place," she said as quickly as she could, trying to cover the long pause. She smiled, the same smile she used to put on for her professors when she didn't know if she said the right thing. She had been told her smile was cute, that it made people feel at ease. She felt silly standing there smiling like an idiot. She was acting like an idiot quite a lot today.

"Secrets in the woods," she mused to herself. "Something someone doesn't want you to know about. How very interesting." She walked further away then called out to him, "I bet you're just dying to get out there and find out what it is that was scratched off of your map." She glanced back over her shoulder when he asked what she was looking for and quirked one eyebrow. How dare he question her? "You are the curious one, aren't you? And quite fearless." Turning she strode back to where he stood. In her heels she was only and inch taller than him, so they were basically eye to eye, but she used her vampiric presence to appear to loom over him briefly, threateningly, her shadow expanding to cover the wall and ceiling. "Careful, little thrall. Your Master only provides you so much protection from the consequences of your curiosity." She stepped back and was just Elena again, a woman in a long black dress, standing before a young man, her shadow normal. A smile flickered across her lips but did not touch her eyes. He was an interesting one. No fear in the face of an ancient vampire. If she didn't know better, she'd have guessed him for a slayer. What interesting company you keep, Miana, she thought to herself. She looked him up and down. He was not afraid of her, which meant he was either stupid or had faced and slain vampires before. "You've killed vampires, haven't you, boy?"

Yay! Elena gets more company!

Lupita stepped in right as Daliah tossed a book and growled. Perfect timing.

Lupita heard the end of a conversation through the back door of the library on her way in. A male voice was saying, "...reconnecting myself to the pack. I'm... Sorry." She stopped just outside the door, but then heard feet retreating out the main entrance. She was certain she wasn't meant to overhear even that much, but she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and slipped silently into the library. Once inside, her eyes were instantly drawn to the tall, slender, gorgeous woman standing in front of the fireplace with a book in her head. Lupita opened her mouth to speak, but the woman let out a growl and slammed the book onto the floor, then seemed to stand there... laughing? crying? Shit, thought Lupita. She thought this was Daliah, the beta of the pack, and and now she had obviously intruded on a private moment. But if there was one thing she knew with werewolves it was that there was never any sneaking silently away from the older wolves. Their senses went beyond the mere physical. Daliah would know she was in the room as soon as Lupita moved. "Bad ending?" she said in an attempt to break the silence with humor. "I know I've wanted to toss a few books when they didn't turn out the way I wanted." She stood just inside the door, uncertain if she should even be here. Her black tank top and biker shorts were form fitting and left none of her curves to the imagination as she offered a hopefully reassuring smile and moved toward the plush couch. "I'd offer a recommendation, but I'm afraid my reading is mostly academic these days. No one wants to read Wolves: Behavior, Ecology, and Conservation, even the other students." She stood in front of the couch, her messenger bag over one shoulder. "I'm Lupita, by the way. I don't know if you remember me. We met very briefly when I arrived, but you were busy." She looked up at the taller woman, the second in command of the entire pack. "I'm sorry, should I go?"

If you didn't already leave, then yes!

She can go wherever there's someone for her to interact with. Daliah doesn't need to stay there if you have other plans.

What can I say, I like to live on edge. lol

"Don't you know it's not polite to ask a woman her age," she said without expression. She seemed more bored than anything else, but had taken an interest in the book he was reading. "And don't panic. I don't eat off someone else's plate." She leaned close, trying to see the title of the book he was reading. "Studying the lay of the land, I see. Find anything interesting?" She moved away, turning her back to him, letting him know that she didn't consider him a threat. Her slow and stately pace seemed incongruous when compared to the graceful and flirtatious sway of her hips.

I mean, Lupita is pretty much here to be bossed around by the wolves that are bigger and badder than her, so... she's your plaything