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- Cwmfen nic Graine - 08-05-2010 [html]
[html] Dream Sequence!
.ascend b {font-weight:bold; color:#000007; letter-spacing:.0px; } .ascend-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align:center; } .ascend p {text-indent:20px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px;} .ascend {margin:0 auto; width:330px; background-color:#6f6e70; background-image:url(http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ble_02.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2e2f32; padding: 10px 0px 280px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; color:#2e2f32; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Onus - 08-09-2010 [html] Yay! Hope this is good, a bit rusty with the old boy Dreams were not something he had. Maybe when he had been small and feeble, before his life was almost taken at the hands of the woman who had given it to him, maybe then he had dreamed. But after that all that had been left to him were nightmares. Things that woke him in the night and left his heart pounding as if it might explode from the exertion. With age and experience, those too had faded to leave nothing but darkness when he closed his pitch black eyes. It couldn't be said that it was a peaceful darkness. It was just nothing. All he took from sleep was the rest that was required to keep his body working. It wasn't a release, it wasn't an escape. It was just something that had to be done, like breathing and drinking and eating. All things he did in moderation. Only as much as was needed. The coyote had never been one to indulge himself in anything. Until her. Then everything had seemed to change. The world around him, which had always been black and white, had taken on a strange gray area that he hadn't been able to understand at first. But she had taught him, and he had come to understand and accept into his life something he had never thought to obtain. Love. Before that there had been no drive, no priorities in him except for that to complete his self assigned mission in life. She had become a separate drive and priority though. He gave much for her, and she had given much in return. More surprises came with the two lives they had managed to conceive. He had never thought to be a father, he hadn't thought he could perform such a duty. Once again he had learned though, and he supposed that he could say that he had been happy. The birth of their two children had been a year past now though, and no longer was she by his side. She had departed, and she had told him to stay with their children who did not wish to go. The two pulls that had worked in concert had suddenly become opposing, and the man that had always known what to do had become confused. There were days, nights, where he would venture after her. But as soon as the sun rose or set, he would return to the two young lives he had helped to create and had helped to raise, the duties of the father always overpowering the duties of the lover. The comfort of the twins gave him solace, but it was not enough for him to count himself happy any longer. Light faded into the world. At first Onus figured that he must have been roused and his eyes were now open. The otherworldly quality of the place though soon told him otherwise. This was no physical place. The hair on the back of his neck rose on end. For one so grounded in reality, to be in a place so unreal was unnerving. Still, he found himself rising to his feet and walking. He had no idea what direction in which he was moving, or towards what end he was moving, but there was a pull and he could not ignore it. In fact, he found himself having no desire to resist it at all. Soon, a pool of water appeared and he saw a figure kneel down to drink from it. Onus stopped then, and stared at the figure that was so familiar and yet had become so foreign that he found himself doubting the familiarity. She both not as he remembered and exactly so. It was her. Cwmfen. The man found his lips locked and his vocal chords paralyzed. He simply stood and stared and the woman he loved. The woman who had walked away from him and told him to stay. And he had listened. .onuscityfog b {font-weight:bold; color:#3F3F3F; letter-spacing:.0px; } .onuscityfog-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:10px; text-align:left; } .onuscityfog p {text-indent:10px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px;} .onuscityfog {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#F9F9F9; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... tyfogg.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #444444; padding: 10px 0px 290px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#A7A7A7; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 08-11-2010 [html] ^w^ <3
.ascend b {font-weight:bold; color:#000007; letter-spacing:.0px; } .ascend-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align:center; } .ascend p {text-indent:20px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px;} .ascend {margin:0 auto; width:330px; background-color:#6f6e70; background-image:url(http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ble_02.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2e2f32; padding: 10px 0px 280px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; color:#2e2f32; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Onus - 08-16-2010 [html] <333 She stayed by the pool, crouched down, frozen. His eyes traced over the marks upon her back, both the woad and the scars. The man's fingers twitched with the memory of running over those memories of battles past. His hands gentle with her as they were with no one else except for the twins. Part of him wanted to leave, to run from the image of her, finding the experience almost painful. This wasn't real. He knew this wasn't real. She was hundreds of miles away. Gone back to that pack that had held her loyalty before concern for the safety of their pups had driven them away. Onus didn't understand why she had left. Couldn't understand. There had always been things about her that he didn't understand, but he had never imagined those things would make her leave. What could be so important as to make her walk away from their family. To walk away from him. She rose, and turned to face him, and the sight of her face made him nearly choke on the air he breathed. His shoulders subtly slumped. He didn't understand any of this. This all seemed so real and yet it was not and it made his heart ache. Another feeling rose up, the part that was hurt by her seeming abandonment. The vigilante's body once again tensed, stuck in a shifting maelstrom of emotions. He wanted to ask her why. He wanted to ask if she no longer loved him. Perhaps it had been too much, to think that anyone could love him for any substantial amount of time. Surely he was no easy man to love, to attach oneself to. He had thought she had though. He had, against all logic, believed that she would stay. The sorrow of refusal filled him back up and he looked in her eyes. Was there something similar he found there? The same confusion? The same anxiety? She moved forward. One step at first, and then another, and then suddenly as if it had happened all at once she was right before him. Onus' body tensed, and he sucked in a breath as he felt her claws on his skin, her hand moving up his body. His own hands remained at his sides, still feeling paralyzed. Cwmfen gently rubbed his face and he let out a shuddering breath, his heart seeming to shed the negative feelings that had wrapped it up. The distance was completely terminated as she held herself to him and the rest of the air left his lungs. Almost involuntarily, he found his own arms raising to wrap about her form, one hand resting between her shoulders, the other on the small of her back. She breathed him in against his neck and his eyes closed. His own nose took in her scent and it filled him with warmth, made his heart glow as it had not since she had left. He could feel his blood pumping, as if it were only able to do so in her presence. As if at all other times he was nothing more than a machine, moving and living just because it did not know what else to do. Large ears quivered as his name was released softly from her lips. The man took a deep breath and exhaled. "Cwmfen," he said simply. The coyote had never been a man of words, but now the few that he had failed him. Whatever hurt her leaving had given him, he knew that he could never stop loving her, even if he wanted to. .onuscityfog b {font-weight:bold; color:#3F3F3F; letter-spacing:.0px; } .onuscityfog-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:10px; text-align:left; } .onuscityfog p {text-indent:10px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px;} .onuscityfog {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#F9F9F9; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... tyfogg.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #444444; padding: 10px 0px 290px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#A7A7A7; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] |