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- Alaine Winters - 01-16-2011 [html] table © Sie
.alaine-t49 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .alaine-t49 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .alaine-t49 b {color:#DCEAFF; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .alaine-t49 {background-color:#869EC0; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010d ... etable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1E242D; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .alaine-t49-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .alaine-t49 .inner {margin:113px 10px 10px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #B6C9E5; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style>[/html] - Orin Takekuro - 01-16-2011 [html] WC 655 Orin was sitting alone on the front stoop of her bookstore when she heard the call. The young woman had hardly left her home during the last week in the aftermath of her night spent with Shawchert. After all the books and tales she read about love and romance she never would have guessed something like this could have turned out so terribly. Of course, the fight with Sky had been the worst of it. Sky had tried to apologize since then, but Orin's stubborn nature would not see it. She knew for the sake of her pack and for the sake of her future that she should forgive the woman. Ultimately, no harm had been done except for giving Bangle a show and perhaps creating a little buzz of gossip that would be forgotten soon enough. Orin was the only one who was working to become the pack's historian and she could easily leave this little tidbit out of the history books. Little plop... plop... sounds resonated through the winter air as Orin dropped small snowballs onto the ground. While lost in her reverie she had scooped up and handful of snow and let it sift through her fingers. In all honesty, the Takekuro woman did not fully understand why she felt like this. Sure, she had been embarrassed. Sure, the feud was stressful. But even in her stubborn days or during a sudden flare in temper she never caught herself actually thinking so pessimistically. She had been stuck in this rut all week, hardly ever bouncing out of it fully even when talking to the friends that came to comfort her. This was not like her. Or maybe this was just what life felt like after you shared your body with someone? Or just what it was like to be grown up? She was so lost. Sighing, Orin lifted her head and listening to the low grumble in her belly. She was hungry. She was practically starving, in fact, despite having already eaten a meal just an hour ago. It seemed to come along with her depression, this crazy urge to eat everything she could. And half the time she would suffer bouts of nausea afterward and lose a lot of the meal. It played on Orin's stubborn nature all over again, and she started to refuse to eat. Why bother if her body was just going to reject it? So she ignored the second craving for food. Her legs dangled over the short porch and she stared at her feet as they swung back and forth. Would this ever stop? That was when Alaine sang. Orin's ears twitched and she jerked her head up. She was not certain but that voice sounded very familiar. Could it be..? She wondered to herself, and wasted no time in shoving herself off the porch. She wanted to take off towards the call at the usual exuberant run that was so characteristic of her, but she could not summon the energy. Instead she settled on a brisk walk, hurrying out of the shopping square of Thornbury and into the woods. Once she pressed into the snow laden foliage, she sang a return call. Though she was slower than usual, it was not long until she trodded through the trees in just the right location and spotted the brilliant red cloak that Alaine donned. A wide smile brimmed on her face, one of the few genuine smiles she could muster over the past week, and she finally found that snipped of energy she so dearly desired before. She trotted up to the mount, all sunshine and glee for her friend Alaine. “Oh wow, Alaine, I thought it was you!” She beamed up at her friend, but from this angle and beneath the cape she could not see the woman's condition. “Welcome to Cercatori D'Arte! I've missed you! How have you been? What brings you here?” .orinlizard-text {padding:0px 7px;} .orinlizard {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .orinlizard b {color:#e9b656; font-weight:bold;} .orinlizard {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#ad9500; background-image:url(http://img718.imageshack.us/img718/5581/souls68.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:250px 0px 0px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5e3e4b; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 01-17-2011 [html] table © Sie
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ooc... I had NO muse for a little while there, sorry! Thanks to coffee it is now back! Eee! Small PP on walking and such, let me know if any of it needs to be changed. Feel free to continue their walk to/entrance to the bookstore if you want, or any other distraction that may occur. <3 wc 759
“Oh, it's not too far of a walk at all,” she chittered in reply to Alaine's question. One dainty hand made a slight motion towards the the direction from which she came. “I like in a town called Thornbury and it's not much of a walk. A little snow and brush in the way but you saw how fast I got here after your call, and I didn't even run this time.” She giggled gently; anyone who knew Orin knew how much she loved to sprint almost anywhere. “Yeah, come on down, walk with me and stretch your back,” she agreed with a hearty nod. Her eyes watched her friend closely as she began to shift in her perch, readying herself for dismount. That was when the fine cloth of the cloak shifted aside and Alaine's swollen belly poked through. Before she could stop herself Orin let out a little gasp of surprise and her eyes went wide and jerked up to Alaine's face. The shock written in her expression soon melted into a large, ecstatic grin. “Alaine!” She squeaked, but her tone was not scolding. That slight tremor in her voice was the product of her jubilation. There was not even a brief flash of negative judgment in her eyes for her friend. She did not know Alaine had a mate... Or perhaps she still did not... but either way this was still joyous news. She laughed softly and joked, “Alaine, are you making me some little pupils?” She chuckled as she moved a step closer to Alaine's mount, waiting for the creature to become steady and trustworthy, then she took Alaine's hand and elbow and shifted herself to be of best support while her friend dismounted. From afar this may have been a humorous sight – two equally tiny Luperci women versus a tall mare. But in the end, the job was done with little folly. Once Alaine was steadily on her feet Orin slipped around her friend and took the horse's reins, slipping them over the animal's head so they could now function as a lead. She held the straps, ready to guide the mare so her friend could have a leisurely walk. “It's this way,” she gestured and fell in step at Alaine's side when she was ready. Part of her secretly thanked the woman's condition for setting a moderate pace, for Orin herself had little energy thanks to her own unknown condition. “I have a bookstore now! I discovered it in near perfect shape. There were a few setbacks when I first settled in and some repairs are slow going thanks to the season, but it's a charming little place and hardly any of the stock was destroyed by the years. Get this... haha!... some skunks had taken up shelter inside, I suspect that's why no one really messed with the place until I came along. Don't worry, though, the smell has finally cleared.” Orin chattered on like this for much of their short walk, though she gave Alaine the opportunity to interject when needed. Orin herself found difficulty in talking and walking the whole span, often running out of breath in just a few quick words and having to pause in her story (but not in walking) to catch her breath. Soon the woods came to an end ad the women were upon the edge of Thornbury. They emerged right at the butt end of the shopping district, and from there they could see her bookstore. “There it is, right over there,” she broke the short silence and pointed to the bricked building on one end of the U-shaped district. “I'm afraid we don't have a stable yet. The leaders plan to build one but, just like my shop repairs, that project has been a little stunted by the winter. Hmm...” she considered for a moment, wondering what to do with the horse. “Skye keeps her horse in her house. I... uh... don't really want a mare in my bookstore, though.” She gave Alaine a guilty look. “But we could slip her into one of the empty shops, or if you think she'll be warm enough tether her reins around one of the support posts outside my store.” She said all this as she continued forward, halting her speech on occasion as she did to recapture her breath. She yearned to start in with questions about Alaine's puppies but knew that her friend wanted to get inside and comfortable before playing twenty-questions. |