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- Saul Stormbringer - 02-05-2011 [html] Honey sucks, but its up now! <33 The winds had bypassed their usually playful nature, the blasting of cold air becoming a constant whipping of hair and fur. It was merciless, carrying bucket loads of snow and throwing it with a vengence in the eyes of those brave enough to get out. The houses in the main street of Dahlia had begun to groan ominously, their ancient structures threatening to topple under the weight of both wind and snow. It had started last night, the snow falling thick and fast. It wasnt going to stop for anyone. They had had a brief reprieve this morning when the wind had died enough for the snow to falling in soft sheets instead of harsh lashes against the face. Saul had been out this morning, tying the tarpauline tighter around the exposed roof of his cabin. It was waterproof, but he had yet been able to decide what to make the roof out of. It took him until about midday to get out there and back, the snow pulling heavily against him, determined to ruin his house. .saul-d19 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .saul-d19 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-d19 b {color:#D6ECF8; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .saul-d19 {background-color:#728792; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/saul3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1A2023; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; } .saul-d19-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 02-07-2011 [html] WC: 301 OOC: WEEEE First Eclipse post ^^
She had no idea what was going on. Normally she would be out exploring and having a little fun before her mommy brought her back, but today… today she didn’t need to be forced to stay at home. She was right in between her mother’s legs the whole time. It seemed like the best place for her but mommy didn’t think so. Eclipse was scared of the wind, was it suppose to howl? Why was it allowed to sound like a wolf? Why was it angry? Did they make it angry? She had so many questions. Questions she wasn’t willing to voice quite yet. She was huddled next to her mommy when she heard it. First it was a creak, or a moan, yes it was a moan, someone must be sick… but then there was the cracking, Eclipse had never heard a sound like that… and it was deafening, then suddenly the whole house shook and she hid her face whimpering. Yes she was cowering, the puppy who was fearless was cowering from the invisible enemy called the wind. She couldn’t help but be scared of this… anything else was nothing, but the wind and the snow, and that terrible crash… what had happened? Did the wind make that sad noise or was someone upstairs? Then she heard a familiar voice and sat up. She knew exactly who that was! Mommy is Saul, whas he doin here? Eclipse said. Her tail twitching a little but it stayed hanging between her legs, though her big puppy ears were straight up, looking for another sign of her cousin. She wouldn’t be calling out to him, though she wanted to, he did call out his name, but the adults could handle it. She just wanted to stay by her mommy and feel safe. .eclipfreeb1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#eaf7f2; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #28875f; } .eclipfreeb1-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#176745; text-align:right;} .eclipfreeb1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .eclipfreeb1 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#90debe; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... torm01.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #176745; padding: 185px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#176745; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .eclipfreeb1-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #cef7e6; margin:0 auto;} .eclipfreeb1-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #28875f; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Shayna - 02-09-2011 [html] wc: 543
Her birthday was soon, and as the girl was rising 2 years of age she clarified it was only right she started to live off her own bat, fully for once. Her dream little cottage with floral decoration lingered beautifully in her imagination, with conscience that it may not be far away – that was if any buildings survived the storm that was so brutally thrashing its rage on her home lands. She turned to glance outside and only witnessed what could literally be described as a whiteout with flock after flock of tender snowflakes being flattened by cruel gusts relentlessly upon the old window, making the house shake and groan eerily in its aged foundations. She pulled herself off the couch, and exited the front door in a quick attempt to stretch her legs. Outside was freezing cold, with Shay wrapping her arms around her torso and rubbing her sides energetically in an attempt to keep her body temperature up. It was impossible to see more than a few feet in front of anything, and gold eyes squinted determined to find a possible path but saw nothing. Something just wasn’t right. The woman had witnessed her fair share of snow in her short time on this earth – but nothing ever remotely similar to these conditions. Realisation she was being buried alive in the storm the woman turned and headed for the front door seeking refuge… but then it all happened so fast. The deep groan and ear-splitting crack of wood was the only signal for the woman to escape but within that fraction of a moment the opportunity had passed. Shay turned only to be consumed in fear as a dark silhouette hurtled towards her and in a feeble attempt to dodge she bolted for the door two seconds too late. A deafening crack and thunderous crash filled the air as the old tree collided with the house and sent one of its arms down as if the tree was determined to take her down with it, pinning her helplessly underneath its crushing weight. A sickening splintering of her bones with a sharpened branch drilling through her shoulder and the woman released a blood-curdling scream enveloped in excruciating pain. Claustrophobia set in, her claws desperate they screeched along the bark to relieve its flattening weight and remnants of the once glorious now shattered Victorian House descended in rubble clumps. ”no, no NO” she panted, ”Somebody help me...Please!” petrified her body was moments away from being totally crushed.
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