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- Caillen Winters - 03-18-2011 [html]
[html] <style type="text/css"> .calliengreen b {font-weight:bold; color:#48cc78; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .calliengreen p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .calliengreen {width:400px;border:1px solid #06190d;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... allien.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:175px;background-color:#227f43;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#04130a;} </style> table © Jenny The loneliness was eating away at him.
- Talitha de le Poer - 03-18-2011 [html] Lupus → Optime form. Sexy Talitha for the requesting! The day was growing longer, indicating that spring was coming back to the world. It greatly pleased the russet female known by the moniker of Talitha Lykoi; she had open and clear hatred of all things winter. The white world of the change in year left her bitter. There was no beauty in a world filled with white snow and grey mud. To ruby eyes that sought the wonders of art in natural life, Winter was the season of appaling surroudings. She much prefered the summer heat and colors given to the world under the sunlight that beat down on the backs of her family and vague examples of friends. Grey colored the world outside of Inferni, but it was more so during the cold season. Instead of stopping to look at what had become of her home since the onset of snow, she hunted. Though his lessons were not daily excursions from real life, Talitha enjoyed what her brother was teaching her; Ezekiel had given her the chance to better herself, and she had expanded on it. She still didn't eat, not nearly enough to appear healthy, but she had become proficient in stocking up on the corpses of small animals; rabbits, hares, lemmings, all stashed in a pile within her small den. She didn't need more, not until she'd made it through what was already there, but she enjoyed the chase and satisfied feeling of the animal's last breath. That was what had taken her from the borders of Inferni. Quadruped Lykoi, covered in mud from the melting snow, had made her way into the world of the Dampwoods. Crimson eyes passed over skulls, most in the best condition though some were still knocked over from the storm, and the familiar sense of sinking found itself in her chest cavity. Outside of her kingdom, the world was different. She was lost, like a child, and incapable of finding her way to specific landmarks. All she knew was how to return home, and home was not where she needed to be at that moment. In her patrols of the border, she'd noticed new scents on the wind, more frequent than she'd like to believe. Masculine, familiar. Hearkening back to earlier in the season, it evoked the face of the handsome lone wolfdog she'd found comfort in after her accident. Caillen had been nearby. A painful ache enveloped her lungs at the thought that he may have come to harm due to her own stupid mistake of leaving. She had tried to return, hoping to view the gentle features and receive the same sense of being needed that she lacked in her own home, but each time had been colored with other activities. Of course, at that moment, there were no other activities. Tinged with mud and searching for a quick kill, the distinct scent of her object of adoration reached her without fail. Stronger than previous, her interest was turned from the hunt; had Caillen returned? Though she was not one to hope, she couldn't help but believe that he was there, that he'd come to see her. It was just as likely he'd forgotten their encounter, or that he wasn't there at all and her insanity had simply fabricated his existence. Ruby eyes sought the handsome male as her path changed, following scents familiar and unfamiliar alike. At the end of the trail, unkempt and more beautiful than ever, was the prize she'd been hoping for. Caillen. Mud-stained fur morphed about the Lykoi's body as her shape changed, lengthening and moulding into something new. Long limbs carried her forward as she left her four-legged body behind. A crimson gazed watched him warily, but not without desire. There was no smile coloring her features. "It's not safe for you here." The words weren't threatening, but merely the voice of concern and reason. Inferni was not known for kindness, towards outsiders or wolves alike, and Caillen was both. Still, they were not close enough for him to be a threat, and she hoped that others would leave them be, if only to allow her the chance to spend time with the man. Another cautious step took her ever closer, mind restraining her from the urge to hold him. .talithaangel b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .talithaangel .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .talithaangel p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithaangel {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... iangel.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 120px 0px 20px 40px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Caillen Winters - 03-19-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .calliengreen b {font-weight:bold; color:#48cc78; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .calliengreen p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .calliengreen {width:400px;border:1px solid #06190d;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... allien.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:175px;background-color:#227f43;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#04130a;} </style> table © Jenny Born from his mind, she arrived.
- Talitha de le Poer - 03-19-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+ A forgotten sense of comfort passed through her spine, followed by a tremor of excitement. She wasn't dreaming, and she hadn't fabricated his existance. Caillen existed in a flesh and blood body much like her own, and he had come to see her. His voice bore the rocky twang of disuse, scraping at her ears, as he spoke words she hadn't expected to hear. He had to come. Had to. He promised. One black-rimmed ear twisted back into her auburn curls, surprise inked all over her features, swelling into her ruby eyes like every other emotion did. She was unsure of how to respond. Never before had someone kept a promise so casually spoken into the air, not before the wolfdog before her. His smile triggered a flood that she was incapable of damming up, her legs carrying her forward with brisk strides until she was able to reach out and touch the scraggy muzzle he boasted. Delicate fingers pressed against the plush fur, combing through silver and slate with the utmost care. For the briefest moment, she couldn't see the changes in him; all she looked upon were ice blue eyes so different from blood-soaked rubies she wore. It wasn't until she paused to inspect the rest of him that she realized how time had morphed him into something different. Hair longer, beard untrimmed, scarf tattered. It impacted her mind with a rough shake. How long had it been since she'd laid eyes on the beautiful man? Fingertips fell from his face to graze the thick fabric wrapped about his neck; she couldn't understand the purpose of wearing it, and found it a rather ugly addition to otherwise perfection. The necklace that was worn beneath it was more aesthetically pleasing. She didn't understand its purpose, but her hands caressed the glistening silver stag as if it were a treasure found at the bottom of the sea. Russet shoulders rose with a deep inhale as her face was pressed ever so carefully against his upper abdomen. "I didn't expect you would," she murmured, breath lost against the thick fur covering his body. A flare of heat spread through her stomach as she inhaled the scent of the wolfdog, sensations dancing through her thighs bringing about recognition of a desire that might have never been attributed to the large man had he not saved her in the mountains. .talithaangel b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .talithaangel .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .talithaangel p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithaangel {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... iangel.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 120px 0px 20px 40px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Caillen Winters - 03-19-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .calliengreen b {font-weight:bold; color:#48cc78; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .calliengreen p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .calliengreen {width:400px;border:1px solid #06190d;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... allien.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:175px;background-color:#227f43;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#04130a;} </style> table © Jenny It was not his place to approach her - Talitha was the witch, the holder of the cards and of all his attentions in this moment. Only she could make the choice to step further away from her beloved blood-drenched soil, and closer towards the man who embodied everything she had been trained to hate. He was Wolf, and he was Alien; He was Love and he was Happiness. He was Stupidity and Foolishness. He was Caillen Winters, son of the woman who had lain with her father on a growing night not so different from this one.
- Talitha de le Poer - 03-20-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+ Powerful arms enveloped her delicate body, and it soothed the dull ache that had rose in her throat. Still vaguely stunned that he was truly there, flesh and blood and fur and bone, she gave no verbal response to the embrace. Instead, her arms wrapped about his torso, sharpened claws digging gently into a well-muscled back as if to say she wouldn't let him leave again. A tremor passed through her spine as more words flowed from silver lips, hiding amongst her auburn locks and soaking into russet fur. She absorbed the moment, ears following each piece of his unique brogue. Only one sentence really mattered to her. "I wanted to see you again." He'd come so close to the skulls of Inferni for her. Her face tilted up, finding its way out of the plush fur of his chest so she could press her muzzle against his cheek. Dainty fingers slid from his back, dancing over the muscles in his chest to reach his face once more. It was as if God had given her a precious gift in seeing the wolfdog once more. Something had finally gone right in the lonely world of Talitha Lykoi, and she was sure that she couldn't let him leave any moment soon. "I'm glad you came, Caillen," she murmured, voice gentle and touch fleeting. She couldn't lie to herself. Days without the large male had gone noticed. Even seeing Ezekiel didn't ease the fine coating of sadness that extended through her body. Though their meeting had been brief, and though he was still a mystery to her twisted mind, she felt a closeness with the wolfdog that had not been seen outside of Ezekiel himself. Spindly fingers found their way to his neck, touching the soft fabric of his tattered scarf as thoughts perused her mind. It was wrong. The ruined material was not suited to the face of the mountain prince. Carefully, she unwound the rich blue from his neck; as it pulled away from the silver fur, the proper picture fell into place. A smile passed across creme lips as she placed it around her own neck instead. "You're much more handsome than I remember." .talithaangel b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .talithaangel .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .talithaangel p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithaangel {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... iangel.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 120px 0px 20px 40px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Caillen Winters - 03-22-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .calliengreen b {font-weight:bold; color:#48cc78; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .calliengreen p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .calliengreen {width:400px;border:1px solid #06190d;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... allien.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:175px;background-color:#227f43;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#04130a;} </style> table © Jenny Her fingers wove through the muscles of his back, and the man's spine shivered for her, his eyes so painfully blue that they seemed to flare with electricity. This gaze was fixed so intently on the portrait of her face - Eyes that had seen a thousand faces, in his dreams and in his life - And she alone was etched into memory, writing the scripture of the subtle lines of her features on the blank parchment of who he was. Time would flow on when Talitha was no longer in his arms, but oh, he would think of her. Remember, and crave.
- Talitha de le Poer - 03-24-2011 [html] All his words swam around her head and left tantalizing visions of time spent with him, and of future that had yet to be founded. A God she had never seen had smiled upon her, somehow, by bringing him back. It seemed she was not alone in yearning for affection lost to the faces of others within her home. She could not deny that it was wrong—oh, so wrong—to harbor the desire felt for the large doggish man wrapped in her arms at that moment. She was sure others had felt the same call; how else had her grandmother given birth to creatures so clearly wolf? It did not excuse the actions. Of course, as the returned-traitor, no one would notice another trespass against Inferni culture. Everything sounded right coming from the lips of the Winters male. Just as she had suffered on the inside as days rolled by, hoping to find a time to visit the mountains in search of her secret desires, Caillen had suffered the loss of the russet woman. It showed in his eyes. Again, her fingers pressed against his plush face, leaning backwards only enough to press her nose against his own. "I should have gone to see you sooner. I'm sorry," she whispered, feeling guilt where there should have been none. Time simply wasn't on her side. She sought his hands, fingers wrapping around thicker digits and giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance. He had suffered for her, just as blessed Ezekiel had, and just as Gabriel had before him. Though she would never be capable of admitting it, some semblance of love pushed the guilt away, filling her eyes with warm desire as she gazed into lonely ice reflections. While the males of her nuclear family offered comfort, Caillen offered a missing piece of the world she had never tried to explore, so determined that caring lead to miserable death. "Will you stay with me?" she asked, soft in tone and hopeful. Not forever, certainly not, but for the evening and perhaps the morning after. Any time spent with him would be enough to dismiss her own loneliness until the time came to embrace him again. .talithaangel b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .talithaangel .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .talithaangel p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithaangel {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... iangel.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 120px 0px 20px 40px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Caillen Winters - 03-27-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .calliengreen b {font-weight:bold; color:#48cc78; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .calliengreen p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .calliengreen {width:400px;border:1px solid #06190d;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... allien.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:175px;background-color:#227f43;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#04130a;} </style> table © Jenny Her apology washed over him, unfounded. There was no accusation in the male's icy eyes, only desire and the acute shadows of disorder and chaos, reflective of the churning spirit within. His mother had once taught him of spirits - Before this land, she had been a thoroughly religious woman. The spirits were the blood of her world, fragments of Dea and all that came to be. But Caillen's world had shattered a long time ago, splintering to reveal cracks of an inner being tossed by the turmoil his life had provided.
- Talitha de le Poer - 03-29-2011 [html] ...short. I fail. Derp. Though days had passed, and they turned into weeks, Caillen Winters held no anger for the Lykoi princess. It seemed she could do no wrong. Such a position was odd for Talitha; more often, she did everything wrong, and her family suffered for her stupidity. It was only at that moment, in the arms of the over-sized outsider, that she realized her life was not meant for the distress she so frequently felt. With Caillen, all was well. If only the moments could last longer, but she could not stay with him forever. Inferni was her home, and what was more, her brother had finally returned to her; if she disappeared, she had no doubts that the golden prince would follow her. Living in the moment was all that could be done for the Princess and her pauper. Never before had she yearned for the contact of another; certainly not another past the skulls. Caillen transcended her prejudice. The wolfdog pushed away all love felt for others. In his presence, she saw the world much differently; perhaps Gabriel and Faolin had not been wrong to be so close. The term "mate" had held negative connotations since the war, but the Winters male was almost able to push them aside. Her request was made in the hopes that she could draw out the moment, stop time somehow and be with him forever, when reality kept them apart. All at once, a rumbling rose in his chest and white teeth glinted in the dusk light. He couldn't deny her wish, he said, and it brought about the most relieved expression ever present upon russet features. She wouldn't lose him that night, and damn if the eventual rise of the sun would destroy the joy that built in her chest. Frail arms twisted about his bare neck, nose pressing gently against his cheek. Strange as she believed it to be, crystal tears welled up before crimson eyes. "I've missed you," she murmured, voice taking on the rasp of depression that occurred with crying. .talithaangel b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .talithaangel .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .talithaangel p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithaangel {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... iangel.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 120px 0px 20px 40px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Caillen Winters - 04-02-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .calliengreen b {font-weight:bold; color:#48cc78; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .calliengreen p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .calliengreen {width:400px;border:1px solid #06190d;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... allien.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:175px;background-color:#227f43;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#04130a;} </style> archive this soon and do ranty-thread? She melted in his arms, and he felt the tension bleed from her body with his obedience to her desires. It amazed him, how easy the woman was to please with the simple courtesy of a courtier, an admirer. It was as though she had never been properly loved before - Not the romantic feelings he felt for her, anyway.
- Talitha de le Poer - 04-09-2011 [html] 300+ His sudden movement away from her body pulled the sad female out of her own emotions. Had she done something wrong? Would he leave her, now that she'd shown weakness? On the inside, she ached ever more at the idea she'd scared him away. Within the skulled confines of her kingdom, she wouldn't have been so open. She simply assumed, as her handsome wolfdog was so gentle, that he might not mind her tears. Apparently, she was wrong. Caillen surprised her, however, but resting one large hand against her maw so as to tilt her gaze toward him. He was...concerned? Oh yes, the giant was concerned. A dangerous claw swept a single tear from his princess' russet cheek as she wondered in silence what good she had done to deserve such a charming saviour. Neither her brother nor father had ever showed such pure desire to keep their dark kin happy. Ezekiel had chased her across Nova Scotia. Gabriel had been a rock to turn to. Yet it was a wolfish outsider who gave her the most joy. He hadn't upset her, though he worried that he may have. Auburn locks tossed about her shoulders, giving strange contrast to the once-beautiful blue scarf draped about her shoulders. "No, of course not," she offered. Any trace of the bitter woman she was during the daytime escaped her voice, leaving the innocence of a child in its wake. Her hands reached for his. Something burned within her chest, words she knew she would forever be incapable of speaking branding her heart. If she had felt distaste for couples in the past, it was lost in the arms of the Winters man. The world slowed in his presence. As he requested of her, a smile broke through rainclouds. "I'm just so very happy to see you again." Talitha did not want him to feel distress over prior sorrow; it was merely overwhelming joy, after all, and he was the source and cause. .talithaangel b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .talithaangel .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .talithaangel p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithaangel {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... iangel.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 120px 0px 20px 40px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Caillen Winters - 04-11-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .calliengreen b {font-weight:bold; color:#48cc78; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .calliengreen p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .calliengreen {width:400px;border:1px solid #06190d;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... allien.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:175px;background-color:#227f43;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#04130a;} </style> table © Jenny His words transformed her, once again. She became blithe and bonny in his embrace, a tentative, wondrous creature. more powerful than even she could ever know. The feral-turned Wolfdog felt a deep stirring, the yawning hunger widening within him, and knew he wouldn't be able to resist it much longer. She was a flame to his volatile fuel, and being near her, touching her, felt like burning. It was a primal experience that he would never be able to begin to explain, something no other woman had pulled from him - Perhaps a culmination of the loneliness and the guilt and the mourning and the festering rage, combined potently to simper for her as he had longed for no other.
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