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- Talitha de le Poer - 04-11-2011 [html] Backdated 12Mar2011. Halcyon Mountains. Totally ripped a quote from Spongebob for the title, since I was at a loss. 300+ Winters. How could she have missed something so obvious, so clear? How could she have been so ignorant? How could she have fallen for the charms of such a trickster, a vile incubus lying in wait for the unsuspecting mind? The rage felt toward Gabriel had transformed into something so much more than simple disgust. Passion had given way to anger and betrayal. Suddenly, there was no trust; no one deserved it, not after she'd been fooled by so many. Again it was Gabriel's fault. So easily did her father twist his princess' world into oblivion. Confrontation was not her forte, yet she found herself ascending the cool mountains in search of the handsome giant who held some part of her half-broken heart. In the center of the fiasco was him. Originally, Caillen Winters had been neutral ground, a haven within the thoughts of his dark goddess. Their night in the mud of the Dampwoods left its mark. Days passed full of yearning, but no action was made to see him again. Not until she realized just exactly what he was. Tense hands tugged at the tattered blue scarf she'd tossed so carelessly about her neck. Each step closer to the place she knew to be his home left her colder. What part exactly did Caillen play in the fiasco that had turned into her life? With all his charms to distract her, it had taken longer to realize the facts. Alaine Winters, the filthy siren who had so seduced her clearly naive father, was something to him. There could only be so many dogs in the region bearing the seasonal name. A sister? A mother? An aunt? Blood kin. A growl rose within her chest. No more games with the men who deceived her. She'd had enough. "Caillen!" she snapped into cold air. He was there; he had to be! His lover demanded his presence, even if it would only lead to ruin. .butterfly_08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .butterfly_08 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .butterfly_08 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .butterfly_08 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/4483/butterfly01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 20px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Caillen Winters - 04-14-2011 [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> rarara! whooooo livesinapineappleunderthesea... He had been waiting patiently. Days slid by, through the silvery-turned-gray of his fingers. As the mountain melted, so did Caillen's world - Talitha kept him clinging to the mountain, while he could have been basking in the sun by the oceans of the world. He had tried to leave, a few days ago, but thoughts of the ruby-eyed woman had drawn the dishevelled vagabond back to his temporary dwelling-place on Halcyon.
- Talitha de le Poer - 04-14-2011 [html] Your excitement entertains me! XD Of course he appeared, as the morbid fae-creature had asked, and his eyes and posture appeared as if he feared her presence for the moment. Oh, and he should have. The ruddy-furred female was furious. Outraged. And he had been a source of distraction that would now feel the wrath of his often-docile woman. "If I found out you tricked me, I swear you won't live longer than you have!" The threat of death held little merit; if he wanted to defend himself, it wouldn't have been difficult. Her rage only fueled the small body with feelings of disgust, not strength. It felt wrong to say something to her gentlemanly wolfdog. She didn't know, however. Long legs paced across the rocky plateau they stood upon, body shaking ever so slightly in her anger. "I don't care who the father to her stupid children is, Caillen, I won't let your family ruin mine!" One arm extended to point in the vague direction of the Shattered Coast, where she knew the dog-pack to live. She spoke of Alaine, and of the bastard children spawned to her by the dark King of the violent coyote kingdom. It had taken so long to find her place in the home again, and she couldn't allow the whore to ruin what she clung to. "She can't take them away from me, Caillen. They're all I have." Her steps halted, her body twisting into discomfort as she inelegantly dropped to crouch on her large, wolfish feet. Bony fingers covered her face as her distress became more apparent in the red eyes of her mother. For now, Winters was enemy. Enemies couldn't see the sadness of another side. .butterfly_08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .butterfly_08 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .butterfly_08 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .butterfly_08 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/4483/butterfly01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 20px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Caillen Winters - 04-26-2011 [html] table © Libri She was splendid in her temper, with those deep rose eyes leaping in flames and the silver whip of her tongue cracking like lightning. Even her hair seemed wilder, those tangles of russet which made his fingers itch to touch. But her anger subdued his more basic urges, and cold eyes watched her pace, distressed and confused by her apparent madness.
.caillenjuliette2 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .caillenjuliette p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .caillenjuliette b {color:#4b657d; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .caillenjuliette {background-color:#aac1d2; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... ntatbl.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3a5368; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:430px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .caillenjuliette-border {width:450px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style> - Talitha de le Poer - 04-26-2011 [html] How could she explain just what sort of thing was twisting through her mind at that moment? It didn't occur to her that sweet Caillen would understand; to some, blood meant very little. To her, it warped everything. She didn't stop to think what she was fighting against, didn't stop to think that perhaps it was unfair to her father, didn't stop to think that perhaps he had spoken the truth when he told her they meant nothing. All she was able to see was that she was losing everything. And for what? A golden whore who said pretty things? Men were so easily turned. She'd seen that in the past. As Caillen came closer, she leaned foward — she was unwilling to be touched by whatever demon he turned out to be. Quickly, she returned to her feet, pacing away with brisk and outraged steps. Her arms clung to each other as if to keep her safe from some unknown horror. "She, they —" Before she was able to finish the hateful words that threatened to break through, she paused. They. Yes, one simple word that changed everything in the crumbling world. They. The harlot was at fault, Talitha would not deny that, but there was another she had to blame. Didn't she? "No." No, she did not. She would not. She couldn't. Her head shook, eyes boring into the trees as if to see through them. "I want to meet her." She turned on her toes to study Caillen, not asking to go but demanding it. "If that harlot wants to play mother to his children, I want to meet her." He didn't have the option of saying no; she would go without him, of course, but she didn't promise self-control. Again her, eyes swept across the mountains, searching for the direction where the golden whore lived. "And you're going to take me, Caillen. To see Alaine." .butterfly_08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .butterfly_08 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .butterfly_08 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .butterfly_08 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/4483/butterfly01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 20px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Caillen Winters - 04-26-2011 [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> Whatever the incident that had so roused her scorn, it had surely had very personal impacts on the russet-hued woman. She spurned Caillen's approach, her body leaning away from him and quickly rising once more. The large Wolfdog mirrored her, rising to his full and intimidating height somewhat slower than she.
- Talitha de le Poer - 04-26-2011 [html] As she waited for him to agree, she stood still. The man she had found herself caring so much for towered above his dark lover with the most desperate expression. He wanted to know something. He had to know something. It didn't take long for her to find out what. Soon as the delicate, feminine name dropped from her jaws, he had crossed the space between them. Two steps. Only two, and his hands found her shoulders — it wasn't the tender, loving touch she was familiar with. Instead it was cold, lacking thoughtfulness as she grimaced out of subtle discomfort. Everything about the man changed so quickly, from gentle giant to hateful fiend, and she could only gaze in shock as he roared his demand of her into the air. Black-rimmed ears lowered themselves into auburn curls, out of fear perhaps. Fear that he'd harm her. Without Ezekiel or Gabriel to protect their ill family member, she would certainly perish if Caillen decided she deserved such a thing. All he wanted, however, was what she knew of Alaine. "The whore had two children, recently. By my father, Gabriel." What fury had been present only moment before had slipped into glee. Glee that beautiful, strong Caillen may have wanted the same end as she. Fear still laced the excitement. If she was wrong, she wouldn't survive the attack she expected. "Ezekiel told me days ago. I didn't know she was your family until now." Days, weeks, whatever. She narrowed crimson eyes upon his face as the words came to a close, hiding the emotions of hate and joy beneath a muddled gaze. .butterfly_08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .butterfly_08 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .butterfly_08 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .butterfly_08 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/4483/butterfly01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 20px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> |