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- Alaine Winters - 07-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: Arachnea's Revenge, Optime, Night There was pain, a horrible, lancing pain.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 07-28-2011 [html] +3 He dreamt of fire. It was always fire; fire in the south, fire in the east. He had been chosen and made mighty by God, given the sword and turned into his scourge. When the plagues had fallen in Egypt, he had been there. When the bombs fell in America, he had been there. Once an angel, Gabriel had been sent to earth to touch it with mortal hands. In his dreams, he flew—in his dreams, he felt the fire and knew what it was to be cleansed. When he woke, there was only thunder. It was distant, but ever encroaching, ever nearing. The air felt heavy and something in it drove him to rise. Gabriel left the building and walked into the night. Nose turned to the air, testing it. He smelt the rain coming, but he sensed something more. With as much speed as he could muster (and truth be told, the doggish trot he picked up was quite fast) the graying hybrid moved west. He was about halfway to the caves when a banshee’s wail rose from the west and set the fur along his spine on end. It was her voice, and it was more mighty and terrible than anything he wished to imagine. Wide-eyed, Gabriel quickened to a run. His shoulder protested, but adrenaline blocked the pain. There was little resistance from the earth, for Gabriel knew the Waste even better than his son. When he reached the bank, his tongue was lolling and his speed had dropped considerably. The entirety of his left arm felt as if it might destroy itself. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Gabriel found the source. In the darkness, he was a shadow, a shade with gleaming eyes and terrible scars. Without hesitation, he plunged into the water—he was lucky. She had traveled from the south and approached from the smaller section of the river. It was not half as large as it was closer to the bay. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 07-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: Secui form GO The fire burning up her spine increased, and she realized, with a flash of terror and surprise, what it was. With another shriek, she tumbled from the back of the mare, aching bones snapping and popping with relentless pain. As the first raindrops fell, the woman writhed against the earth, snarls pulling from her maw as muscles re-aligned and agony burned like flames beneath her twisting skin.
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He had expected to find the woman he knew. Instead, a beastly thing guided by that same Shadow he had seen before met him. Gabriel, exhausted, could only stand and pant heavily to gain his breath. All of his weight fell back on three limbs, which trembled. Oblivious to the wicked things his children had done, Gabriel stared wide-eyed at the woman who now looked nothing like herself. Instinct forced him to move, blocking her path to the river. Head low, tail even with his spine, Gabriel showed no aggression. Not yet, while she was unpredictable. Not while she came looking for blood. “No,” he said firmly. It was the voice of an Aquila; the voice of a man who had led armies to war. “You’re not yourself, Alaine.” Holy signs dangled in the dark air, flashing as lighting cut across bruise-colored clouds. Gabriel would not fight her, but he would not allow her past the river. That much he owed to the clan—to his children. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 07-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: There was something different about him, about Lugh. He was weaker, older. Was he the enemy? She was having difficulty remembering - Having difficulty remembering anything but the pain and the rage and the terrible, terrible sadness. Had there been a time before this one? There were others that she knew - A small cream girl and a boy with startling blue eyes, a boy who looked like the Raven King. But they were small and pale in comparison to the fury, and the memory of the man with the kind sky-eyes and the lopsided smile. Caillen is dead. My son, my heart.
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She was mad with grief. Gabriel understood this long before she spoke, for he had been there. Talitha had not been killed, but what was done to her was worse. How could he look at the thing that his daughter had become and not see the wounds? The little girl who had dreamed of being Aquila had turned into nothing more than a self-centered whore. Better that, though, than a slow death by drink or suicide. If he could not save her body, he would save her soul. Dark ears turned back and Gabriel lowered his weight to meet her. She would come; she would throw herself at him and then he would be ready. All Shadows were alike—all Shadows saw violence and desired to consume and devour. His had been no different. Haku had sought to consume the land and all those who stood against him. Haku was a demon. He was Gabriel’s demon, reflection, Shadow. They had been brothers, you see. “If you do that, you will become a monster.” He had told Tayui the same thing, and he knew it to be true. “Talitha will kill you. She’ll kill our children.” Oh how he believed that now. Talitha would die for Ezekiel; he did not doubt she would slaughter for him either. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 07-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: The man was resolute. He would challenge her, as the sun challenged the moon - An endless circle of power, repeating, repeating. She knew his body. Could she kill him? He was weaker now, and she sensed within him a greater weakness - A weakness for the woman whose body she inhabited, the soft warm creature who had birthed children for him. He would not kill that woman, that pathetic, weak woman who had allowed his blood to already kill so much of her.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 07-28-2011 [html]
Her gods were old, but Gabriel’s faith was stronger still. It had led him to destroy hundreds, just and unjust alike. If the call came he would do so again. This was why he did not fear her or what Shadow she carried. The old gods had gone up in the vast smoke of burning witches, surviving only in pockets and pools of those who dared recall their names. She screamed and threw herself at him. He saw her body shift and readied himself for it. With speed not half what it had been in his youth the hybrid rose to meet her. Massive and solid his body went low, hitting her in the chest. Teeth connected with his ear, tearing it, and again with the thick fur around his neck. Then she was thrown from him, and Gabriel, his hackles only now raising, bellowed: “THEY ARE OURS! And I will not allow you to risk them for grief!” Lowering his head once more, bullishly, the black-brush wolf bared his teeth. “I will do what I must to protect them, and to protect you from yourself.” .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 07-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: His bulk was not to be underestimated, and time and time again it deflected her, repelling the shadow's advances toward the other bank, toward the land of Badb. She shrieked her fury to the night sky, and the moon, that terrible wonderful god, gave her strength. The night was her element, the secretive whispers of the forest hers, the rage simmering in her blood fed by these dark pagan things. She had come to him in desire once, a similar anger twisted into a desperate longing for the body that stood between her and murder. She had succumbed, then, for she was a creature of the blood and the wanting - The healer and the witch, a beauty of the old magic and the tribes. So different to him, man of the cross and the word of his god; man of no mercy, man of massacre. Her gods, wanting blood and rite even as they did, had never before led her to murder.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 07-30-2011 [html]
The thing that stood on the bank of the river was not Alaine. It was a Shadow of her, a beast brought to life by the trauma of losing a child. He had seen fury before. His daughter had come at him like this before, though Talitha would not have struck him. She would kill those children. She would slaughter anyone that harmed Ezekiel, this the dark beast knew as truth. For this simple reason he could not allow the dog to pass—not that he believed she would make it to his son. Someone would cut her down. His eyes locked with her own and he saw that struggle play out, ocean against the shore. She struck, she took, but he endured. Gabriel’s tail rose like a flag. “Don’t do this,” he half begged, half warned. The collie’s face broke into a terrible snarl and she came for him again. The wolfish man threw his head low and felt her teeth connect with his neck. Yet he did not throw her, and did not move. She would have to kill him to pass, and in his heart, he knew her better. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 08-08-2011 [html] Word Count → + :: She wanted his rage to fuel her own - Wanted his ire, the wild flames of his fury to feed her, to sustain the shadow within that kept her safe from the grief. Again and again she attacked, but it was to no avail; His blood stained her maw, and still the man did not falter. He was stone, forever strong, endlessly enduring. This was a fight she could not win, not without killing him.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 08-08-2011 [html]
Once before, he had known what this was. Love, that is. He had loved Faolin for so long, oh but she had proven a harlot and she had proven false. Now he knew a woman who was familiar to him, a woman who knew Shadow, a woman who had sired him children—and he loved her with everything that remained in his grizzled heart. Gabriel bled into the rain. It was warm. Had it always been warm? He stared her down and awaited the fury that was sure to follow. Instead, she fell into him. Gabriel shoved his nose into her cheek, rubbing against her furiously despite his wounds. She needed him, as she had needed him before. This was all that mattered. Soft, short licks came from his maw, pink tongue brushing against her ear. Then, as she clung to him, his own body responded. Pain rippled through him but it was met with adrenaline and with wounds that had pulled his mind away. It had been months since he had assumed his Optime form. While his shoulder ached, it had healed enough for him to shift—something he had not dared until now. Rough hands brushed her hair gently, and he whispered into her. “I’m sorry,” was all he said, and all he kept saying. This was not his fault, but he could take the pain for his son. That much he owed the boy. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 08-08-2011 [html] Word Count → + :: He enveloped her, welcomed her brittle body with shifted arms. The warm rain melted her away like ashes between his fingers, and she had come home - Home to him. There was no other explanation for the feeling of safety that surrounded her, the feeling known to these mortal immortals as love.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 08-08-2011 [html]
It was a gift, and a curse, that they should have been born mortals. Mortals were given the power to feel as angels and spirits were not. They hurt and they suffered and they loved. Gabriel did not feel her storm as she did, but the waves wracked against his soul none the less. Pale hands gripped her tightly, her rock, her raft, and he lessened only when her body began to settle against his own. The rain continued on and it washed them clean. Gabriel never loved the rain as much as he did that night. “I love you, Alaine,” he whispered, holding her to his chest. A heart burnt to the core beat there, a phoenix-thing that had carried him as the sun. Gabriel was a lion; he was a child of fire. To suffer was to live. A death was not the end of days, oh heaven no, but he would not take her grief from her. Not as he had with Tayui, who had come to him looking for a dead man. Not to someone with whom he felt bound to. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 08-08-2011 [html] Word Count → + :: His hands bound her tightly to the world, an anchor that kept her from slipping into despair. When finally her body stilled, exhausted from its own wrath and inner turmoil, his was there to cradle it as gently as though it were glass.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 08-17-2011 [html]
The black-brushed wolf (for like it or not, he was a wolf no matter what more he told himself) held to the collie-woman as if she might vanish under his grasp. She felt real in the way that so many things did. She was made of flesh and blood and bone, but Shadow and Spirit fought for control within her. Gabriel had killed his own; he could not bring himself to kill the dark within this woman because it might harm her yet. Black hair spilled into his eyes, over her crème hands, and he leaned into the touch as if this too might disappear. “Forever,” he said quietly, promising her what he had done only once before. Above them the storm rolled and he was aware of it, but for as mighty and terrible as the world was, he felt as if he could protect her against anything. Even herself. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] |