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- Caprica D'Angelo - 08-02-2011 [html]
- Ravesque Acidic - 08-06-2011 [html] Sorry for the wait! >.< mall-caps;">from the Binds mall-caps;">of your Lowliness
It was scent that brought him from his shared den, red eyes half-lidded and lazy as he wondered what on earth the familiar-unfamiliar smouldering scent was. He'd smelled smudges before, sages and marijuana and thyme and the like, but it'd been so long that identifying it was impossible for the dark-colored man. So rather than sit idly by, waiting to see if it would come to him, he found himself wandering down the hall in search of the source. The trail was easy enough — around the loop of member dens, toward the end on the opposite side of the residential region, he found the guest rooms where the creator was cleansing a stoney enclave. The hulking man leaned his weight against the smooth edge of the den entrance, watching the young woman as she worked. Caprica. Naniko had called her Caprica, and he knew her to be blood of the Angela he'd watched so carefully. A daughter. Like Ravesque himself, Naniko had so many other children; he couldn't be positive. A smile crossed his features briefly, lazy eyes focusing entirely on her — like her mother, she was a beauty. "Are you settling in well, girl?" <style> .ra-textual {margin:0px auto;width:85%;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ra-textual-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ra-textual p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ra-textual b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ra-textual i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Astloch&v2); </style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 08-06-2011 [html]
- Ravesque Acidic - 08-13-2011 [html] Sorry for the wait! And for how creepy Ravesque is. O_O mall-caps;">from the Binds mall-caps;">of your Lowliness
Though he startled her at first, she relaxed as quickly as she turned with a smile to match his own and the most beautiful green gaze he'd seen in anyone who wasn't Naniko. She seemed content as she replied to him, motioning to the bare cave she stood in before her gaze moved past him. Had to get used to pack-life, did she? He chuckled at the idea that someone could slip out of it and forget how it worked, but he wouldn't really know — it'd been so long since Jaded Shadows, and the Tribunal worked so differently. In his maturing age, there was little room for change of mind, but Caprica was young. Her mind had all sorts of chances to be different. Coming away from the entrance, he approached the Angela's daughter with focused crimson eyes, one hand reaching to brush against her neck before settling on her shoulder as the other sought to take the smouldering bundle from her hand. "I'm sure you'll figure it out -- you seem like a smart girl." Smart and beautiful, just like Naniko, and though he offered her the gestures of a paternal figure, there was something different in how he handled the situation with Caprica than if it'd been his own daughter. He leaned forward just barely, smile overtaking his features as memories of a young white D'Angelo surfaced. "I'm Ravesque; if you need help, I'll try to do what I can." One red eye winked a playful wink, a familiar, needing pressure building in his loins. She just needed to be comfortable telling him what it was she'd need, and he was sure that helping her would make that go away — it did with so many other women. <style> .ra-textual {margin:0px auto;width:85%;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ra-textual-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ra-textual p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ra-textual b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ra-textual i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Astloch&v2); </style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 08-26-2011 [html]
- Ravesque Acidic - 08-26-2011 [html] mall-caps;">from the Binds mall-caps;">of your Lowliness
She was oddly allowing of his close proximity, allowing him to take the bundle of sage from her without complaint. Again, he remembered the face of a young Naniko -- back when he had first seen her, back in the Tribunal's caves. When other women turned green with envy, and even some men, at the fact that the D'Angelo had been selected over them for his attention. Caprica was different, oh so different, but she evoked those thoughts without difficulty. Without knowing. Shaggy tail swung from side to side in a display of casual enjoyment. As she spoke, she appeared unruffled -- his vague flirtation either went unnoticed or was carefully locked away -- but she didn't turn away his company. Lazy smile grew on his muzzle. "Well, I'm here as long as you need, sugar." Pet names were lost on him until he found a reason to utilize them, and his were never something unique. His bulk passed her, arm raising to gently brush the air with the smudge in his hand. "I take it you haven't been around for some time -- off traveling the world?" There was always time to get to know Naniko's children, especially the beautiful ones. <style> .ra-textual {margin:0px auto;width:85%;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ra-textual-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ra-textual p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ra-textual b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ra-textual i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Astloch&v2); </style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 08-27-2011 [html]
- Ravesque Acidic - 08-29-2011 [html] mall-caps;">from the Binds mall-caps;">of your Lowliness
He watched as the bundle of faintly purple, dried flowers was lit from the smouldering end of the sage in his black hand, red eyes focused so closely on her face rather than her actions. Her words went only partially heard — she spoke of a place he didn't know of, having lived in New Brunswick with his leaving of Jaded Shadows, and so it held little interested for him, this Phoenix Valley. Still, her features were something entirely different and captivated the brute long enough for her to explain her life before stumbling onto their borders. A nervous laugh evoked another lazy grin, another brush from heavy fingers to her cheek. "I'm not sure -- I've only just woken up from a very long partial daze." It didn't have to make sense, because he understood it. His mind had been a foggy mess of days, hours that leaked into each other and time under the soil where the sunlight didn't reach. His return to the world had been sudden, when he realized that living life outside of others was simply not enough. He needed Naniko to function, but he needed the outside world as well. "I came because of your mother. We lived in the same place before she left, and I followed when there was no longer a place for me back home." <style> .ra-textual {margin:0px auto;width:85%;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ra-textual-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ra-textual p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ra-textual b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ra-textual i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Astloch&v2); </style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 08-30-2011 [html]
- Ravesque Acidic - 08-30-2011 [html] i wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
He didn't expect that she really understood what he meant with his talk of a partial daze, but she seemed to believe that they had that in common — the faint traces of his smile became everlong as his eyes returned wholly to the curvacious, dark woman who was cleansing the den for her own use. Her questions turned to address his final words, asking about the place that had been destroyed by the mother of his youngest children. Cinder. The power-hungry bitch who had ruined everything, the dog-woman he had taken as he had taken Naniko in the past. What a waste of his attention she had been. His fingers clenched more tightly around the sage smudge in his hands, crimson gaze turning away so that he could calm his mind from the disgust that had accumulated. "Our leaders were killed. By a selfish woman." It was that simple, the reason he had no place but the place by Naniko D'Angelo's side. Because Cinder, a selfish bitch, had killed the Tribunal for whatever gain she'd desired it for. No one had been pleased. No one had been happy. No one had exalted her. No, they had turned on her, just as he had. She had suffered for it. For them. But that was the past, and it did not good to dwell on old memories like they were important in the present. "That's all in the past though, Caprica. It's best to live in the now, not in the then -- your past can kill you." If you allow it to. Ravesque Acidic
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- Ravesque Acidic - 09-17-2011 [html] #000
Sorry for the short. T_T i wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
The smudge of sage burnt out and left the comforting scent of the herb on the air as he focused on the green eyes of the Queen's dark daughter. It was so easy to turn the topic away from the past, but was this one better? Was she right, was Anathema a good place? He wasn't sure how to respond and simply remained silent for the longest time before stepping forward and brushing her cheek with one heavy thumb. "It's a good place for me to be, but everyone has to make their own choices on that, Caprica." The beauty evoked a smile from the dark Tuyul as his hand fell away, tail swaying faintly behind him before stilling again as his face fell blank. "I'm sure you'll fit in if you want to." It was all he could offer for advice -- everything that happened was of the beings volition rather than that of those around them. Ravesque Acidic
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