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- Tawny Wagner - 08-02-2011 [html] OOC: Ok, so Tawny has gathered the materials she needs to make Saul's pretty, she just doesn't know that she is going to make anything for him yet. Her hands/paws are pretty torn up from the thorns and constructing the backpack thing, and then carrying the glass. Saul's medical assitance would be lovely. ;D Word Count: 940 Tawny was once again wandering around in the forest. She had no idea where she was at the moment, nor did she really care. As long as there were pretty things to look at and all kinds of special things to collect, location made no difference. Currently she was in a deeply wooded area near New Glasgow, and was finding that there were a lot more collectables closer to the old towns. Her long used rabbit skin satchel was filled to the point of bursting, and she had a slowly growing pile of items that she had to get back to her workspace, closer to where Razekiel lived. Frustrated with her lupus forms’ lack of hands to build things, she shifted and went on a little rampage, ripping the materials she needs from the ground and trees without thought about being noisy or damaging the plants. .tawnyz b {font-weight:bold; color:#e7eef7; letter-spacing:1px; } .tawnyz .ooc { font-style:italic; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .tawnyz p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .tawnyz {margin:0px auto; width:380px; background-color:#4786c9; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2ceoyg3.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 538px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#a8c4e9; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 08-03-2011 [html] -nodnod- no problem dearest! His head throbbed horribly and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth like sandpaper. His whole body felt tender and sore, his stomach hurt when he moved. He knew exactly why his stomach hurt- he'd spent a great deal of time in the early hours of the morning purging himself of everything that he had consumed at the celebration the night before. Including the copius amounts of alcohol he'd consumed. He felt rough this morning however and nobody would give him an ounce of sympathy. Of course, he already knew that it was self inflicted, that the wine he'd consumed the night before would have these affects on him in the morning. He'd just never really experianced it like that before. The giddy abandon with which one threw themselves into dancing, despite there being no music to speak of. Saul was fairly certain he hadnt made a complete fool of himself last night, but he had yet to speak to anyone to assess the damage. He'd woken so late this morning that his routine was off skewer, causing him almost to hyperventilate before Siku managed to calm him down. He'd taken his bath in the height of the day, but he'd been unable to bring himself to run his usual route around Ichika. .freeba703 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e7e1d8; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #18130b; } .freeba703 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba703 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#203341; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/sZvvY.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #041521; padding: 0px 0px 170px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#afb8c0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #203341; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba703 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba703 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Tawny Wagner - 08-04-2011 [html] OOC: I was half asleep when I wrote this. xD Sorry if it sucks. At least four hours had passed since she'd gotten to her little shack-like hut and passed out. The sun had since risen high in the sky, the warm rays beating down on her body, causing her sleep to deepen. If it weren't for the partial shade from the trees, her body would have most likely over heated long ago, and she would have woken up sick. Thankfully her body was used to the fluctuating temperatures and was small enough to endure the heat. If she was a larger specimen, healthier with longer, thicker fur, the heat would be really getting to her. .tawnydolphin b {font-weight:bold; color:#dee4b2; letter-spacing:1px; } .tawnydolphin .ooc { font-style:italic; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .tawnydolphin p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .tawnydolphin {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#45772c; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/fmpda9.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 498px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#cddb5b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 08-04-2011 [html] poor saul with his hangover The reaction was almost instant, making Saul believe she wasnt so far into sleep as he'd first thought. She gave a yelp, simultaneously rolling away from him and slipping her hand out of his own. He worried about the dirt getting in as she hugged her hands close to her body in the foetal position. He froze where he was, unwilling to move away from her but knowing it was not the time to move closer either. His head spun as he stayed crouched on the floor and he took a deep steadying breath at the same time Tawny peeked from under her coccoon of limbs to see who it was. She was shaking, that much was clear. Pity welled deep inside Saul as he looked down at her, offering a hand to see if she would take it. .freeba703 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e7e1d8; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #18130b; } .freeba703 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba703 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#203341; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/sZvvY.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #041521; padding: 0px 0px 170px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#afb8c0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #203341; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba703 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba703 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Tawny Wagner - 08-05-2011 [html] OOC: Writing this made me cry. This whole scenario is kind of close to real life for me, so its hard to write out, but I think its good for me to do. <3 Sorry if it sucks. :/ Tawny kept crawling closer, whining softly as dirt and little rocks rubbed into the cuts and scrapes all over her palms and fingers. They began bleeding again, leaving little drops and trails of red across the occasional strand of grass or leaf. She hesitated when she got within touching distance of the large male wolf, watching him nervously for a few moments. Finally, the little one let out a sigh of defeat and crawled up onto his lap. She curled up slightly and pressed her face into his chest, tears pooling in her eyes and slipping down the soft fur on her face. The wet droplets of salty water quickly dropped from her face and soaked into a little patch of his fur. Her body was still shaking violently and breathing became hard to accomplish. Her chest was so tight; it felt like her lungs were slowly closing in on themselves, refusing to allow any more air to flow in and out. Her fucked up hands curled into fists as she began to wheeze, trying and failing to take an effective breath. .tawnywagner2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#236f7f; letter-spacing:1px; } .tawnywagner2 .ooc { font-style:italic; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .tawnywagner2 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .tawnywagner2 {margin:0px auto; width:365px; background-color:#187b5f; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2pp0ew8.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 438px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#06282f; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 08-06-2011 [html] -cuddles- She was a pitiful sight as she crawled closer, whining softly as the dirt and the grit grinded against her cuts, embedding themselves deeper. It was going to take a long time for him to pry all the offending pieces out of her hands. He didnt know what was going to happen when she reached him. With only a few feet between them, she hesitated and Saul reached out as if to ask for her hands once again. She was withing touching distance and he distincly heard the defeated sigh as she crawled forward once more. She crawled up into his lap, body curling in the space between his crossed legs. Her head pressed against his chest and he reacted immediately. Strong arms came up and round to cradle her body against his, arms laying across her back and round her left side, gently but easy. He didnt notice her crying for the moment until he felt the wetness on his fur and she began to breath harder. .freeba703 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e7e1d8; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #18130b; } .freeba703 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba703 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#203341; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/sZvvY.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #041521; padding: 0px 0px 170px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#afb8c0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #203341; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba703 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba703 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Tawny Wagner - 08-07-2011 WC: 434 OOC: Yeah...not in the mood to deal with tables. xD Tawny kept crying for a long while, though the panic attack dissipated when Saul's soft, soothing voice began to rumble out reassurances. Her body relaxed some and she simply lay there curled in his arms, her small body easily passable for a child. After a while she was able to uncurl herself and lean back a little, looking up at Saul with tearless eyes, all cried out. Her frame was still shaking and breathing a little bit complicated, but overall she felt much better. His words were so soft and gentle, letting her know that it was going to be okay, generally helping her calm down after the rough crying jag. His question was hard to answer, her words not the clearest in a normal situation, the emotions making it harder for her to speak at all. After opening and closing her mouth a few times, frustrated with herself, she just blurted out, "M-momma and Papa h-hurted me!" Her ear fell down flat against her head and she buried her face against his neck, sniffling and wrapping her arms around his chest, holding on while she got her breathing in check once again. Tawny realized that Saul might think that she thought he was bad because she was so scared and crying. Without thinking about the fact that she was allowing him to touch her, she jerked back one again and grabbed his face in her hands pulling his head down closer to her level. "Saul...you are good. You no hurt me. I-I loves you." Her broken speech was getting smoother as she spoke more to him, and though the words were a bit out of context, it was all understandable. She licked his nose and curled into him again, letting go of his face. The love she felt for the male, if it was even love, wasn't anything romantic. It was more of a sort of love one would have for a brother, or a protector. Saul had definitely taken care of her in the past, especially upon finding her for the first time on Dahlia de Mai lands before the merge. Her drugged up body wouldn't have made it if he hadn't have taken her in. Sticking her hands out, she held them in the air palms up, allowing him to look at the icky cuts and dirty blood. Growling lightly, she rubbed her hands together, making little clumps of dried fluid and nasty looking stuff fall away. A small pout covered her expression as she looked upon the dirt mess again, not sure how to clean her hands of the grime. - Saul Stormbringer - 08-08-2011 [html] -cuddles- She lay in his arms, crying and whimpering. Gradually it began to slow, the tears stopping, the fits slowing to only the occasional moan of discomfort and fear. Concern and pity were warring on his face, his eyebrows folded with both of the emotions that were beginning to crest. She was so pitiful, so helpless. She shouldn't be out here on her own, she should be with someone. Soft strokes of her dark back were doing well to soothe her, as well as the occasional cooing that came from his mouth. After a long time, she began to uncurl herself and look up at him, eyes red and raw looking but clear from tears for the moment. Saul rubbed his free hand over her brow, trying to ease the pain and discomfort there. She was sat comfortably against him- her back rested against his left thigh and her legs were now curled over his right thigh. His left arm was a strong barrier around her back, resting on her side to hold her in place. When she had curled against him, his right arm had come across her whole body to join with his arm around her back, but now she was slightly uncurled it lay across her side in a more comfortable position. Despite the rather intimate places his hands and arms rested, it was a purely platonic embrace in which he held her. .freeba703 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e7e1d8; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #18130b; } .freeba703 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba703 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#203341; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/sZvvY.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #041521; padding: 0px 0px 170px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#afb8c0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #203341; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba703 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba703 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Tawny Wagner - 08-08-2011 The cleaning of her hands was going to take for damn ever, and she knew it. Sighing softly, the little girl leaned back against Saul's chest and closed her eyes. She relaxed and tried not to make much noise when he began picking out the nasty debris embedded in her palms. The gray male was such a gift to her, taking care of her needs and generally making sure that she knew everything would be alright. No one had ever held her like that before. Granted, she would never let anyone get that close, but she had a feeling that most others wouldn't have known what to do. Even if Saul had been clueless, the fact that he had attempted to make her feel better had done the job. Hearing him speak out loud that he loved her back in the same was made her heart feel light and suddenly it was easier to breath. Just knowing that someone in the world loved her and was willing to make time to be with her lifted her spirits. While the cleaning was painful, Tawny was no stranger to pain and she got over it quickly. Her eyes slid closed and she seemed to relax even further, if that was possible. Her body sank back against him and she sighed, her mind wandering to places unknown as sleep overtook her body. She seemed to know that she was sleeping and dreaming as the images began blurring through her mind once again, nothing scary this time. It was more like a vision than anything, and it was all about the man doctoring her hands at that very moment. 'The glass was hard to pick up and move with hurting hands, but she managed to do so anyway, laying it out on the ground slowly. There were a few large pieces of what looked to be salted filled and dried drift wood collected from the beach. She never saw any part of her body other than her bandaged hands as they worked with the materials gathered around the large portion of mirror. 'The hands laid out one big piece of wood and smeared something goopy and sticky over it, then reached out and grabbed the mirror. Once they were in line, she crawled up and sat on the glass, making sure that it stayed stuck down on the wood. After that she used a few vines to tie them together securely...and Saul's face became visible in the glass as she moved away. His friendly smile and kind eyes...this was his present. Her way of showing her gratitude to him...' Tawny's eyes snapped open and she jumped a little bit, looking up at Saul with wide eyes and a smile. Leaning upwards, she nuzzled his chin and then stood slowly, her muscles cramping from the position they'd been sitting in for so long. "T-thank you, Saul...brother." - Saul Stormbringer - 08-09-2011 [html] -cuddles- The strong antiseptic was his own infusion of a lot of different plants with their own qualities, although a lot of the clear liquid that had come from boiling the plants together and draining the liquid thereafter was marigold. He had a certain affinity for finding the yellow flower that made it a feature in most of his medicines. He tried to work as gently but quickly as possible, wincing every time is dragged and she surpressed a whine or a cry. Of course, he could never have anticipated that she would relax. After the first few cuts were thoroughly cleaned, he felt her body relax against his. Was she so used to this kind of treatment that it didnt bother her anymore? Was she so used to it she couldnt feel it anymore? With an angry expression hidden in her messy hair, Saul cleaned her right paw thoroughly first before moving onto her left. It took him a good few moments to work out that she was asleep. .freeba703 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e7e1d8; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #18130b; } .freeba703 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba703 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#203341; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/sZvvY.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #041521; padding: 0px 0px 170px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#afb8c0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #203341; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba703 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba703 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Tawny Wagner - 08-09-2011 OOC: If you wanna end this thread here...the next one can be like...two days later or something after she has his pretty thang made and ready to give to him. And sorry its short. I kept getting distracted. xD Tawny stood up and stretched her arms above her head, yawning widely and licking her chops. Her hands were covered in white bandages, a stark contrast against her dark brown fur. Smiling, she turned to look at Saul and shook herself free of the sleepy feelings that always followed a good dream. "Thanks you...no more hurt." The smile pulled her mouth up again and she clapped her hands together, ignoring the mild sting and the little blood spots staining through the soft cotton material. Saul's hesitant look made her wonder what he was thinking as he just stood there, staring at her for a few moments. Realizing that he must be thinking about leaving, she frowned and dropped her eyes to the ground, not really wanting him to go anywhere. The company was very nice and refreshing, not something that she got every day. It was a rare and delightful treasure to the girl when she could find someone who she could spend time with, without fearing that they would hurt her as her parents did. Her hands flexed a few times and she shook once more, frustrated with the decision he was forcing her to make. The girl didn't want him to leave at all, Saul's company was the best! Of course... she couldn't make his present while he was sitting around her dwelling and watching everything she did. Sighing, she leaned against his side and pouted a little bit. "You go...I make pretties." Her hands pressed to his back and she gave him a light shove, pushing him back towards the forest in the direction of the stream about two hundred yards away. "I see you later?" Her voice was light and hopeful, telling him just how much she had enjoyed their time together, despite the pain and fear that it began with. - Saul Stormbringer - 08-11-2011 [html] end hurrr <33 She stood in front of him, wide blue eyes looking towards the white bandages that clashed spectactularly with her coat of dark chocolate brown. She stretched, yawning and licked her mouth, dispelling the usual taste that occurs after one sleeps. She seemed happy enough and displayed nothing of the panic attack that had sent her spiralling out of control. Saul smiled up at her before standing himself. He winced softly as she clapped her hands together, thinking of the work he'd had to do to get them clean. But she was going to do as she pleased regardless of what he said. She did however, speak once more. He understood how she spoke, knew that she had difficult not ownly communicating her own thoughts but understanding the words of others. Still, she couldnt misunderstand a nod. .freeba703 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e7e1d8; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #18130b; } .freeba703 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba703 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#203341; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/sZvvY.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #041521; padding: 0px 0px 170px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#afb8c0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #203341; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba703 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba703 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] |