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- Savina Marino - 10-10-2011 [html] Dated October 7th Word Count → 241 When the news had reached her ears that Anu had returned to them Savina's legs had nearly given out on her due to sheer relief. It was not just the fact that having their beloved Praetor back would bolster all of their hopes and comfort, but Anu was more than just her beta—she was her dearest friend. The person who had helped her through thick and thin in this pack and in her life in general. The Marino woman honestly had been terrified of the thought of losing her. When she had seen that knife to her friend's throat...it didn't bear thinking of. She was home now. Home, and safe. Of course she had wanted to go and see her right away, but Cambria had—in no uncertain words—told her Consul mother to wait. Anu needed time to heal and to rest before she was hounded by questions and visitors. Her daughter had assured her though that, physically anyway, the blue-eyed femme would make a full recovery. So she had waited a day, until the afternoon after her return, to go and see her old friend with her own eyes. Savina had shifted to her two-legged form for the first time in what must have been weeks in case there was any assistance Anu needed of her. The dark Italian came to the door of the room that had been vacant for far too long, and knocked softly. Image courtesy of Hudson Gardner@Flickr; table template by the Mentors! By Noelle <style>.savina_sea01 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .savina_sea01 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .savina_sea01 b {color:#087DAC; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .savina_sea01 {background-color:#b4c2dc; background-image:url(http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/5711/savinasea.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#072530; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:485px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#FFFFFF;} .savina_sea01 .inner {margin:0px 10px 230px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .savina_sea01 .wordcount {color:#072530; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #072530; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Anu - 10-10-2011 [html] [/html] - Savina Marino - 10-10-2011 [html] Word Count → 245 The voice that answered her knock made her heart momentarily flutter in her chest. Until this moment she had been almost unsure as to believe whether or not her friend was really home. But now that she heard that familiar voice the reality of it flooded her. Carefully she entered the room and immediately emeralds found the thin body laying on the bed and covered carefully with a blanket. Despite her being covered, it was clear how emaciated the woman had become during her captivity, and she could see the starkness of the bandages against her ashy fur. Tears prickled at the back of her eyes, seeing her friend in such a state, but when Anu smiled Savina could not help but return the expression. The raven alphess walked over and caring took her friend's outstretched hand while gingerly sitting down upon the bed so as not to jostle the Praetor's resting body. "Anu," she said, her mind searching for the right words to say. The guilt of being unable to free her that day at the parley rushed back. She had wanted nothing more than to go and rescue Anu, but despite her showing at that meeting, the Marino woman was not a warrior. The Consul had not known how to safely retrieve her dear friend. "Thank the gods you're back." There was so much more to be said, but for now she wanted to cling—however fleetingly—to the happiness of this reunion. Image courtesy of Hudson Gardner@Flickr; table template by the Mentors! By Noelle <style>.savina_sea01 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .savina_sea01 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .savina_sea01 b {color:#087DAC; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .savina_sea01 {background-color:#b4c2dc; background-image:url(http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/5711/savinasea.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#072530; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:485px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#FFFFFF;} .savina_sea01 .inner {margin:0px 10px 230px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .savina_sea01 .wordcount {color:#072530; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #072530; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Anu - 10-10-2011 [html] [/html] - Savina Marino - 10-10-2011 [html] Word Count → 284 It was difficult to see Anu so worn down and to hear her voice come so weakly from her lips. While there was such a relief that she was now where she belonged, there was also the knowledge that this war was far from over. Maska and his thugs still controlled AniWaya and Savina knew there would be no rest for Crimson Dreams until that changed. She herself would not stand by while that tyrant was their neighbor. He threatened everything that she had worked to build and the Consul would not let him remain. Her friend looked away and they both seemed to know that now it was time to return to the unpleasant details of the situation they were in. Savina tried to gather her thoughts on all that Anu needed to know of what had happened here during her imprisonment. When the words of her son were spoken, they were not a surprise. Savina nodded vaguely as she looked at the floor. "I suspected as much. I found his scent leaving the territory and followed it to AniWaya. He did not tell anyone what he was planning." At least he was not dead. She could take solace in that. "He'll be able to hold his own." That's what she had been telling herself to get by, at least. "Everyone else is still here thankfully, and those who have been injured have only been minorly so." Savina looked back to her friend's face. "Your friend very well might have saved my life the night of the raid. He shot down one of the attackers who was coming up behind me." Perhaps knowing that would help assuage whatever guilt Anu might be feeling. Image courtesy of Hudson Gardner@Flickr; table template by the Mentors! By Noelle <style>.savina_sea01 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .savina_sea01 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .savina_sea01 b {color:#087DAC; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .savina_sea01 {background-color:#b4c2dc; background-image:url(http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/5711/savinasea.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#072530; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:485px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#FFFFFF;} .savina_sea01 .inner {margin:0px 10px 230px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .savina_sea01 .wordcount {color:#072530; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #072530; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Anu - 10-11-2011 [html] [/html] - Savina Marino - 10-11-2011 [html] Word Count → 255 Of course she worried for her son, it was impossible not to. But she could not focus on Gotham's predicament and let her fears get the best of her. There was too much else to think about. Too many other things that needed her attention. Her crippling grief of losing Denali had taught her a vital lesson: she could not be brought low by the fate of one child when others still needed her. Her friend's smile showed that she had chosen the right thing to share. Some may have thought that them harboring the Utina family was the cause of all of this, and perhaps that had been the catalyst, but Savina made no mistake in thinking that with someone such as Maska war would have come sooner or later. It was the tribe's tyrannical leader that had started this conflict, not the Utinas. "Of course." The mood changed again just as quickly as it had briefly lightened. When Anu spoke, the Consul knew her words were right, but the solutions were not so easily found. The weariness that had been weighing down on her for weeks descended over her and she suddenly looked a much older wolf than she, in reality, was. "I know. But there are so few of us who can." Savina did not want to force any of her members to fight, but they also could not sit here idly waiting for the next hammer blow to drop. It was an impasse she had been struggling with for some time. Image courtesy of Hudson Gardner@Flickr; table template by the Mentors! By Noelle <style>.savina_sea01 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .savina_sea01 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .savina_sea01 b {color:#087DAC; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .savina_sea01 {background-color:#b4c2dc; background-image:url(http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/5711/savinasea.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#072530; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:485px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#FFFFFF;} .savina_sea01 .inner {margin:0px 10px 230px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .savina_sea01 .wordcount {color:#072530; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #072530; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Anu - 10-18-2011 [html] [/html] |