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- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 11-30-2011 [html] Fred! Word Count: 400+ It had been a while since the alabaster male chose to wander out of Cours des Miracles. By a while he actually meant several weeks; regardless, that was a long time for the long wandering male. It felt more natural for the pearly man to wander without the constraints of a pack, and the itch had long returned. So much of his time spent in Cours des Miracles was considering ways to leave without offending the higher ups; Shandom knew, though, that this was probably impossible. It was also a tribute to his ego that he might consider they at all cared; he had never met them, and never really had any intention of doing so. He'd made up his mind after the first night he spent in the Hotel; Shandom Qi'Vaex was leaving. This whole humanized thing was simply too much for the extremely traditional gentleman. And so he padded outside the territory, though he did not wander far. He stuck mostly to a southern route, though his instincts were calling him northward; Shandom was Northern bred and he would die as far north as he could imagine. Some would find this strange - cool temperatures were not appealing to most - but he wanted the harshness of winter back. Shandom missed the roaring arctic winds, the vicious snowstorms that buried his packmates in three feet of fluffy snow. So far, this had been a fairly anticlimactic winter, reflected by the lack of snow on the rolling hills where he currently wandered. He was on his four paws, and he was comfortable that way. When he was in Cours des Miracles, the man felt like a glaring wound, an imperfection against the type of life these people tried so hard to lead. It was incredibly rare that Shandom felt like such an outsider, but Cours des Miracles had successfully transformed the typically cocky gentleman into much more of an introvert. When he was in his element, the cockiness returned, but he hadn't yet found that level of comfort yet. The closet wolf he could call a friend was Terra, and her juvenile antics sometimes irritated him. She was a sweet girl, but a girl nonetheless. Even here, he felt purposeless. Sighing, the wolf climbed atop a nearby rock and sat atop it, a slight breeze rippling his fur. From a distance, he would look quite impressive; regal, almost. Peering through his good eye, Shandom surveyed the dying land. There was something wrong about this solitude, something slightly uncomfortable and unappealing lurking beneath the surface. Such was the change of seasons. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:#FFFFFF; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; 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] - Caprica D'Angelo - 11-30-2011 [html]
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 12-04-2011 [html] sorry this is so awful! D: Word Count: 300+
To an odd combination of dismay and happiness, the male quickly registered that the female was not, in fact, Linquilea. Instead, it was the woman he met several weeks ago, the Anathema dwelling Caprica D'Angelo. She hadn't acknowledged him yet - Shandom wasn't sure if she even realized he was there - and so he didn't say anything. He merely looked at her, appreciating her unconventional beauty. It brought a small smile to his scarred face, and a deep chuckle fell from his lips when she almost ran into the rock. Miss Caprica, he murmured, tail wagging in greeting. It has been too long, my friend. He leaped nimbly down from the rock, landing several feet from her. Shandom inclined his wintry head in a deep bow, his black lips still stretched in a smile. You are far from home, are you not? Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #3399CC; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:#3399CC; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#3399CC; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:#3399CC; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; 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] - Caprica D'Angelo - 12-06-2011 [html]
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 12-09-2011 [html] It appears I am always apologizing, but sorry for the delay D: Word Count: 400+
It's perfectly all right you didn't - everything has been so busy, and I have been so transitory; had you gone to Cours des Miracles, it is unlikely I would have been there anyway. His words were soft, gentle; his voice, a rich and velvety baritone. I hope everything is okay, Caprica, Shandom said quietly, meeting her gaze with his. But he did not want to burden her, or assume to be her confident; the white male did not implore further, and would not ask again unless she offered more information. It was not his place, and Shandom had never been the type to question further (although he would certainly continue wondering what made her seem so much sadder). She mentioned she was down here visiting her father, and that confused him - did her mother and father not live together in the same pack? He kept the quizzical expression off his face, chalking the new information to the strange nuances he'd been experiencing since finding this bizarre new land. So many times he wondered why he came this far West; Eastern wolves, he'd decided, were much more normal. If he could have blushed when she said she found his trail and followed it, he would have. Instead, he resorted to giving her a wide, magnetic smile; a smile that transcended his scar and ruined appearance. I am flattered, Miss Caprica he murmured. I have wanted to see you since we met in the woods - you intrigue me, if I am being honest. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #3399CC; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:#3399CC; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#3399CC; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:#3399CC; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; 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] - Caprica D'Angelo - 12-11-2011 +3 [html] WC:000+
Image courtesy of Ant Jackson@Flickr; Table by the Mentors! <style>.K22911_CapDa1 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic; background-image:url(http://img707.imageshack.us/img707/3913/angelo2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:82px 0px 0px 0px;} .K22911_CapDa1 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:5px;} .K22911_CapDa1 b {font-family:verdana; color:#484848; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .K22911_CapDa1 {background-color:#030303; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#ababab; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/9056/angelom.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 260px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_CapDa1-border {width:502px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> - Shandom Qi'Vaex - 12-14-2011 [html] I have no idea where this monster post came from! Most of it's babble, haha. Word Count: 600+
He would have been embarrassed that he admitted he thought of her if she did not make his heart beat faster with her sass. The half blind male let out a coughing chuckle and wagged his tail as well, resisting the urge to bump his cold, wet nose against hers. Ah, yes, hunting! Shandom exclaimed, his devilish grin growing wider. I completely forgot, I must admit, though I would love to be of assistance to you. I suppose your beauty overshadowed it, in my mind. He knew he was being slightly over the top, but he didn't particularly care. Caprica, like other females, was just that: a female. If there was one situation where the alabaster male had confidence, it was when it came to wooing pretty women. And he would be damned if the Anathema female wasn't the prettiest he'd come across yet - especially when she was in this more natural form. It suited her. This form - it suits you, Miss Caprica, Shandom smiled. I know it is in your nature to enjoy two legs as well, and you are lovely then as well, but you look especially fine today. A flatterer by nature, the male could not help but pour on the sugar to the sweet girl. She was younger than him, certainly, but she was also mature: he could not help the twinge of desire he felt for her. But Shandom would ignore that, as he thought her to be at least slightly classier than that, unlike some of his more recent conquests. Sometimes the scarred male feared that he was by chance drawn to females in heat, and there were a million little hot tempered Qi'Vaex spawn running around somewhere. Luckily, he only knew of three. Anyway. Shandom glanced away from Caprica for the moment, letting the scent of prey distract him momentarily from the female. I do smell what I believe to be several deer, if you'd be interested in trying to hunt some. Or, of course, we could seek smaller prey, if you would prefer to start small. Shandom did not mean to come across condescending, as he did not doubt Caprica would be capable of either. It was simply a question. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #3399CC; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:#3399CC; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#3399CC; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:#3399CC; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; 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] - Caprica D'Angelo - 12-19-2011 [html]
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 12-30-2011 [html] Fred, I promise I'll respond fast next time. D: Word Count: 300+
Regardless, he was becoming lost in the past, an awful habit he was wont to do. Shaking his alabaster head, the large white male grinned at Caprica. She accepted the idea of a deer hunt, which was perfect - perhaps after, they would share the meal together. He could not remember whether or not she indulged in the strange art of destroying delicious meat over a fire; Shandom decided he would ask her later. Perfect! the scarred male exclaimed, and he picked up a quick trot, allowing his nose to follow the scents that lived on the wind. It's all very natural, really, he remarked to Caprica as the pair moved along the vast expanse of territory. Especially in the winter - they are fat and slow, and all the easier to catch. It was not long before the pair came across a small grouping of deer. Shandom could feel saliva pooling around his tongue; it had been weeks since he had a proper meal, instead choosing to sustain himself on much smaller game. Now, what do you think we should do here? he breathed, quiet enough only for Caprica to hear. He was curious about what her instincts might tell her. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #3399CC; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:#3399CC; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#3399CC; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:#3399CC; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; 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] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-03-2012 Words: 378 [html]
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 01-08-2012 [html] Feel free to PP Shandom, as I just PP'd Caprica a bit. (: It's kinda short, I apologize D: Word Count: 418+
Luckily, she was kidding about the sling, and a chuckle fell from Shandom's lips. Good. I was worried you were being serious, and I was going to lose all hope for you. His words were almost silent, lost in the winter air; the male was a master of stealth, but he was still lucky he did not disturb the quiet deer. Caprica seemed to have excellent instincts when she responded, and Shandom nodded. She was correct, though she had not identified a key factor about the deer - not that he expected her to, as the male himself had just noticed it. One of the small herd was slightly lame. A doe, slightly chubby, limped to the outskirts of the group. A feral smile slid across his dark lips, and Shandom turned to Caprica. Did you notice she is lame? the male murmured. We should aim for her, and try to isolate her from her companions. You are correct in that we should attack from different sides; hopefully, she will be slow enough so that we may catch her and have ourselves a nice meal. Shandom then slunk away from Caprica, sure not to disturb the snow enough so that the deer would be startled. It gave him a better angle from where he'd been with her; the male needed certain positions so that he could fully utilize what little vision he had. He locked eyes with her when they were in position, nodding to indicate he was ready. Hoping she was ready, the male prepared to attack. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #3399CC; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:#3399CC; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#3399CC; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:#3399CC; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; 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] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-11-2012 [html]
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 01-17-2012 [html] Feel free to PP Shandom, as I just PP'd Caprica a bit. (: It's kinda short, I apologize D: Word Count: 503+
Of course, her attack reminded him of Lea as well. Lea was not quick, nor was Caprica; it appeared she moved with intelligence reliant on strength, and he found that to be a nice compliment for what he wanted to do. The pale man shot forward like a cloudy bullet, teeth bared and steps quiet as he flew over to the female. She was doing an interesting move of leaping back and forth to keep the deer distracted, and he supposed that, while an interesting and juvenile tactic, would work. The deer, focused as it was on Caprica, was not too aware of his approach, though as he drew closer the quivering creature grew more focused on the dire situation it now found itself in. Shandom had no sympathy for the animal; it would provide valuable food, and his stomach acids were beginning to gnaw uncomfortably on his liver, which was a rather necessary part of his physiology. He snapped at the legs of the creature, drawing blood before it spun away from him, lithe and quick. It darted to the right and Shandom shadowed it, snapping and snarling on its frantic heels. The wound was shallow, but enough to slow the already injured deer; this would not be a particularly intense competition. It knew it was at the end of its life, and it moved frantically, desperate to extend its pathetic life even longer than necessary. A low, instinctive growl slipped from his lips as he snapped again at the feet; this time, he was not so lucky, and caught air. Fortunately, the idiotic animal had spun directly to Caprica, and Shandom hoped she would be able to get her teeth in it and inflict a more serious injury; her superior strength was vital to this style of hunting. Soon, he would eat, and he would be satiated. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #3399CC; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:#3399CC; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#3399CC; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:#3399CC; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; 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] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-18-2012 [html]
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 01-18-2012 [html] SHORT. Word Count: 317+ As expected, it did not take long for Caprica to slay the doe. Shandom suspected, with the shadow of a smirk on his face, that it had not been entirely finesse that led them to the kill. As she'd said before, Caprica was not an instinctive hunter; her style of food gathering had mostly been of the strange humanized sort, hence this whole affair. Still, though, the white man could tell she still had some wolfish, natural instincts within her. Really, he was being unfair. She seemed plenty wolfish now, soaked as she was in crimson blood, and she'd looked downright sexy going after the throat of the vulnerable doe. The white man was typically the sort to simply turn on the flirt in order to increase the chances of ravaging the woman, but there was something about Caprica that caused him to draw back and, perhaps, consider his moves a bit more. She was collapsed upon it, apparently not expecting the quick decline of the creature, and Shandom, now significantly more relaxed, trotted towards her with a rather unmanly giggle. Red suits you, he commented, drawing next to the kill and the woman atop it. You did a good job. It seems sufficiently dead, at least, and that's all that matters. It hadn't taken long for the doe to die, once its jugular was cut. A matter of seconds, really, which was all for the best in the grand scheme of things. Causing undue hurt and pain, regardless of the lowly status of the creature, would not please the Gods. Pools of saliva welled in his mouth, but Shandom knew the appropriate and polite step would be to wait for Caprica to eat first, as she had delivered the fatal blow. Still, he wanted her to hurry up and get on with it. Eat, please, Miss Caprica. It is your right, of course. Table by Aly, code by the Mentors! <style>.shandom-rainingocean { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CyXa0.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#d2e9ef; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:10px 0px 275px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .shandom-rainingocean b {color:#FFFFFF; } .shandom-rainingocean p { color:#00303d; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .shandom-rainingocean p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .shandom-rainingocean .name { font-size:45px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; margin:0px 45px 15px 0px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 1px; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} .shandom-rainingocean .wordcount {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #8c8c8c; 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] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-22-2012 [html]
- Shandom Qi'Vaex - 01-27-2012 [html] Word Count → 328 :: let's wrap this up soon so we can have another thread!
Natural beauty would always be the death of him. The way women worked, the sensuous and supple curves of their body - it was his favorite and most dangerous weakness. The overpowering way he knew he could feel about a girl (even if he knew he would never feel that way every again) was dangerous and terrible; Shandom could remember the way blood felt on his teeth, metallic and dangerous, when it was not the lifeblood of prey. Children tasted different than deer or other such food sources; that blood was disgusting and impure, and Shandom hated it. For a moment, his stomach rolled and the canine felt a stab of nausea; why, in this moment, would he be forced to remember such a horrible thing? The large white man almost stumbled backwards with the power of the memory, but he knew he could not allow himself to lose control and poise in front of Caprica. She had no idea of his dark past, though he'd admitted some things to her he never thought he'd admit to anyone, but the woman had no idea he was a murderer. Shandom doubted he would ever tell her. She'd plunged her jaws into the supple flesh, and the sounds of lush tearing brought Shandom back to this reality. A wide smile spread across his lips as his mind finally processed what she'd said, and the white male chuckled. She looked kind of ridiculous, hanging over the food and waiting for him to begin. Etienne almost always allowed the females to eat first - the Alphess before the Alpha, the Betess before the Beta. It was not a mark of hierarchy, as Etienne was not a maternally based pack, but instead old fashioned and traditional chivalry. But, if Caprica insisted, she insisted, and Shandom eagerly took a large, satisfying bite from the recently slaughtered haunches. This is fantastic, he mumbled through hunks of meat. Thank you for hunting with me, Miss Caprica. .heraldictxt-box {background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... oredav.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:230px; height:186px; float:right; margin:2px; } .heraldictxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .heraldictxt p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .heraldictxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .heraldictxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-27-2012 [html]
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