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- Saul Stormbringer - 04-06-2012 [html] uh, I know I suck! Sorry for the wait dearests! 30th March 2012 . 4.30pm . Moonstone Lakes . Optime Form The three of them had arrived in their 'new home' the day before yesterday, and Saul had worked hard to build something that would be usable as a home. The hut that was now nice and sturdy had taken him all day to build, especially when he had no help from Lilin, who declared she couldn't piece together anything, let alone something as advanced as a hut to live in. So the first night, the three of them had slept in the hut that Saul had built, together under the large amount of furs Saul had collected. The little hole in the roof- attached around the main support beam that cut the hut's space in half it seemed, was enough to keep fresh air generating through the warm space, as Saul had managed to hang a large deer skin over the door to keep the worst of the spring air out. Temeraire had decided that he still wasnt talking to either him or Lilin, and the dawn had broken bright and early with his son still not speaking. With a sigh, Saul had risen, grateful that they'd chosen somewhere with some fresh water supply. Bathing in the waters of the Moonstone Lakes, Saul had tried to organise the day ahead of him. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 719+ [/html] - Niernan Stormbringer - 04-06-2012 [html] You totally suck, but I loves ya anyways. Also GAH! Writers block. 30th March. Dampwoods. Optime form. / 430! It had been a month since Niernan had seen or heard from anyone other than his brother and his cat and truth be told he was getting tired of Brans voice. His brother had a wonderful growly singing voice but after almost a solid month of it he wanted to muzzle his sibling. He trudged with his head down and ears back, placing his footpaws carefully among the tangled roots of the trees of the dampwoods. His azure eyes flicked up once to spot Ciaran padding ahaead of them, his dark tabby body almost invisible in the mottled light that came from the canopy. .neiot b {font-weight:bold; color:#d99e6f; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #100802; } .neiot p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .neiot {margin:0 auto; width:520px; background-color:#3d2414; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EBZI5.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 390px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#a96b44; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .neiot p b:before { content: open-quote; } .neiot p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Bran Stormbringer - 04-06-2012 [html]
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Dark chocolate paws tapped on the earthen ground, a rhythm that had shaken itself free this morning and refused to budge from his body. Dark chocolate paws held one of his most prized possessions- the guitar that his Uncle Emeris had crafted for him. It needed tuning regularly, the horse-hair strings that baffled him often wriggled loose from their bindings often. As it was, the tan and chocolate male spent a good moment or two each time he got the guitar out to play, tuning, listening, tweaking and adjusting until he was more than satisfied that it sounded alright to him. Niernan, on the other hand, didn't share his passion for music and had been keen on setting off, to wherever it was that they would be going today. Bran rarely paid attention to where the dark furred body of his brother was taking him, and he was usually content to set up camp each night, non the wiser as to where they had actually ended up. They had, however, stayed in the shelter of the trees for the majority of the time that they had been here, and it was Bran's belief that they were actually lost, roaming around until they eventually got spewed out by the Dampwoods, having had enough of its canine visitors. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Niernan Stormbringer - 04-07-2012 [html] Poor Bran, sensory overload can't be fun. / 218! Niernans body impacted the forest floor heavily as Brans wild slap made contact with the back of his head, the force of it sending him muzzle first into a bed of pine needles. Nier pushed himself off the floor just in time to see Brans footpaw heading towards Ciaran, the cat unaware of the impending danger. Nier let forth a vicious and guttural growl to warn his brother, his usually bright and light blue eyes flashing to a darker, more stormy hue. He righted himself properly, dusting off his knees and muttering darkly to himself until he took in a deep breath and scented his brothers discomfort, Y'all right brother? You smell a wee bit off, ya know what I mean? .neiot b {font-weight:bold; color:#d99e6f; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #100802; } .neiot p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .neiot {margin:0 auto; width:520px; background-color:#3d2414; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EBZI5.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 390px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#a96b44; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .neiot p b:before { content: open-quote; } .neiot p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Bran Stormbringer - 04-07-2012 [html]
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It was slowly ebbing away, the pulsing light from around his eyes and the subsequent headache building causing the usually carefree Stormbringer to scowl and huff. It wasn't often that his senses were overloaded as such, but when it hit him, it often hit him hard. His mood soured enough to remain in a scowl even when Niernan hit the floor, Bran allowed a dark chocolate ear to flash against his head when his brothers angered snarl came forth. The sound caused dark green swirls across his vision, which he managed to ignore. He knew perfectly well that Nier didn't growl at him for causing him to hit the floor- the devil spawn settled around his neck was the reason for his brothers protectiveness. Of course, his dark furred brother couldn't keep from asking him if he was okay, and with a snort, Bran nodded. I'll b'fine, stop yer worryin', Mother Hen. He said, although he couldn't quite keep the amusement out of his tone. He glanced back, seeing his brother come up to walk by his side. He knew, without hesitation, that his brother wouldn't be able to walk in silence, and within a few short moments, the light, herby and creamy taste of his brothers voice caused him to swallow reflexively, even though he knew there wasn't anything actually on his tongue. He allowed caramel shoulders to roll softly. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 04-09-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> wotd442, hiho! Shades of pastel apricot and mahogany hues began replacing the lighter citrine colours strewn across a rosy sky, presaging fine weather for the following day. Clear skies and relatively warm spring days were appreciated now more than ever; although Lilin was naturally drawn to storms and their roaring melodies, her prior run-in with weeping Mother Nature was something she wanted to forget. Regardless of personal preferences, favorable days of the sort were evidently needed - at least until their little family found the time to fully settle into their new makeshift homes. She had brought back personal effects from Hilsburn earlier that morning; such as pelts left behind by their former housemates, empty containers and even leftover alcohol previously owned by Barrett. Lilin had no intention of consuming any of it but she knew that vodka made for excellent desinfectant and household cleaner. Her cousin, who was naturally a little more open-minded than she was, might have wanted a taste after all of the hard work put into the two little huts too. Most of her time down south had been spent tending to the greenhouses, making sure nothing was out of order. It was mostly out of respect for her lost friend; she wanted everything to be impeccable and as he'd left it should he ever choose to return. Chances were slim but the two-toned femme kept on hoping. Her thoughts lingered over her adventures thus far, most particularly mulling over her bizarre encounter with Ezekiel and the soothsayer. How did her current situation fit into the fortune provided to her? Mediterranean blue irises stared blankly ahead at calm waters, ears flickering ever so slight with the endless thumping and childish barks coming from the nearby woods. Luckily, Temeraire still lacked stealthiness; keeping tabs on his whereabouts without hindering his playtime was the least she could do for her cousin. It wasn't long before her attention was directed to Saul specifically, as his unexpected howl echoed through the vicinity. With his voice came bewilderment, as the would-be cult heir was unsure of the call's awardees. The noise caused by her relative's young boy ebbed away rapidly, signifying that he was already headed for his father's general direction. It was amazing how, despite his irritation with Saul, the child's obedience had not faltered. Lilin merely followed in the puppy's footsteps, arriving last at the scene to find her newfound family and two strangers she had yet to meet. They seemed amicable but nowhere near enough to stop Lilin's body from tensing up instinctively. She stood firmly in place, a good few meters away from the gathering, scrutinizing the intruders with a critical eye. - Saul Stormbringer - 04-09-2012 [html] <333 The deep, belly-strong sound of his howl was something that Saul rarely heard anymore, or ever really. It wasn't something he thought particularly hard about- but it was at least a little strange that they didn't howl more. The thought was unexpected to him, but he let it drop as quickly as it had come- clearly there was nothing he could do about the lupine population's lack of vocalisation, and he allowed his thoughts to drift elsewhere. It seemed, to him, that there was always something to do, and his thoughts turned inwardly to the ever expanding list of things he needed to do. He needed to locate his bird at some point- the gyrfalcon had been unsettled since their move and when Saul had finally released him from his wicker cage, he'd flown disgruntled to a tree. Unfortunately, Saul hadn't seen the bird since and he would soon be going to look for him. Not to mention the lists of things he had to do to make the huts he'd just made inhabitable. Often, the thoughts racing around in his mind would overwhelm him and he would shift into his lupus form to run off some of the stress. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 653+ [/html] - Niernan Stormbringer - 04-09-2012 [html] Yay, they finally meet. Also, I have a feeling that Niernan and Teme are gonna be the best of friends / 406! Niernan embraced his grey cousin happily, patting the mans back gently. Hey Saul, it's great to see you again! He could hardly keep the huge grin off of his face. His relief at seeing Saul again was somewhat obvious to all but he didn't vare who noticed at that point. .neiot b {font-weight:bold; color:#d99e6f; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #100802; } .neiot p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .neiot {margin:0 auto; width:520px; background-color:#3d2414; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EBZI5.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 390px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#a96b44; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .neiot p b:before { content: open-quote; } .neiot p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Bran Stormbringer - 04-10-2012 [html]
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Chocolate eyes were intent on his cousins prone form- Saul appeared to have been sucked into his own thoughts, green eyes glassy and far away. With subsequent slap on the back from his chocolate paw caused his cousin to start for a moment, the shock jumping his body and Bran allowed a soft chuckle to race from his nose. He knew very little about the man that was relative and leader at the same time. His cousin snapped out of it quickly though and rose to meet his shoulder bump with enthusiasm. If there was one thing to be said about Saul, he was certainly a happy fellow, and that was something everyone needed once in a while. Niernan wasn't far behind, and it only took a moment for tastes to spring across his taste buds, a sigh almost escaping. He didn't even try to evaluate what their voices caused in him, and instead tried to concentrate on the words themselves. His dark furred brothers enthusiasm made him chuckle slightly- he planned to tease his sibling about that later. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 04-10-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> wotd396 This unexpected reunion's hustle and bustle was a definite surprise. She did nothing at first, choosing to assimilate the situation presented to her along with its main components: two bulky males with strange accents, Temeraire's strong interest with one of them in particular, and a nonchalant feline treading what it should've considered a dangerous territory. Had it not been for everbody else's insouciance when it came to the cat's presence, perhaps it would not have left this meeting unscathed. Her attention was pulled away from the potential prey by Saul's soothing voice, to which she gladly latched on to amidst this moment. At least she understood now, as both parties were introduced, who the call had been directed to. Caribbean blue irises ventured from Bran to Niernan respectively, associating both names with the faces of her newly met cousins. She did not speak immediately; choosing to confirm her closest relative's statement with a nod. The Soulstorm scion did remember Saul mentioning other kins in passing; it wasn't a clear memory, seeing as quite some time had passed since then but she did recall enough to make sense of this get-together. Niernan took the opportunity to introduce himself personally, a polite acknowledgment that prompted his brother to do the same. Her dichotomous receivers twitched lightly, absorbing the distinct sounds of their voices- Saul had moved closer meanwhile, a gesture inspiring the would-be cult heir to move closer to him. She stopped short of touching his arm, noting the anxiety radiating from his body and not wanting to hinder his personal space. Her hand found the hem of her lilac pareo instead, choosing to absolve her own uncertainty by absent-mindedly fiddling with her makeshift dress. Lilin could only assume her pending response was the source of his insecurities, knowing she wasn't the most social wolf out of the bunch. Her nose wrinkled at Bran's attempt to get the cat away from Saul's reach and his casual use of the word 'pet'. Had she been a bit more comfortable, she would've more than likely acknowledged its perplexing nature. But as things stood currently, it was her turn to speak and she could only provide the group with a polite introduction. ''Nice to meet you both,'' she responded, casting Saul a sideway glance before voicing her thoughts aloud. ''Will you two be staying with us for a while?'' - Saul Stormbringer - 04-10-2012 [html] -noms silly Stormbringers- Saul gave his son and his cousin a soft smile as the two of them collided, Temeraire easily scooped up into his dark cousins arms, an endearing but teasing remark on the males tan muzzle. They barely knew each other, but the bonds of family were apparently quite strong and Temeraire settled easily around Niernan's shoulders, a happy giggle on his sons lips. Inwardly Saul breathed a sigh of relief- the boy had been sullen and rude for the past day or two and Saul hoped that the injection of the fun-loving brothers into their lives would lighten him up a bit. At least he would have something to say. The chocolate and caramel man had spoken and Saul looked over, a soft smile on his face, accompanied by a nod of his head. Despite the upset and the uprooting, nothing majorly bad had happened. They were all here, healthy, safe and relatively happy, although Saul instinctively knew that Lilin may never get over losing such a good friend as Barrett, as well as coming to terms with her mothers disownment. Saul would always be there for her, if she ever needed to talk, but for now he would allow her all the space she needed. "We've been doing alright... a slight relocation, but nothing major! What about yourselves, where have you been roaming around?" He said, addressing the question to both Bran and Niernan. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 690+ [/html] - Niernan Stormbringer - 04-13-2012 [html] AHHH! Apologies for the wait. Haven't had interwebs! / 385! Niernan had noticed Brans kick towards Ciaran and he shot his brother a warning glare before turning back to the situation at hand, letting an easy smile grace his muzzle. He flicked his eyes to Saul and answered his question with an unconcerned shrug. Just been wandering, met an interesting fella by the name of Oak a while back but other than that it's been me, Bran and Ciaran all by our lonesomes strolling through the woods. At this Temeraire giggled and held up a pine needle that he'd plucked from Niernans fluffy black hair. .neiot b {font-weight:bold; color:#d99e6f; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #100802; } .neiot p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .neiot {margin:0 auto; width:520px; background-color:#3d2414; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EBZI5.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 390px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#a96b44; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .neiot p b:before { content: open-quote; } .neiot p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Bran Stormbringer - 04-20-2012 [html]
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Dark brown ears flashed back and forth as the meaty flavour of his cousins voice hit him, amiable words that made his snort softly. In a way, Saul's worlds revealed very little about what had actually happened to them since their last encounter. Bran may not have been as observant as his brother, but it was hard to miss the way the grey males body turned towards the black and brown female now identified as Lilin, the cousin Saul had been looking for. He also didn't miss the way Lilin stayed close to Saul as well, and it was clear that whatever it was going on between the two of them it was something that neither of them were fully aware of. The soft smirk on his lips was quickly hidden- it would not do any of them any favours to point out the glaringly obvious, especially if neither of them had acknowledged what was happening. Niernan chose to answer and Bran nodded softly in agreement. Aside from a few interactions here and there, they hadn't seen, or done much since their last encounter. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-20-2012 [html] finishing up here dearies The tension coming from Lilin hadn't dissipated, and Saul didn't expect it to for a little while. From what he knew of her, she didn't take to others quickly and she didn't trust easily either, but when she got past her natural aversion to strangers, she was a loyal friend. The fluttery feeling in his stomach was strange and he tried to ignore it as his hand rested on her elbow. He honestly tried to ignore the hyper awareness that he could feel zinging through his body as both Bran and Niernan answered his questions. It seemed as though they hadn't been doing much- they'd arrived in Nova Scotia looking for family and Saul had found them straight away. Aside from Eclipse and Lilin, there wasn't any more Stormbringers around and now they'd met Lilin, their quest for family was almost closed. Of course, Saul understood the difference between blood relations and actual family. His thoughts turned to Wretch, the daughter who he'd found broken on the shores of Dahlia de Mai. She wasn't blood related, but she was his daughter in all the ways that counted. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 422+ [/html] |