.skyecollins b {font-weight:bold; color:#d99e30; letter-spacing:1px; }
.skyecollinsooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #8D5122;}
.skyecollins p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;}
.skyecollins {width:400px;border:1px solid #1f150d;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... w/skye.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:235px;background-color:#4e3521;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#1f150d;}
</style>
Sure! And he's so awesome. xD wc: 359
The weight on Skye's back shifted as the man let out a few racking coughs; he was waking up. She shrugged him off of her and spun around to look at him clearly; the snow was worse than ever, and she had to get him somewhere warm, fast. Peering closer at him, she fought a shock - this man, although far younger, looked just like her father. He had the same gray fur and everything, although the various piercings and tattoos threw off the look. He let out a few more wet coughs, then attempted to stumble blindly into the snow.
As soon as Skye saw him try and take steps into the snow, she realized that this wasn't going to work - he was too clumsy on his feet right now, and it was clear from his shivering that the wetness of his fur didn't help him one bit. The wind was picking up now, and Skye suppressed a shiver - she couldn't imagine how this man felt. He pushed her away and promptly fell into the snow - Skye looked at him and couldn't help a rush of fear. Was this man okay? His eyes seemed distant, confused.
The creamy white girl suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at the first words that slipped out of the man's mouth - if she wanted him, she didn't have to shove him into the ice? Indignation rose in her chest - she just saved him, for heaven's sake, not shoved him in - but before she could say a word, he continued with his flirting, promptly throwing up in the snow afterwards.
Skye waited until he was done, then leaned down and extended a hand to the man. "Because you look so attractive right now," she retorted. She didn't mean to be biting, but her pack needed her, and this man was wasting time - hers and his own. "Come on; you're freezing, and being soaking wet in the middle of a snowstorm isn't going to help anyone, much less you! I need to take you to Thornbury. At least you'll be safe there."