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- Talitha de le Poer - 02-09-2011 [html]
Word Count→483 :: Foreward dated to Feb. 11th, to give Talitha realistic recuperation time from Inferni Snowstorm plot Feb. 8th, "Like Crazy Russian Trees". During this time, Talitha won't be around Inferni at all. She had managed to sleep, albeit uneasily, for several hours in the night before. No ghosts came, chased away by the presence of her father in a cave such a short distance from her own. The only trouble she suffered was a severe headache, brought on by a heavy tree that had managed to fall on her only a few days before. Her memory of the incident had returned, but the pain hadn't subsided in any part of her body. Not in her head, and certainly not in the ribs that had splintered under the crushing weight of the vengeful foliage. As the coy-mutt princess passed over the snow-coated ground of the Halcyon mountains, she realized she should have tried to rest longer. Her head whirled with thoughts lost to her in a fog, of the crackling sound of splintering wood that she should have paid more attention to. The fact was she hadn't, and she had suffered the consequences and was left feeling so ashamed of herself. Weak. Hurt. Not like a de le Poer should have been. She should have been more perceptive. "God won't show me mercy when I die, not if I can't prove myself," she muttered. Her words were lost on the winds, but made little sense anyways. The God that others trusted wasn't who she referenced. Rather, it was her father. Her Gabriel, the saviour of Inferni and the father she had always idolized. Gabriel was her holy manifestation of the Lord, physical and touchable when the God she followed was not. Her fear was that she had been another disappointment, even if he wouldn't tell her. Oh, how she worried it was so. Her legs had carried her along the wide, natural path that was laid out before her, covered in the remnants of snow frosted on the ground. She was tired, she was cold, and everything ached in the frigid temperatures. But she wanted time alone, and that was the only place she could get it. Near the old lands, where the smell of ash still haunted her senses. Where the memories of blazing flames found her mind. Where her life started, and where she hoped it could end. Her alpha and omega, her beginning and her death. Where her family was whole, and where she was still so young. The wind finally persuaded her body to fall, breathless and shivering as she toppled onto the snowy path. It was too much. She should have stayed in her cave, away from the watchful eyes of everyone else, but her common sense had left her and pushed her away from safety. A shadow passed her features as she wondered if she'd die there, in the cold. Where no one could find her until Ezekiel noticed she was gone, leaving only a cold body and remnants of a cheerful princess who had been lost amongst the years. .talitha-redflowers {font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:0px;word-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;margin:0px 25px;padding:0px;background-image:url(http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/7463 ... flower.png);background-position:bottom right;padding-bottom:200px;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .talitha-ooc {font-style:italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;} .talitha-division {border-bottom:1px solid #000000;margin:5px auto;width:100%;} .talitha-wc {text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;} .talitha-redflowers p {text-indent:15px;margin:0px;padding:0px 5px;} .talitha-redflowers b {letter-spacing:1px;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-.05em;} .talitha-redflowers img {float:right;vertical-align:text-bottom;} .talitha-poetry {text-align:center;font-size:10px;font-family:Lucida Console, Monaco, monospace;letter-spacing:.5px;word-spacing:.5px;font-variantmall-caps;} .talitha-shade {font-family:Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;color:#696969;text-transform:uppercase;} .talitha-graceful {font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive, sans-serif;font-variant:none;text-transform:lowercase;} .talitha-flowers {font-family:cursive, sans-serif;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 02-12-2011 [html] table © Sie He had deserted.
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Word Count→480 :: The frigid temperatures of the mountains had sunk in as she lay there, surrounded by a blanket of wet ivory. Gabriel had been right about the mountains; they were too dangerous to wander with the excess of snow. She had been stubborn and stupid in trying to find solace atop them. Stubborn, and stupid, and now dead. She knew she was dead, for the sounds of angels came to her black-rimmed ears. Or one angel, at least. One angel with a rather deep tone of voice. It seemed she wasn't dead, as the touch of a strong hand with strong fingers sought for a heartbeat beneath her skin. She was rescued by some strange knight in blue knitted yarn who had been just stupid enough to brave the winter wonders of the Halcyon mountains himself. Her crimson eyes opened, without their normal sparkle, and turned to his face. If she hadn't been so chilled, she would have been startled. The man who sat before her was young, but far larger than she was herself. In fact, it could be that he was far larger than Gabriel, and Gabriel was the biggest man within Inferni, built with the blood of a wolf coursing through his darkened veins. This stranger was clearly of the same make and model, a wolf hidden under the clothing of something else, something with patterns and pelt that she had never experienced before; a dog over a coyote. Taboo in the lands of Inferni, cast into the fires for their wicked ways. He seemed innocent enough, concerned for her and with nothing in tow. Briefly, she thought of Ezekiel, the golden prince who thought only of her welfare. But no, this was not her perfect coy-mutt brother. This was a perfect stranger at the perfect moment. A sign from the heavens. One delicate russet hand found his and clutched the fingers with impressive strength for a woman frozen in the snow. His fur was soft, thick and better for the winter than her own coat, and she marveled for a moment at the feel, so different from the coyotes. If her teeth hadn't been chattering as they were, she might have smiled an oh-so-innocent smile geared toward finding shelter. As it was, her mouth stayed neutral, sharp off-white teeth clicking together from the bone-chilling cold. "I c-can hear you fine, dear prince," she murmured, past the chattering jaws and into the air to cause a puff of soft white fog. Her lungs burned with each breath, taking in air so much colder than she'd been prepared for at that moment as she readied herself to speak once again. "I'm dead a-aren't I. And that means y-you must be a lucky wolf, in Heaven like you are." Prejudice was still thick on her mind despite her gratitude, something she would have to surpass were she to expect survival. .talitha-redflowers {font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:0px;word-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;margin:0px 25px;padding:0px;background-image:url(http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/7463 ... flower.png);background-position:bottom right;padding-bottom:200px;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .talitha-ooc {font-style:italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;} .talitha-division {border-bottom:1px solid #000000;margin:5px auto;width:100%;} .talitha-wc {text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;} .talitha-redflowers p {text-indent:15px;margin:0px;padding:0px 5px;} .talitha-redflowers b {letter-spacing:1px;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-.05em;} .talitha-redflowers img {float:right;vertical-align:text-bottom;} .talitha-poetry {text-align:center;font-size:10px;font-family:Lucida Console, Monaco, monospace;letter-spacing:.5px;word-spacing:.5px;font-variantmall-caps;} .talitha-shade {font-family:Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;color:#696969;text-transform:uppercase;} .talitha-graceful {font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive, sans-serif;font-variant:none;text-transform:lowercase;} .talitha-flowers {font-family:cursive, sans-serif;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 02-12-2011 [html] table © Sie Alive! He could feel the soft rush of blood, leaping beneath his surprisingly gentle fingers. She was alive! Oh, heavens be pleased, was Caillen relieved. He'd never really seen a dead luperci before, although he'd had a few bizarre brushes with death in the past; he sure as hell wasn't willing to give up such a clean streak just yet, especially not with someone so pretty as this strange woman.
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Word Count→622 :: /span> He assured her that she wasn't dead, not yet, but she was 'a wee bit frosty'. A silent laugh bubbled up in her chest, not willing to pass through her muzzle into the air; his accent was strange, and she struggled to make sense of certain things he said. She managed well enough, taking in the context of the words to evaluate what they might mean. Sure, the de le Poer princess couldn't read or write, but she was far from unintelligent and it only took a moment for her to realize his strange nuances in language. He called her "Lady" and she let out a worn giggle, too soft to be called true laughter. A Lady, her? She wasn't sure she'd ever met a Lady, docile and kind and so proper. Spoiled and hateful and bitter were better words to describe the women she had interacted with so far. Spoiled, hateful and bitter were better words to describe herself. But he called her Miss and he called her Lady and he seemed so innocent that she wondered if she could be a Lady for him, even if it was just for a few hours. She grimaced subtly as she was lifted from the ground, his arms pressing on the wounded structure of her torso as he scooped her body from the snow. He seemed awkward, unsure of what to do next, and even tried to explain. She laughed again, her soft sound that couldn't really be heard unless in close quarters. A russet hand moved from her side to rest on his neck as she was shifted about in his arms. Her fingers dug into the layers of mottled slate-and-grey fur that lay there, combing it with a gentle touch. The snow seemed to give him some difficulty and, while she wasn't tossed about like a bag of rocks or some equally inanimate object, she could tell he wasn't used to the terrain. Perhaps not so wild as one would imagine; he was well-groomed and sane, and both were traits of pampered boys rather than the strange wolves who wandered the lands alone. Her crimson eyes didn't catch the sight of the overhung cave he found, too busy focusing on the quite handsome features of the younger man, but she did notice when the winds weren't so harsh and when the snow seemed absent. The den was small, but suited their needs for the moment. As he set her down, ever so gently, she studied his movements. He wasn't graceful, no, but he wasn't so ungodly clumsy that she laughed at him. He gave her a smile, large and pristine; it was clear his teeth had never been used to catch food or fight. He sat, and introduced himself -- "My name is Caillen, Lady." -- and she pushed herself carefully from the floor of the cave in order to sit properly. The seeming naivety made her wonder if she should give him an alias. He had been kind enough to help her and seemed trusting. Maybe he would believe she was Gabriel or Faolin or Halo or one of the other hundred names she threw out at first glance, but did she wanted him to believe that? The cream-masked muzzle she bore sat apathetic for only a moment before curling into a gentle smile. An honest smile. The smile of a swindler who sought out something they wanted. "Yes, a bit. It is winter, after all." Her words were punctuated with a laugh, eyes roaming the walls of their small makeshift shelter. A moment later, her body shifted, and she scooted herself to Caillen's side to gain warmth from his larger body's presence. "Caillen is an interesting name. I'm Talitha." .talitha-redflowers {font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:0px;word-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;margin:0px 25px;padding:0px;background-image:url(http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/7463 ... flower.png);background-position:bottom right;padding-bottom:200px;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .talitha-ooc {font-style:italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;} .talitha-division {border-bottom:1px solid #000000;margin:5px auto;width:100%;} .talitha-wc {text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;} .talitha-redflowers p {text-indent:15px;margin:0px;padding:0px 5px;} .talitha-redflowers b {letter-spacing:1px;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-.05em;} .talitha-redflowers img {float:right;vertical-align:text-bottom;} .talitha-poetry {text-align:center;font-size:10px;font-family:Lucida Console, Monaco, monospace;letter-spacing:.5px;word-spacing:.5px;font-variantmall-caps;} .talitha-shade {font-family:Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;color:#696969;text-transform:uppercase;} .talitha-graceful {font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive, sans-serif;font-variant:none;text-transform:lowercase;} .talitha-flowers {font-family:cursive, sans-serif;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 02-12-2011 [html] table © Sie Perhaps the woman was more delirious than he had first considered. She seemed to think him - him! - funny, which was completely absurd, seeing as he was the one saving her life. What was more, Caillen thought in wonderment, she didn't seem the least bit afraid of him a'tall! The gentle giant was truly confused over this, as he genuinely believed himself to be a rather formidable sight (having never seen his own goofish smile, of course). It was bewildering, but somewhat of a relief, as the wolfdog had absolutely no wants to be dealing with a hysterical Lady. He knew better than most how dangerous women could be when they thought themselves under threat, and simply by gazing on this beautiful mistress he could tell that she would be no exception.
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Word Count→417 :: She was surprised even by her own attitude toward the situation. There she was, lost and possibly in danger, laughing at a man who was so much larger than herself and clearly not a coyote in any way, shape or form. If he were a more prideful man, or more cruel, she was sure she'd be dead for reasons other than the chill. It was strange that he wasn't, though. In her eyes, all wolves were Haku Soul. In her crimson, Massacre eyes, all wolves were abominations who deserved to be culled. Deserved to be burned, like the wolves of the old home had been. Caillen was so sweet, though, without judgments made toward Inferni since he didn't know that's where she hailed from. Should she tell him? Ruin the illusion so early on in his company? That she was bad, or evil, or horrid, or deserved to die for crimes made by blood relatives. The fae took a deep breath, exhaling a puff of white smoke and settling into his arm comfortably. It was almost like Ezekiel, but bulkier; she felt safer for it. "Talitha." Her name rolled off of his tongue in accented speech, and a pleasant quiver rolled through her spine. It was different. Cotl had an accent, but it was angry and vicious, not like this boy's voice. Her ears swiveled toward him, eyes following the line that separated the white underside of his face to the mottled slate and tans that covered the rest of him. His voice flowed to her attentions, lifting her spirits with each new turn in the words. He was company, far better than anything she could have found in Inferni. He was neutral land. Neutral thought. She could use him to start her world over, even if it only happened in his presence. A smile crossed her muzzle as his own expression turned somber. His question was valid, but it didn't really have an answer. What had she been doing, running away to the dangers of the mountains. "I had an accident, and I became restless," she replied, resting her russet-and-cream cheek against his shoulder. His fur provided ample cushion between her fairer bones and his muscled shoulder, like a comfortable pillow. A chuckle escaped her, but faded into nothing. "And you, dear prince? The mountains are dangerous; my father said so himself. Hasn't your pack told you?" She didn't think it possible that something so innocent lacked a pack. How would he take care of himself? .talitha-redflowers {font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:0px;word-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;margin:0px 25px;padding:0px;background-image:url(http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/7463 ... flower.png);background-position:bottom right;padding-bottom:200px;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .talitha-ooc {font-style:italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;} .talitha-division {border-bottom:1px solid #000000;margin:5px auto;width:100%;} .talitha-wc {text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;} .talitha-redflowers p {text-indent:15px;margin:0px;padding:0px 5px;} .talitha-redflowers b {letter-spacing:1px;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-.05em;} .talitha-redflowers img {float:right;vertical-align:text-bottom;} .talitha-poetry {text-align:center;font-size:10px;font-family:Lucida Console, Monaco, monospace;letter-spacing:.5px;word-spacing:.5px;font-variantmall-caps;} .talitha-shade {font-family:Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;color:#696969;text-transform:uppercase;} .talitha-graceful {font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive, sans-serif;font-variant:none;text-transform:lowercase;} .talitha-flowers {font-family:cursive, sans-serif;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 02-13-2011 [html] table © Sie While it made Caillen slightly uncomfortable, what with his urge to give her a respectful birth of room, Talitha seemed rather content to snuggle into his fur. And who was he to complain? She was the first company he'd had in weeks, and as far as the mottled brute was concerned, he had struck lucky. There were many other shady creatures in this part of the woods - the dreaded inhabitants of Inferni, for example - that he would be much more loathe to encounter. It was not necessarily that Caillen hated said pack, more that he was well aware of the many rumours and legends that had spread about it. If anything, Cai knew that a run-in with vicious Inferni coyotes could be the last run-in he ever had. Regardless, he had met a few females from the pack, and they had seemed nice enough... Except for one, but his mind fudged on the details, and once more he couldn't quite remember why it was that Tali's red eyes made him nervous.
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Word Count→386 :: Her fingers pushed back tendrils of curling brown out of her eyes while they traipsed across his pelt and features, keeping a smile on her maw. He was warm, and she was comfortable. There was no reason to be distressed like she normally was. This was a time for healing and growing, to make a friend, even if he'd never be accepted in her world. A friend was a friend, though, no matter where they stayed. He didn't have to be a coyote to make her comfortable. Or so she hoped. The boy wasn't a part of any pack, and it was clear the russet fae was shocked to hear the news. He did, once, live with others, but something changed. Something must have happened to send him out of the borders of family and into the wilds of the world around them. A "vagabond", as he so charmingly referred to it. In silence, with no change of expression, she thought of her own excursions alone, into Drifter's Bay. Of the pain that had come with it, the blood, the depression. Of queer little Myron who took such good care of her and sent her back to daddy. She turned her head down, snuffing back a faint whimper of distress. It wasn't the time for thoughts like that, and it wasn't the time to be sad. The time was right to get to know the strange man she was using as a piece of furniture. The man who had been smiling, but who had turned into a somber mask once again. Talitha shifted beside him, getting more comfortable. "I've lived alone before," she crooned, turning her nose back to his cheek. The serious facade didn't suit him, she thought. It didn't suit him at all. Gently, she moved forward to press her nose against his cheek, hoping he wouldn't pull himself away before the act of subtle affection was over. It wasn't love, or even really strong care, for Caillen that drove her to do what she did, but the fact that he seemed sad about the pack. It was an attempt to make him smile, or laugh, or even stammer. In the back of her mind, she thought it might be cute if he stammered out in surprise, with his accent lacing each stunted word. .talitha-redflowers {font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:0px;word-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;margin:0px 25px;padding:0px;background-image:url(http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/7463 ... flower.png);background-position:bottom right;padding-bottom:200px;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .talitha-ooc {font-style:italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;} .talitha-division {border-bottom:1px solid #000000;margin:5px auto;width:100%;} .talitha-wc {text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;} .talitha-redflowers p {text-indent:15px;margin:0px;padding:0px 5px;} .talitha-redflowers b {letter-spacing:1px;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-.05em;} .talitha-redflowers img {float:right;vertical-align:text-bottom;} .talitha-poetry {text-align:center;font-size:10px;font-family:Lucida Console, Monaco, monospace;letter-spacing:.5px;word-spacing:.5px;font-variantmall-caps;} .talitha-shade {font-family:Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;color:#696969;text-transform:uppercase;} .talitha-graceful {font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive, sans-serif;font-variant:none;text-transform:lowercase;} .talitha-flowers {font-family:cursive, sans-serif;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 02-13-2011 [html] table © Sie There was an instability within Talitha that spoke volumes of her previous battlewounds. If Caillen had been a wiser man, he might have noticed the way she trembled in spite of his warmth, or perhaps the way she stifled a whimper in the deep warmth of his chest. But he was not wise; He was a fool, the best of the foolish, and knew only that he wanted to help this strange woman. She was older than him, notably, but Cai cared little for age. If anything, it made him more reverent, more careful - She had seen more of the world than his young eyes could hope to see, and the young man respected that avidly.
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Word Count→323 :: She was warm and comfortable, leaning into him like she was, but he seemed sad as he spoke. Eager to make him smile, her attempt to give him something of a kiss brought about a startled jolt. The woman lurched forward, away from him, with a faint grimace. She hadn't expected such a sharp reaction from the seemingly docile male. Though she wasn't injured, or even really upset, he started to stumble through an apology for his action. She listened to the stammer, letting soft laughter filter from her maw. She pressed a russet hand to his chest and shook her head, turning her eyes up to his blue ones from beneath her lashes. "Calm down, dear prince. I'm fine." His concern for her was astounding. No one had ever before taken such offense to their own actions around her. Even Ezekiel, who had followed her to the ends of the wilderness, didn't seem so gentle. But this over sized man, with his clear wolf legacy, treated her like fine china that could so easily break. It reached a soft spot in her heart that she didn't realize was there, except in the presence of her brother and father. "I'm not so delicate that a twitch will hurt me," she reassured. She hoped to ease his mind, but wasn't sure she would be able to. Her dainty fingers tugged at the scarf about his neck, leaning in curiously to study it closer. She wore her own skirt, but she wasn't so used to things made from fabric that were worn around the neck. Necklaces were different, finer and less obtrusive. The scarf seemed awkward, and she wondered if it was uncomfortable. How would he hunt if his neck was restricted? Of course, that was assuming he hunted at all. Apart from his teeth being far too clean, his concern for her comfort and physical well-being left her assuming he really didn't hunt for himself. .talitha-redflowers {font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:0px;word-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;margin:0px 25px;padding:0px;background-image:url(http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/7463 ... flower.png);background-position:bottom right;padding-bottom:200px;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .talitha-ooc {font-style:italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;} .talitha-division {border-bottom:1px solid #000000;margin:5px auto;width:100%;} .talitha-wc {text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;} .talitha-redflowers p {text-indent:15px;margin:0px;padding:0px 5px;} .talitha-redflowers b {letter-spacing:1px;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-.05em;} .talitha-redflowers img {float:right;vertical-align:text-bottom;} .talitha-poetry {text-align:center;font-size:10px;font-family:Lucida Console, Monaco, monospace;letter-spacing:.5px;word-spacing:.5px;font-variantmall-caps;} .talitha-shade {font-family:Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;color:#696969;text-transform:uppercase;} .talitha-graceful {font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive, sans-serif;font-variant:none;text-transform:lowercase;} .talitha-flowers {font-family:cursive, sans-serif;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 02-13-2011 [html] table © Sie The slight weight of her cool palm against his warm chest stilled Caillen, as though he were a skittish stallion to be soothed by her touch and soft words. Floppy collie ears, reminiscent of his mother's half of the family, tilted eagerly towards her as ice-blue eyes shone with concern. The sound of her laughter, a tinkling of bells that broke through his stream of words, confused the large male into silence. Why was she laughing? Was she laughing at him? Ears flopped dejectedly. Oh, he had made a fool of himself, as per usual.
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Word Count→342 :: "Of course not, m'lady. Of course not." Something in his words made her wonder if he truly believed her to be a delicate flower. It was an interesting idea; she hadn't be raised like a dainty princess, even if she believed she was one. She had gotten into messes, and caused trouble, and gone through pain and trauma and horrors that would have destroyed any true china doll. Talitha Lykoi was small and inexperienced, but she wouldn't call herself weak. And yet, as she sat in his arms, comfortable and almost happy, the idea of being so fragile seemed a nice one. Her focus on his scarf brought his focus to the item as well, but it was brief. As soon as it slipped to the side, revealing the pendant beneath it, her crimson gaze focused on the jewelry instead. It was beautiful. She'd never seen intricate pieces, items that showed details and seemed so realistic. Her breath caught for a moment, fingers reaching out to grasp it with care. A stag, with a beautiful blue disc settled between the two antlers. She wondered the story behind it, history that led to its home about Caillen's neck. She started to speak, but was cut off at the sound of a sharp growl, her ears swiveling in search of the culprit. A moment passed before she realized it had been her new companion. Rather, it had been his stomach. It made her realize just how hungry she was herself. She hadn't eaten that morning, or the night before. Winter was hard on everyone, though her appetite waned for other reasons. "Are you as hungry as I am?" she asked, shifting herself to allow for her head to rest on the man's shoulder. The woman was fully prepared to hunt for him, to prepare a meal, even if it was simple. Her place was to take care of those who cared for her, and he had sacrificed his own time to ensure her safety. He deserved to be pampered while she had the stamina. .talitha-redflowers {font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:0px;word-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;margin:0px 25px;padding:0px;background-image:url(http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/7463 ... flower.png);background-position:bottom right;padding-bottom:200px;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .talitha-ooc {font-style:italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;} .talitha-division {border-bottom:1px solid #000000;margin:5px auto;width:100%;} .talitha-wc {text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;} .talitha-redflowers p {text-indent:15px;margin:0px;padding:0px 5px;} .talitha-redflowers b {letter-spacing:1px;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-.05em;} .talitha-redflowers img {float:right;vertical-align:text-bottom;} .talitha-poetry {text-align:center;font-size:10px;font-family:Lucida Console, Monaco, monospace;letter-spacing:.5px;word-spacing:.5px;font-variantmall-caps;} .talitha-shade {font-family:Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;color:#696969;text-transform:uppercase;} .talitha-graceful {font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive, sans-serif;font-variant:none;text-transform:lowercase;} .talitha-flowers {font-family:cursive, sans-serif;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 02-14-2011 [html] table © Sie Talitha didn't seem to mind the insistence of his stomach, as it nagged him mercilessly about its emptiness. After the rumble came a familiar ache, that dulled as the moment passed. It felt as though it had been many days since he had finished off his final reserves of food - strips of dried and cured deer meet that had tasted like old leather, taken from a lucky kill made before the snowstorm had hit. The doe had snagged her foot in one of his snares, and in an effort to break free, had unluckily broken her neck. Normally, his little traps were useless for anything larger than the rangy but delicious hares that remained during the winter season.
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Word Count→327 :: Her own stomach turned uncomfortably as she realized how hungry she truly was. Food would be a wonderful gift at the moment, and she was sure it was the same for the male who had found her. Her crimson eyes wandered over his features in wonderment as she contemplated taking him back to Inferni in order to feed him; the idea was quickly dashed by the image of her father's livid face and Ezekiel's golden gaze. Bringing home an outsider who was so clearly wolf would make her no better than the ones who had helped the wolves during the wars. A wounding thought entered her mind, causing her to pull her smaller body away from the warmth he offered. He was not a coyote. He wasn't a wolf-bound family member who was cursed with the same disease Gabriel had bestowed on his twins. He was just a lone male who bore the same curse, and she shouldn't have begun to feel so comfortable. She stood, pushing her curls out of her face and turning her back to him. "I shouldn't be here," she stated simply, crossing her arms just beneath her ribs. Though she knew she should be back in Inferni, it was too late to leave. She couldn't walk back down the mountains without significant help, and she didn't want to risk him getting too close. A soft sigh escaped from her cream maw as she tried to push the unease to the back of her mind. Food needed to be handled first, and she turned back to face him again with a look of sorrow hidden amongst the crimson irises. "I can walk, if you can show me," she offered, gesturing with a fluid movement to the opening of the cave. It was too late to turn back that she had so quickly tore herself from his embrace, but she didn't want to dwell on the thoughts that had been bred into her mind. .talitha-redflowers {font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:0px;word-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;margin:0px 25px;padding:0px;background-image:url(http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/7463 ... flower.png);background-position:bottom right;padding-bottom:200px;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .talitha-ooc {font-style:italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;} .talitha-division {border-bottom:1px solid #000000;margin:5px auto;width:100%;} .talitha-wc {text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;} .talitha-redflowers p {text-indent:15px;margin:0px;padding:0px 5px;} .talitha-redflowers b {letter-spacing:1px;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-.05em;} .talitha-redflowers img {float:right;vertical-align:text-bottom;} .talitha-poetry {text-align:center;font-size:10px;font-family:Lucida Console, Monaco, monospace;letter-spacing:.5px;word-spacing:.5px;font-variantmall-caps;} .talitha-shade {font-family:Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;color:#696969;text-transform:uppercase;} .talitha-graceful {font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive, sans-serif;font-variant:none;text-transform:lowercase;} .talitha-flowers {font-family:cursive, sans-serif;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 02-18-2011 [html] table © Sie Her sudden coldness confused the gentle giant. She rose swiftly, and he release her instantaneously, rising at a much slower pace but leaving a generous space between their two bodies. What had he done? The handsome brute starved his minds for some offensive detail he had left out - Maybe she had just now decided that he was not worthy of her presence? It seemed a suitable conclusion, and following her next words, the male felt instantly guilty to have assumed he could enjoy her presence in such a manner as to touch her. "I am sorry, Lady," He muttered, gaze downcast and ears flopped dejectedly to show that he was utmost contrite. Of course she was right - Of course she should not be here, with such an oaf as he.
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Word Count→000 :: Fail post. ;~; Sorry, Al. She felt regret for leaving his arms, especially once she saw the way his ears flopped down and gaze fell. His apology twisted at a sense of remorse that lodged itself in the muscles of her heart, a final wrench given as he called her Lady once more. Her russet fingers tapped anxiously against her arms, trying to focus away from how she'd hurt him in such a short moment. Food was the topic of choice, the way to turn his mind (and hers) back onto the right track. She moved to the entrance, motioning and speaking. She could walk, certainly; even if she was ill, she didn't was far from weak. Far, far from weak. Yes, Miss. His proper words made her smile again, a gentle twitch of the lips that was echoed by a deep sense of appreciation behind the ruby irises. He moved into the snow first, offering an arm to the rusted fae with all the charm of a gentleman. The surprise wasn't hidden behind any false feelings as she studied the gesture; never before had a male been so considerate, except perhaps her father and brother. Hesitant, she wrapped her arms around his bicep, pressing her cheek against the shoulder. The hug was brief, and she pulled herself away once again to give him room to walk. "They aren't far, are they? I don't want to go near the foot of the mountains. Someone might be looking for me," she whispered. The smile he offered caused her own to fade just slightly, but she pushed past it and returned the expression with a wide grin of her own. .talitha-redflowers {font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:0px;word-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;margin:0px 25px;padding:0px;background-image:url(http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/7463 ... flower.png);background-position:bottom right;padding-bottom:200px;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .talitha-ooc {font-style:italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;} .talitha-division {border-bottom:1px solid #000000;margin:5px auto;width:100%;} .talitha-wc {text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;} .talitha-redflowers p {text-indent:15px;margin:0px;padding:0px 5px;} .talitha-redflowers b {letter-spacing:1px;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-.05em;} .talitha-redflowers img {float:right;vertical-align:text-bottom;} .talitha-poetry {text-align:center;font-size:10px;font-family:Lucida Console, Monaco, monospace;letter-spacing:.5px;word-spacing:.5px;font-variantmall-caps;} .talitha-shade {font-family:Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;color:#696969;text-transform:uppercase;} .talitha-graceful {font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive, sans-serif;font-variant:none;text-transform:lowercase;} .talitha-flowers {font-family:cursive, sans-serif;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 02-27-2011 [html] table © Sie It would be a lie to state that he was not immensely relieved by her acceptance of his arm. The gentle touch immediately spurned within the male his feelings of melancholia - Rather, the e'er so slight connection filled him with an energy, regardless of the emptiness of his stomach and the gradual failing of his immense, but somewhat clumsy, strength. The gentle giant required food as much as she did, but although the end result was rather urgent, the walk to his snares could be taken at a somewhat leisurely pace as they were not far from the shelter.
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