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- Tala Djose - 01-02-2011 [html] 5+ Tala had always been a fan of little trinkets and jewelry when she had been young. She had seen women wearing rings and necklaces when she was a pup and had always felt a pang of want to have one of her own, one she could say was hers and that nobody else had to ake back after she was done playing with it. Some men had down pendants around their necks too, though it had been much more rare in that pack to see Men decorate themselves with such things.
.wintertable2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#262626; letter-spacing:1px; } .wintertable2 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .wintertable2 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .wintertable2 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#E4E4E4; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/m7wc61.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 232px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636363; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Davyn Nefae - 01-03-2011 [html] wc 366 Davyn relished the feel of her hand in his, and her words touched him deeply. He did blame himself for the death of his family, just as the alpha of his pack had, but she was right; what was done was done, it was in the past, and there was nothing he would be able to do to change what had passed. The pendant that Tala had given him so readily already felt like a part of his body; there was no way it would be leaving its place around his neck anytime soon. Her laughter warmed his soul, making him grin with her. He just couldn't help it; her presence alone made him want to smile throughout the livelong day. Before they headed back to his den, Davyn thought of something. "What kind of tea would you like? I live to serve you, milady." He spoke with a wide grin, his brogue starting to slip out in full. The silver wolf was anything but rude, and eager to please the amber eyed woman who stood beside him. He knelt, lifting the box of trinkets, handing it to her. Davyn handled it carefully, as if it were her heart. This woman had certainly captured his. As they came in sight of the tree that sheltered his den, his thoughts begin to race. Oh dear, are the logs ready to be put on the fire? Do I have enough kindling? Are the mugs clean? Is the kettle full of water? What are we going to talk about once we get in there? Will I have the right kind of tea for her? What if she doesn’t like my den? His palms began to sweat slightly in his anxiety, so eager as he was to impress and please his fair lady. The male paused, realizing something. He knew suddenly, with every fiber of his being, that she trusted him, and his glad heart soared on golden wings. Nothing could bring him down, except for her to walk away, which he really, really hoped she wouldn’t do. Davyn had no idea what he would do if she turned her back on their budding friendship. "Welcome to my humble abode." .davynsnow b {font-weight:bold; color:#021F2B; letter-spacing:1px; } .davynsnow .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .davynsnow p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .davynsnow {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#EAEEF9; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/i5bp0h.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 238px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Tala Djose - 01-03-2011 [html] 5+ Tala had almost forgotten about the box. If the man in front of her had not picked it up and handed it to her as he had, she might very well have left it there, only to remember tomorrow and fret about it until she once again retrieved it. She whispered a soft thank you, almost embarrassed about it, even thought she had yet to leave it behind. Though he seemed to have chippered up pretty well, so she was glad. Seeing sorrow in his eyes sunk her heart. She wanted to make him smile, laugh, she wanted Davyn to be happy. The man had her, whether she was completely aware or not. He had stolen her heart.
.wintertable2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#262626; letter-spacing:1px; } .wintertable2 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .wintertable2 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .wintertable2 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#E4E4E4; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/m7wc61.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 232px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636363; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Davyn Nefae - 01-03-2011 [html] wc 389 To be in her life? That was all he ever wanted, starting from the moment his silver eyes had met her striking amber eyes. Her arm, wrapped around his, felt so right, like they were meant to be together. He looked down at their intertwined arms, seeing the sight several years in the future. Davyn's throat went dry at the thought, hoping, to every god and goddess out there who would listen, that the sight would be one he would see for years into the future. When her soft words reached his ears, Davyn puffed up his chest, overjoyed that she liked the setting. Her approval made him that much happier to have chosen this spot for his den. He helped her down into the warmth of the den, sighing slightly in relief as he stepped down behind her. The coals from the night before were still glowing, so it wasn't that hard to get the fire crackling again; a little kindling and a small log, and the fire cracked, smoke filtering up through the opening in the roof. Davyn moved a pot over to a stone next to the fire, water making it heavy as he added the necessary leaves and spices to create a tea he hoped she would like. "If you like, you can get the mugs ready. I don't know how you like your tea; there's some sugar sitting on the desk over there." Davyn gestured towards the desk, completely content with having her in his home; it was like she belonged there. As the water heated up, he sat back, content to watch her investigating his home, watching her pixie-like figure with fascination. His eyes followed her every move, and he smiled, losing himself to his future filled thoughts. He could easily picture her living here with him, falling asleep in his arms, her presence filling the den with light. Davyn knew that she had caught his heart, and she could have it; it was nothing with him—with her, he felt complete. He sighed. With Tala in the den, it finally felt like a home, finally felt completely finished. She was the missing link, in so many ways. He just didn’t know if she felt the same way. He certainly hoped that she did, but there was only one way to find out. .davynsnow b {font-weight:bold; color:#021F2B; letter-spacing:1px; } .davynsnow .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .davynsnow p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .davynsnow {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#EAEEF9; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/i5bp0h.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 238px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Tala Djose - 01-03-2011 [html] 3+ Tala could see the pride the male showed when it came to his home. He should be proud too, he did an immaculate job, digging a den this big, so well supported and having a vent that did not collapse on itself. It was truly a work of art. She smiled and let her head press briefly to his shoulder. Having her hand on his arm, the size difference made her feel like a doll. She felt like she belonged here, her hand fitting on his arm like they had been born with that touch in mind. How had he managed to capture her like this? He made her head spin, her heart dance and her breathe get caught on its own feet.
.wintertable2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#262626; letter-spacing:1px; } .wintertable2 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .wintertable2 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .wintertable2 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#E4E4E4; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/m7wc61.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 232px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636363; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Davyn Nefae - 01-03-2011 [html] wc 233 Having her pressed against him felt so right in so many ways. Davyn poured their tea, handing her the hot mug carefully, so as not to spill any tea on her. He sat next to her, holding his mug in one hand. He thought for a moment, then carefully moved to wrap his other arm around her, aiming to pull her closer to his body. He hoped that she wouldn't pull away, but if she did, he would release her. When Tala asked to see some of his work, Davyn's mind went into overdrive. There were careful sketches of her and the land tucked away in his desk, but if she wanted to see them, they were hers to see. "By all means, have at it. Most of my work is in the desk drawer; help yourself." He wanted to see the look on her beautiful face when she saw the sketches he had rendered of her. They were mostly of her in her Optime form, as that was what he had seen her in most, but some were also portraits of her face. He had been trying to capture the emotions and thoughts that so often flitted across her face. He took a sip of his tea, finally cool enough to thoroughly enjoy. It was just the perfect strength, warming him to the bones as her presence warmed him to the soul. .davynsnow b {font-weight:bold; color:#021F2B; letter-spacing:1px; } .davynsnow .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .davynsnow p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .davynsnow {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#EAEEF9; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/i5bp0h.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 238px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Tala Djose - 01-03-2011 [html] 3+ Tala took the mug with soft whispers of thank you as she held the warm cup in her hands. She took a long inhale of the steam and let it clear her sinuses like some sort of magic. It certainly smelt lovely. She was releaved to have him sit next to her again. The warmth of his body was far better than any warmed cup. She blew against the top of the cup softly before she felt his warm wrap around her. She blinked before her eyes shut softly, she leaned further into his shoulder, letting her head rest against his neck with eyes shut and a soft smile on her face. His scent was so strong in here, and it smelt even more lovely then before.
.wintertable2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#262626; letter-spacing:1px; } .wintertable2 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .wintertable2 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .wintertable2 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#E4E4E4; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/m7wc61.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 232px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636363; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Davyn Nefae - 01-03-2011 [html] wc 318 Davyn was slightly surprised when she sank against him, her warm breath brushing against his neck, and held his breath. He was afraid that if he drew in even a single breath, this wonderful setting would shatter, like some false promise created by a faerie queen. Tala's scent mingled with that of the woodsmoke and tea, and Davyn could easily picture her here, in his home, dancing and laughing without a single care in the world. She fit so perfectly against his body, he briefly tightened his grip in a sort of half hug before releasing her reluctantly. The silence enveloped them...but it wasn't an awkward silence, It was the silence of friends, content to simply be in each other's company, no need for words or vocalizations of thoughts. He sighed, completely content. He never wanted this feeling to end, and he marveled at the fact that he had found it here, in the Valley, with a pixie who had stolen his heart. When she spoke, Davyn looked down at her, taking in every raspy word. "You are quite welcome, Tala, but it is I should be thanking you. You have filled my world with light, in the few days that I have known you. No other wolf has ever done that for me, and you have made me see the world in a completely different light." He smiled softly. Indeed, she had changed his point of view. His art now reflected light, where before his sketches had been without, as dark and dismal as his thoughts had been. “I am deeply honored and happy to call you my friend, Tala. Your presence has calmed my soul, made it look forward to every glance you grace me with. I can’t possibly imagine what life in this Valley might have been like had I not met you…” His voice trailed off, caught once more in her bright amber gaze. .davynsnow b {font-weight:bold; color:#021F2B; letter-spacing:1px; } .davynsnow .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .davynsnow p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .davynsnow {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#EAEEF9; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/i5bp0h.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 238px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Tala Djose - 01-03-2011 [html] 3+ The dappled femme had been so very glad that he did not retract when she nuzzled against his body. She knew that it was highly unlikely considering he had just placed his arm around her, though the option had still been there. The warmed mug was brought to her lips and she took in another drag of the brewed liquid only to smile, it truly was delicious. Far different than what she was used to drinking, which was only water. Being in Lupus form left very little beverage options. This was like a treat to her.
.wintertable2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#262626; letter-spacing:1px; } .wintertable2 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .wintertable2 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .wintertable2 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#E4E4E4; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/m7wc61.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 232px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636363; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Davyn Nefae - 01-03-2011 [html] wc 330 The tea had warmed his body, and he felt the warmth spreading to the extremities furthest from the crackling fire. It felt wonderful, to have this lovely woman sitting next to him in front of a roaring fire, right in his own home. Davyn looked around slowly, making sure everything was in its righteous place; he didn't have much on the walls, yet, but as soon as spring came around there would be flowers and leaves braided together with grass decorating the walls, and herbs ready to be used, sitting on a shelf he had not yet carved out in the wall. When she looked up at him, with that darling smile of hers, his breath caught. He found himself wishing to see that beautiful smile every day for the rest of his life... "You have definitely made me smile more in the past few days than I have in months; thank you, Tala. I would have to say that we are both extremely blessed..." He paused, seeing the hesitation in her eyes. "Did I say something..." Davyn stopped, completely caught off guard as she, ever so gently, kissed his cheek. If his blush didn't match hers, he would have been extremely surprised. No woman had ever kissed him, and if they had thought about it, it was pretty obvious that they had scoffed at such a radical idea. So when Tala's lips met the fur of Davyn's cheek, he sat in shock, completely speechless for once. His thoughts were thrown into havoc, and he could not track a single one of them down and pinpoint what the actual thought was. Once Davyn regained what little composure he had left, he caught one of her twitching hands in his own. Watching her eyes for any sign of negative reaction, he slowly brought her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently. This woman had captured him, heart and soul. He could only hope she might feel the same way. .davynsnow b {font-weight:bold; color:#021F2B; letter-spacing:1px; } .davynsnow .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .davynsnow p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .davynsnow {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#EAEEF9; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/i5bp0h.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 238px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Tala Djose - 01-04-2011 [html] out of character text The man had shown no negative emotions as of right now, so that was a good thing, right? The dappled femme wasn't sure exactly why she was so worried he'd get mad. He had fallen completely silent, and his eyes were wide. She was still, staring at her tea entirely now. Hoping something, anything would happen that would give her some sort of sign as to what was running through that man's head.
.wintertable2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#262626; letter-spacing:1px; } .wintertable2 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .wintertable2 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .wintertable2 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#E4E4E4; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/m7wc61.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 232px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636363; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Davyn Nefae - 01-04-2011 [html] wc 327; poem quoted anonymously Davyn smiled at her. "Tala, there is no way I could ever be upset in your presence, especially by anything you do." He rose slowly, crossing the few steps to his desk. He opened the drawer, pulling out a bundle of papers, leaving one at the bottom of the drawer; that piece of art was not yet done, and he planned on giving it to her as a gift...later. Davyn nervously handed the bundle of papers to her, pulling one scrap out of the pile. "I never finished the poem, but I have another one I think you might like..." His voice trailed off, worried that she might not like the poem he had chosen to read to her, one he had found in his studies at the university in Halifax. The decision had been made in a split second, but the poem had been practically screaming at him to be shared. He felt nervous as he cleared his throat; he knew the poem by heart, having read it every night since acquiring it. Davyn raised his eyes from the paper, watching her eyes for any reaction as he quoted the poem: For smiling once again, You've filled my life with peaceful dreams and you've become my closest friend. You've shared your heartfelt secrets If life should end tomorrow His voice trailed off as the last words spun in his head. Davyn found himself suddenly wanting to kiss her, but once again, he could not tell what her reaction might be to such an action, and so he carefully held himself in check, but only just. It was a huge test of self control, one that he was not entirely sure he could pull off. .davynsnow b {font-weight:bold; color:#021F2B; letter-spacing:1px; } .davynsnow .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .davynsnow p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .davynsnow {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#EAEEF9; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/i5bp0h.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 238px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Tala Djose - 01-04-2011 [html] 3+ His words were reassuring, settling any sort of doubt she had in her actions and choices she made around him. They were settled, but not entirely gone. Tala would always be the type to worry about what other people thought and how she treated them. It was down to the bone, and it would never fade. Even as life went on, that trait stuck with her like it was part of her very DNA."Thank you, hearing you say that means a lot to me Davyn. It's nice... to not have to worry to much." If she had a tail, it would probably have wagged behind her. In lupus form it wagged slightly, in Optime it seemed impossible.
.wintertable2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#262626; letter-spacing:1px; } .wintertable2 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .wintertable2 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .wintertable2 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#E4E4E4; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/m7wc61.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 232px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636363; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Davyn Nefae - 01-04-2011 [html] sorry for the short post...wc 277 When her eyes turned soft, Davyn felt the stern wall of self control crumble, caught in the web that sweet fate had woven for the two of them. Her amber eyes drew him towards her, almost as if the chain that hung around his neck was pulling him closer and closer to her, and he had no will to even try and stop it. "The poem was written a long time ago, and yet, every time I read it, the only face that comes to mind is yours, Tala." His voice had dropped an octave, emanating from his chest in a deep rumble. Davyn knelt in front of her, scared to touch her, as if she were some faerie, prone to disappear at any moment if the slightest wrong move was made. Her scent swirled around him, and Davyn was slightly alarmed to find that his hands were shaking from nervousness. He leaned his head down slightly, so that he could look directly into her eyes, hoping that she would not pull away from his intended action... He raised his hands to frame Tala's face, barely touching her fur, marveling at the size difference. His hands practically swallowed her face as his thumbs gently ghosted over her cheek bones. Davyn was scared, more now than he had ever been. This was all completely new to him: the feelings, the rushes of adrenaline, everything about being in this lovely woman's presence made his blood boil. "May I?" He would not proceed further without her explicit permission. He wanted to badly to show her that she was so amazingly beautiful to him, in every way humanly...er...possible to wolf kind. .davynsnow b {font-weight:bold; color:#021F2B; letter-spacing:1px; } .davynsnow .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .davynsnow p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .davynsnow {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#EAEEF9; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/i5bp0h.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 238px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Tala Djose - 01-04-2011 [html] 3+ Those words, so deep yet illuminating if soft echoes had the femme knowing that there was no lie in his heart. He was telling her the truth when he said that. The feeling it gave her, it made everything seem to shine, like this world had just been taken over by some sort of heaven. Her breathe caught in her lungs and her eyes shut softly, she was almost unprepared in what to respond to that with. "Things of old can blossom into something sweeter than it was before. You've done that to me Davyn. I want so badly to be here with you every day. I want to smell your scent of clover and earth, see those silver eyes when I wake up each morning and hear your voice like it was a lullaby. You intoxicate me." He had managed to get the words out of her. She had yet to actually say it, rather than think it. He deserved to know.
.wintertable2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#262626; letter-spacing:1px; } .wintertable2 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .wintertable2 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .wintertable2 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#E4E4E4; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/m7wc61.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 232px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636363; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Davyn Nefae - 01-04-2011 [html] Davala!!!! wc 225 Her words caught him completely off guard, and to hear her sweet voice utter them...Davyn found it hard to swallow, so overcome with emotion at her words as he was. His heart spun in frantic circles, and his mind could do little more than stutter as his maw opened and closed repeatedly without words. He could simply find no words to reply to such sweet words. Her nod, as slight as it was, released the knot that had been tightening in his stomach, and he let out an audible breath, closing the minimal distance between them. Sensation took over, Davyn's mind went completely blank, and his silver orbs closed, all to better savor the sensations and emotions washing over him. He was dragged under the wave, and Davyn didn't particularly care if he drowned in the wave, as long as his fair lady were the cause. He was falling, hard, and he heard his mother's voice, whispering to him in the dark of his memory. She had told him that when he found THE ONE, the one he wanted to share his life with, to hang on for dear life and hope to never let go. Davyn felt, deep in his heart, that she was the one, and her words had only solidified the feeling and the thoughts that swirled around such an inexpressible emotion. .davynsnow b {font-weight:bold; color:#021F2B; letter-spacing:1px; } .davynsnow .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .davynsnow p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .davynsnow {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#EAEEF9; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/i5bp0h.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 238px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Tala Djose - 01-04-2011 [html] Sooo cute <3 Everything seemed to freeze at that very moment. Excluding them of course. The air seemed to stop moving, wind was halted, cold was demolished and even the fire had frozen over. None of it mattered, it didn't need to exist at this moment in time. She had been so releaved that she was not the only one who had felt the tense in their bodies, to lose breathe and see starts when they saw the others eyes. How very happy she was. Her hand tightened around his the moment their distance had been closed. Her eyes shut in an absolute bliss. Everything seemed perfect, made just for them.
.wintertable2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#262626; letter-spacing:1px; } .wintertable2 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .wintertable2 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .wintertable2 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#E4E4E4; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/m7wc61.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 232px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#636363; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Davyn Nefae - 01-05-2011 [html] wc 305, song quoted: Learn to be Lonely, Minnie Driver Time stood still; Davyn couldn't tell which heart beat louder--his or hers. It was utter perfection, the overflow of sensation that flooded between the two of them, and Davyn knew that after this brief taste, he would never be satiated. When he was a pup, he had had dreams of finding the one, the one person he could look away from the mystery and intrigue of art and history for. His mother had always told him stories, but she had had the tone of voice that belied her disbelief. She had never thought that a wolf whose head was so far in the stars could ever find a suitable mate. She sang a lullaby to him and his sisters on the nights when it stormed... Born into emptiness Learn to be lonely Learn to find your way in darkness Who will be there for you Never dreamed out in the world So laugh in your loneliness Learn to be lonely Davyn had listened to that lullaby night after night, and after a while, he had started to believe it was true. Until the day he had met Tala..."I believe that we all have soul mates in this world, romantically or otherwise." He leaned his forehead against hers, breathing in her scent, hoping for something he did not yet know. “So, according to that logic, we are both lucky, are we not?” His breathing was starting to settle, his eyes starting to focus once more. .davynsnow b {font-weight:bold; color:#021F2B; letter-spacing:1px; } .davynsnow .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .davynsnow p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .davynsnow {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#EAEEF9; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/i5bp0h.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 238px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] |