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- Conor Soul - 05-09-2010 [html] <style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> Private, Jassypants! He regretted he had let his half-sister’s greenhouse stand neglected for so long. He had watched from afar the previous summer when a member that no longer lived here had helped her create it. He had been blue-eyed and ignorant of its use back then, but a few days after her disappearance he had entered the little house made of glass and pursed his lips in awe of the wonders. He had never touched anything though, but he knew that his sensitive sister would never come back. He had not seen her warm hued form for so long now and absently wondered how she was. It was a given that he had, shortly after her disappearance, taken the time to track down her fading scent and found it digging into the Crimson Dreams territory. Anu’s scent hand lingered as well, and he had broken off the trail and returned home with the knowledge that she was safe.
He recognized the plants now, and some of the choices of herbs surprised him. They were no doubt poisonous, and could even in small amounts be classified as very lethal. He could not imagine how and why his soft hearted sister had kept them. The yearling did not pay too much attention to the choices of herbs right now though. His only task today would be to clean out the weed that had somehow managed to get into what once had been nice rows dedicated to plants of purpose. There was much useful here, but without care there was so much death. Everything should have been dead, but something had shattered a few of the windows posing as roof, and rain had helped sustain life. The day was bright and the sun warmed his golden pelt as the young leader’s nose faced the dirt and clawed fingers ripped and tugged away at the endless amounts of wildly growing weed. - Bris Stormbringer - 05-12-2010 [html]
- Conor Soul - 05-20-2010 [html] <style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> <3 300+ Although she probably had made it obvious that she was approaching, Conor’s mind had flown far away and was completely oblivious of her presence until her voice rose up into the warm spring air and slammed him back into his body as she pronounced his name. He did not stir and jump though. Golden audits turned to take in her gentle voice and the lilac gaze settled on her soft hues. He had always been fascinated by Bris’ beautiful eyes. It was a similar hue of lavender they carried, but she only had one. Her other eye held rich oceans, the beautiful colour of the sky. Or at least, he liked to think so. Fingers continued to dig into the crispy soil and tossed weed aside as he turned his gaze back to what he was doing. ”It is good to see you, Bris.” he spoke softly, allowing a weak—though genuine—smile dance upon dark lips. He recognized the soft warmth massaging the inner walls of his chest. It was happiness. He was glad to see her.
Fingers paused and he turned fully from the green life to gaze upon the canine. Company was never a bad thing, and he found that he hoped she had sought him out for other reasons than official pack matters. Life no doubt turned more social when you wore a leader’s title, but friendships had bloomed as well in the most peculiar ways. He found that he connected much better with those he surrounded himself with after Haku had been overthrown. This was not because of his newfound status, but because the dark shadow with the glowing blue eyes was no longer here. Conor had more responsibilities and work than ever, but he had never felt this liberated. Not even as a child by his mother’s side. Haku had always blocked out the sun. ”It’s a beautiful day. I’m trying to breathe life into Coli’s old greenhouse,” the boy explained lightly, crossing his legs and gazing up at the young woman. - Bris Stormbringer - 05-20-2010 [html]
- Conor Soul - 05-26-2010 [html] <style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> <3 500+ The soft spoken male nodded as Bris correctly established that Coli was his sister. It came as a little surprise to hear that Bris had never met the blue eyed half sister of his, but the timeline from his younger days was slightly blurry. Perhaps Coli left before Bris had returned to Dahlia. He shrugged, not putting much importance into it. As far as he knew Coli was living a happy life in Crimson Dreams. ”She’s my older half-sister.” The Anu woman he had met back then had seemed so very in love with Coli’s shy nature, and he hoped his half-sibling had found a life she could live together with that love. Kind souls deserved happy endings, and that was one of the reasons why Conor had decided to stay within close proximity of Alexey Koios. It was because the latte coated woman had wished for it. It had hurt him to be so close to a person he had loved but could not have, but he had done it for her. He wished for those around him to be happy.
He watched the young woman slip her satchel off and place it on one of the tables before she sunk down into the soft soil on her knees. He had believed she had wanted to take up a specific topic—had a reason to come here, but as her fingers started to dig after the weed and their tricky roots, Conor returned to the soil and the work awaiting him there. Her hands were slower than his, and it was not hard to notice that the reason why was because she seemed uncertain of which plants should belong here and who didn’t. She was helpful nonetheless, simply looking at the appearance of the plants he forced up and away from their home. ”Thank you,” the male breathed lightly, still weeding the area. There existed silence between them, but it was the soft, comfortable kind. It was sort of beautiful.
”Some of these plants are poisonous if you prepare them a certain way,” he decided to reveal, wondering if the woman already knew. He was not sure exactly what to make of this. ”I think Coli longed for justice.” he concluded, almost wishing that his half-sibling had found the courage to poison their father. Haku deserved death, but none had been able to deal the last blow to the beast yet. ”I’m very sorry about Kol, Bris,” he then decided to say, moving his lilac orbs to her face. It was cruel of him to bring up the dead sister in such a way, but how else could it be done? It was important for the Soul male to appreciate those who had sacrificed their lives for Dahlia, even if it had truly been for nothing. ”She was a wonderful person, just like you.” A soft, though sorrowful smile graced his lips now. He just wanted Bris to know this. - Bris Stormbringer - 05-26-2010 [html]
- Conor Soul - 06-10-2010 [html] <style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> Sooooo sorry for the wait, love <33 300+ It was uncertain if the young male noted the soft blush beneath the ivory cheeks of the young woman. If he did, he hid it well. In the past he would have reacted to such a thing with rosy cheeks of his own, but he had changed. Little seemed to be able to push him off his feet—not even the shock that had taken him back when he had realized that he would have to take up the responsibility of a leader when Haku’s terror had ended. It was not that he went untouched by everything around him, but he seemed able to cope well in ways he had not imagined was possible. Chaos could still reign within his chest and head, but he found that there was always a tranquillity he could put on to create a thin mask of control.
Her words concerning Haku caused his golden audits to settle low on top of his bright hued skull. It had been far from a happy fairytale, but the devil with the blue eyes was gone now and he could only pray that he did not stir up hell and conflicts elsewhere. The young male had gone through tough times in his childhood, but it was the presence that counted and at the moment he found happiness more easily than he had thought possible. No life could be perfect and the young Soul accepted this and basked in the small moments of harmony that he was granted daily. He did not ask for more. He was grateful that he had not become his father’s shadow. It could easily have gone wrong.
He felt immensely bad for bringing sorrow forth in her uniquely hued eyes. The colours turned to liquid purple and sapphire. He almost wished he could take back the words that caused the tears to be released. Just almost—Kol did not deserve to be forgotten, and Bris needed to hear this, no matter if the hurt clawed her heart raw inside her chest. He lost her to the hurt and for a moment he watched her lithe body tremble silently. Grief was a natural part of life. If anything, it was something pure and beautiful. It was the very proof of love and devotion, and the young male’s respect for the Stormbringer female had never been greater. Conor was not entirely certain of how to react to this outbreak, but the woman deserved more than nothing.
He slowly shifted, moving closer to her and placed a hand on the young female’s back. He wanted to hold her, but they did not know each other, and the thing he wanted least right now was to upset the poor thing worse. ”I’m sorry, Bris,” the male breathed silently, lilac eyes soft with sympathy. - Bris Stormbringer - 06-10-2010 [html] OOC: I'm gonna do it again. =X YOU INSPIRE ME AND IT'S NOT AS BUSY TODAY! <33333 Time stood still as Bris gave in to her grief. She hated herself; hated herself for letting Kol die, hated herself for a useless act of misplaced revenge, and hated herself even more by showing her weakness to her leader. Even as a child, when the looks of fear and disgust from her Stormbringer relatives would build up and push her to tears, Bris never let anyone know. She would always find a secluded spot to go bury herself in the shadows, tears streaming down her cheeks like rain and the quietest of sobs pouring from her throat. To show the pain was weakness in her eyes, and her relatives hated her enough already for simply being what she was. She was the spawn of forced breeding between her mother and the leader of the Stormbringer's age-old enemy: the Dawnrunners. And unlike her other four littermates, that fact was plastered all over Bris' flawlessly white coat. Kol and Dreyrugr had been the only two souls who'd ever known of her pain, and now one was gone for good and the other was missing. Despite how her heart screamed at her to stop, Bris couldn't hold back her tears. She knew she'd broken down in front of the worst possible person, her alpha, but try as she might she could not dam the river that poured from her mismatched eyes. The yearling could only curse herself silently over and over as she made such a pitiful display. And then suddenly, calm started to seep into the turmoil of her soul. It started with an unmistakable feeling of warmth on her back, and Bris welcomed the touch like the sunrise after a stormy night. Her sobs began to slow, her breathing began to deepen, and Conor's voice flowed like sweet honey over the sourness of her sorrow. It was still a small while before Bris could breathe calmly enough to get any words past her lips. When she did, they were pained, but full of genuine gratitude and the beginnings of regained composure. "Thank you...Conor. I'm sorry you had to see that, but thank you." As her tear-filled amethyst and topaz eyes met her leader's of soft lilac, a gentle smile pulled at the corners of the girl's lips. Somehow, she felt a soft light fill her soul again, and though she knew she would probably have countless more nights of sorrow ahead, she knew she could get through it. Bris still felt ashamed at her little break-down, and would probably never lose her composure to anyone else, but she had to admit that finally unbottling everything she'd been feeling had actually felt...good. The pain was still there, but it wasn't threatening to overwhelm the yearling and devour her like it had been before. Breathing in a deep intake of fresh earthy air, Bris wiped the tears from her cheeks and gave the male a larger smile before plowing back into the work the two of them had begun. Maybe things really would be alright. "So how's your sister doing, anyway? Didn't she move to another pack nearby?" Her little moment of depression now over, Bris was eager to return to the more pleasant exchange they'd been having prior. Besides, Conor and Coli were pretty much both the antithesis to their father's darkness, and the Stormbringer truly wanted to know more about them. Maybe she wouldn't turn into her father either, after all. Table by Kiri/Jenny!! |