[m] - blackbird singing in the dead of night - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: [m] - blackbird singing in the dead of night (/showthread.php?tid=13408) Pages:
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- Alaine Winters - 12-23-2010 [html] table © Mel
.alaine-winter .ooc {font-style:italic; } .alaine-winter p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .alaine-winter b {color:#c67a52; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .alaine-winter {background-color:#f5f5f7; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... r_gift.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; -moz-border-radius: 1em; border-radius: 1em; padding:11px 0px 190px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:378px; text-align:justify; } .alaine-winter .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-07-2011 [html] SSWM:443. We can fade to black or play it out, your choice. :] Had Gabriel ever truly gotten to know his son, his first and only legitimate son, he would have balked at the knowledge and faith that Ezekiel placed within his own history. His son understood that heredity made men what they were—that they were all of them made up of ghosts. He would have recognized the need for conquest came from his ancestors, and they had been barbaric and terrible monsters in their own time. He would have tasted the long-gone blood of conquerors who had taken power by force and by chance and known it would forever be so. Gabriel was too, made up of ghosts. One of them, darker than the others, was also a Shadow that even he would never escape. The faithless would never understood why it was he did what he did. To burn, to set fire to unscarred lands, this was done without doubt and without fear. Guilt had no room in his faith. When the Voice spoke, he answered. It was his duty and it was thus owed. No-God was a frightening idea to him. Without his faith, he would become responsible. Everything he would have done would have been for naught. He would need to face the madness even now he fled from, face that madness that was in itself a ghost carried on from the first de le Poer that had born red eyes and slaughtered his brothers. He closed his eyes against her weight, so very frail against his own scarred body. Gabriel would never have imagined her to feel like this now. She was so slight, so much like a girl-child, and yet he knew she was capable of doing him harm. The half breed slowly found her face in the gloom and sought to capture it within his own eyes. How desperately he wanted to explain the world to her, to warn her of such things she knew as truths, but he saw the uselessness in this and held his tongue. Black tendrils snaked over his shoulders, hair unkempt but as sleek as a raven’s wing. Once he had been very beautiful. Now all that was left was a man worn by war and by turmoil. The beauty had left him for the mask of a warrior-king. Gabriel breathed in her scent and knew that even if he wished it, she would never be his. That stung with a bitterness he had not felt since Jezebel’s departure—yet he did not flee from her, as the last woman had fled from him. “I am here,” he reassured her. “Dona nobis pacem,” he whispered a prayer, and closed the distance between them. .gabe-fire .ooc {font-style:italic; } .gabe-fire p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .gabe-fire b {color:#9b590d; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .gabe-fire {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/gabr ... befire.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:251px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:394px; text-align:justify; } .gabe-fire .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Alaine Winters - 01-07-2011 [html] table © Mel
.alaine-winter .ooc {font-style:italic; } .alaine-winter p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .alaine-winter b {color:#c67a52; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .alaine-winter {background-color:#f5f5f7; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... r_gift.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; -moz-border-radius: 1em; border-radius: 1em; padding:11px 0px 190px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:378px; text-align:justify; } .alaine-winter .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-15-2011 [html] SSWM: 500 Once upon a time, a prince and a princess had traveled to a distant land and stolen the treasure of a pirate-king. The story had ended there, but in truth, it had not. Both of these children were perhaps cursed by this treasure, or by their blood alone, to suffer greatly. Pain and fear had come from all parts of the world, from monsters with yellow eyes and crooked teeth, or from men who were supposed to love and protect and instead abused their power. Destiny wove and twisted and destroyed the light that had kept them pure. The prince, once golden, had grown as dark as the charred remains of the worlds he had been set to burn. Now king, he was bound to the path of war and of such terrible things. She, though her scars were few, had been rotting from the inside from that despicable touch. So it came that the two once again met, twice over, and once more the prince saved the princess. Now, though, they were no longer children. The monsters were just as real and just as terrible. They too, perhaps, had become infected by such things. Gabriel had been running for years. He still ran. He ran from feeling, ran headlong into battle because it was there he was capable of tasting what it was he lacked in life. Nothing made him content anymore. He lived, but he did not exist without such things. Blood and fire were as much a part of him as his own thought. Delicate fingers, those destined for the calling of a healer, touched him and set his skin aflame. A shudder caused his skin to ripple like a horse’s, and Gabriel knew then what his body had known since he had first touched her. They would not save each other, but they needed to make each other understand. Gabriel could not tell her with frail words what she needed to hear. Alaine could not explain her hurt. The devil was inside of them both, but they would need to face the darkness together to conquer it, even if this was only temporary. He did not love her, but once he had—once he would have saved her if only he had known what destiny lay in store for them. His hands moved to her back and he lay her down, this time without force. There was no true romance in Gabriel anymore, for another woman had stolen this from him. Yet his eyes were soft for her even as he knew that he might break what was left of her heart. His absence, his inability to be there, it might destroy her. It had done so to another woman. Gabriel lowered his face to the side of her own, seeking to breathe in her scent and know her without walls. Somewhere in the dark, an owl hooted mournfully. .gabe-fireiron .ooc {font-style:italic; } .gabe-fireiron p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .gabe-fireiron b {color:#9b590d; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .gabe-fireiron {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... ndiron.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:160px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: tahoma, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .gabe-fireiron .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Alaine Winters - 01-15-2011 [html] table © Mel
.alaine-winter .ooc {font-style:italic; } .alaine-winter p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .alaine-winter b {color:#c67a52; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .alaine-winter {background-color:#f5f5f7; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... r_gift.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; -moz-border-radius: 1em; border-radius: 1em; padding:11px 0px 190px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:378px; text-align:justify; } .alaine-winter .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-22-2011 [html] +3 The thing that Gabriel had become—for he was too many masks to be a singular idea—was one that in a small way perhaps mirrored the figurehead he served. God was an abstract concept to him, one of both wrath and of love, and one that both cured and brought on suffering. There was a swirling mass of all these things within Gabriel, a hurricane that was caught up in the winds brought on by others. He would destroy her if she allowed him to do so. Her fur was porcelain and a soft shade of the earth in the moonlight, not meant for such a dark place as this. Yet even still he sensed that growing shadow in her. It was familiar to him because it was not unlike his own, though the Shadow that the coy-wolf knew was a much more terrible monster in truth. Haku had been a demon before he had fallen. Gabriel knew that as certainly as he had known that the thing within Laruku was sent to destroy the golden coyote. Men were meant to break. She gripped him and Gabriel heard her voice above the night, felt her fingers grasp his hair with tremendous force, and he knew then that for this night he loved her. His body moved without the aggression it had when he had been with Anu, without the need as it had been with Jezebel. Their scents now mingled in the air around his head, making it light. Gabriel kept his eyes on her, caught in green moonlight and that sorrow within her eyes that he had seen twice over now. His fingers dug into the cold earth and his thrusts became deeper, as if his body instinctively sought to find that shadow within her and destroy it. .gabe-fireiron .ooc {font-style:italic; } .gabe-fireiron p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .gabe-fireiron b {color:#9b590d; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .gabe-fireiron {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... ndiron.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:160px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: tahoma, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .gabe-fireiron .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Alaine Winters - 01-23-2011 [html] table © Mel
.alaine-winter .ooc {font-style:italic; } .alaine-winter p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .alaine-winter b {color:#c67a52; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .alaine-winter {background-color:#f5f5f7; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... r_gift.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; -moz-border-radius: 1em; border-radius: 1em; padding:11px 0px 190px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:378px; text-align:justify; } .alaine-winter .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-27-2011 [html] There was no longer cold and pain—their bodies became things of fire and comfort, things that needed each other in order to survive. Together as they were there was peace, if only temporarily. Together they were locked away in a private world with no hurt, no pain, no fear. And they were crazy to believe this, but believe they did. His body rose to meet her, a hard thing finding soft curves against itself, and Gabriel too felt a growing need within them. Pressure mounted deep within him, demanding, no longer asking, and he now took her as she offered all that she had. A cry to the night, one that filled his head with warm light and an even stronger need, this brought on his own voice—a much lower, feral thing. He exhaled in silvery mist and shuddered against her, feeling her tighten around him, feeling his own spasms rock through his body like little earthquakes. He did not feel her nails on her back. He did not feel anything except for that moment, which felt like death and life and rebirth all at once. Then there was only silence broken by their breathing, broken by the sound of two heartbeats in and out of time. Gabriel leaned over her, supporting himself with strong but scarred arms, panting, and closed his eyes. .gabe-fireiron .ooc {font-style:italic; } .gabe-fireiron p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .gabe-fireiron b {color:#9b590d; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .gabe-fireiron {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... ndiron.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:160px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: tahoma, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .gabe-fireiron .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Alaine Winters - 02-08-2011 [html] table © Mel
.alaine-winter .ooc {font-style:italic; } .alaine-winter p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .alaine-winter b {color:#c67a52; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .alaine-winter {background-color:#f5f5f7; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... r_gift.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; -moz-border-radius: 1em; border-radius: 1em; padding:11px 0px 190px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:378px; text-align:justify; } .alaine-winter .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Gabriel de le Poer - 02-15-2011 [html] Somewhere in his memories there were other faces, other women that he had known in this way. His body knew how to respond to the primal urges within his blood. It was not romantic—he did not love her, he did not desire to be her mate—but they needed each other in this dark place. Deep inside of them were Shadows, born out of hate and despair. The blackened male breathed out as she spoke his name, finally opening his eyes. Under him the woman was a white-brown shadow with deep eyes. He knew she had been wounded deeply, and knew he had done something to her by taking her as he had. Like Anu, he offered her only the reassurance of his body. No loving words, nothing to reassure the woman who was by no means weak. He let her hold him as his body slowly eased. It would take time for his body to release her, for that was the way that his species was made. Gabriel lowered himself to her side, wrapping one arm around her waist protectively. There was nothing he could do now but wait, yet he did give her what comfort he could. His warm body curled against her back, smelling her sweet scent and thinking of her eyes in the dark. She had the potential to become terrible, if she so allowed it. He prayed she would not. .gabe-fireiron .ooc {font-style:italic; } .gabe-fireiron p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .gabe-fireiron b {color:#9b590d; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .gabe-fireiron {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... ndiron.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:160px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: tahoma, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .gabe-fireiron .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> |