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- Caillen Winters - 12-04-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: I'll NPC Alaine in this thread, probably, or I'll post in her account after you :3 I'm assuming that the hotel is empty but for the three of them XD BACKDATED to Nov 15
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[/html] - Sylvie Ciel - 12-04-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: Okies lovely. :3 WC: 700+ A creak, a groan, a door opening and then pausing as if suspended in time, deteriorating wooden facade its best show for the living. Slender, beautiful, a caramel and ivory statue planted into the hardened wooden floors, claws clicking lightly in betrayal of their owner. Sylvie had been only a few doors down from Alaine's quarter, investigating the emptied haunts of the old hotel-living canines, the lilac princess' hope for locating something useful high. Alas, she was unable to complete her simple quest, her easy search for methods of reviving Alaine's mental state unto it's most functional. The scent of him drifted into the torn old windows, assailing the cracks in the frame with a vigor unusual for the soft-spoken dreamer. His light, airy scent was mingling with musk, decorated with hints of iron blood and pained flesh. The nightmare had engulfed her once cobalt knight, enveloping him in shades of black and blue, bruises newly formed upon tendered flesh and soft soul. With each new herald to the arrival of the now massive wolfdog, Sylvie found herself wishing him away in favor of simple solace. Wishing the exuding anger she felt to be spirited off to a place calm and collected, light and relaxed, until the demonic nightmare within those blue skies was lost once more to an innocent dream. The gate protested harsh treatment, the Hotel's creaking floors cried out in a chorus of angelic pain, the stairs she had once so enjoyed playing on bent to the weight above them. Sylvie had put down her occupation, a toy from their childhood, warn and unused for so long, and now stood at the threshold behind the tall, handsome colliebeast, violet orbs trained on the markings dashed across powerful back, the agitation made obvious by ever twitching tail and clenching fists. Sylvie heard Alaine's words, beginning with the start of the moonspun young lady's name, and ending with surprise and relief, slipping into a tongue she knew not. A will to touch the boy perhaps overtook the elder collie woman, to ensure he was real. Caillen responded in kind, snarling out his angry reprieve. Sylvie stood stunned at the scene before her, rooted to the rotting wood and stone building while he, he dared to confront his mother with all the anger he could muster, talking about knowing everything. Sylvie's bright, fiery eyes narrowed. This could not be true, or he wouldn't be here tearing into his mother, but consoling her, attempting to soothe the pains the lilac colliedog had so painstakingly worked to dull over the past few days. He was a pained child, temper grasping the sanity of his mind and twisting it into a dark tantrum, a yearning for explanation not ready to be given. His was a hurt body, sickened with rage unfounded. Sylvie did her best to intervene... calmly. "Caillen." Came a stern, simple hook, lilting tone dashed with that familiar french accent grasping at the attention of the angry brute. "For what reason do you have to make such a racket? Betrayal, you called it? Your mother has done nothing of the sort." Sylvie sympathized with Alaine. As it were, the raging bull that was Caillen was spouting about Alaine having found someone she cared for, at least enough to enjoy his company on a chilled eve. He was tearing his mother down for something that no creature could live suitably without- love. Companionship. That wondrous thing that kept bringing the gypsy child back from her traveling bands, back from the warm summer eves alone, watching the fireflies dance to a song she dreamed she once knew. "If you are on a witch hunt for a betrayer, start with me." Gliding into the doorway came Sylvie, slender form dappled with natural curves, lilac fur a mottled chocolate fit to entice any man without difficulty. But oh, did her words ring true. She was the original betrayer, the satanic incarnate that so continuously tore their little family apart. Her worry about falling for her adopted brother, her fear at being left behind herself had propelled her forward into the world, and left him behind instead. Wanderlust had taken her in it's stead, but now, finally, the itch in her paws had completed stopped, and she was ready to confront the massive slateblue merle. Ready to take whatever he could throw at her, and do the job he had failed to do himself both innocently and without any regard. Protect her mother.
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[/html] - Caillen Winters - 12-04-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: <3 WOO
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[/html] - Sylvie Ciel - 12-04-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: Ooooh, omnom. <3 WC: 900+ His slow turn, his flattened ears, his frozen eyes of a once beautiful sky now marred with clouds threatening to rock the conscious world with an emotional storm, a hurricane of anger and confusion, lust and love, familiarity and dissent. He stood as if she had shot him in the back, vying for his death in favor of his dam's mental stability. Though Alaine was not her blood mother, Sylvie believed her now to be as close to a mother as she ever had and ever would have. The only person to welcome her back into their life with open arms, compassion unexpected considering the state in which Sylvie had found her, Alaine fast proved to be the mother she never had. For who else would forgive transgressions as quickly as the one she now called her mother? Movement from Alaine momentarily gained a glance from the lilac lady. Sylvie took note of Alaine's reaction to her arrival, feather-duster lashes hiding violet gems for but a moment too long to be a normal blink, her warning well heeded. Sylvie would tread carefully in this dance of danger, this concert of emotional spray, threatening to spill over at any moment. Sylvie had been born, however, in a world where even the slightest ill movement could bring death, a mere pawn to spectral villians bound to the earth by little more than a happy will to live without children, but with servants. Drawing on how she used to handle her... first family, she took up the role of a logical scholar, faithfully listening to Caillen's words. His choice of speech spoke volumes beyond the original meanings of the phrases themselves, deeming her mother corrupted, shamed, as if her attempts at garnering the love of another in a way not unlike how Sylvie and Caillen had once been was the bane of her existence. Like a pimp correcting his merchandise. Violet eyes narrowed at him, hands planted firmly on the curve of each hip, frowning in a manner unfitting a young, yearling lady of her beauty. Sylvie huffed a moment, just a moment, at Caillen's rage-filled reactions, his stinging words about family business merely taking the form they deserved. Sticks and stones would break her bones, but words would never hurt her. Not anymore. "If you ask me, Caillen... you are the one who doesn't belong in this business." His hotheaded reactions were not at all what Alaine needed right now, as fragile a mindset as she was in. One would have thought a raging bull such as Caillen, claiming that he knew everything... knew everything. "Shame. What is shameful about her situation? If you know everything as you so claim... you would know that Alaine and Daisuke have a great relationship. You would know that they consensually joined together, with no regret..." Ivory and lilac arms crossed over silky white chest, pert breasts pressed beneath the gesture as gently curved hips slanted to one side. "They met as dear friends and left as more. But... do you know this? Your mother fell pregnant... and miscarried." Sympathy shot through amethyst facets as her gaze shifted to Alaine a moment, apologies abound before vanishing again into the flaming orchid stones, the anger evident in her eyes, and yet not on her tongue. "And now here you are, snapping at her as if no one could have your mother but yourself. A selfish, bratty reaction, cursing your mother for finding someone she enjoys and then bearing your siblings dead." She said icily, caramel and creme plume twitching agitatedly. She knew what she was getting herself into. The look in his eyes... it reminded her of that terrible night... the night her innocence vanished with the warm summer breeze, stolen with no remorse, no consensual feelings. "It is you who should be ashamed, Caillen." She stared at the once joyous young man, seeing, for a moment, the whelp he once was, with too-large paws and over-sized ears, stuttering persistently over everything except story telling. Her love, her light, the adorable babe she so adored as she grew, so cried for in every instance of pain, yearning for his comfort, his protection. That sweet dreamer was lost, blind to the truth in favor of a terrible spin on his once noble quest to protect the women in his life... when they didn't need protection. And then, when they did, he was unable to be there. This time he wasn't needed, wasn't required to protect his mother from anyone. "After all... it's not like she had anyone here." She narrowed her eyes at him again, this a stab directed at him, though she shared the same stab. Both of them had left their mother all alone to wallow in the dark depths of her mind, searching for sunshine. Daisuke and his golden fur fit the profile well. He was a nice wolf, she had heard, and Alaine had met him previously, enjoying his company long before Caillen had ever left her along. Alaine spoke highly of the golden brute, and Sylvie respected her opinion. And so, once again, Caillen was the tall, handsome brute he was now, his eyes flashing wild and tongue cutting flesh as if tipped with a blade. "And now... I must ask you to leave." If he wouldn't go peaceably, she would find methods to make him leave. With how he glared at her, his own eyes sick with mixed personas, she might be able to exchange herself for Alaine, and lead the boy out of the hotel... for a time. "You can come back once you have regained your sense." She said sternly, motherly... almost a spitting image of Alaine, barring her obviously differently colored pelt and contrasting eyes. And now, she would see how he would react.
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[/html] - Caillen Winters - 12-04-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: 900+ words?! YOU GO GLEN COCO (Powerplay approved by Sylvie)
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[/html] - Sylvie Ciel - 12-04-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: xDD I just found a lot of muse there, is all. WC: 800+ He roared in protest, but Sylvie would not have it. It was rude to interrupt someone while they were speaking, after all. And finally, moments after her request was completed, the male was upon her, forcing the ivory and caramel damsel against the wall as both of his heavy paws smacked against the wood on either side of her head. Ivory daggers were so close to claiming purchase in her face, hot, ragged breath sending goosebumps up and down silky furred body. And yet... Sylvie didn't even flinch. She stared back at the much stronger fellow, defiance roaring within orchid petal eyes as a forest fire claimed the light shade of those gentle orbs. Caillen was embodying her once terrifying dreams of a russet-hued beast determined to kill her, doing whatever he might to try and scare the maiden into a conformist's stupor. She refused to give in, even as his words brought white incisors closer and closer to her maw. "I know I have more sense than you do right now." She said icily, returning his hot breath with her own, chocolate nose twitching in slight annoyance. Caillen really needed a mint. "And as for shame... for being there..." She said slowly, deliberately. "You know not what kind of shame I felt to be tossed away by my own mother." He knew of her story, he knew better. She had always been envious of him for the fact that Alaine would never rid herself of her boy... despite he being as much a bastard child as she. "I've been here for nearly a week now. So the better question is... what do you know about being there?" Alaine's claws interrupted their words, causing the raging brute to whirl away from his once dearest friend, sending his mother sprawling onto the ground with a cry. Sylvie moved to assist Alaine, crossed arms falling in favor of reaching for her mentally unstable guardian. Stooping into a squat, silky plume dragged upon the snarled wooden floor as lilac damsel hoisted her foster mother back up. "Are you alright, Alaine?" She said quietly, patting the cream and ivory female's arm, both of her flopped ears trained on any movement from Caillen. She hoped the poor woman was, considering what she was going through right then- both mentally and physically. Her demons were back to haunt her in the form of her once angelic children as they stayed nearly claw to throat with one another. For a moment, Sylvie considered her foster-mother's condition before turning to Caillen, now between his powerful bulk and Alaine's frail form. What was she doing, staring death so defiantly in the face? What was he doing, thinking such terrible thoughts in regards to what made life worth living? What were they doing, fighting over something so completely lost in translation? What... what were they even fighting about? It began with something as simple as Caillen's belief in Alaine shaming herself by finding someone to fill the void in her life the pair of them had so caused. And then it escalated into a pissing match. Who was the better child, Sylvie, the foster-daughter who so fervently desired to traverse the world and leave her loved ones in her absence, worrying constantly about her safety? Or Caillen, the slayed dreamer that once brought so much happiness into the lives of the two females, but now only brought fear and worry? Was she still the stricken princess she was then, constantly in distress when faced with even something so simple as a hug? Was he still the bubbling dreamer, afflicted with an adorable stutter and a sweet, sheltered disposition? They had seen so much more of the world since their departure from one another, and ultimately, from Alaine. What did Alaine think of all this, cowering in her grief-stricken world of dark sunshine and broken hearts? Sylvie's resolve hardened, but her thusfar frozen heart, the bruised flesh ever-beating within her, pumping her life with each second seemed to shatter, dispersing into a million pieces, leaving only a single, painful shard in the core of her battle-stance'd form. No more would she stand idly by. The princess was no longer accepting her fate as a damsel in distress, one of two weaker persons cornered by a stronger opponent. Like the stories Caillen once spun for her enjoyment, the soft, moon-spun young lady took up the role of the valiant prince, determined to do whatever she could to protect her cream and ivory damsel from the viscous beast. In hand to hand combat, she would surely lose... but if she could kite the slower hybrid... she stood a much, much higher chance of chasing him out. "I'll ask you one more time. Please leave." She said sternly, eyes burning violently. Though she lacked a weapon, or even the upper hand, Sylvie would protect Alaine at all costs... Caillen had not only failed his quest... he had become the very thing he once sought to protect the pair of collie girls from. He was the viscous beast.
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[/html] - Caillen Winters - 12-05-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: this shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s
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[/html] - Sylvie Ciel - 12-05-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: Bananassssss~ WC: 900+ As Sylvie stood her ground, assuming the position once held by the cobalt knight before her, Caillen growled once more, his eyes burning in conjunction with her own. His words rang true, and Sylvie felt herself falter. "You broke me, Sylvie Ciel," Broke me... broke me... destroyed his beliefs and his reasoning in one fell swoop. Left him behind too many times. Took him for granted... she had always believed he would be there, no matter when she left, or when she returned... never truly appreciated him for what he was. He held her heart in his hands for as long as she had known him, though she hadn't seen him as much as she so wanted. In an effort to protect her dreamer from the nightmares of the world, she had sent him to experience them alone. And she knew it. The results of her actions would plague her for the rest of her life. And she knew it. But if there was one thing she also knew, it was that these transgressions were capable of being forgiven. And if there was one thing Sylvie always did... it was forgive. Forgive and forget was a phrase attached to the gypsy damsel for as long as she could remember. She had forgiven her parents, her assailant... and now, she needed to forgive herself... and hopefully garner Caillen's forgiveness in return. Life would not go on in a civil manner if neither things were accomplished, but sitting here, listening to Caillen's words... such a chance seemed far, far away. For though Sylvie had no idea what on earth Caillen was saying, the tone in which it was said was an utter insult. An accent, naught noticeable until now, danced over his words, that childish stutter gone. Sylvie could not understand it. As Alaine collapsed into her arms, sobbing, Sylvie watched with muted eyes as her once beloved friend slipped out the door, vanishing into the darkening hall of the creaking Chien Hotel. Torn, Sylvie looked to Alaine, and then to the empty space where Caillen had been. She was the one being left behind, left to care for a broken woman while the one who so broke her walked away unscathed. Was this what it felt like, when she didn't come home to Caillen and Alaine once again? Her heart was already completely disintegrated, broken shards of a once frozen crystal, dull with lack of use... but she wasn't yet done. What was left of her soul cried out to do something. And something she did do. Sweeping Alaine off her feet, Sylvie carried the light fairy woman to the bed she had been occupying the past few days, setting her down upon its soft, feathery form. Retrieving a blanket and pillow, the younger collie dog took a deep, heaving sigh, and spoke. "Alaine... please stay here. I will return shortly... there is... something I have to say to him before he leaves again." Giving the crying female a quick nuzzle under the chin fluff, Sylvie covered her up and headed for the doorway, pausing a moment to recollect herself before vanishing into the darkness. This time, this time she would indeed be coming back. Racing down the staircase three at a time, the nimble sylph agilely dashed out the creaking doorway to the Chien Hotel and out onto the overgrown lawn, nose to the air in search of that familiar scent, that ever prevalent smell that clung to Caillen as the scent of the ocean so clung to Sylvie. Once more she took to her feet, claws digging into the frozen earth while tongue lolled in a pant. The adrenaline was truly kicking in now, and Sylvie found herself wheeling around tree trunks without so much as a glance in their directions. Left, right, left... there! A hulking form lumbered ahead of her, the scent a match for her quarry. "Caillen!" She called, still running to catch up to him. Sylvie refused to just lie down and let him leave without a decent goodbye simply because he was pissed off. She needed a better reason than that. She needed to convince Caillen to return to his senses and not make threats about slaying Daisuke. She needed... she needed to see him as not the slate and ivory monster that had been terrorizing its own mother, but as himself. And though he was very, very angry, Sylvie hoped that, through it all, she could still see that inkling of his old self somewhere in those flaming amytal gems, that vibrant orange mop, that twitching frown. What had taken such a hold on her dreamer? Her pace slowed as she finally caught up to him, panting lightly as violet gems waxed in and out of a roaring flame. "I know this won't help, but..." she said, shaking her head. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I hope that, maybe, you can forgive me... and see that your mother being with Daisuke... it's not bad as you make it out to be." She sighed a little, frowning softly. There wasn't much else for her to say, to do, or even to think, that could possibly change the brute's mind beyond that... and so the lilac and alabaster marked beauty bowed her head a moment and turned away, intending on returning to the Hotel to comfort Alaine and reassure her that she was still alive. "Take care of yourself... we'll miss you." She said finally, beginning her trek away, slowly at first, one hand raised in a gesture of goodbye, before her hand dropped and she started walking at a more normal pace, the tears welling up in her eyes left unchecked in the darkened evening light. It wasn't like Caillen would see them... well.
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[/html] - Caillen Winters - 12-05-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: i am derp, hear me roar
[/html] - Sylvie Ciel - 12-05-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: <3 End? WC: 700+ It seemed that she was getting away. Escaping the pain of her lost love while he looked on, silent. For a moment, she believed he had finally heard her. And then his large hand was tight around slender arm, stirring within Sylvie a cauldron of fear. Would she really be back to Alaine today? As he spun her, she consented, an electric feeling dashing up her body before he finally released her. He refused to look her in the eye, to see the drying tears streaking silky caramel and cream cheeks. Her tears were stopped, frozen in time as Caillen's actions betrayed his feelings. He had calmed down considerably... regained much of his sense. True to her word, she would have allowed him back into the Hotel at this point. His exhausted face slipped from expression to expression while Sylvie patiently awaited his verdict, stiff and cold in the chilling night air. Sylvie watched vaguely as Caillen stumbled over his words, an indiscernible phrase mangled by the situation. She rubbed her eyes quickly, doing her best to clear her face of the salty water. A comprehensible phrase left him, regarding his mother, still waiting alone in the hotel for Sylvie's return. She nodded slowly, eyes closing a moment, violet gems lost beneath chocolate lashes. "Aye... I will." She said softly, wondering if this would be the time to leave him be... until something fluttered down upon ivory footpaw. Amethyst gems opened and looked down, surprised to see Caillen's scarf sitting upon her toes. As she bent down to retrieve it, Caillen spoke, explaining his need to leave for a little while. Sylvie sighed quietly, and wrapped the worn checkered scarf around her own neck, the long fraying piece of clothing obviously too large for her... but it held fast to Caillen's scent... at least something to remember him by. "Please... come back sooner or later..." She said softly, almost begging the larger male, toying with the trim on his scarf while staring at her feet. She would miss him, despite that heated fight, miss him, despite having left him behind, miss him no matter what happened. Silky plume swished agitatedly while the previously snappy miss came down off her angry tangent, taking the time to breathe away from caring for Alaine as a moment to balance herself. "And watch out for the traveling caravans... they have a tendency for trouble..." She reflexively rubbed the back of her neck, fingers easily dividing silky fur to feel the long scars hidden by her thick ruff. In lupus or secui form, Sylvie would never be able to hide them, while in optime her mane grew long enough to cover the spots without hair. She didn't want Caillen to be subjected to the same thing she had been... though his sheer size would likely fend off any attacks. Her eyes slipped shut again as chocolate nose vanished for a moment within the thick scarf, memorizing any changes to his scent before she once again looked Caillen in the eye. "Take it easy, Caillen..." She said quietly, gently, one slender ivory hand settling onto blue merle muscle, gently touching the now scabbed pricks from Alaine's claws, inciting a moment of tenderness for the broken-hearted female. How many times had her heart broken in light of him? Too many to count. It was a wonder the crystalline muscle continued to beat, continued to stay attached to a soul pulsing with as much pain as itself. A dull ache settled into Sylvie's chest as she retrieved her hand, eyes on the ground, fairy maw directed in the same direction, floppy ears low to her head. This would be goodbye once again, wouldn't it? It was always so much easier to leave without saying goodbye... without having to feel the breaking of her bruised and torn heart each and every time. She sighed quietly, glancing up at him again. "I... I lo... I hope you find what you're looking for." She smiled wanly, corners of her mouth quirking upward to form the slight, sheepish grin, before once more she would turn and start back to the Hotel. Alaine would likely be worrying herself sick, wondering if they had fought enough to harm each other on her behalf. She almost wished he would chase her again, but that would be asking too much too soon. Both of them were emotionally drained, dripping invisible wounds cut by the daggers of verbal abusers and vagabonds- only time could tell if he would return again.
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