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- Theodore Stone - 12-10-2010 [html] ooc;; 10.12.10 inside the caves So the time had come to get his own place inside this damned hell hole. They had arrived three days ago and he had been sleeping on the most uncomfortable piece of ground in the damned place. So it was time to make his own little house out of the rock. He needed somewhere close to the entrance of the Anathema cave openings- part of his role as warrior was to be on guard all the time to intruders. He needed to be able to get out and into what ever was happening quickly. However, winter had driven him back a bit- the bitter winds and snow sweeping into the cave entrances was a serious deterrent to the young man. Although only two years old, he was very sensitive to all seasons and what they could do to you. If he was too close to the door and the bitter winds prevailed throughout the year, he might end up with stiff joints or a cold. And he didnt fancy either of them. .teddysword b {font-weight:bold; color:#292421; letter-spacing:1px; } .teddysword .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .teddysword p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .teddysword {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#5F4C23; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/fnrfag.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 253px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5E2605; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Demi D'Angelo - 12-11-2010 [html] rut ro, pissy demi! Demi stretched out lovingly on her new bedding. The goddess’s little form tucked away amid a variety of blankets and pillows. She had decided on not carrying up a hard to deal with mattress in favor of lots of pillows and blankets. The scene in her little room was pretty much just bed, the room next to it was her lab. Her room was small, covered from the entrance to the back in blankets and pillows for her to sleep where ever she felt. A few small coal oil lamps gave her light along the length of her room but otherwise it was her domain, and no one was allowed entrance unless she gave it to them. She had been drug free for a few days and the headache from detox was getting to her. Demi didn’t like being strung out for weeks at a time so she would regularly cleanse herself and live without for awhile. Currently she was going through her clean phase, where she would aggressively work on projects of hers. Sleep was calling her and she was curled up in her rose colored pajama pants, along with a warm hoodie. She pulled over her form several blankets before her eyes closed, her room being one quite a bit inside the cave, leaving it warm and without wind. Sleep soon found her as she drifted off into a quiet doze. Warm and comfortable and not very irritable. But not for long it seemed. A sound first hit her ears that made her wince and wake from a soft sleep state. Her eyes opened slightly for a moment thinking nothing of it before they fell back closed. BANG and her eyes where wide open again, her floor shook that time as well! A low growl escaped her lips in a non lady like exchange of anger as the sound rocked her again. Finally her form was up, shedding the deliciously comfortable blankets from her form as she walked out into the cave to find the source. Demi’s ears where folded back on her head, along with teeth slightly shone, none too happy to be roused from her perfect little nap. Then those blues found the tall mass of a man as he forced his hammer down once more against the wall and a low growl escaped her madness filled gaze. Oh she didn’t like to be woken up from sleep, not one bit! “Theodore Stone!” she growled out in a low tone “Just what do you think you’re doing?” she asked ears still flat against her head. Theo could for all intensive purposes tear her limb from limb much like the other male she had come across a day or two ago but as usual she knew she was safe so far. Especially since theo had been a brief respite in fun against an otherwise dull and boring week. But right now she could kill him. .demi-t49 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .demi-t49 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .demi-t49 b {color:#3F1612; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .demi-t49 {background-color:#41070C; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/demitable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .demi-t49-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .demi-t49 .inner {margin:186px 10px 10px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style>[/html] - Theodore Stone - 12-11-2010 [html] ooc;; <333 Muscles flexed and strained as he hammered at the wall. The physical labour this involved was exhillerting and he enjoyed the adrenaline pumping through his veins. It made him feel rather manly about what he was doing. Showers of dust had cascaded down his back and head, turning his usually midnight fur dusty and grey. There were a few cracks showing in the wall and he could hear the hollow booming on the other side that said his new home was just a few inches of rock away. He was throwing all his energy into ripping down this wall, but he knew he needed to be careful about what parts he knocked down. He only wanted to make a doorway right now and didnt exactly fancy bringing down the whole cave system as he was doing so. With a brief break in his hammering Teddy had just moments to prepare as an angry Demi marched down the tunnel towards him. .teddysword b {font-weight:bold; color:#292421; letter-spacing:1px; } .teddysword .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .teddysword p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .teddysword {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#5F4C23; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/fnrfag.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 253px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5E2605; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Demi D'Angelo - 12-11-2010 [html] angry demi is angry His words found deaf ears even his greeting was returned with nothing more than a stone cold stare. The goddess was not happy, she was not someone who liked being woken up or disturbed at all. Demi couldn't stand it, the way he talked to her also. Sure she had some fun with him but it meant nothing and now all she wanted to do was rip his throat out. A low growl escaped her lips before her anger furiously bubbled to the surface with him, sure she enjoyed watching him work and especially such a tall imposing figure as he but inside that melon head of his was nothing but a chauvinistic idiot. A hand swiped at his attempt at a kiss not quite in the mood for pleasantries as her growl started to emanate from her throat. Teeth slowly showing as her ears folded all the way back on her head. Her delicate little hand surged forward to slap him but he had already moved back toward his work, a tongue and cheek remark then back to his work… was that all she was to this man? She would have expected a little respect from him, she had given him the same that day but no he was just as hollow as she thought he was the first day she met him. A mistake for sure to let him think he could have her whenever he wanted. That hand that was prepared to strike lashed out against his back side, balled into a crude fist that if connected would probably do more damage to her then him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! You could warn somebody before you start bringing the cave down onto of us!” she yelled, venom laced words forced through a growl and an exposed snarl. He’d know her displeasure and she would leave no doubt that if he wanted seconds he’d have to pay respect to the fiery women. .demi-t49 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .demi-t49 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .demi-t49 b {color:#3F1612; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .demi-t49 {background-color:#41070C; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/demitable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .demi-t49-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .demi-t49 .inner {margin:186px 10px 10px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style>[/html] - Theodore Stone - 12-12-2010 [html] ooc;; fuuunnny angry demi <333 The crack in the wall had given the male a surge in power and he began to seriously hammer at the wall then. The quicker he created a big enough whole, the quicker he could set about refining it into a doorway and clearing out a space inside so that he could sleep. He was thinking about having a sleeping area and then maybe a small closet set aside for his weapons. Maybe a kitchen area if he was thinking fancy. But he had to get there first. With a grunt Teddy hit the wall again and a chunk of rock fell away. It was a few inches thick as he'd first thought and he could see the hole it had made in the wall. It was a clean hole and Teddy only had to pull at the wall around it to free up the space. However, Demi had caught his attention. He had noticed that his quick kiss had been unsuccessful and he had smirked about it as he'd went back to work. .teddysword b {font-weight:bold; color:#292421; letter-spacing:1px; } .teddysword .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .teddysword p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .teddysword {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#5F4C23; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/fnrfag.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 253px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5E2605; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Demi D'Angelo - 12-17-2010 [html] We still planning on him injuring himself?
The little goddess only saw red as the pain in her hand shot through her, and her mind centered on the laughter and the tone of his voice. Did he still think that he had conquered anything? Such a brute. No he’d get his, Demi wouldn’t forget this nor would she let him go unpunished. Her features calmed as he continued his useless rambling, his rather arrogant bravado that seemed to irritate her further. Eyes centered on him seething with hatred. “I was sleeping, you know like our kind does from time to time? If you’re going to go around making all kinds of terrible noise through-out the day warn someone” She was trying to remain calm but her mind was already working on deceitful, terrible things to do to this man to put him in his place. He’d fear her when it was all said and done, and he’d respect her for her position. Maybe it was her mistake after all but that hardly mattered one tiny bit. “Oh and one more thing…” she canted out with a smirk “Watch what you eat” was all she would say to imprint that idea into his tiny little male brain. Let him think that one over for awhile. She wouldn’t hesitate to dose him, not enough to kill but enough to make him want to die. He’d pay for this and pay highly. With that she turned around and started walking back the way she came. If he wanted to play little coal miner then he could. She would just find another place to call her home and sleep there in peace. .demi_rottap .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:14px; padding:11px; color:#000000} .demi_rottap .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:14px; padding:11px; color:#dcc34e} .demi_rottap b {font-weight:bold; color:#ec5145; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000;} .demi_rottap {margin:0 auto; width:455px; background-color:#d87837; background-image:url(http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/9306/demirotap.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #461907; padding: 0px 0px 300px 0px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#916e5e; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Theodore Stone - 12-17-2010 [html] ooc;; coming right up matt dear <333 Teddy could tell that his amazing whit and charm was bouncing off the female with little to no effect. Unlike most wolves who would have given up at this point, Teddy saw only a challenge that needed to be overcome. It didnt exactly register in his mind that he had slept with her a few days ago and that what he was acting like now probably seemed to her to be a reflection of that. If he had only just met her today he would have been exactly the same. Still, he was a very good body language reader and he concealed the grin of triumph as he read in her posture that he had really aggrivated her. It was funny to him that she would be annoyed at him before making his own home. However, her angry words cut through his arrogent brain once more. Sly smile crept over his muzzle as she mentioned sleeping. .teddysword b {font-weight:bold; color:#292421; letter-spacing:1px; } .teddysword .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .teddysword p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .teddysword {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#5F4C23; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/fnrfag.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 253px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5E2605; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Demi D'Angelo - 12-17-2010 [html] daw demi all motherly
She could feel his anger boiling over as she left; it gave her a small sense of satisfaction. Pack rules though would make her threat almost meaningless. Maybe she’d sneak some vision dust on him or something, who knew it could make him smarter she thought. The male had been a good shag, at least he did something right, somehow though she knew if the mood struck her again she wouldn’t be able to resist his dumb charm but for now her anger subsided a bit she let her mind wander back to the nap that was interrupted and unfinished business. The lithe little goddess had almost passed out of ear shot when she heard the commotion and ensuing cussing coming from the brute. The ears on her head perked up as she stopped and looked back at him. Cocking her head to the side she looked over him, watching him clutch his injured arm and hand. Part of her just wanted to leave him to his stupid nature, the young, rebellious and self righteous bitch part of her anyways. The other voice had only come on lately, she couldn’t even fathom why she would want to run back over and offer to help him, but a part of her couldn’t just let him suffer like that. Maybe it was her nurturing taking over, the part of her that was female, that part that was just coming into its own so she wouldn’t murder any of her own children after child birth. The part that would allow her to care for such vile creatures. At least that’s what she thought of them at the moment. Vile life sucking creatures that wouldn’t leave. Dainty feet treaded back to him, no smile was offered in triumph to him, again such oddities displayed for someone who just a moment earlier had been rather rude. Demi sighed softly as she inspected the damage to his arm. In hindsight it was her fault for pissing him off. A small paw found a place to rest on his back as she angled herself for closer inspection. “Theo, you need stitches.” It wasn’t the best time but maybe if they were going to be neighbors she’d need to explain in more detail how she would like for him to treat her. “I’ll fix you up if you promise me one thing. My home is a few yards from yours, if you’re going to make noise, please just come say something. “ that was all she had really wanted even though she was terrible at such things. But his Arm was the first on her list. She offered him a hand to lead him to her home, where she’d have several lamps to light to provide enough light for her to fix him up. Who knew maybe she’d make sure he went through as much pain provided his little outburst, but she’d fix him none the less, and that act alone would speak volumes to him about what type of person she was. .demi_rottap .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:14px; padding:11px; color:#000000} .demi_rottap .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:14px; padding:11px; color:#dcc34e} .demi_rottap b {font-weight:bold; color:#ec5145; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000;} .demi_rottap {margin:0 auto; width:455px; background-color:#d87837; background-image:url(http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/9306/demirotap.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #461907; padding: 0px 0px 300px 0px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#916e5e; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Theodore Stone - 12-21-2010 [html] ooc;; sorry for the wait! ^^ Stinging pain came running up his arm, consuming all his nerve receptors and making sure he damn well knew that he'd cut himself. His knuckles were throbbing and he hurt. But he wasnt going to show all of his pain. He was a man, and more to the point he was a warrior and he was not going to break down and cry. And besides he'd gone through worse than this. He was reminded of the branding on his right shoulder and as if on cue it tingled oddly on his arm. His father had done this to him, kind of like a lot of the things Charles Stone had done to his sons. However, he was distracted once more as the presence of the very woman who had wound him up so returned. He wanted to protest but she was exmaning him now and he remained silent. For a moment Teddy froze as her little hand was placed on his back before he allowed her to steer him down the tunnel. .teddysword b {font-weight:bold; color:#292421; letter-spacing:1px; } .teddysword .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .teddysword p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .teddysword {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#5F4C23; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/fnrfag.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 253px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5E2605; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Demi D'Angelo - 12-28-2010 [html] Doctor D'Angelo reporting for duty
As he sat down and spoke she only offered a small smile to him. She needed to apologize as well, it was after all her fault. Her frame slowly sit down next to him as she pulled a small table to her with all the things she needed to bandage him up. A bottle of Alcohol, needle, thread, even a syringe full of Lidocaine if the big brute was too much of a baby. She sighed quietly as she closed her eyes to focus on the things needed to be done to him. “Sorry Theo, I’m not very nice after getting woke up” she said quietly as she grabbed a rag and poured some alcohol on it to start cleaning up his wounds. The sting of alcohol would hurt and she braced herself for a reaction from him. First she worked over his hand, after cleaning she inspected the cuts and was satisfied that they would heal without much intervention from her. Next the cut on his arm was cleaned, her eyes looking over it with interest. The cut itself was moderately deep, it could use stitches but would heal on it’s own if he didn’t use his arm to much. That though was the problem; it would never heal if he used the arm without stitches. “For this cut Theo, you need stitches, I know you won’t go easy and if I leave it to heal on it’s own it won’t scab and come together. So it’s really not up to you, I can’t have you running around with a wound that is constantly re-opened and get infected. I don’t have my usual stash of antibiotics to treat an infection either so stitches it is” her hand still held his arm before she looked up at the big brute. For such a handsome wolf he was stupid in some respects, not yet a man of wisdom, but then again she wasn’t a women of wisdom either. She offered a small smile before she continued explaining. “I can numb it or I can stitch it like normal, your choice” .demi_rottap .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:14px; padding:11px; color:#000000} .demi_rottap .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:14px; padding:11px; color:#dcc34e} .demi_rottap b {font-weight:bold; color:#ec5145; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000;} .demi_rottap {margin:0 auto; width:455px; background-color:#d87837; background-image:url(http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/9306/demirotap.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #461907; padding: 0px 0px 300px 0px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#916e5e; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Theodore Stone - 12-30-2010 [html] ooc;; cuteness! The throbbing was beginning to get on the dark males nerves and he allowed a scowl to grace his lips. He didnt like being injured all that much and when it was another persons fault he liked it even less. However, a more rational part of his brai chided him- he didnt have to lash out when he got mad. Just because Demi had wound him up, it did not give him the excuse to go hitting things. The dark male wanted to snap at this more rational part of his brain but that would have looked rather odd so he dismissed it instead. This was both of their faults and they were both paying the consequence- Teddy with his injured arm and Demi with her inability to leave an injured dog alone. A smile graced him as Demi apologised as well and he gave a little chuckle before replying. .teddysword b {font-weight:bold; color:#292421; letter-spacing:1px; } .teddysword .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .teddysword p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .teddysword {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#5F4C23; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/fnrfag.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 253px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5E2605; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Demi D'Angelo - 01-02-2011 [html] Oh her brave dumb brute she thought absently mindedly and she shook her head with a smirk. Her snot leaned down to kiss the flesh that had been torn in a simple gesture before the needle was grabbed. And then finally she went to work, both hands working surprisingly fast as if she had done this many times before. Those cute little dainty hands perfectly suited for such work, a revealing look into the talents she cherished alongside the gifts she had been given. Her touch was gentle and even though the pain would come as soon as that needle pierce and when the thread was pulled through her expert attention insured it wouldn’t hurt too badly. “Almost done” she mentioned to him as she started on the fifteenth stitch. Several more would round out the stitch count to 20 and then she’d bandage him and send him on his way. Finally the last stitch was pulled closed, the thread knotted and cut, as her free hand now held his arm to inspect her work. A soft sigh escaped her lips knowing it would be difficult for him to do much with his arm, the skin had been pulled tight over the wound but her stitches where in well and wouldn’t break unless he really got riled up. “Be careful Theo, will hurt a lot tomorrow, and the next day” she squeaked out in her perfect little sonnet of a voice. As an hand grabbed some cloth to start wrapping his hand and arm. Soon she was finished and as she was she stood look over the man with a inquiring eye. She’d offer her room for him to catch some sleep in if she could trust him to behave and as of yet she couldn’t trust him to behave around her. The little goddess let a yawn escape her lips as thoughts of her interrupted sleep returned to her brain. “If you need a place to stay until you get your room all squared away you can stay here? If you can behave” she added with a smirk. Demi wasn’t without kindness and the thoughts of their little trip to Halifax brought blissful thoughts back to her mind but that one day seemed to have been a mistake for both of them. .demi_rottap .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:14px; padding:11px; color:#000000} .demi_rottap .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:14px; padding:11px; color:#dcc34e} .demi_rottap b {font-weight:bold; color:#ec5145; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000;} .demi_rottap {margin:0 auto; width:455px; background-color:#d87837; background-image:url(http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/9306/demirotap.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #461907; padding: 0px 0px 300px 0px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#916e5e; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Theodore Stone - 01-03-2011 [html] ooc;; finish soon? <33 The smirk was missed by the warrior as he gazed down at the raging wound in his arm. He hated being injured, despite the frequency with which he hurt himself. Sometimes it wasnt his fault, but most of the time it was. However, the kiss she placed near the cut was not lost and blue eyes came up to lock onto her own blues as a sly smile spread across his lips. He was vividly reminded of their recon mission to Halifax that had quickly turned into a sex session for both of them. Teddy had most definitely enjoyed himself and he was almost certain that she had too. However, his sly smile did not last for long as dainty hands too hold of his arm and the sharp stab of a needle pentrated his skin. .teddysword b {font-weight:bold; color:#292421; letter-spacing:1px; } .teddysword .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .teddysword p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .teddysword {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#5F4C23; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/fnrfag.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 253px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5E2605; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Demi D'Angelo - 01-06-2011 [html] Drugs are bad mmkaaay
She only chuckled at his comment about the pain, he should have known better. The little syringe would have numbed the pain locally around the wound so he wouldn’t have felt a thing. Such modern miracles! But on the other hand it was good because it meant she wouldn’t be using any of that precious little stash either. Use it for more important issues she gathered. She stood finally raising her arms above her head in a cat like stretch as she returned her gaze back to him. Even sitting down she wasn’t much above eye level with him. She gave him an odd look to his remark, he needed to stop worrying about what his cock wanted to be sure but painkillers. Then his arm and she just laughed at him. “Oh no no no Theo, I won’t be shooting you up with Morphine, or what I like to call more fun. After all I can’t let you get hooked to that stuff then force me to feed your habit. If you truly want something for the pain though, I have a few painkillers in pill form. But those are addictive too if you let them be, can I trust that you won’t become a village burning addict looking for your next fix?” she added with a smirk as she walked around to look about her collection. Several pill bottles where pulled out as she inspected the medical name. She always went by this, even if she put them in another container. Meant she kept her secrets close to her chest. Finally she decided upon a giving him a couple of Lorcets she had found on their eventful trip to Halifax. Holding them in her hand she waited for him to follow up with some manly answer to reaffirm his resolve to not become some junky warrior with rotting teeth. Truth was the pills themselves had to be abused for awhile before someone could grow dependent on them, and the 3 or 4 she would allow him to have wouldn’t do the trick. Although she would make him come to her for his next pill. “I’ll give you one now, and after several hours have passed another. Since I do actually care about not fucking you up to much since I already have physically” she gave him another giggle as she stood in front of him. .demi_rottap .ooc {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:14px; padding:11px; color:#000000} .demi_rottap .ic {font-weight:normal; text-align:left; font-size:14px; padding:11px; color:#dcc34e} .demi_rottap b {font-weight:bold; color:#ec5145; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000;} .demi_rottap {margin:0 auto; width:455px; background-color:#d87837; background-image:url(http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/9306/demirotap.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #461907; padding: 0px 0px 300px 0px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#916e5e; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Theodore Stone - 01-08-2011 [html] ooc;; last post for me dear! <33 Theodore had never been introduced to drugs in his youth. He had heard about these substances on his travels but he had resisted the temptation. He knew that they affected the mind and he wasnt so sure he wanted his mind to be clouded. He was always on alert, always waiting for something to happen. Because in all honesty, it always happened when he least expected it. So he had made sure that he had never been caught off guard. Of course, he was partial to a bit of alcohol now and then but nothing really excessive so that he could not stand. So when Demi began to warn him that he might get addicted a laughing huff came from his mouth. He had never been addicted to anyting in his liffe and as such didn't have an addictive personality. A shake of his head was given in her direction. .teddysword b {font-weight:bold; color:#292421; letter-spacing:1px; } .teddysword .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .teddysword p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .teddysword {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#5F4C23; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/fnrfag.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 253px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#5E2605; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] |