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- Theodore Stone - 01-28-2011 [html] ooc;; 28.01.11 Serene Sands The wind was feeling playful today, but it was strong enough to pose a threat to the smaller in habitants of Anathema. There were quite a few of them now and Teddy had heard that there would be more soon. He wasnt a puppy kind of guy, didnt enjoy being kind to them because they got upset with his gruff manner. So he stayed away from them most of the time. Of course, living in a pack with a few of them made complete avoidal impossible. But he managed pretty well to stay away from most of them. The beach was a nice place to sit and think, which also wasnt a very nice pass time for the man. He wasnt big on thinking- he was an acting kind of guy. He was impulsive and often rude, loud and brash about what he wanted and where he wanted to be. word count;; 426 .theo-o39 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-o39 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-o39 b {color:#506181; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-o39 {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8F8F8F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } .theo-o39-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Liev Morozov - 01-28-2011 [html] Hai!
The Russian had been born to serve and protect his pack, don't matter which it was. And doing so, he felt complete. Whole. Like serving a pack was and had always been part of him. Those few months he spent as a wanderer, searching for this place, felt like he had been a ghost, a ghoul walking lost in the world. He killed, ate, traveled and slept, all for himself. It didn't have the same feeling it did when you were doing such things for a greater good besides yourself. And even now, he made a point to know the territories of his new pack like the palm of his hand. And so he would, once he was done mapping these lands. Only a few details were missing, and that's what he was looking for. Sand numbing lightly the paw pads of the Optime male, he held a compass in one hand, pieces of paper on the other, a sharp piece of hollow bone - taken from the ankle of the deer him, Nyx and Alaki had brought done not long ago - and a flask of ink hanging besides his flask on his leather belt. His sivery trumpet hanged over one of his shoulders. He wasn't sure why he was bringing int along, but he was. From time to time, he would stop, spread his sheets of paper, wet the tip of the bone pen on the ink, take out his compass and scribble down the landscape. While skipping along some boulders, the gray man noticed a familiar black shadow. Theodore? What was he doing here all by himself. Through the few, short times they had spent together, the ex-General noticed this wasn't much of a thinker. Carefully, the other slipped down and climbed up the few rocks, not being so careful about making too much noise; he wanted to be notied. Soon enough, both bulky males were departed by just a yard and a half.
"Theodore?" The foreigner spoke with his deep, accented voice. Slowly, he sat down besides the other male, but not so close. He could tell when someone did not wish to be so close from another. "Good afternoon." The other spoke, solemnly, and stared at the sea, like the other was doing, hoping to see if there was something intersting out there, or if the Marbas was just daydreaming or something. Which did not sound all that good for him. .liev-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .liev-a01 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .liev-a01 b {color:#9fd5e1; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .liev-a01 {background-color:#0c1316;background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... image1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .liev-a01-border {width:400px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;} .liev-a01 .inner { height:250px; overflow:auto; margin:10px 10px 100px 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 - 01-28-2011 [html] ooc;; <333 Blue eyes were uncaring as they watched the dead penguin being tossed around in the waves. If he were to look at it symbollically, he might be able to say that really, this is what life was like. You were tossed from one place to the other with no real guidance to where your path was. You were controlled and manipulated by the sea of people around you and someday you convince yourself that the path you are on in the one you chose and that you are there because you want to be. You would say that you knew where you were headed from the word go and now that you'd ended up there, you would be influenced by nobody. You were alone in your enlightened path and you would be superior that you beat the sea of influences around you. It would be total shit, but some people are crazy enough to think it. Of course, if Teddy were to start symbolising anything in his surrondings, it was well past the time to take him to Demi to see if something was wrong with him. So instead he remained stoic and staring on his rock as he gazed out to sea, trying to keep track of the black and white body floating there. word count;; 679 .theo-o39 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-o39 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-o39 b {color:#506181; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-o39 {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8F8F8F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } .theo-o39-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Liev Morozov - 01-28-2011 [html] Hai!
The other answered his second greeting, but then stood quiet for a while. In a mere second, the pale gray male pondered in sketchng out the shoreline. He also could tell Theodore wasn't a man of many words, and neither was him. If he had to spoke, it would be with reason, even though he would not deny if one wished to do small talk. It was a reason, afterall. However, the third time the black warrior spoke, the sentence was surprising, if not random. He frowned for a second, but then noticed the black man's gesture to the see, and pushed his frame a bit further to have a clear view. At first, it was just a black and white form swinging with the waves. Soon, however, fins, feet and a beak emerged, and the male finally could tell it was a penguin. For living up in the north, he only knew penguins by pictures in books and paintings. It was the first time he saw one in real life "Yes, I do... But how did it got here, so far north?" He answered, the last phrase more to himself, simply wondering. The foreign wolf had a wild curiosity, which he found his greatest flaw. Now, there was no need to hold it back, but in other situations, the male would be forced to swallow his curiousity and walk away. Most of the times he let it get the better of him, things did not ended well.
But there sure must be a reason for the Marbas to talk about a corpse floating in the sea. And the sheperd's curious mind pinched at the back of his brain, slightly thoughtful what would the reason be. .liev-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .liev-a01 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .liev-a01 b {color:#9fd5e1; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .liev-a01 {background-color:#0c1316;background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... image1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .liev-a01-border {width:400px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;} .liev-a01 .inner { height:250px; overflow:auto; margin:10px 10px 100px 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 - 01-29-2011 [html] ooc;; <333 Though the silence between them wasnt long, Teddy knew it wasnt uncomfortable. They were both warriors, even if Liev had chosen the path of animal caring. Of course, the Marbas didnt think any less of the man- he had probably had enough to bloodshed for now and they needed someone to look after their animals anyway. But deep down, the calm grey man was a warrior. Teddy wondered for a moment about what Liev had told him about alchemy- about the wind that had tugged him from his home land and made him come all the way here. It was an odd story certainly, but Teddy wasnt one to question. Impulsivity was something he lived by and to stop and question the world around him wasnt his style. word count;; 433 .theo-o39 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-o39 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-o39 b {color:#506181; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-o39 {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8F8F8F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } .theo-o39-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Liev Morozov - 01-29-2011 [html] Hai!
Once hs papers were safe, he dropped it betweent him and Theodore, sniffing the airfor a second. Besides the natural umidity of the air, thanks to the sea, there was the scent characteristic of a big storm. Living under a treacherous weather, all the members of his old pack grew used to reading the weather as if reading a book; it came naturally to them. The black male shrugged off with a suggestion to why the penguin went here, and the pale man simply nodded in reply. He knew those warm penguins were usually smaller than the ones far South, but they never tended to live to far from the Equador. Perhaps the currents had brough it here? Who knows? Even though the weather made the sea look maddening, the black lupus offered the other for a swim. He glared at the other, one brow risen up. For a second, the older Luperci saw the danger lust in the bright blue eyes, and a frown formed on his face. The foreinger had been guessing the other warrior was getting lost in the adrenaline thrill. It was commong to see warriors fall in battle or do stupid things, just for the rush the chemical gave to his muscles, brain and heart; It was a dangerous path to follow, and few survived for long with that addiction. Maybe, however, if they made it before the storm got stronger, it wouldn't be all that bad. Besides,he was curious to study the anatomy of a penguin. He rested the rest of his belongings next to the backpack, got up and stretched his back. "Well, if you want to get the penguin, be my guest. As long as we go and be back before the storm catches us, I'm fine with it." He spoke, matter of factly. He longed to understand how different the penguin body was from a regular bird's, and how many adaptations it needed to survive in the cold weathers. Not only that, the manw as use to swim. In freezing cold waters that could freeze you in fifteen minutes, but he could swim.
Not waiting for the other, he entered the water, feeling it. It' wasn't as cold as he used to waters being, but not that it was a bad thing. The wet sand beneath his feet were also weird, but he could live with it. With a quick glance behind himself to make sure the other was following, he submerged for a second before surfacing, swimming in a crawl fashion, in which was the fastest way he could swim. .liev-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .liev-a01 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .liev-a01 b {color:#9fd5e1; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .liev-a01 {background-color:#0c1316;background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... image1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .liev-a01-border {width:400px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;} .liev-a01 .inner { height:250px; overflow:auto; margin:10px 10px 100px 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 - 01-30-2011 [html] ooc;; <333 Teddy could practically smell the apprehension in the air, the hesitation with which the Russian man considered the offer. Of course, he was from a much colder climate and may have been apprehensive about getting into the water that probably would have frozen him back home. Teddy wondered for a moment if there was a reason Liev had not taken up in the warrior tier- was there a reason he didnt wish to take up a trade he knew well in. Or perhaps it had something to do with the rush one got when one did something reckless or stupid, the pumping of adrenaline through the veins that made one feel indestructable. However, the Russain appeared to have put his misgivings aside as he spoke, clearly trying to lay down some ground rules. word count;; 328 .theo-o39 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-o39 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-o39 b {color:#506181; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-o39 {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8F8F8F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } .theo-o39-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Liev Morozov - 01-31-2011 [html] Hai!
The thunders began to roar louder and louder, and the aprehension in him grew steadily. he himself, knew the very worst side of storm, and he knew it after feeling it with his own body. The General was often severe on all of the creatures to test them and see if they were worthy of residing in this planet, as well as the driest and hottest of summers. Those were all tests, and until now, he had proved himself by enduring all of them. And now, the sea seemed to wish to throw his own test on both the warriors. Which wasn't very pleasant-sounding. Luckily, he made it to the corpse not too later on, but he wished to find where Theodore was before returning. He would certainly feel bad if he was the only one coming back ashore. Just doesn't seemed fair. They weren't in a race, after all! He kicked his feet furiously, trying to keep as much of his body outside the water, purple eyes scanning the dark water in search for an even darker spot in the waves, two blue flashlights glued in said form. Unfortunately, he couldn't find him. He frowned at that, but glanced to the sky, and shivered. It was pitch black, and he could still see the sun. Not good. Oh, so not good! Sadly, he couldn't help but to aim back ashore. Knowing storm so well, he could tell this was going to be a nasty one for sure. His survival instinct was stronger than the will to help the other male. And it sure was strong. In the same way he swam until here, he swam back to the beach.
Once safe on shore, he dropped the penguin near his objects, rather carelessly. The Russian was now safe, so the will to find the other Anatheman took over him, and from atop the boulder, purple orbs searched furiously for any signs of the male. The foreigner bit his lower lip, aprehension taking over him. Where was Theodore?! .liev-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .liev-a01 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .liev-a01 b {color:#9fd5e1; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .liev-a01 {background-color:#0c1316;background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... image1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .liev-a01-border {width:400px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;} .liev-a01 .inner { height:250px; overflow:auto; margin:10px 10px 100px 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 - 01-31-2011 [html] ooc;; <333 He'd lost Liev. Well, it wasnt exactly difficult to lose someone in the ocean, but he'd still expected to keep an eye on the Russian. He didnt know which way the man had gone, nor did he really see where the penguin was either. But the current against his body, threatening to tug him further and further out to sea now they'd gotten past the point where the to currents met, had brought a smile to the warriors face. The utter uncontrolled manner to which his body was flung back and forward was exhillerating if not terrifying. And the fear was also what placed a smile on the mans lips. He wanted to lose himself, wanted to know that maybe some day his body would be washed ashore, chunks taken from it in a wild manner. Of course, the young warrior was neither suicidal nor sadistic- he was just a little loopy right now. Blue eyes blinked as he pushed these thoughts from his mind. word count;; 451 .theo-o39 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-o39 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-o39 b {color:#506181; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-o39 {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8F8F8F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } .theo-o39-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Liev Morozov - 01-31-2011 [html] I'll just rply as if I hadn't edited the other post, k? :<
.liev-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .liev-a01 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .liev-a01 b {color:#9fd5e1; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .liev-a01 {background-color:#0c1316;background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... image1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .liev-a01-border {width:400px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;} .liev-a01 .inner { height:250px; overflow:auto; margin:10px 10px 100px 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 - 02-01-2011 [html] ooc;; yeah that kind of makes sense <333 He had shifted forms when he first jumped into the ocean, copying Liev so that it was easier to swim out towards the penguin. He was finding it a great help now. The storm was beginning to upset the sea- the Sea Mother roaring her disgust at the sky and throwing her waves around like the angered ruffles of a skirt. And there were stil two wolves caught in the middle of her angry skirt-throwing. Teddy had succeeded in catching the Russians eye and they had struck for shore without further adue. Liev hadnt replied, knowing that they were caught out in the storm with only a few minutes to get ashore. They ricked everything out here and Teddy knew that if Liev didnt make it back it would be on his shoulders for the rest of his life. word count;; 365 .theo-o39 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-o39 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-o39 b {color:#506181; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-o39 {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8F8F8F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } .theo-o39-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Liev Morozov - 02-01-2011 [html] hehehe
No. No, no, no, no, NO!! The man kept on muttering inside his head, purple orbs open widely. Then, his good sense and survival knowledge couldn't wait any longer for the other, knowing it was too much of a time for someone to be underwater. In a gray flash, he raced to back to the water with long steps, feet sinking in the sand deeply. In a jact, he was inside the water, and swam to the point where the other was last seen. It wasn't that far from the bottom, but then a black form was seeable from the deep of the water, though rather blurry. The salty water was burning his eyes, but he didn't mind. Theodore's life was far more important. With quick, strong legs, he pushed himself deeper into the wild currents, fighting to keep a steady path. Once close enough, experient eyes searched for the source of his trapping, and found out it was the folds from some rocks on the sea bed. He hold onto one of those folds with one hand, careful not to get trapped as well, and worked on his feet as quickly as possible. His lungs were beggining to complaing for the lack of air, but he could bear it a bit more. As soon as the Marbas' foot was loose, his lungs ad begun to almost shriek for the so much needed oxigen. Using the sea floor, he pushed himself upwards with his legs, one of his arms holding Theodore's limp body onto his side, the other hand helping the legs to get him out. The closer he got to the surfacde, the worse the pain in his chest. However, when his eyes were beginning to flatter as well, he was out, and gasped loudly, hungry lungs swallowing as much air as possible, before coughing a bit of the salty, yucky water. Finally, he brought his legs and single arm to push hismelf back to the shore. Luckily, it wasn't too far, and the current was almost helping him back. With aa most relieved sigh, the Russian crawled back ashore, fur once again dripping water. This time, though, he did not waisted time to shake the liquid off. He rolled the black warrior to his side. Quick movements came almost instinctively to him. First, he placed his head side to his chest, hering. His heart was beating, but his lungs had a bit of water on them, and strugged to breath to it. The older man held one of his palms in the middle of Theodore's chest, the other above it, fingers enlacing together, and with steady, strong pushes, he forced the chest up and down 5 times each, then proceeded to hold the others's nosetrils closed while breathing the from his own lungs into the dark man. How could Theodore be so reckless?!? So stupid, so careless, so--! The Russian regreted to accept that stupid idea. Good grief, the warrior should have known better! If the passed out Anatheman did not wake up, Liev wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He should have stopped him, talked some sense into him. They shouldn't have got into the sea.
"C'mon, Theodore. Don't you die on me, lad!" He spoke while pumping on his chest, purple eyes desperate to see any sign of him getting back to his senses. .liev-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .liev-a01 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .liev-a01 b {color:#9fd5e1; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .liev-a01 {background-color:#0c1316;background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... image1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .liev-a01-border {width:400px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;} .liev-a01 .inner { height:250px; overflow:auto; margin:10px 10px 100px 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 - 02-02-2011 [html] ooc;; powerplay permitted, due to the fact that teddy is unconscious! <333
The numb tendrils of unconsciousness rubbed his body and his mind. He couldnt think, he couldnt breath and he knew he was dying. There was far too much water in his lungs and the desperate need to breath dragged more water in. If he wasnt drowning, he would have laughed at how ironic drowning was. He was dying because of his desperate need to live- the need to live had him dragging in deep breaths of water, and thereby choking and drowning him. Of course, he was past conscious thought at this point, his eyes closed and his body limp. He thought he felt a tug at his foot and then he was floating. Up and up. He thought of Demi for a moment and the panic gripped him once more. He had lost his mind the day before and she seemed downright terrified of him. Would he never see her again? word count;; 478 .theo-o39 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-o39 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-o39 b {color:#506181; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-o39 {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8F8F8F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } .theo-o39-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Liev Morozov - 02-16-2011 Sorry for the lateness... Blame the PC that crashed... >~> Finally, Liev felt that the air he was pushing down Theodore's throat push back off, the the black male's chest beneath him heaved up. When his back arched up, gasping for more oxygen, the Russian hoped off him and sat on the sand, the widest of smiles stuck on his lips. Gratitude words came from the warrior's dry throat, and the grayish man simply nodded, the joy of not having to return home with the Marbas' dead body and having to mourn the lost of a great warrior made him happy as a summer day. "Good grief, thanks heaven you're alive! I thought-- I--" He started, his voice coming as uneven as the black male's in front of him. "Don't you ever do that to me again!" He said, almost giggling, in the break of a nervous breakdown. Yes, he had been through that before, but right now, it had been his fault. He was the one to blame. Instead of stopping the other from that recklessness, from that... suicide! He took sometime to calm hi breathing and heart beat, but finally, he got up, knees slightly trembling with the adrenaline still on his veins. "Let's go back? I don't wish to get caught up in this." He said taking a guilting glance at the dark clouds above their heads. The Russian stretched out one of his hands for the other, a kind smile on his face. - Theodore Stone - 03-04-2011 [html] ooc;; so sorry for this! thread finished! don't forget to PM your points so i can add it up to the game! <33
His cest and throat ached severly and the young Marbas didnt think he would be able to speak for again for a few moments. The words spoken to the shepherd had taken it out of him. Laying on the beach, gazing up at the dark sky the young warrior didnt care much when the rain began to sting his eyes. Fur already soaking wet and saturated with water he didnt feel in on his skin but he could feel it on his eyes and on his nose. He knew they would need to move soon, to get back to the Anathema safehold and under the cover of the caves when the storm hit. But he couldnt move for the moment, his muscles screaming in protest whenever he considered moving. It was Liev trying to drag him up that finally made him sit. White gloved hand moved up to massage his throat whilst blue eyes and black ears looked up as the man spoke. The reprieve was touching and Teddy clapped a hand on the grey mans shoulders for reassurance. word count;; 478 .theo-o39 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .theo-o39 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .theo-o39 b {color:#506181; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .theo-o39 {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/theodore.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8F8F8F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 250px 0px; } .theo-o39-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] |