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- Malachi - 03-27-2011 [html]
"speech" - Savina Marino - 04-02-2011 [html] Sadface bonding time! For a long time Savina had been confined to the mansion. Her wounds had made it hard to move about, nearly impossible. Usually being inside Haven Manor was a comfort, but it had quickly become a suffocating cage to the mourning mother. She wished to see no one, and even if one desired to be with her usually her voice was kept securely buried inside. The Consul was filled with such self blame and grief that all she wanted to be was alone. The only solace she found was brief intervals of light sleep, before the dreams came. The dream was always the same. She saw the back of Denali as if through a mist. The mother would call to him, crying, begging for his forgiveness, but either he could not hear her or he ignored her. The Marino always woke with tears staining her face and she would curl tighter around that metal mask. The only piece of her son she had left. As the days and weeks had passed, her body had begun to recover, though her heart still bled. Whenever she could she would leave the Manor and get as far away as she could. Usually she could make her way back by nightfall, but there had been a few occasions where she had needed to be fetched back by her family. Savina never called for help on these occasions, but they found her anyway. Nearly a moon had passed since the fight and she could move with much more ease now, though still with severe limping. Yesterday she had traveled to the beach and had told Kansas and the girls that she would not be back until the next day. They were not keen on letting her go, but she had refused to stay. She needed to see the ocean, needed to feel that calm and timeless presence. It had taken her the majority of the day to reach Riunione Beach, needing to take frequent stops to rest her sore body and catch her breath. It had been cold, sleeping on the sand in the sea breeze, but it had helped to numb the fiery aching of her wounds. Of course the dream came again, and as always it reopened the wounds that could not be seen. What woke her was a strange call on the air. Her head lifted from its sandy bed and slowly her legs lifted her body up. The Consul limped a short way until the borders were in sight and she saw the form of a bear. The bear that Denali had called a friend and saved from that pack's attack. Savina gave a soft, mournful bark at the creature and sunk back down into the cold sand. She didn't know what the bear wanted, but if it wanted her it would have to come and get her. She was too sore to move any further. .savisad2freeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#7e888e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #151515; } .savisad2freeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#151515; text-align:center;} .savisad2freeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .savisad2freeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#3d3d3d; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ad02ab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #7e888e; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#151515; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .savisad2freeb-border1 {width:466px; border:1px solid #151515; margin:0 auto;} .savisad2freeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #323638; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> 300+ - Malachi - 04-02-2011 [html]
- Savina Marino - 04-15-2011 [html] ^^ Honestly she had not expected the bear to show up near her lands again. A lot of things had happened lately that Savina never could have expected though. There was no more energy to appear shocked anymore, only a cold numbness remained. The creature hesitated, only taking a tentative step forward at first. Even though she and Jazper had badly hurt the hulking bear, it was odd to think that the larger animal might actually be afraid of her. It could easily end her life with one powerful swipe of its claws front paws whereas she could really do very little damage in comparison, especially in her current physical state. She was a sitting duck and as the beast approached that instinctual voice inside her head warned her to run away, to growl in warning, but she did neither of these things. There was no will left inside of the Consul to do anything but lay here in the sand. If the bear killed her, so be it—though she did not believe that such a thing would happen. A short distance still remained between them when the bear finally stopped. Emerald eyes looked at the creature dispassionately with her head only held up so she could fully see the animal. There was no authority in the way she held herself and she barely recognized the seeming submission that the bear showed; it was hard to see it from a form that naturally towered over her lupine body. The bear spoke an unfamiliar word and then uttered one more before the strange voice gave out on her. Silence hung in the air uncomfortably for some moments before Savina's own broken voice came forward. "If you came to see my son, you made a wasted trip." Her tone was completely flat, but her true emotion swirled behind her dulled eyes. All of the pain and sorrow that filled her to the brim inside were only thinly veiled behind those windows into her soul. .savisad2freeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#7e888e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #151515; } .savisad2freeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#151515; text-align:center;} .savisad2freeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .savisad2freeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#3d3d3d; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ad02ab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #7e888e; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#151515; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .savisad2freeb-border1 {width:466px; border:1px solid #151515; margin:0 auto;} .savisad2freeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #323638; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> 300+ - Malachi - 04-15-2011 [html]
- Savina Marino - 04-15-2011 [html] I'm really feeling the track "Time" from the Inception soundtrack :o And instant reply, whut? She could sense fear coming from the bear, but it was still such a foreign concept that she wasn't sure if her senses were failing her or not. How could such a strong beast be afraid of her? Certainly she had been fearsome that day, but all of that fire was gone, put out. Savina was nothing now. A bug that could easily be crushed under one of those massive paws. Some small part of her almost wished for that. At least then the pain would end. Maybe, if she were to die, she would live out her dream but with a different ending. She could find Denali in the world beyond this one and apologize. Maybe he would even forgive her, even after she had failed him in the worst way. The bear introduced itself. Savina took the name in. She had never really supposed that bears had names. It seemed there was much that she did not know, did not understand. "Savina," she returned mechanically. Perhaps Malachi knew her name already. Denali might have told her, though she of course had no way of knowing this. In some way she was momentarily comforted by the familiarity of the exchange of identities, even if nothing about this particular meeting was ordinary. Malachi seemed just as uncertain and uncomfortable as she was. There was some miniscule comfort in that as well, though really only a blip in the sea of grief that engulfed her. The expected question after such a question came and Savina felt her throat turn dry and constricted. Her eyes looked over the bear's concerned face before dropping down to the sand. She focused intently on the individual grains as she forced the truth to come from her lips. "He's dead." The well known pressure of tears pushed at the back of her eyes and she closed them, not wishing to show that much vulnerability in front of the other creature. It was all so easy to see though, as it would be in any mother who had outlived her child. .savisad2freeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#7e888e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #151515; } .savisad2freeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#151515; text-align:center;} .savisad2freeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .savisad2freeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#3d3d3d; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ad02ab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #7e888e; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#151515; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .savisad2freeb-border1 {width:466px; border:1px solid #151515; margin:0 auto;} .savisad2freeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #323638; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> 300+ - Malachi - 04-15-2011 [html]
- Savina Marino - 05-11-2011 [html] Sorry for the derpy wait : / The death of some soul was never an easy thing to deliver, but it was so much worse when that soul was so innocent, so young. Denali had barely gotten a chance to live. Just on the cusp of adulthood when the light of his life had been so violently extinguished. Thoughts of how it had happened plagued the mother ever since she had learned the truth. She had found out first hand how it felt to have that bone dagger stabbed into your body. Savina had survived though, her son had not. The Consul hoped that blood-eyed demon was dead. Hoped that she had died slowly and painfully from the wounds her teeth had inflected upon her. Still, the hate was so small now in comparison to the loss, the grief. Malachi whispered something, though she was not sure exactly what the word was. Her eyes remained closed, head bowed as she willed the tears to go away. Wished for it all to just stop. Why she did deserve to continue living when that right had been taken from Denali? The devil woman had almost taken another of her children as well, her sweet little Parker. Losing one babe was so horrendous, Savina doubted that she could still be functioning if she had lost her daughter as well. She likely would have tried to walk into the ocean again to feel its deathly embrace as she had upon another occasion when hopelessness had reigned her heart. It was true, she had recovered from that, but this was so different. Could she ever truly be the same? Folded back ears picked up the sound of the bear moving, coming closer to her, but she remained still and unseeing. That fearful part of her was expecting some kind of blow to come, a white flash of pain. What reason Malachi would have for attacking her she couldn't guess, perhaps for having failed the boy. The mother certainly felt she deserved such blame. When she felt the thick limbs surround her and life her up though her body went rigid and emeralds popped back open. What was she doing? The survival instinct rose up in her again and she was ready to struggle and fight to get free, but the hulking creature merely held her to its chest. When the soft, sad sounds came from the bear, the Consul's form finally relaxed. She was comforting her? Confused and shocked as she still was at such a thought, the woman relaxed into the large chest and the tears finally began to flow without a fight. .savisad2freeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#7e888e; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #151515; } .savisad2freeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#151515; text-align:center;} .savisad2freeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .savisad2freeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#3d3d3d; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ad02ab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #7e888e; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#151515; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .savisad2freeb-border1 {width:466px; border:1px solid #151515; margin:0 auto;} .savisad2freeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #323638; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> 300+ - Malachi - 05-12-2011 [html]
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