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- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-14-2011 [html] Private. Backdated to April 8th, early morning. Despite his stubbornness to accept that his shoulder was as bad as Enkiel made it out to be, Gabriel respected his healer enough to listen to his warning about pushing himself too far. His shoulder ached with each passing rainstorm, but the sky was clear today and while the air was still cool, it was comfortable. Enkiel had proven to be more productive than usual today, having finished one of his concoctions that was served with a small rabbit. While the jackal was not the most skilled hunter, he was capable. The Aquila had taken his pain medication with the meal, and was chewing on one of the thick bones that had been left from a deer. Enkiel was somewhere inside, but it was a different noise that distracted him from his task at hand. Gabriel lifted his ears, then head, and looked towards the borders. The noise was not unfamiliar, for Gabriel had become accustomed to the sounds of horses. What surprised him was that the heavy noise of the draft horse he knew as his son was echoed by a second equally large body. The procession appeared from the tree line and Gabriel’s face twisted into an uncomfortable frown. He pushed himself up and made his way down the steps, looking none too happy. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-14-2011 [html]
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He had come the previous day, in a flurry of pounding hooves and concern. She had assumed that Ezekiel had returned for more tutelage, for although obedient to his duties in Inferni, he was a respectful pupil and came to her whenever the clan allowed. However, one look at the male's expression was all she needed to realise that something was wrong.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 04-14-2011 [html] Though most of his wounds were now healing, Gabriel certainly did not look as though he had been thrown off of a mountain. The only sign he gave, like a stubborn animal that would not admit its wounds, was in his weight—lifting it away from the bad shoulder, whose paw was lifted off the ground. He had not expected his son to return so quickly, and he had certainly not expected him to bring Alaine (even if he had allowed her passage). So the frown on his face did not change with her explanation, nor did he look to the boy. As if sensing his father’s irritation, Ezekiel made a nickering noise that drew the brown horse’s attention and made his way down the concrete road towards the barn. Once he was certain the boy was out of earshot, Gabriel spoke. “I’m fine, Alaine.” He said flatly, amber eyes sharp. This was a lie, but he had a poor habit of hiding the truth from women, especially those whom he cared about. Other worries began to blossom in his mind, but he held his tongue. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-14-2011 [html]
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He bore a dark expression which warned her of a darker mood. But Alaine had never been a coward, and she was not frightened of Gabriel - He had saved her too many times to allow for that. The sounds of heavy hoof-falls alerted the colliewoman to Ezekiel's departure; She knew he would be loath to face his father's anger, and did not blame him for leaving. Thankfully, her Nana would be in good hands.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 04-14-2011 [html] +3 ::So Gabriel is basically all "LOL WOMEN" right now about everyone. XD Gabriel knew, almost as suddenly as she pierced his body with her odd eyes, that his ruse was something she would not accept. He had recognized her spirit the night they had met and conceived her children, and it still held respect within the warrior. This was why despite his irritation about the situation, he did not order her to leave. The Aquila had begun to suspect all women were inherently mad. She had brought with her countless tools, and here he wished that he might be of use to carry something. Yet the frail collie was more hardy than she looked; Gabriel snorted bullishly at her impish tone and turned back towards the building. He walked with a limp. It was not as dramatic as one might suspect, as he was still capable of putting weight on his wounded side, but it was there none the less. He hated it. “You can stay with me,” he said, indicating that this was not a choice. Despite the copious space within the building, he feared retaliation from his daughter still. The inside of the building was flanked by doors, but many had since been destroyed by time or thieves. Gabriel trailed down this hallway and towards the large central area, where he turned right and made his way into a room where a tattered blanket served as a door. It was not quite long enough to touch the floor, and bowed to the movement of the wolfish body that slipped through it. The inside of his temporary home lacked much comfort, but there was a day-bed under a grand bay window that lacked glass and a collection of books brought back from his den. “You know, my son has a bad habit of bringing home pretty girls,” he said suddenly, turning to face her. The window allowed the spring air to come into the room, and also gave a view of the forest behind the building and its decaying iron fence. “You best watch yourself, from what I gather he’s quite the charmer.” A bemused smile crossed his scarred face, teasing her gently. Ezekiel was young enough to be her son. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-14-2011 [html]
that actually made me snort with laughter XD
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For a moment, the pair seemed to stare eachother down - Her grip tightened on the bag, producing white knuckles and a formidable hip-shot pose. Finally Gabriel gave his assent with a snort of derision, which Alaine knew covered up his irked submission rather well. As soon as the male turned, a smile bloomed on her pixie maw. She hastened after him, not wanting to be left standing alone in such a vulnerable area - Although the Aquila had assured her safety, she had little trust in the other members of his clan, and with good reason too.
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He caught a look of forlorn thought and wondered what had crossed her mind, but said nothing of the matter. Instead he smiled at the collie woman fondly, amused by her flirtation. It had been so long since a woman had given him such attention and Gabriel had to admit he found it entertaining. A dark eyebrow lifted in response to her own egomania, but his tail wagged behind him once. Unfortunately, she was not here for his sole entertainment. Gabriel advanced slowly, settling onto his haunches. His exposed shoulder had begun to heal, and the stitches had since been removed. It was clear he was healing, but the muscle underneath was still sore and painful. The Aquila grunted and frowned sourly. “It’s a lot better now,” he argued lowly, hoping she would not make an ordeal out of what he hoped was nothing more than a bad, but temporary, injury. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-16-2011 [html]
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It seemed his irritation at her sudden appearance was quickly replaced with acceptance. Either Gabriel knew her well enough to realize that this was not an issue she would back down on, or he was simply to weary with recovery to argue the point any further. Their small jestings helped reassure the colliewoman that he was not overly angry by her unruly decision to come to him, but she was strong enough within her self to know that it would have made little influence on her decision even if he had been.
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Even though he was not a full fledge medic, Gabriel was used to treating broken bones and displaced shoulders. He had hoped his own injury would be simple like these, but Enkiel had warned him to focus on healing and not been forward with his true thoughts. There was something about the wound he did not like, for the medicine that it took to deal with the wounds under the flesh were far beyond his grasp. Silently, he let her touch him and examine what she needed to see, and eyed her with the same suspicion he had Enkiel. “You can find him further down the hall,” he said of the healer, motioning with his nose. He had no doubt that Ezekiel would warn the jackal, for the pair had become close since his son’s return. Still, Enkiel was not the type to overreact to anything. If the collie woman found herself surprising the boy, he would likely be as cool and collected as a serpent. It was one of his less charming qualities. “I can’t keep you here forever,” Gabriel added after her offer was made, his voice softening slightly. “You have obligations beyond some old warrior that isn’t even from your home.” A small smile came with this, though his eyes were dark with some unspoken concern. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-19-2011 [html]
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His gruff directions to the location of the healer were taken with a light nod as the woman mentally stored the information away for later use. She was weary from the trip with Ezekiel, and now that her worries had been temporarily sated with the examination, the tiredness was allowed to seep back into her flesh.
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It was not simply their chosen lands or obligations that kept them apart, but a greater and more distant chasm of opposing natures. He was cruel and war-like, and she soft and gifted with healer’s hands. Unless they were capable of existing outside of these things they would forever be apart—the sun and the moon chasing each other for those few brief and beautiful moments where they overlapped. Dynamically opposed, they could only run and hope for moments like these, as few and far between as they were. With their intimacy, he did not feel it improper to watch the transformation as many did. She was sleek and elegant in all shapes, and the view pleased him. Likewise, her sardonic formality brought a smile to his dark face. Lifting his head in a show of authority, he limped over to the bed and leapt into it gingerly, careful to land on his good shoulder. “Oh, perhaps,” he answered her, turning and settling on the piles of blankets and furs. “But it is Gabriel who leads Inferni, so Gabriel may share his bed with whomever he wishes.” Arrogance; he felt the scar on his muzzle tingle slightly, as if reminding him of the fault. He dismissed it for the time being, wagging his tail suggestively at the collie who had forced her way into his home. .mel-crosstxt-box {background-image:url(http://imgur.com/D0dTU.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:178px; height:237px; float:right; margin:3px; } .mel-crosstxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .mel-crosstxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .mel-crosstxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .mel-crosstxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .mel-crosstxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-26-2011 [html]
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There was no freedom within them - A choice that she might have made was a closed door before her now. He had saved her from death and from hell, from Lugh in the shape of a man with burning blue-fire eyes. And she, in return, had showed him softness and healing. For the chaotic merging and ferocious passion of an eclipse, they had known each other in the rawest form, and that sort of opening left chasms deep within the mortal soul. Regardless of her inability to be with him, as once a girl might have dreamed, Alaine felt the spider-web bindings between her own ashen heart and that of the Warrior-King. It was more than respect - The shadow of love, cast long and lean in a dawn that would never break.
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