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- Barrett - 05-23-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Savina Marino - 05-23-2011 [html] Word Count » 378 :: Whee The Consul was finally returning to her full emotional strength and health, now that the ghost of her son had been laid to rest properly. It was time to turn her focus back to her pack as a whole to make sure that they thrived this summer and avoided any more tragedies like they had suffered during the winter. Unfortunately family troubles still plagued the Marino matron's mind as it had come to light that her eldest son, Gotham, had become a bit of a loose canon morally over the months where her mind had been intent upon Artemis and Denali. She was glad that he had finally seen sense and come to her with his issues, but she could not lie that she had been disappointed in him. Gotham had, in many ways, been the apple of her eye in his youth and it was difficult to see how he had fallen now. Still, she had faith that he would turn it all around, with the family and pack's help. These were the thoughts that drifted through the leader's mind as she leisurely patrolled the borders of her home. This duty had been sorely neglected by her in her weeks of healing and mourning and many of the scent markers were old and stale. The Consul frowned each time she came upon a marking that was stale, softly berating herself for her oversight and remedying the problem immediately. They had claimed new grounds too and it was crucial to keep those marked so no unwitting travelers traipsed into the new Dreaming territories. So locked up within her own mind, Savina did not notice the presence of a familiar scent until her name was called out on a deep masculine voice. Emeralds looked up sharply to see a figure that took her a moment to recall, but then a smile graced her features as she walked up to the young man. "Barrett, it's been a while. Where did you wander off to? I hope you didn't get into any trouble or surely I would have to answer to your mother," the Italian fey said lightly, remembering how she had promised Maserati to look after his welfare. That had proved difficult, when he had become absent from the lands. .savina-a02 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000;} .savina-a02 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .savina-a02 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .savina-a02 b {color:#72888a; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .savina-a02 {font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#591254; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:474px;} .savina-a02 .inner{background-color:#ffd0bb; background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/gifts/savina-a02.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; border:0px solid #fff; width:474px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 05-23-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Savina Marino - 05-23-2011 [html] Word Count » 524 :: I'm not meaning to write so much, I swear XD; Also Savi's scars are on her right shoulder where an arrow hit her, a puncture scar on her left thigh, and a slash across her left ribs Her mind was indeed filled to the brim with thoughts, but thankfully they were no so grim as they had been for weeks prior. Savina had finally emerged from the suffocating cloud of grief and depression that she had been swallowed by in the wake of learning her son had been killed. The loss still ached deep in her chest, but it no longer controlled every thought of every moment. Denali would always be with her, but now it was time to think on the living, of those souls she was still responsible for and could still help and guide. It was good to see one of the lost 'Souls of Crimson Dreams now returning to its borders, especially one she felt such a kinship with despite not knowing him all that well. As he licked at her face she could not help but laugh lightly at the gesture. It spoke to a deep instinct in her and she knew what it meant, but she could not recall the last time it had happened at the borders; usually it was her own children or mate lavishing such attention on her. Behind his gold hued eyes she could see memories flash, though of course she could make no guess as to what they were or what they meant. It was just a look that she recognized when it came to thinking on the past and surely there was quite a bit to recall since she had last seen the scraggly youth. It was a long story, he said, but his addendum brought some calm to whatever worries she might have had. "I'm glad to hear that." Maserati must have been very pleased to have her son return to her, if even for just a short while. Such was the nature of motherhood. Speaking of his mother, she was very happy to hear that she and Anselm were well. "It does my heart good to hear such news, and how kind of them," she remarked, eyes shifting briefly to the satchel. Anselm had always been a good friend, and he had helped her through many rough periods. Gods knew she could have used his help this past winter, but it was better he was happy and away from such strife. Barrett's question made a weary sigh issue from the woman's lungs, a tired expression eclipsing her happy demeanor. "It was a rough winter, for both the pack as a whole and for myself. Things are looking up now though." The puffy pink scars were a readable testament to the struggles. Perhaps sometime soon she would tell him of all the ills they had suffered, but right now such things would only sink both their spirits and the Marino did not desire to dive back into the depths of those troubled waters again so quickly. The ebon fey perked back up though and looked at the younger wolf with a question in her jeweled eyes. "So, are you just here for a visit, or are you looking for a more permanent residence?" Her accented voice hinted at the fact that he would be welcome to either outcome. .savina-a02 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000;} .savina-a02 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .savina-a02 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .savina-a02 b {color:#72888a; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .savina-a02 {font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#591254; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:474px;} .savina-a02 .inner{background-color:#ffd0bb; background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/gifts/savina-a02.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; border:0px solid #fff; width:474px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 05-23-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Savina Marino - 05-23-2011 [html] Word Count » 370 :: Feel free to PP them getting to the manor and whatnot When Barrett had gone missing no fear had gripped her. A bit of concern perhaps, but she did not worry that anything bad had befallen the boy. The wanderlust was surely in his blood and he had come by it naturally. Both Anselm and Maserati were the same way, settling for a while and then moving on for the next interesting thing or adventure. It was something she might have begrudged in her blood family, but she could not find it in her to be upset at anyone else for it. While such feelings had never gripped Savina, she knew how they worked upon her brother and she understood them. Barrett was not a child to be chided, but a sort of distant nephew that she was happy to look after whenever he were in her neck of the woods. She could sense the guilt that drifted her way from the younger luperci. He had no real reason to feel guilty, but she could understand if it were mostly out of sympathy for the difficult times she and the pack had just endured. His golden eyes found her scars and she could see the question in those oculars, but the woman just shook her head as if to say "not today". Savina was not ashamed of the marks, not vain about them as she might have been in her more youthful days, but it was not a story to tell on a day of reunion. It was bloody and unpleasant; not the sort of images she wished to place in his head upon his return. As he said that he wished to rejoin them her smile returned in full, her own tail swinging back and forth in a few happy beats. "Wish granted." Barrett would always be welcome in the pack, just as his mother and grandfather would be if they ever had an inclination to return to the lands of Nova Scotia. "Heading back to the manor sounds perfect. I'm excited to see what you've brought with you." With a flick of her bottle-brush tail she turned her nose in the direction of the mansion and began to lead the way back towards the heart of the Dreaming territory. .savina-a02 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000;} .savina-a02 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .savina-a02 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .savina-a02 b {color:#72888a; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .savina-a02 {font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#591254; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:474px;} .savina-a02 .inner{background-color:#ffd0bb; background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/gifts/savina-a02.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; border:0px solid #fff; width:474px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Savina Marino - 05-23-2011
- Barrett - 05-23-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Savina Marino - 06-08-2011 [html] Word Count » 345 :: The Consul was more than happy to leave the ills of the winter behind her and hear about Barrett's family as they casually made their way to the large house that had been her home for three years now. It was exciting to hear that he had little siblings now. Savina always had and always would have a soft spot for pups in the motherly heart, however she knew she was done having anymore litters herself, at least for a while. She was blessed to have her six healthy children surrounding her, not to mention all of her nieces and nephews, the Marino was ready to focus on other things for some time. Undoubtedly her body could use a reprieve as well. It also warmed her heart to hear that Anselm and his lady love were still happily together. It was still a little surprising to her that he had actually settled down—he had never seemed the type. Hopefully one day she would meet this Alacrity who had stolen the vagabond's heart. When they finally reached Haven Manor both took to their more human-like forms and they settled themselves comfortably in the common room as Barrett took his bag off from his back and rummaged around for the things he had brought from Anselm and his mother. The first wrapped package was heavier than she expected and she nearly dropped it from the unexpected weight. Thankfully she did not though and as she revealed the glass inside her eyes grew wide in wonder. Savina held the thing up to eye-level to better inspect the intricacies encapsulated inside the glass, completely mesmerized. "This is amazing! Anselm made it himself?" Savina would never had imagined luperci had the capabilities to make such things, but that seemed to be the case. It made the gift all the more wonderful. "I'll have to put it somewhere special. You'll have to thank him for me if you see him before I do, which surely you will." She certainly had no plans to make such a long trek anytime soon. .savina-a02 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000;} .savina-a02 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .savina-a02 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .savina-a02 b {color:#72888a; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .savina-a02 {font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#591254; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:474px;} .savina-a02 .inner{background-color:#ffd0bb; background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/gifts/savina-a02.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; border:0px solid #fff; width:474px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 06-11-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} .barrett-ooc {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#B16621; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; border:none; width:400px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;} </style>[/html] ooc ending - and they talked about stuff and got caught up and yay~ |