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- Caillen Winters - 05-25-2011 [html]
[html] table © sie :: forward-dated to May 27th He had watched the mountain melt away.
.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] - Talitha de le Poer - 05-29-2011 [html] Totally had to use Talitha's new, super sexy table. Because it's just that sexy. Her world had long since been colored with such wonderful experiences as loneliness and hate, leaving the dark princess shaped with her sense of longing for someone who could simply understand. Of course, upon reaching that destination, she was so unwilling to accept it. How could she? How could she, self-important daughter of a monster-King, admit her affection for the vagrant wolf of the gold-furred whore of the dog pack? It simply wasn't possible, not in the fragile mind of the de le Poer. She had since embraced the name of her father and his father before him, of wolves and not coyotes, yet she still found herself incapable of acceptance in regards to the cousin-species that ruined the earth with their presence. All of her hatred could not keep her away, however. Caillen rotted in the mountains without his lover's presence, and she had made him suffer long enough. It was time to return to the arms of the wolfdog — his mother's touch had faded from the ruddy features of his midnight Queen. She didn't tell Ezekiel she was leaving, nor would she have had he asked; though they had grown apart, she did not trust her golden brother to simply allow his sunset twin to roam the world freely without consequence. He had followed her for so long, after all, and he had made it so very clear that she would not leave Inferni while he was Aquila. Running off into the shadows to meet the man who had managed to capture a part of her cold, hypocritical heart was certainly wrong of her, and so she fled without permission and without thought to allow Ezekiel know where his sister disappeared to. In silence, she ascended the mountainous peaks, crimson eyes paying no mind to the unnecessary until the sight of carved markings upon the trunks of trees came into her view. She narrowed her eyes in an attempt to see the depictions there; it was surprising to see what was clearly a male and female together. A snort escaped her nose. "This is why you've been too busy to come and see me?" Her voice was not cold, nor angry, but laced with the satiny tones of jest as her eyes sought out the doggish features of her sometimes lover; once they rested upon the slate fur of the larger male, she approached and reached one gentle hand out to rest upon his back. .talithachurch b {font-weight:bold; color:#ACAC86; letter-spacing:.0px; } .talithachurch-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; } .talithachurch p {text-indent:5px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithachurch {margin:0 auto; width:457px; background-color:#040000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... church.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #565D31; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#696533; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} .talithachurch-line1 {width:407px; border-bottom:1px dotted #6A6A44; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 06-05-2011 [html] table © sie :: it is indeed a sexy table! <3 It was as he finished etching the curls of her hair into the supple bark, that the woman's voice swelled out into the air behind him. Caillen had been aware of her approach into the glade - Loneliness had provided him with keen hearing. But so many times the male had imagined that sound, the light foot-fall on scattered leaf matter, the scent that was purely hers alone, that he no longer trusted such sounds to be real.
.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] - Talitha de le Poer - 06-06-2011 [html] Sexay Talitha? It was such a sad, pathetic sight. Her handsome Romeo, the man who had kept her interest for so long despite their limited contact, had been reduced to a lump of loneliness. For a moment, she suffered guilt on his behalf — it was she, fiery temptress, who created the mindless giant. She who had not catered to his social needs, she who had used him for his body and cast him away for weeks on end, had crafted a madman in his own right. As he rose from his place, towering above his coyote princess, she merely watched. It never failed to surprise the de le Poer that this Winters male was so large; his mother was nothing frightful to see, but the whore's son was magnificent. Even in comparison to the men of her world, to strong Gabriel and swift Ezekiel, Caillen was a behemoth. In truth, it was tantalizing — he had all the power to harm her, but she remained the controlling force. He spoke her name, rusted voice clearly having not been used for some time, and it brought a smile to the lips of his secret lover. Crimson eyes avoided his art; she did not wish to see what was so plain before her, for her hateful ways would not allow it. They would, however, allow his touch. As a large hand reached for her, she moved ever closer, prepared to embrace the man for the first time in so long. Certainly allowing a touch could do no harm, perhaps even gentle caresses of the ruddy fur she gained from her mother — she was harmless. "You stayed away." This time, as she spoke, there was no playful flirtation; there was only painful ice, cold words that echoed the disappointment she felt. She couldn't mean so little that the handsome wolfdog had forgotten her, could she? Oh, of course not, for the love she siphoned from him had drained his ability to leave her. Though she could not fathom the concept, Talitha had proven to be a commanding force in many a life of a man, going so far as to keep her own brother on his toes for so long as he sought the daughter of sundown in the wilderness of Nova Scotia. Feminine fingers found the plush fur of his chest as she allowed the delicate hands to find their way about his shoulders; though it was a reach, she was content in allowing her slighter form to rest against the hulking mass that made up Caillen Winters, turning on siren charm for the benefit of her lost friend. .talithachurch b {font-weight:bold; color:#ACAC86; letter-spacing:.0px; } .talithachurch-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; } .talithachurch p {text-indent:5px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithachurch {margin:0 auto; width:457px; background-color:#040000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... church.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #565D31; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#696533; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} .talithachurch-line1 {width:407px; border-bottom:1px dotted #6A6A44; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 06-06-2011 [html] table © sie She was a siren by blood, singing men to their doom. He, the hapless sailor, had already fallen far too deep into her lovely song to ever pull free from the madness it created. Had she in turn begun to love him? The loneliness carved deep etches into his insides, twisting them into a fake image of her. His soul belonged to Talitha now - If only she knew the depths of this madness.
.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] - Talitha de le Poer - 06-07-2011 [html] PP previous approved, blah blah blah, short. Oh, he couldn't come to her, he claimed. Yes, she knew he would have. It was the fault of the dreadful skulls, the borders of the hateful kingdom she pushed farther into the past. That was why her vagabond prince had to stay away from her. Why did he continue his ever present love? Somewhere in the back of the Princess' mind, she couldn't answer. He knew what she was. He knew what she did. He knew all he needed to know in order to brand her a cruel queen, and yet he gave her love regardless. Had she not been preoccupied by the presence of the giant, she might have taken time to ponder such a thing; it was illogical, for love was a falsity that lead to ruin. She released a sweet sigh onto the air as her Romeo's grip about her tightened, and fingers dug into the toned shoulders she clung to. His words left a smile on the de le Poer's cream jaws. "Maybe you aren't supposed to stop," she crooned, letting her face rest upon the plush fur of his chest. She couldn't imagine what would happen were he to stop his thoughts of her, as lustful or disgusted as they might be. With a twist of her slight form, she removed herself from his grasp, reaching for the nearest hand and giving it the most gentle of tugs. He followed easily as she stepped backwards to his mountain home. "Maybe you're never supposed to think of anything else, dear prince." .talithachurch b {font-weight:bold; color:#ACAC86; letter-spacing:.0px; } .talithachurch-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; } .talithachurch p {text-indent:5px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithachurch {margin:0 auto; width:457px; background-color:#040000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... church.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #565D31; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#696533; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} .talithachurch-line1 {width:407px; border-bottom:1px dotted #6A6A44; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> [/html] - Caillen Winters - 06-08-2011 [html] table © sie Her mood changed like the mountain winds - Restlessly, as though there was intent behind something that seemed so fickle. He loved her for her wildness, for the sharp poison of her tongue and the warmth that could be found within her bleeding eyes. Such warmth; It would burn him, he knew, burn away his flesh until all she could hold was his beating heart.
.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] - Talitha de le Poer - 06-08-2011 [html] Short, derp. Yay for the naughty time. Faded out. Talitha was so often one of pretty words and careful fog that her sudden and unreasoned determination surprised her. Lust had never been an integral part of the de le Poer's life; sure, she'd been with other men, but lust was not the word for it; with Caillen, however, it seemed ever present. Crimson eyes remained on him as they meander past his carved trees, drinking in the face of the behemoth she knew could never be truly part of her world. Despite this, he stayed for her. He wanted her. He loved her. And both knew that it was simply not capable of being. That was fact that couldn't be changed, and she had no desire to dwell on it once inside of the cool den. There wasn't much there; poorly-made furs littered most of the region, but they would serve their purpose. As he reached for the petite Princess, she drew him to the ground, to the ruined furs that lay there. It was no longer time for gentle words or innocent caresses. Her body shifted to accommodate his needs, clawed fingers finding their place in the flesh of his back — everything was made better with her lover's presence. .talithachurch b {font-weight:bold; color:#ACAC86; letter-spacing:.0px; } .talithachurch-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; } .talithachurch p {text-indent:5px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithachurch {margin:0 auto; width:457px; background-color:#040000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... church.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #565D31; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#696533; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} .talithachurch-line1 {width:407px; border-bottom:1px dotted #6A6A44; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> [/html] |