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- Zalen Damaichu - 07-11-2011 [html]
[html] Zalen has just left Anathema territory and is moving south west. All welcome. Hoping maybe for another loner wolf but not a requirement. Image credit to jaysk@flickr. It was early morning and the chill of the night hung above the grass and lichen but was being driven off by the sun in the tree tops above. All was silent for a moment, but then a light rumbling could be heard, panting, dashing, the breaking of twigs and then a crash through the undergrowth. A fawn was running for its life and just a few yards behind the trig form of Zalen bounding after it. He was well rested now, after having spent the night in Anathema lands, but now he had departed and was on the hunt for breakfast. It had been several days since he had had a decent meal and this fawn would do nicely. In no time at all he was upon it, claws digging into its hind quarters and ripping through bone and flesh like paper. In an instant the fawn was down and with a snap of his immense jaws on its tiny neck he quickly ended its life before it could endure any suffering. He sat for a moment and stretched his arms above his head and then each leg individually. It was always very awkward for him to run in optime form, but he had chanced upon the fawn with no time to shift before the chase had begun. But it was just as well because this form allowed for easily evisceration of the carcass, which Zalen commenced in doing with a sharpened forefinger claw. He removed all the unwanted organs; spleen, bladder, stomach, intestines and lungs and the left the iron rich liver and still beating heart. What a feast this would be! Before he tucked in he made a small prayer of thanksgiving and blessing for the fawn, it having given its young life to help sustain his. And then as he finished he literally face planted into the meal, splattering droplets of blood in every direction. #Word Count: 306 .zero-zalen p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .zero-zalen b {color:#79B5AC; font-family: 'palatino linotype', serif; font-size:12px;} .zero-zalen {font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#A1BBCE; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#294960; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/QSKhM.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:500px; border-radius:25px; -moz-border-radius:25px; -webkit-border-radius:25px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Lucia Cabriel - 07-15-2011 [html] Hope this is what you were looking for. Did you have anything specific in mind for this thread? The day looked to be bright and warm again. Lucia had lost count of how many days in a row that would be. It was humid, thick and musty. What was needed was a thunderstorm, but the more the obsidian female seemed to hope for one, the less they seemed to happen. However, there was still time. It was early enough in the morning for the weather to change course, and with the morbid chill from the night before still tickling the sunrise, there was a chance. That was all that the dark-furred woman needed. <style type="text/css"> .lt b {font-weight:bold; color:#91ba5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .lt .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #a99393;} .lt p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .lt {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#2c3033; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... /table.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 350px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Zalen Damaichu - 07-15-2011 [html] Word Count :: 308 :: Not really, it was just supposed to be a meet more people thread. At this point in time Zalen hasn’t met another loner wolf so it’d be good for him to know he’s not the only one. Zalen is a gentleman so he’s definitely going to offer the rest of the carcass. Zalen was basically inhaling this meal. It was wonderful. The sweet, iron taste of the blood quenched him like fresh spring water. The meat was delicate and tender due to the age of the fawn. He had just finished devouring the rich liver when he heard a faint sound. His ear pricked in its direction before the rest of his body turned to meet it, and he was shocked to see another wolf had joined him. For a moment he went into defense mode, ears back, upper lip curled. He must have looked like a demon in that moment, face covered in blood, fangs bared slightly. But then he saw the look in her eyes and he calmed. She looked very hungry, “Good morning.” he said softly, still a little put off by her sudden appearance. It was strange, almost like looking into a mirror. She was the darkest ebony, like midnight with no stars, save for the emerald eyes which were much more vibrant than his own. But still, he found it interesting that in the short time he had been in this land he had encountered two individuals that shared his appearance, though he supposed it wasn’t that uncommon of a visage. Looking back at what remained of the fawn he quickly surmised that there was enough left to offer her at least a satisfactory breakfast. He wiped his face with a clawed paw which just helped in smudging the blood deeper into his fur. But at least he was trying, he didn’t want to appear like a slob in front of anyone. He turned back towards her and gave a small wag of his tail, “Would you like to join me? I’ve pretty much had my fill…” He gestured towards the carcass and took a small step back, allowing her some room. “You look hungry…” .freebietable-a00 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EXZoK.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 90px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; text-align:justify;} .freebietable-a00 p.ooc {font-style:italic; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .freebietable-a00 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .freebietable-a00 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;} </style> - Lucia Cabriel - 07-15-2011 [html] Woot for rambling a little too much... Desire was a strange thing. It was strange how the brain could want something so much that it could affect everything within someone. It could affect their heart rate, their salivary glands, it could make their hands shake and muscles quiver. It could also make them kill, fight, and a myriad of other things. Desire was powerful, dangerous even. No wonder Lucia thrived off it, and today was no exception. - Zalen Damaichu - 07-16-2011 [html] Word Count :: 381 :: That is awesome rambling, I wish I could write as well as you. BTW when Lucia had saliva in her mouth and was afraid to speak that brought a hilarious image to my mind :-D oh and hopefully Zalen will now BLOW HER MIND with his awesomeness. This female seemed tense, and angry, and sad, and disturbed. It was almost too much for him to take in. To him it was like he could feel every thought of hers radiate towards him and hit with a power that prickled his skin. But he remained calm, absorbing these feelings, changing them, and then putting out their opposites in her direction, like a plant taking in carbon dioxide and releasing fresh air. When she spoke about the “ugly morning” a soft smile came to his face, she had obviously had a rough night before, or maybe many rough nights, it was not unusual for her to be in a mood. He wondered why he was not more wary of this one as he usually was of females, perhaps the fact that he had met the crazy Panda wolf the other night completely changed his view of women. She was still tense as she began to eat and Zalen slowly sat on his haunches and watched her without trying to be too obvious about it. He took a deep breath in and noticed a faint scent of alcohol on her. “Well that explains the mood.” he thought with an inward smile. He had only had one encounter with that hume elixir, when he was still with his adoptive brothers in the south west woodlands. They had completely gone out of their minds that night, had run through the woods like complete maniacs, howling at the moon and other crazy things. His eyes closed for a moment and a smile tinged with sadness came to his blood covered lips. Those had been good times. Once again Zalen put his attention on the female who was close to finishing. Despite her cold demeanor she was a beautiful creature, it was a shame Zalen lacked the skills to woo. As she swallowed the last gulp and turned to him what she said astounded him. What did he want from her? He was a bit stunned at the question. For a moment he just looked at her quizzically in silence and then a smile came to his face and before he knew it he was chuckling. When his giddiness subsided he looked at her with calm eyes, “In return you must give me your name.” p> .freebietable-a00 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EXZoK.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 90px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; text-align:justify;} .freebietable-a00 p.ooc {font-style:italic; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .freebietable-a00 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .freebietable-a00 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;} </style> - Lucia Cabriel - 07-16-2011 [html] Oh, muse, where have you gone! .... & Yeah, I know what you mean. Saliva-mouthed Lucia is funny! Don't suppose you have AIM do you? Maybe discuss how things will roll in futher detail? ...Great post btw! The stranger seemed so at peace. Lucia wanted to scream at him, wanted to tell him to be angry, be violent. She wanted spitefulness, she wanted hatred. Her mind could not possibly begin to fathom these pleasantries from anyone, especially a male. What made it considerably worse was that smile. She had seen it many times before in her travels. It was soft, angelic. It was the archangel of all smiles, and it made her sick. She could almost feel the bile build up in her throat. What was he thinking? Why was he smiling? She had not said anything remotely funny, had she? It was an ugly day, revolting in all its sunshiny jolliness. How could he not see that? What was this peace he revelled in? All these thoughts spun round her head so fast. She thought her mind might just cease to work, that she might just keel over and die. Not that she would complain about that, it would just be irritating that it would happen in front of a man. - Zalen Damaichu - 07-17-2011 [html] Word Count :: 339 :: Hopefully we can flesh this out more in pms… pms? Really? Haha. While he had been distracted in watching her eat he hadn’t noticed the change in the atmosphere. The morning sun had disappeared; the air had thickened around them. The sky became pregnant and heavy. But he was too interested in this femme fatale to take notice of the weather. The darkened wood made her seem even that more ebony and it transfixed him. There was something unexplainably ethereal about her, but instead of angelic it was demonic. It excited him a little, because she was so different from him. He noticed that as she ate her eyes seemed to glaze over and her chewing became robotic, almost like her soul had left her body. It was somewhat frightening; he wondered what she was going through, what would cause any creature to become so abject. But something about that look was extremely familiar and he tried to place it in his mind. She responded to him facetiously, again with a cold demeanor. His soft smile had turned into a more intense gaze, but none the less still friendly. “Zalen.” He spoke, and an instant later the distant sky rumbled with an oncoming storm. Both ears swiveled back to the sound but the rest of him remained motionless as he stared at her. That’s when he remembered. That look, the distant gaze, it had been one that had many times been on the face of his mother. The thought of his dead parent seemed to suck the air from his lungs. His mother was kind and raised him well, but he would catch her at times with that look and a cloud of despair hanging over her crimson head. She never had a chance to tell him what caused her so much pain, he was too young and they were separated too soon. Zalen came back from his reminiscing and looked at Lucia, “You remind me of my mother…” Before the words left his lips he regretted them. He hardly ever spoke of his mother, it brought back painful memories. .freebietable-a00 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EXZoK.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 90px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; text-align:justify;} .freebietable-a00 p.ooc {font-style:italic; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .freebietable-a00 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .freebietable-a00 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;} </style> - Lucia Cabriel - 07-17-2011 [html] WOTD: Abject. The thunder cracked into the fragile atmosphere, the dark clouds rolling in quietly and undetected. Lucia had been paying little attention to the world around her, finding it bright and early. It had not occurred to her that it would change, as it rarely ever did. But for whatever reason, nature seemed kind today, bringing rain to her doorstep, and though it was yet to bleed from the heavens, just knowing it was coming made Lucia’s body quiver in excitement. This, however, didn’t change the fact that she still did not like how much the stranger stared at her. She could feel movement in her stomach, frustration and nerves squeezed together into a tiny ball that played pinball with her organ, slowly working its way up to her throat. It would eventually reside there for an undecided amount of time; it would be irritating as hell. - Zalen Damaichu - 07-17-2011 [html] Word Count :: 479 :: I really don't know what to do next... my brain isn't working. Zalen felt stupid for what he had said, and vulnerable, especially in front of this girl. She could easily rip his soul right out of him now if she only tried but a little. But what had been said had been said and there was a no taking it back now. His chest tightened with nerves and pent up emotions and he tried to suppress these. The darkening sky just seemed to heighten his discomfort exponentially. Why in God’s name would he bring up his mother to a complete stranger and one who seemed to want to be anywhere else but here nonetheless? What a fool he was. For a moment he wished desperately that he could just run away from this ridiculous situation he had put himself in, but he sat at the base of a tree like a lump of coal and remained. He noticed that as the weather changed so did Lucia. The humid air seemed to release some of the tension in her muscles. This relaxed Zalen too, and he realized that despite his friendly nature he had been somewhat on edge the entire time she had been there. It was because there was something explosive about her, like she could just go off at any minute. The only reason he had stayed is because he had dealt with wolves like that before and knew that it made no difference whether to stay or leave. If they want to kill you they would do it one way or another. Zalen looked back at her to see how she would respond to his unusual statement but just at that moment the sky broke and large rain drops fell around them. It felt good, and the cold drops caused the warm ground to steam. Soon Zalen was drenched, the long strands of his mane that had come loose from the braid in the chase of the fawn clung to his face or started to curl slightly as they dripped. The earth at the base of his feet began to stain red as the blood was washed from his face. In fact that whole area that the two of them stood in began to get saturated with the fawn’s blood as the rain water mixed with it and spread out. Zalen listened to her response and for whatever reason, either from the fact that what she had stated was far from the truth or rather that this whole budding conversation was so unnerving caused Zalen to laugh out loud. But luckily his nervous laughter was somewhat silence by another crack of thunder, this one much closer to the pair After he regained his sanity he spoke again, “No it’s not that. It’s your distant gaze that reminds me of her.” He stood from his haunches and gave his body a shake, sending water and blood away from him. p> .freebietable-a00 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EXZoK.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 90px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; text-align:justify;} .freebietable-a00 p.ooc {font-style:italic; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .freebietable-a00 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .freebietable-a00 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;} </style> - Lucia Cabriel - 07-17-2011 [html] That's cool. I thought it was a lovely post by the way Lucia always had liked the effect water and blood made. She couldn’t help but watch as they mingled on the ground beneath her. It was almost like Mother Nature herself was cleansing the area. The rain had fully drenched her now, her long dark hair flat against her back, and covering part of her face. Little droplets dripped down from the ends of her hair, causing her to blink rapidly as they fell into her eyes. <style type="text/css"> .lt b {font-weight:bold; color:#91ba5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .lt .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #a99393;} .lt p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .lt {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#2c3033; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... /table.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 350px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Zalen Damaichu - 07-17-2011 [html] Word Count :: 475 ::Apparently Zalen has magic name knowing powers now... Zalen was slightly amused as Lucia finally seemed to take interest in him. He could nearly feel her eyes travel across his form. But it didn’t feel like she was sizing him up in anyway just checking him out like he had done to her while she was eating. He watched her lithe form as she moved to lean against the tree. Obviously his laughter had annoyed her, seeing the small snarl she had given, but at this point Zalen just attributed the little snarls and scoffs as part of her personality. She was as dark as the fur upon her skin. The thunder was coming more rapidly now, and the flashes of the lightening above them caused the area to send shadows in every direction for a moment. He realized they probably weren’t in the safest of areas, surrounded by all these trees, but it did not seem to perturb her so Zalen let it be. It was then he noticed her fiddling with a small brown pouch that was connected to a belt at her waste. He had noticed it before but had not given it much interest. He still wasn’t used to all the hume objects he had seen on the individuals he had met; Theodore’s gloves, Panda’s… everything. The only objects of the extinct race he owned were the two earrings in his left ear, but those had been given to him by his mother rather than scrounged from crumbling hume settlements. He took notice of the daggers attached her belt and was confused. Why would a luperci need hume weapons? Were their claws not sharp, fangs not piercing? Zalen had always defended himself with the weapons mother nature had given him, so why settle for a cheap hume knock off? He shook his inky head, clearing his thoughts like an etch-n-sketch as well as ridding his eyes from stray droplets. He listened to her sarcastic response, but there was something different there; a question. So it seemed she was taking more than visual interest in him now. “I don’t know, what kind of name is Lucia?” He gave a little smirk. He wished he could play her game as well as she but he just lacked those skills. He had always fallen behind when it came to sarcasm, even when he was with Cody and Keylo, who were masters of the art. With a small sigh he decided to answer her, “It means thrower… or hitter. Something like that. I’m not sure why my mom gave me such a name. Ironically I don’t throw or hit better than anyone else.” Again with his mother! He just needed to shut up about her. He looked back up at Lucia with a small smile, “But I know what your name means and I must say that is the biggest irony of all.” p> .freebietable-a00 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EXZoK.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 90px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; text-align:justify;} .freebietable-a00 p.ooc {font-style:italic; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .freebietable-a00 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .freebietable-a00 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;} </style> - Lucia Cabriel - 07-17-2011 [html] Haha, awesome! Lucia caught him eyeing up her daggers. She wanted to comment, make some sort of remark about how she could peel his flesh off the bone in a matter of seconds, but the words never came to pass. Instead, she simply smirked knowingly, though it quickly vanished. She didn’t like displaying emotion, no matter what type it happened to be. She also didn’t like the way this meeting was going. They were talking; discussing things… it was unnatural to the dark female. It wasn’t how her daily routine was supposed to go. She would usually be drunk by now, so why wasn’t she? Maybe that was the male’s idea… to distract her from her usual things. Maybe he had been spying on her, maybe this wasn’t an accident at all. <style type="text/css"> .lt b {font-weight:bold; color:#91ba5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .lt .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #a99393;} .lt p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .lt {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#2c3033; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... /table.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 350px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Zalen Damaichu - 07-18-2011 [html] Word Count :: 419 :: OOC Keen eyes watched her nimble hand pull out of the bag something that Zalen had not seen in quite some time. A cigarette he believed they were called. With puppy-like curiosity he cocked his head to the side as he watched her light it and take a drag. His nose wrinkled as the smell hit him, it was strong but not that unpleasant in this weather. The smoke mingled in the misty air and then dissipated. Something about it was calming and Zalen felt his eyes droop. He only half paid attention to her next words, his ear slanted lazily in her direction. But when the topic of motherhood once again came up Zalen closed his eyes. He let the wave of emotion run over him, pain, anger, hatred, the need for revenge that he knew would never come. He tried to stay away from these dark thoughts, the thoughts that made him realize that not only could he not save his mother’s life, he couldn’t save Keylo or Cody either. Everyone close to him was dead. He looked up at Lucia with fierce eyes, “My mother was murdered when I was just a pup.” He closed his eyes angrily and turned his head away from her, feeling that in some way she could see how shameful he was. p> A growl rose in his throat as he remembered that fateful night, a dark moonless night in the dead of winter. He remembered how his mother had stood over him, hackles raised, becoming a fiery demon he had never imagined she could become, all so she could protect him from the horde that had them surrounded. There had been a flurry of movement, snarls and barks and yips of violence all around him. He could smell blood, and over the fray he heard his mother telling him to run… and like a coward he did. The biggest regret of his life was that he had run. He should have stayed by her side to the bitter end. Zalen felt hot liquid press behind his eyes and his blood boil. Those goddamn coyotes. He hated them. He wished he could wipe their kind from the face of the earth. The sky above them broke again with a burst of violent thunder and this snapped Zalen back to the here and now. He looked up at Lucia with a face that barely hid the emotions roiling within him. He grunted out a sigh and a part of him wished for a cigarette. .freebietable-a00 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EXZoK.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 90px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; text-align:justify;} .freebietable-a00 p.ooc {font-style:italic; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .freebietable-a00 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .freebietable-a00 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;} </style> - Lucia Cabriel - 07-18-2011 [html] I hate my muse, lol. Hope this actually made sense... His head cocked, nose wrinkled as the smoke danced its way to the male’s nostrils. Lucia felt an amused smile steal her darkened lips, she half expected him to cough. He seemed so innocent in that moment, for just that split second. It seemed almost strange that Lucia found him to be untrustworthy in her eyes. But the moment didn’t last long; her mind always had a way of bring back the negativity. Snake’s face flashed in front of her eyes, and that smile faded into nothing but silence. She just sat there, watching her male companion. He seemed lost in thought, a dark cloud moving over his face as though it mimicked the clouds above them. - Zalen Damaichu - 07-18-2011 [html] Word Count :: 326 :: I have a feeling this might be drawing to a close, what do you think? He watched her flick away the cigarette, both thankful and disappointed to be rid of the scent of it. He looked at her again, watched as she tried to formulate her thoughts for a response. Would she laugh at him? It didn't seem past her. Would she use this new found knowledge to spite him in some way, call him weak and a coward like he knew he was? His tail twitched nervously on the soaked ground as he waited. Why did he care so much what Lucia thought? Perhaps because she reminded him of his mother he sought her approval. Zalen regained his calm demeanor as she spoke. Well, that explained a lot about her. Having one’s mother be murdered and killing one’s father must change a person. But he hadn’t been changed… or had he? Was he so different from her? The only difference was she wore the darkness on her sleeve whereas he kept his buried inside. But Zalen had kindness in him, he had joy, he reveled in these things on a daily basis. This femme seemed to have driven those things from herself, perhaps seeing them as weakness. He understood her now, and wasn’t sure whether to pity her or what. He did empathize with her greatly though and in that moment felt more connected to this cold wolfess than he had anyone else he had met. The rain still pelted them, but the thunder was rumbling past, heading towards the mountains. The air was so heavy he supposed Lucia could have cut a slice of it with one of her daggers. Zalen gave his whole body a shake, causing his fur to stick up madly in every direction. “You’re lucky… in a sense. You were able to avenge you mother. I was never granted such a chance.” He shook his head again, half-heartedly, “You and I… what we went through… we are survivors I suppose, just surviving in different ways.” p> .freebietable-a00 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EXZoK.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 90px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; text-align:justify;} .freebietable-a00 p.ooc {font-style:italic; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .freebietable-a00 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .freebietable-a00 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;} </style> - Lucia Cabriel - 07-18-2011 [html] WOTD: Canonical. Lucia watched as Zalen shook himself down, rain drops flying everywhere and his fur sticking up. For a moment or two, her eyes showed signs of laughter, but it passed as quickly as it came about. She was no longer able to process such things. Positivity just wasn’t in the cards for her. - Zalen Damaichu - 07-19-2011 [html] Word Count :: 394 :: Sorry I didn't really expand the conversation in this one. ^_^' Zalen was slightly appalled by the way she casually spoke of killing her father, like it was nothing more than a game. Zalen considered life a precious thing now that individuals dear to him had their lives snuffed out. But here was this dark girl, basically mocking life with every sneer. It saddened him, but once again deep inside there was the tickle of excitement he had felt earlier. Something about her I-Don’t-Give-A-Shit nature was intoxicating to him. He wished that he could take on her mindset somehow, even if just for a moment. The idea of not caring seemed kind of… pleasant. In this moment of lust of carelessness he watched her move. She stood and he was suddenly slightly aroused by her slender figure. As he realized this he got a somewhat sick in the pit of his stomach. He could not be attracted to any female, especially this one. Sexual interests always led to disaster, at least in his experience. He would not permit himself to become fascinated in such a way. Forcefully he buried these desires deep into his mind where they would be dealt with later. Lucia then said something that blew Zalen’s mind. Was that a joke? A flirtatious joke? His first gut reaction was to stare at her slack jawed, but he stopped himself. Instead he looked at her emotionlessly and then put the silliest, goofiest grin on his face and reached up to ruffle the fur on his head, just making the spikiness of it that more intense. He laughed a bit but then calmed and looked at her again. How much he wished he could reach forward and push the strand of hair sticking to her face aside. What was this girl doing to him? Finally the rain began to die down, but the thunder could still be heard in the distance as the storm rolled over the mountain tops. The carcass of the fawn was now muddy and soiled and hardly noticeable, the rain having washed the blood away. Zalen looked at Lucia with wanting eyes, but a wanting that was neither sexual nor fiendish, but instead a wanting to understand. The way she looked now, eyes downcast and silent, she was like a beautiful statue on a pedestal too high for him to reach. He could say nothing lest the moment be broken. p> .freebietable-a00 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EXZoK.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 90px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; text-align:justify;} .freebietable-a00 p.ooc {font-style:italic; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .freebietable-a00 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .freebietable-a00 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;} </style> - Lucia Cabriel - 07-19-2011 [html] Hope this is alright. Poor little Lucia... Stillness was all that greeted the woman’s obscure behaviour. It seemed like the seconds dragged, the pit of her stomach unsettled with confusion and her malachite eyes burning into the ground beneath her. She could see him slightly still; no matter how hard she tried to look elsewhere. Her flesh was tinkled pink, flushing and warming with her embarrassment. It wasn’t until the other responded with the most whimsical grin Lucia had ever seen that her head slowly came back to join the gaze of her companion, lip twitching as she tried to hold off the small smile that tried to steal her face. - Zalen Damaichu - 07-19-2011 [html] Word Count :: 390 :: Zalen is going to touch her now, hopefully she doesn’t bite his hand off. BTW, using the most ridiculous word of the day ever in this one, I’m sure you can’t miss it. When Lucia could hardly contain a smile it warmed his heart. So this femme did have a soul of some kind it seemed. Her quiet laughter caused his heart so skip a beat, it was like the tinkling of broken bells and it was lovely. There were aspects of her that did in fact lend themselves to her name sake, like glimmers of bright light in the abyss. These parts of her the overwhelming good in him clung too while the ostracized dark part of his soul lusted after the rest of her. ‘You’re a strange creature’ she said and his head cocked so ever slightly to the side as the grin crept back onto his features. As confusing as this girl was to him he was to her and this made him no longer feel at a disadvantage in this situation. She seemed to be struggling to get every word out and he knew conversation like this was probably few and far between for her as it was for him as a well. And the way she spit out the sentence ‘You’re not so bad… for a man,’ revealed even more into her dark soul. Her father killing her mother, strike one against men; her killing her father for fun, strike two. Now the last piece of the puzzle was whatever strike three had been, something as traumatizing as her mother being killed most likely. But now was not the time to ask that question, now was the time to calm her nerves. Zalen wouldn’t hurt her, he couldn’t even if he tried. She was like an inverted mirror of himself and she was also like his mother. Lucia would be the last person on earth to receive his scorn now, even though they had only spent about half an hour together. “You’re not so bad either… for a woman.” And now that he was in a zugzwang, Zalen took a risk. He stepped towards her and gently pushed that annoyed strand from her cheek with a sharp claw. He hesitated only for a moment before touching her, realizing this was probably a bad idea, but nothing ventured nothing gained. As the forefinger pad of his paw moved against her cheek he felt for the first time her warmth and the soft nature of her fur. He inwardly shuddered. p> .freebietable-a00 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/EXZoK.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 90px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; text-align:justify;} .freebietable-a00 p.ooc {font-style:italic; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .freebietable-a00 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .freebietable-a00 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;} </style> - Lucia Cabriel - 07-25-2011 [html] So sorry about the wait! ... & this post sucks. Yours was awesome though. It took a moment of silence for everything to shift. He had tilted his head, stared at her. There was a slight smile across his masculine features. Lucia could feel her mind splitting, tearing itself in half. Part of her wanted to swipe away this grin he displayed, claws out and blood spilt… The other part, she liked it. She wanted to watch him smile over and over again. What was happening to this dark female? How could such a creature gain this kind of hold on her in such a short amount of time? Her brain raced, every thought bursting through the dusty corridors, screaming out with confusion. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t know what to do. |