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- Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth - 07-16-2011 [html]
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In her and Giuseppe's room she was, with her back to the wall and a few tears dripping down her cheeks. The snowy woman had come back when she had sworn she wouldn't. The pack she had been going to join was no more and Gemma disliked the several days she had spent as a loner on her own in the great wilderness. She had grown too used to the caverns of Anathema and its myriad of twisting winding tunnels. The ball of white fur shivered from her position on the floor, to top things off she would never be with Matteo now who had married Alaki not a short time ago. The blue dress she had worn for the wedding had been shredded from her body as soon as she had been able to escape. The tattered remains of it lay abandoned in some random tunnel as she herself had been abandoned by the white male. The woman wiped a paw across her face trying to get rid of some of the tears and sniffed. The actress' stage time was over now and once the curtain had fallen on her parade the make up had come off and now she let her heart out. Her free hand rubbed at her stomach which held just the slightest hints of her pregnancy, unnoticeable to those who did not look hard or know exactly what to seek, the once princess only noticed it herself because she had been through it twice. She sighed, staring miserably at the ground next to her feet and wrapped her arms around herself. She sniffed again, outright refusing to think about her father at a time like this. Her gaze switched to the red knotted bracelet around her right wrist, everything was going wrong all at once and the female was struggling to keep up with it. .AnaFK-15 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .AnaFK-15 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .AnaFK-15 b {font-family:verdana; color:#FFF; text-shadow:#000 0px 0px 2px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .AnaFK-15 {background-color:#632728; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fdd2db; line-height:16px; width:476px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb29 ... uls/13.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:325px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .AnaFK-15-border {width:478px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style>[/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 07-27-2011 [html] Geez Jace, why didn't you remind me to post? *runs for her life!*
The tortured hybrid slowly made his way away from the ceremony. His brow was creased with wrinkles as he continued to think about the events of the past couple of days. In no way would he have let this outrageous excuse for a marriage occur had he now been completely intoxicated, thanks to Alaki’s quick thinking, when he agreed to give his brother to the gray wolf. The enter thing was a monstrosity! How could a hybrid of Trovato blood even think about such a union? Back in Italy Matteo would have been shunned from the family, casted out of the family home. Their mother would have wept for days and nights after the fact and his name banned from use. .melfreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d2cfc9; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #211e1b; } .melfreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#211e1b; text-align:center;} .melfreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .melfreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#5c514b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... tofree.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #d2cfc9; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#211e1b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .melfreebe01-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #5c514b; margin:0 auto;} .melfreebe01-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #9d9592; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth - 07-31-2011 no worries 3+ She heard his approach but did nothing about it, she could have hidden herself away but she didn't want to, the pain he could deal her was nothing compared to what she was already feeling. So much emotion ran through her that she felt as though she were high or drunk, unable to think straight. Then he was there, filling up the doorway with his dark and imposing form. Giuseppe was harsh and lacked his brother's gentleness and quiet elegance but the woman did not want to be surrounded by gentle and elegance was the last thing on her mind, she let his anger and violence wash over her, feeling her fur prickle in response. The white woman tilted her head to the side, showing him her neck as he threw himself onto the sofa, she rubbed at her face with her hands, wiping away the last of her tears as he commanded her to. She could sense, something was changing and a new part of her life starting, she watched dark man with huge blue eyes, the opposite to Teo's white innocence, he was all darkness and depravity and she found herself drawn to it. He reminded of her father who sometimes had liked to hit and hurt but it had never truly hurt her, the injuries faded and disappeared unlike the emotional pain Matteo had dealt her, those scars would take months maybe years to heal, and the man himself would be a constant reminder, poking and prodding at the raw skin and nerves. The woman rose slowly from her position on the floor so as not to startle him and joined him on the sofa. Her lips pressed into a thin line slowly moved to curl upwards and her hands slowly petted the fur of his arm and shoulder, soft trailing touches that were breath light. Her voice was slightly curious, "Who is he you speak of? I don't know anyone by that name." - Giuseppe Trovato - 08-03-2011 [html] ooc:
WC:300+ .melfreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d2cfc9; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #211e1b; } .melfreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#211e1b; text-align:center;} .melfreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .melfreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#5c514b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... tofree.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #d2cfc9; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#211e1b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .melfreebe01-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #5c514b; margin:0 auto;} .melfreebe01-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #9d9592; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth - 08-06-2011 blargh shortpost is fail She was glad when his expression changed from angry to some kind of happy looking surprised, she enjoyed the thrill once more of pleasing the one that owned her, like she had done with her father. The feeling of it was intoxicating and heady, she continued to stroke his arm gently with her hands while his eyes roamed her body. She had never redressed herself into her hot pants and leather top so was all bare for his eyes to pursue and approval. Her smile turned into a full blown grin as the dark Trovato began to lean across her, hands moved from his arms to stroke his chest and stomach as he came closer, her touches moving into the realm of caresses. Coyote ears pulled back against her head as she submitted willingly to his strength and dominance, her breathing quickening and becoming short and breathy, her voice little more than a moan, "Oh, yes. I would like that please." Her paws moved further down to play with the top of his pants, and she unpopped the button there that held his trousers up. - Giuseppe Trovato - 08-23-2011 [html]
.melfreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d2cfc9; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #211e1b; } .melfreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#211e1b; text-align:center;} .melfreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .melfreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#5c514b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... tofree.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #d2cfc9; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#211e1b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .melfreebe01-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #5c514b; margin:0 auto;} .melfreebe01-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #9d9592; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth - 09-09-2011 soo soo sorry for taking forever on this x.x aha Gemma gets high from danger XD 3+ She was submissive, she would always be submissive; her upbringing and personality and also her life experiences ensured that this would stand. She was happy to let someone else take the wheel and control what was happening, indeeed it was almost the only way of living she had known. First under her father and then while she was chained up under Gabriel's rule, then with the coyote hippies that had saved her life and now here with Giuseppe. In the few instances that she had been forced to rely on her own sense of self and will, the woman had almost come apart at her seams. Living alone and leaderless suited the pale femme very very badly. Her body trembled with the hunger as his teeth grazed at her neck, so easily could he kill her now with a snap shut of his jaws it was laughable, endorphins flooded her mind and for several long seconds she was far far away, floating amongst the clouds as the natural high of danger commenced. This was a dance she had practiced life long, a seduction of the body and mind until neither could process the exquisite messages received, too overloaded to care. She returned to her own body with a jerk, sky blue orbs darkening with lust and some emotion that could be akin to caring. Down into his dark eyes she peered as he smiled gently at her, seeing past the madness, the monster, the pain and anger, down into the soul of the man who resided within. She wished she could reach out to that man; sooth away the hurt and betrayal of his brother, the only family he had left, smooth away the pain dealt from a father that was too harsh and a life that had condemned him for the color of his pelt. But for now that man was blocked from her by a wall of his own construction, she would have to strip him down cautiously and slowly with trust and caring, perhaps maybe even love. So instead she showed him in the only way she knew how to, with her body and the way he made her react to him, the sounds she made and scents she produced, all letting him know that somebody wanted him, that somebody actually cared. Emotion and fear blocked her from speaking such words, fear of being rejected or laughed at, she replaced those words with instead a sound, filled with longing, lust, submission and all other manner of things he would love to hear, "Giuseppe..." |