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- Saul Stormbringer - 07-17-2011 [html] your ooc jabber will go here 20th July . 6pm . Arachnea's Revenge- Close to Sugarwoods . Optime Form .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Ever Mayawyn - 07-20-2011 [html] 539
The cloud colored hybrid gazed across the vast expanse of ocean that could be considered her front yard. White caps thrashed and rolled like a herd of horses raising, galloping and fading in splash of colorless liquid. The wave reached towards the shore, desperately clinging to sand and small fragments of shells and rocks before it was unwilling dragged out again and spun as silk into a watery blanket. Aqua frosted eyes flicked back and forth across the rippled land at every curl of the sea. Soft lavender was dripped across the sky in place of the dissolving sun which cast a luminescent orange around itself like a halo. The horizon that partially obscured the setting ball of light was direct, gray in color, and indifferent.
Her morning had been spent at the stables, leisurely cleaning and organizing various essentials in the Miracles barn. The afternoon had come up shortly and she had returned home, taking her stallion with her by her side. Her mate was absent, and had been lately when she came home from work. The pain became unbearable by then so she had planted herself on the steps for another day, staring blankly out towards the nothingness of the horizon. Hands framed her face in an exasperated motion. Occasionally, opaquely grey-blue eyes found her companion grazing nearby or staring worriedly in her direction. Eventually, Ever called him over and lead him into the woods.
Since the pain started the girl hadn’t left the usual route from the bungalow to the stables. She hadn’t had the energy to travel or see anyone, the thought made her feel even sicker. But the idea of sitting home again had broken through the clouded mind of hers, stirring a bit of her personality to the surface. Ever didn’t know where she was headed, maybe seeking the help Ezra had suggested, maybe running until she had nothing left to worry about but the pain that was coming in waves of soreness.
Saphraine rocked with his steps, swaying the hybrid a top his bare back. Ever let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of the shade of the tree branches dance along her back. Her fingers had tangled themselves in the stallion’s radiant snow white mane. Scents of summer came on the soft wind mingled with the distant fragrance of sea water. The girl raised her muzzle catching a familiar trace with a slight tang of a foreign pack. She urged the golden equine to a smooth trot with a placid tap, her face furrowing into curiosity. The smell only grew and led them towards another territory. Saphraine even began tossing his graceful neck, the guardian he was. Rather suddenly the forest thinned and a memorable figure became clear.
He sat comfortably alongside his steed that was reined to a tree. She circled the two once before prancing in and dismounting in a quick polished movement. .whitemorning-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .whitemorning b {font-weight:bold; color:#818181; letter-spacing:1px} .whitemorning p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .whitemorning-line {width:420px; border-top:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} .whitemorning{margin:0 auto; background-color:#c8c8c8; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/s6st9k.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#929292; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify; width:500px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 07-21-2011 [html] your ooc jabber will go here perdy ever <3 .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Ever Mayawyn - 07-26-2011 [html] How did I miss this? I dunno! Sorry! :3
Painted on Saul’s face was a peculiar expression, and Ever tried to decipher it until it passed, melting away into a welcoming smile. She had always been fond of the young Apothecary, with him showing such knowledge and kindness at his young age. He had helped her back on her feet when she had injured her wrist in the winter, and the silver girl chastened herself for not thinking of coming to him sooner. However, his question brought a slight hesitation on her part. Should she tell him what was wrong? It would be rude of her to barge in announced in his time of resting. Perhaps he was waiting for someone or didn’t wish to be disturbed. Her mind was made up by taking in the dual-gray toned wolf’s pleased expression once again.
“I have not been well, actually,” .whitemorning-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .whitemorning b {font-weight:bold; color:#818181; letter-spacing:1px} .whitemorning p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .whitemorning-line {width:420px; border-top:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} .whitemorning{margin:0 auto; background-color:#c8c8c8; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/s6st9k.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#929292; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify; width:500px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 07-28-2011 [html] your ooc jabber will go here <3 .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Ever Mayawyn - 08-09-2011 [html] Sorry for the delay!
She was weary of what the young Apothecary would bring to attention. However, she answered his questions and obeyed his commands. The idea that something was wrong with her sent a tinge of fear down her spine. As her stallion backed away and the squealing and reeling was over, Saul turned his attention back to his patient. She grinned lightly at his comment, pleased that his own dark companion, Hermes, seemed unaffected by Saphraine’s prodding of his equipment. Immediately, the gray sand-furred male took another step towards the silver girl, his hands outstretched. There was a slight pause of uncertainly and the same peculiar expression was draped once again in his expression. After the boy recovered, he placed a earth brown hand on her stomach. The pain seared like fire instantly and Ever was suddenly fearful, flinching away at first, but admiring the concerned look on the other wolf’s features. He wanted to help.
His hand felt awkward on her side as he delicately glided his palm across her abdomen. She watched down at him with clouded ocean eyes. Ever hoped silently he could help, desperately calling for an answer with her eyes as a kick of soreness rocked her sides under the boy’s palm. It was only a moment before Saul removed his palms from her fragile, beautifully clipped body. .whitemorning-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .whitemorning b {font-weight:bold; color:#818181; letter-spacing:1px} .whitemorning p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .whitemorning-line {width:420px; border-top:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} .whitemorning{margin:0 auto; background-color:#c8c8c8; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/s6st9k.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#929292; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify; width:500px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 08-14-2011 [html] your ooc jabber will go here <3 .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Ever Mayawyn - 08-19-2011 [html] 339
Her skin beneath silver fur felt warm from the boy’s lingering touch. Ears still flattened against her skull, shrouded by wild chestnut curls, Ever continued to pay rapt attention. Saul’s face was contorted in a delicate mask of confusion, his maw set in a line that looked as if it should have been speaking. Once she spoke, it only took a minute for her words to sink in to the young apothecary’s growing expanse of knowledge. Something must have connected inside his mind for his emerald gaze brightened in a somewhat enervated response despite his soft head recognition.
His next question came as a slight shock. She recoiled slightly, angling herself towards her companion as if ready to flee. He was trying to help, Ever reminded herself again, keeping her face shadowed and her guard up for another moment. The silence stretched until it was just before the length of being uncomfortable. .whitemorning-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .whitemorning b {font-weight:bold; color:#818181; letter-spacing:1px} .whitemorning p {text-indent:20px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .whitemorning-line {width:420px; border-top:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} .whitemorning{margin:0 auto; background-color:#c8c8c8; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/s6st9k.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#929292; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify; width:500px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] |