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- Giuseppe Trovato - 08-07-2011 [html]
occ: A couple Giu/Teo posts then Gemma will join
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He was lucky to find Matteo home at all. The white male had been planning to go to the stables that day to teach Camilla a few more things about the animals there. However, he'd also been feeling tired lately from he stress he felt. Gemma... pregnant. He didn't want Giuseppe raising children at all, none-less his own pups. The idea of the same things happening to them made him sick. He had spent hours every day trying to think of a way that he could claim the pups himself without ruining the lives of both his loves. Gemma might've hated him now... but he didn't want to hurt her anymore. Not again. He still felt guilty about doing it in the first place. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Three steady though quiet knocks. Camilla, who'd been playing in her room with Carissa, came into the living room as Teo got up to answer the door. Upon opening it, he immediately wanted to close it again. Giuseppe. Instead, he put on his bravest face and opened the door, leaning on the frame as if he were at ease, his arms crossing and ears perking. Che cosa ci fai qui, Giuseppe? He said bitterly in Italian, obviously not welcoming the brother at all. Inside, Camilla curiously stepped into view, having not really met her other brother yet. So this was the fabled Giuseppe? He didn't seem all that scary to her. Why had Teo warned her away from him? .mt-doubleimg .ooc {font-style:italic; } .mt-doubleimg p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .mt-doubleimg b {color:#770000; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.1em 0.1em #000; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .mt-doubleimg {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/14rl3.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: arial, serif; font-size:12px; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:540px; text-align:justify; padding:70px 0px 0px 0px; background-color:black;} .mt-doubleimg-inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZZZ09.png);background-position:bottom left; background-repeat:no-repeat; margin-top:150px; padding: 0px 0px 50px 0px; width:540px;background-color:black;} .mt-doubleimg-border {width:540px; margin:0 auto;border:1px solid white;outline:1px solid black;} </style>[/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 08-23-2011 [html] occ:
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When Giuseppe ignored him, Teo wanted to do one of two things; close the door and never speak to him again, or knock him the fuck out. He did neither, gritting his teeth as the abusive brother used that all too familliar tone with Camilla. The child didn't get a chance to respond. Don't even consider it. He growled lowly, loud enough for Giu to hear but not for Camilla. He turned and shooed the girl back into her room, where she gladly disappeared into, not wanting to stick around when Teo had suddenly dropped into a bad mood. Once she was secured in the bedroom, Teo turned back to Giu. I don't know what you've apparently come to claim... but I was hoping we'd get the chance to talk. He kept his voice steady now, easing into a bitter retreat of sorts to keep himself from making a scene. If you come near my family, I'll rip your nuts off. If you so much as think about trying the same shit with Camilla that you did me, you'll wish I'd ripped your nuts off. So much for keeping things civil. Matteo was very, very displeased with the fact that he'd even considered talking to Camilla. The girl was blessed to have been born after the brothers had left. What added to his anger was a mixture of jealousy, spite, scorn... and fear. Not for himself, not anymore, but for the pups Gemma carried. They could've been his, he hoped they were. That made them his family. That made them on the list of protected persons that Teo would commit murder for. After the shit he'd gone through this year alone, Matteo wasn't about to shy away from admitting that he'd murder for his family... as long as it meant they'd be safe. Especially from the incest-forcing rapist of an abusive brother, Giuseppe. .mt-doubleimg .ooc {font-style:italic; } .mt-doubleimg p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .mt-doubleimg b {color:#770000; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.1em 0.1em #000; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .mt-doubleimg {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/14rl3.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: arial, serif; font-size:12px; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:540px; text-align:justify; padding:70px 0px 0px 0px; background-color:black;} .mt-doubleimg-inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZZZ09.png);background-position:bottom left; background-repeat:no-repeat; margin-top:150px; padding: 0px 0px 50px 0px; width:540px;background-color:black;} .mt-doubleimg-border {width:540px; margin:0 auto;border:1px solid white;outline:1px solid black;} </style>[/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 09-17-2011 [html] occ: Jace will post after you !
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His words stung. He knew the family history had never before permitted wolves as liable mates, for obvious reasons if one came from Italy as they had. It was the burning from the words that brought a very angry flare to the boy's dual-toned eyes. He allowed Giuseppe to finish saying what he had to say before responding, though. I was not the one to commit sinful crimes against his own brother, Giuseppe. You spat upon our family name the day you started abusing me. He stepped forward took on a daringly dominant stance, tail high and ears higher. We're not in Italy anymore, Giuseppe. We're in America, in a pack that has its own laws. Degrading wolves here is disrespectful to our leader. Though he didn't feel comfortable confronting his brother, that collar meant a lot to him and he wasn't about to hand it over. Not without a fight, anyway. Besides, I burned that damned thing months ago. He bluffed cleanly, seeming to catch his temper again though lying through his teeth. I would've sold it, but who'd buy a dirty old slave collar around here anyway? Only the devil worshipers have slaves these days. He made a point to look Giuseppe in the eye with the mention of dark worship. So no, I'm terribly sorry, but you can't have it back. Get away from my den. You're not welcome here, rapist. And that's when the snarl came out, lips drawn back and ears forwad in aggression. He prayed that Giuseppe wouldn't call him on his bluff. It was taking a lot of courage for the boy to stand up to the brother like that. At least it looked and sounded real, thanks to that Trovato temper. .mt-doubleimg .ooc {font-style:italic; } .mt-doubleimg p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .mt-doubleimg b {color:#770000; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.1em 0.1em #000; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .mt-doubleimg {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/14rl3.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: arial, serif; font-size:12px; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:540px; text-align:justify; padding:70px 0px 0px 0px; background-color:black;} .mt-doubleimg-inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZZZ09.png);background-position:bottom left; background-repeat:no-repeat; margin-top:150px; padding: 0px 0px 50px 0px; width:540px;background-color:black;} .mt-doubleimg-border {width:540px; margin:0 auto;border:1px solid white;outline:1px solid black;} </style>[/html] - Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth - 09-18-2011 [html] ooc text.yay for gemma XD angry hormonal person, bitchy claws are coming out, 5+
As fat and heavily weighted as she was the woman was surprisingly stealthy and quick on her feet so when Giuseppe left her presence with an angry she naturally followed him to satisfy her own natural curiosity and also maybe hoping he would catch her in the act and agree to punish her for being naughty. The idea made her grin and she trailed after the dark foreboding man. Pregnancy suited Gemma very well, the bulge of her stomach hung off of her slim but curvaceous form in a way most women would be green with envy at and giving her overall shape an exotically carved appearance. Coupled with her long white fur and curly ivory hair, she was a visage of beauty that relished in the idea of her upcoming motherhood. She spent so much time around Giuseppe now that his scent dominated her own and lingered constantly around her, therefore she could sneak about undetected by even the man himself. She was surprised that Giuseppe's travels brought him to the cave his cast off brother shared with his kidnapping new mate and waited with baited breath as the males exchanged words. Giuseppe was the definition of calmness and composure whilst Matteo seemed to be loosing his sanity with every passing second. She tried very hard to suppress the emotions associated with the albino Italian, she had grown rather good at it over the past few weeks but his anger was pushing her to the edge. How dare he speak to Giuseppe that way, after the chocolate hued coy-dog was making such an effort to be civil, all he wanted was the collar returned, his own property back in his possession. No longer could she stand in the shadows and watch this play out, she stormed around the corner, rage in every step and grabbed Giuseppe's hand in support of him, leveling a glare at the other, "You're one to talk about committing sins, faggot. Or do the laws of your religion change now that you willing you submit your rear end to the sexual advances of a man? What was it now 'You shall not lie with a man as a woman that is an abomination.' How the tune quickly changes when it's yourself under fire." Her teeth were bared and fur bristling, tail raised high above the position is normally assumed. She had picked up quite a few things about the men's religion and their belief in god and such during her time living with them, enough that she could now throw Matteo's accusations back in his face. Gemma believed that all should be free to love each other and procreate as they would and it was an ideal she acted by during her life, at least she could claim she was honest and true to herself, despite her easy going ways, unlike a certain albino who hid himself behind a contradictory religion and shot off bullets that would penetrate himself jsut as deeply as they would Giuseppe. <style> .GEMSDB-a05 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .GEMSDB-a05 b {color:#e66288;text-shadow:#e79b8d 0px 0px 5px;} .GEMSDB-a05-b {width:452px; border:0px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;-webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .GEMSDB-a05-name {font-family:georgia, serif;} .GEMSDB-a05-ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .GEMSDB-a05 {background-color:#191506; border:1px solid #e79b8d; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/VMI2I.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b58e59; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 210px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} </style> [/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 10-12-2011 [html] occ:
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He'd never thought about hitting Gemma before. He'd never ever considered yelling at her. But when she came storming up and the first words out of her mouth were 'faggot' he felt that already burning temper all but implode. Ears hadn't even heard what his brother had said. If he had, he would've forgotten anyway. Her words hurt far more. His tone was even and flat, eyes on hers in an ice cold glare. Oh, you're one to talk. Whoring yourself around like a used toy, popping out corpses whenever you do. Close your legs and shut the fuck up, slut. Oh, shit. He'd regret that later. He sort of regreted it the moment it came out of his mouth. But at least his anger had shifted into cold spite now. Defensive wasn't the word for it anymore. He looked at his brother, inhaling through his nose and holding back more harsh words. I burned it. He stated again, just as flat as before. If you don't take your whore and get away from my den, I'll show you just how much Dad taught me about the family business. He'd collected himself at least. Sure, Teo didn't handle anger very well (he'd never been free enough to show it much, so he was out of practice) but he did know that a physical fight wouldn't solve anything... no matter how close he was to shutting them both up for good. .mt-doubleimg .ooc {font-style:italic; } .mt-doubleimg p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .mt-doubleimg b {color:#770000; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.1em 0.1em #000; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .mt-doubleimg {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/14rl3.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: arial, serif; font-size:12px; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:540px; text-align:justify; padding:70px 0px 0px 0px; background-color:black;} .mt-doubleimg-inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZZZ09.png);background-position:bottom left; background-repeat:no-repeat; margin-top:150px; padding: 0px 0px 50px 0px; width:540px;background-color:black;} .mt-doubleimg-border {width:540px; margin:0 auto;border:1px solid white;outline:1px solid black;} </style>[/html] - Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth - 10-27-2011 3+ Her teeth flashed white in the gloom of the tunnels as she laughed at him, loudly and mockingly. Really? Slut? Whore? Was that the best he could really come up with, some people were doomed to be amateurs all their wretched lives. A slut was what she was, had always been thanks to her father and she saw it as something to be prideful about, so he had just paid her a compliment then, honestly. Popping out corpses however, whilst it didn't take from the laugher from her face or the mocking and loathing in her eyes, inside where it was aimed struck true and sliced into the beating flesh of her heart. She felt pain there as though an actual knife had been slipped between her ribs... popping out corpses. Inside the child she once was cried for the parts of her that had died before they had even lived. He could not possibly know what had happened in her past, she had told not a single soul who was still alive, not even Lucifer knew that she had borne him young, nor her sister or her mother who hated her. The only one who knew the grisly details was Gabriel and he was back halfway aross the US, down in the deserts where he hunted. Even as she laughed at his 'insults' she was dieing inside herself. Baiting Matteo had lost its sport now and all she wanted to do was go home and feel bitter and angry, damn to collar and damn the white furred man in front of her, he didn't deserve her attention, negative as it was nor any attentiuon at all from her beautiful form. He was an insect, the lowest of the low to be crushed underneath her paws and ground into the dirt where he belonged. - Giuseppe Trovato - 10-31-2011 [html] occ: This thread can be closed unless either of you want to post again
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