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- Terra - 01-28-2012 [html] OOC she's in heat until Feb 10, so don't mind her Bouncing through the snow Terra barked happily. She still didn't know what had changed with her, but the feeling was just great, keeping her excited and constantly energetic. Terra felt a bit like she'd been turned into a pup again, except she wasn't getting exhausted. A new member had joined the pack, and that information had thrown her into a complete spiral, sending her spinning with happiness. She was so excited to meet the newcomer. She'd heard it was a male as well, sending shivers of delight down her spine.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 01-28-2012 haha, that ought to be interesting. XD [html] When she drew nearer, Trent recognised the scent. It sent shivers down his spine, and he wasn't sure if they were good or bad ones. It made him want to crawl down in submission and roar out in dominance. Most of all, it made him want to hide under a rock until she was gone. Unfortunately, he had no rock. All he had was a mostly empty room that felt cold and unpersonal. Not like a den that he had scratched out himself, not like the cold night sky as he fell asleep in the tall grasses of his home. Just a room. That was mostly empty. Nowhere to hide. Knowing that he could not hide in this room for ever, Trent carefully poked at his door. He was in his optime form, although he did not feel entirely confident in it yet. But it made handling doors a lot easier, at least. There was a screeching sound as it opened and he carefully poked his nose around the edge of the door. Looking at her, she looked pretty, he supposed. - Terra - 01-28-2012 [html] OOC love that first part! Terra wagged her tail happily as the door creaked open. A male, just a few months older than her, pried it open. She looked at him stick his head out, standing in his optime form. Terra had been in her burly secui form, letting her bound through the snow without being caught by it, though it was hard to tell since she still looked thin, mostly like a slightly muscular normal wolf. She smiled at him as he clung to the door for dear life. He appeared terrified of her, despite her friendly appearance. Well, perhaps not the most friendly. Thanks. You should see me when I'm on two legs. She winked at him teasingly, her jaw open in a silent laugh. Twisting around the door where he stood Terra stuck her head inside. It was a pretty empty room, not even any cloth or furniture left over. Pulling her head back she looked at him quizzically. Why did you pick this room? Her own room had been chosen because she'd been able to make a kind of den in the mattress, and had a closet she could curl up and hide in. Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-01-2012 [html] Trent wasn't very used to the optime form just yet, and so he doubted that he would've thought her much more pretty if she was in it presently. It would take time for him to see the beauty in it, although he liked the shiny accessories that it brought. Well, for those who actually had shiny accessories, anyway. Trent had nothing, presently. He smiled nervously when she made her comment, not really sure how to respond, especially because his comment had only been half genuine to start with. When she came closer and stuck her nose around the corner of his door, Trent backed off into the room, narrowly managing not to make a panicked sound in the process. He stumbled onto the ground, still not too used to this two-legged form, and stared up at her from underneath his long, orangey mane, of which a large portion hung in his face. Trent hastily wiped away a couple strands of hair so that he could see again and looked at her apologetically. Oh, right, she'd asked him about the room. Trent glanced around, and he wasn't really sure. The only thing the room had was a broken table. So, essentially all it had was a corner of firewood, since Trent had shoved it in the corner, finding no use for the two-legged, cracked item. - Terra - 02-01-2012 [html] OOC Terra laughed as he tumbled to the ground, her tail wagging happily. He was so clumsy, so fresh. Every nerve in her body screamed that he was one of those gullible creatures that were just so much fun to tease. Lazily she walked over to him, body swaying slightly as she approached him. He wiped the strands of hair out of his face quickly, revealing his clear eyes. Uncertainty and shyness shone through as Terra rubbed against him. That's alright. It takes time to get used to, that's all. Terra knew that well enough herself, having tried to tackle someone in optime only to fail miserably.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-01-2012 [html] Trent had hoped that she'd stay away, but she came closer after he fell down. He swallowed difficultly, feeling aversed by the touch and leaned back on his lower arms, keeping himself close to the ground. Trent had no problem with her display of dominance, because at least it was a game that he knew how to play. His parents'd always been the sort to have trouble with his easy submission, but to Trent it felt only natural to submit. He lowered himself a bit further and hunched his shoulders while he looked away from her, avoiding eye contact. Since he had no idea what to say, he didn't respond verbally to her suggestion that he'd get used to this with time. A tongue suddenly connected with his face and, even though it felt rather awkward in this two-legged form, Trent moved his nose towards her face and tried to lick the tip of her chin gingerly. It was to show that he accepted her as his superior. There was no mistaking that the bashful, awkward male was happy enough to be a subordinate, in the ranks and to her. Then she offered to help him look for stuff. All of a sudden Trent realised that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and that he didn't yet know the female's name either. - Terra - 02-01-2012 [html] OOC Jan 25 The wolf didn't seem to like her touch, trying to make himself shrink away at her touch. It wasn't a reaction that she was used to, knowing that she was especially difficult to resist right now. Terra growled playfully as he reached up licking her chin. Her tail wagged happily as she stepped away from him, at last leaving him room to stand up. She crouched there, letting the bones shift and melt, lengthening. It didn't hurt, though it did sound like it did. She had finally gotten used to tuning that out though, with the noise no longer bothering her. Her claws lengthened, the pads of her paws separating and lengthening out. Her back legs stretched, tearing slightly at the wood beneath her before she shook her red hair out and stood up.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-02-2012 [html] Trent couldn't help it that his jaw dropped as he watched her change into her optime form. He'd seen Sebastian change, of course, but it was some time ago and since then he'd only seen wolves in one or the other shape. Trent rudely stared at her while she shifted, ears flattening every time he heard a crack that sounded moer than painful. He hadn't forgotten about the pain it still caused him to shift. She did not look to be in a lot of pain, but the sickening cracks reminded him too much of his own changes and he looked away again, gritting his teeth. Trent was clearly not feeling very comfortable. She introduced herself as Terra once she had changed, and Trent looked at her for a while, observing the changes that had just taken place. It was hard to believe she was still the same wolf. Terra held out a hand, but Trent wasn't accustomed to what the gesture was meant to offer. He looked at the outstretched hand apologetically, not understanding that she meant to help pull him up — but too insecure to ask — and then scrambled to his feet on his own accord. - Terra - 02-02-2012 [html] OOC The same gaze that Terra had turned on Eclipse as she watched another shift for the first time now turned to her. Terra winked at him happily, noting his confusion about the hand. She pulled back as he stood up on his own before playfully stepping over, rubbing shoulders with him. Even in optime form she acted very much like she was still on four legs, her affections and gestures that of a non shifted canine than that of what she truly was.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-03-2012 [html] The physical contact made Trent uneasy again, and he averted his gaze again, staring at the room's empty floor. He knew that any touch during this season should give him a feeling of exhillaration, and a part of him knew that this was what was supposed to happen. The fact that it did not distressed Trent; as if he was not truly wolf, because he did not have these feelings that others would at the sight of a beautiful female in heat. Trent stole a quick glance, then looked back at the ground, looking uncomfortable. At her question, he was baffled a moment, since he expected that everyone here knew everything about being luperci. He was probably the last to ask, but he was pretty sure some were born like this, those that seemed so comfortable in it; like Sebastian, the dark-furred male he'd met, and Alder. - Terra - 02-03-2012 [html] OOC His answer wasn't very good. It just gave Terra more to ponder on. She knew she had been born this way, but knowing that some could always shift was strange. He was unsure as well, adding to the puzzle. Terra would have to ask someone after this then, finding out what the difference was between those that could always shift and those that shifted later, unaware that she fell into the former category, having most luperci gain the ability at six months. There was so much that she didn't know, had to learn. Even this freshly adjusting wolf knew more than her. Pups probably knew more. She snorted slightly in frustration heading towards the door.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-04-2012 [html] Like Terra, Trent had no idea what the world of luperci was like, so he wasn't able to offer her a lot of answers. He had only recently changed, so he knew even less about it -- he couldn't even control his shifting, or himself, after all -- than he assumed she did. When she came back and touched his arm, Trent regretted his question. Suck it up and go for it, he thought, unsure whether he was aroused or revulsed by her touch, by her closeness, by her scent. Mouth open, all that came out was a quivering bottom lip until she stepped away into the hallway. His pounding heart calmed down a bit, and he was not given more time to consider whether it would be worth the risk of being absolutely miserable to try and pursue a relationship of the more healthy kind, with the opposite gender. Pushed back into present time, Trent nodded, forcing a smile to his face. - Terra - 02-04-2012 [html] OOC Terra didn't care whether or not he was new to shifting or not. What mattered was how fast he could adapt. Shaking her hair out she glanced back at his shaky words. Playfully she winked at him. Are you offering? I'm not sure you're strong enough to handle this though, boy. Maybe you should be looking for a protector yourself. Her words were teasing, asking him to step up to the challenge that she set, while at the same time leaving a way for him to wriggle out. Terra had little patience with the weak, dominating over them without a thought. At the same time if he decided to pursue her, Terra would more than welcome the attention, her body craving all the attention it could get.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-04-2012 [html] To be honest, Trent wasn't sure if he was strong enough to handle all of what she had either. Not just because she was female, but also because she had quite the personality on her. Unable to form an adequate response, all Trent did was stare at her with his mouth opened until they finally moved out of his mostly empty room to look for more stuff. He was glad that he had someone to guide him, although Trent wasn't sure if it was a good idea to get closer to her, and let her get closer to him. He might persuade himself to just go for it and try to steal her heart, if he allowed that to happen, only to likely crush it at some point in his life because she wasn't really what he fancied. He was still under the delusion that he could learn to love that way of life, the normal way of life. But he knew that if he waited too long, she'd probably think he was too weak. While thinking this over, Trent followed Terra in silence, not even noticing her swaying hips in his oblivion and thoughts. The room of stuff that they went to seemed to have a lot of shinies, and Trent wondered if this was just a spare room with things in it that anyone could take. In the meantime she dug through stuff, finding something that looked like a flat piece of fur. It smelled like it, too; at least, Trent thought to recognise the faint scent of sheep cling to it. How peculiar. He looked at her and the blanket, waiting for her to do something with it as he had no idea what it was used for. - Terra - 02-04-2012 [html] OOC Returning to rummaging Terra tossed the blanket in Trent's direction. Keeping her balance up there was tricky, the furniture occasionally creaking as she tested their balance, pushing the edges. So many gaps, so many places she could fall through, so many ways she could break a leg. It brightened her heart, even as she knew that there was no real danger with her skill at balancing and moving. Going through again Terra found an old chair, springs sticking out of the back. She removed the cushion, looking at it rather curiously. Maybe it could work like her mattress, on a smaller scale. It would certainly be easier to move. I'm not sure. Think all the stuff the canines didn't want were pushed out of the way so we could move around earlier. I've dug through here a couple times, you can take what you want.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-04-2012 [html] This was a good room to remember, Trent figured. Trent caught the blanket and looked at it. It smelled kind of funny, and the scent of sheep was now stronger than before. He wondered if perhaps it had previously been a sheep's blanket, although he wasn't sure why a sheep would want a blanket. While he questioned her about the ways of the pack, he was given a cushion and he awkwardly held the cushion and the blanket in his hands, not used to carrying stuff around in optime form well yet. She responded with her usual lack of embarrassment, but then, Trent was embarrassed enough for the both of them. He wasn't sure how he kept returning tot his. As she mentioned making a den, all of this seemed a little weird to him -- after all, why make a den in a room if one could go outside and scratch one out? -- but he didn't say so. Besides, the blanket and the cushion felt rather soft against his fur and Trent figured that it would make a lovely den if it was coated with soft things. He was already growing rather attached to all of the shinies that luperci had, and wanted some of his own. And now he had a room to store them in.
- Terra - 02-04-2012 [html] OOC Disappointed that Trent didn't pick up on her suggestion Terra turned, looking over the items again. Deciding on which wooden parts to take was difficult. Terra had learned how to make some puzzle pieces out of wood, but that had been a project that had lasted quite a few days. Making a den out of them would be simpler, but still promised to take a fair amount of time. Shrugging she dragged out a small table and some smaller broken flat wooden pieces. They would make a fair den. She moved out of the room and they returned to the empty room.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:left; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-04-2012 [html] Silently they went back to Trent's room with the items. Trent put the blanket and the cushion down when they reached the room and looked to Terra for help. She started to arrange the wooden bits she'd gathered and it soon began to take shape. With the blankets inside, Trent figured it'd make a nice and warm, cosy den. Much better than the empty ground he had been sleeping on this time. Trent smiled as he looked at the makeshift den and looked at Terra while he wiped a few strands of hair from his face. Since the right words just wouldn't come out, Trent took a step closer to Terra on shaky, clumsy feet, hoping that it would show that at the very least, he didn't want her to leave. Neither was he entirely sure what he did want, though. - Terra - 02-04-2012 [html] OOC Terra's tail wagged happily at his words. She beamed with the compliment, shaking her head softly. You would have found stuff eventually, I'm sure. You're just new. Suddenly suspicious she studied Trent. Terra had welcomed him into the pack, but so many had left her so suddenly. Terra wondered if he would be the same, leaving her behind. At least he couldn't mock her because of her blood. He was a hybrid as well. His smile was soft, but she didn't feel that he was there, with her.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:left; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-05-2012 [html] She seemed glad for his words, and Trent smiled at her; probably his first genuine smile that day. He looked at the makeshift den once more, satisfied with how it had turned out. It would sure beat sleeping on the cold, hard floor. He was new, but he intended to stick around. The pack didn't seem very big, from what scents he'd caught lingering around, but that was okay. Trent felt more comfortable knowing the pack wasn't enormous, since it meant that he would be less intimidated by everyone in it. Trent swallowed at the touch of his hand, still very much unsure if this was what he really wanted. Truth was, if anything happened then he would do it because it was appropriate, in his eyes. He was supposed to be a strong and masculine male, woe the females and stuff like that. This time, he did catch her hint, and Trent swallowed dryly as the reality of her words hit him. He could feel his hands quiver as he moved a hand up to her cheek. The coywolf touched her cheek gingerly, as though it was made out of porcelain and he was afraid it'd break, and he looked up at last, at her face. Maybe I could learn to love her. Then why was the dark-furred male he'd met during his first luperci change all he could think of at the anticipation of getting physical with anyone at all? Would it really be fair to do this to her, all for the sake of his selfish need to overcome his sick gay desires? But between fair and what he needed... Grey eyes stared numbly at her face as he tried to dig up his moral compass, a shaking hand still gingerly touching her cheek. |