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- Amy Sunders - 02-07-2012 [html] OOC March 2 Word Count → 000 She would keep her promise. Amy had told Angel that she would show him their children. She'd even said that if they were weak he could pick one out for himself. The puppies were born, and now she set out. Carrying the pups was difficult. She set up a small satchel for them, and it was all she could do to keep from adding fur. These weren't her babies. They were too weak. They had to die. Amy could show no mercy, no care towards them if she was going to accomplish what she had to do. Hardening her heart against the pain she knew would come from their deaths Amy approached the Inferni borders.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Ángel Fàbregas i Reus - 02-07-2012 [html] OOC here! Word Count → 000 Allez had proven to be a good horse for what he had been traded for. His body was as toned as Angel own, his height suiting the Spaniard perfectly. He was trained in French, but that was no problem, as he had been raised with the language. There were no slip ups where he commanded the creature in Spanish as he did with Maduixa, the feeling of both horses was different. Maduixa was a slower, less powerful creature. Whereas Allez's power practically radiated off of him, it wasn't hard to see he was a well muscled individual. Angel had decided to ride him again that morning, to get a better feel for his thin, solid body and speedy movements. More of a precaution than a practice really. The horse came across the borders swiftly, but Angel was down in a flash after his eyes hit Amy's form. 'Amy! What happened?' But he already knew. He shook his head in shock and attempted to approach the dog woman, 'Amy, give them here' he ordered sharply, all too familiar with her plans. .agenldasut .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .agenldasut p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .agenldasut b {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .agenldasut {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... f032e8.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5e0211; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:490px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#ffffff;} .agenldasut .inner {margin:0px 10px 260px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#000000;} .agenldasut .wordcount {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #000000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 02-07-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Swift as a storm on the horizon Angel came galloping forward. Amy watched him soundlessly as he slipped down. Their time apart had done nothing but improve his form. Able to feel desire again Amy's eyes roamed over his body. Hearing his question Amy barked with laughter. They came. Your children are here. Their last name is Cielo. She stood uncertainly, letting the fact of their name sink in. She hadn't given them her name.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Ángel Fàbregas i Reus - 02-07-2012 [html] may want to M tag this one too XD crazy foreign angel/ana rambling go! Word Count → 000 A fierce snarl erupted from Angel's chest. 'Cielo! What the fuck Amy!?' he hissed, shaking his head wildly, 'You dare use my own language against me'. Cielo meant heaven, sky, and she dared use his own native tongue against him, in such a morbid way. 'You are sick' he growled, his usually strong voice shaking. 'No crec que podria ser aquesta malalt! Aquest ... Tractes o Penes Cruels! No m'importa una merda no? Sobre ells, de mi. Sobre ningú! És una bogeria! Vostè es mereix res més que Déu el pitjor de. Et mereixes pitjor que jo ...' And he'd done some pretty terrible things. By now the Spaniard was crying slightly, 'Give them here'. He wouldn't give them such a morbid name, nor would he use such a title as Sunders on them. They were better than that. Ana had followed his scent, eager to see this new horse in action. Maduixa lagged greatly but caught up in no time once Allez was stationary. She was at first confused at first by the situation, but by time Amy had flashed the bag open, she'd caught on. Dismounting and rushing to her brother side, she shouted herself. 'Què has fet, puta!' .agenldasut .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .agenldasut p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .agenldasut b {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .agenldasut {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... f032e8.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5e0211; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:490px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#ffffff;} .agenldasut .inner {margin:0px 10px 260px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#000000;} .agenldasut .wordcount {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #000000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 02-07-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Amy watched him snarl, face expressionless. I don't know your last name, and giving them 'angel as a last name didn't seem right. I simply took the closest thing I could find. Angel probably wasn't listening, working into a frenzy. Swiftly Amy sealed the satchel shut, swinging it back across her body. It didn't occur to her that this was the perfect opportunity to kill the pups, having Angel take them out in his rage. Instead she protected them, despite the fact that she shouldn't want to.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Ángel Fàbregas i Reus - 02-07-2012 [html] bit o' pp hurr Word Count → 000 Moving forward, trying to intimidate her. But of course it was a fruitless effort. 'One? One? You are asking me to chose between my children?' He shook his head, switching his eyes to his sister and frowning. Give them here' Ana said, disgusted with the idea herself. She closed the distance with malice, taking the bag from her and moving back to her brothers side. 'Which one?' she said, almost choking on her tears. Her hands shook as she handed her nieces and nephews over to their father, shaking her head at the ridicule of the situation. They were so beautiful. How would he choose. Picking up the golden female, he clutched her to his chest and gazed over the remaining trio, remembering this was to be the last time he'd see them. 'You are a monster...' he sighed, passing the satchel back to Amy, trying to ignore the wheaks of his children. 'It's Angel Fabregas i Reus. And her surname is Fabregas i Sunders' she paused, 'Or at least it should be. There is no way she will have your name now' he hissed. Perhaps she'd be Fabregas i Maria. Either way, he'd give her that title, 'What is her name? And theirs?'. So would they. .agenl1dasut .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .agenl1dasut p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .agenl1dasut b {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .agenl1dasut {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... f032e8.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5e0211; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:490px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#ffffff;} .agenl1dasut .inner {margin:0px 10px 260px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#000000;} .agenl1dasut .wordcount {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #000000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 02-07-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Angel straightened, trying to intimidate Amy. The dog stood her ground though. She was going to remain strong. Unlike this weakling, crying at the course that life demanded he take, Amy would not give in. She would keep the pups, and deliver them to their death. She had to. Amy lifted the satchel from around her neck, letting the female snatch it from her. She watched them go over, keeping from whining. This was impossible. She would stand strong. She would kill them, and she would forget about the tiny life Amy gave the chance to live with Angel.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Odessa D'Angelo - 02-07-2012 [html] feel free to close up ^^ Word Count → 000 He still shook his head. Petting the small wriggling creature at his chest. Ana stood silently beside him, unsure of what to say, what to do. As if there was anything she could do. Finally the Spaniard spoke, his voice slightly louder than normal. A mix of anger, sadness, relief, almost everything mixed in. 'Ana, go and find a goat, or a sheep or something'. By something, Ana knew what he meant and moved towards Maduixa. 'No, take Allez. He's faster'. His sister hand been told of the directions it took to control him and although he would possibly prove difficult to control, Ana would be back quicker. Angel settle himself burying Lilith into his fur to keep her warm. 'Go. I don't want to see you or hear from you again. Go whore off of someone else next time, puta'. He turned away and mounted Maduixa, but not before he removed the sheepskin rug and wrapped the tiny girl up in it. 'Adieu' he spat. Wishing to never see her again. .agenl1dasut .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .agenl1dasut p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .agenl1dasut b {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .agenl1dasut {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... f032e8.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5e0211; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:490px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#ffffff;} .agenl1dasut .inner {margin:0px 10px 260px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#000000;} .agenl1dasut .wordcount {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #000000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style>[/html] - Ángel Fàbregas i Reus - 02-07-2012 [html] feel free to close up ^^ Word Count → 000 He still shook his head. Petting the small wriggling creature at his chest. Ana stood silently beside him, unsure of what to say, what to do. As if there was anything she could do. Finally the Spaniard spoke, his voice slightly louder than normal. A mix of anger, sadness, relief, almost everything mixed in. 'Ana, go and find a goat, or a sheep or something'. By something, Ana knew what he meant and moved towards Maduixa. 'No, take Allez. He's faster'. His sister hand been told of the directions it took to control him and although he would possibly prove difficult to control, Ana would be back quicker. Angel settle himself burying Lilith into his fur to keep her warm. 'Go. I don't want to see you or hear from you again. Go whore off of someone else next time, puta'. He turned away and mounted Maduixa, but not before he removed the sheepskin rug and wrapped the tiny girl up in it. 'Adieu' he spat. Wishing to never see her again. .agenl1dasut .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .agenl1dasut p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .agenl1dasut b {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .agenl1dasut {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... f032e8.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5e0211; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:490px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#ffffff;} .agenl1dasut .inner {margin:0px 10px 260px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#000000;} .agenl1dasut .wordcount {color:#017a99; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #000000; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 02-07-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Amy watched the siblings prepare for Lilith without a reaction. The pup would die. She knew that. It was so weak. The bonds Angel was forming with it would hurt him later. It was why she would kill them now. Even if they did survive the chances of letting that weakness dilute the blood line were too large. It was better to simply dispose of them before they had a chance to hurt the family. She grabbed the horse's head, considering warning him.
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