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- Clover Love Lykoi - 04-01-2012 [html]
The winter had not been kind to Clover Love Lykoi, but perhaps the past year in it’s entirely had not been. Much had changed since her departure from Juniper Peace as a young girl, hardly even a woman then. She had thought the future would be so much different than what it had become. She hadn’t seen any of this coming. If she had, would Clover have done things differently? As the weather got colder, Clover caught a sickness that she just couldn’t seem to shake. However it did not show prominently, for it was a sickness within; a sickness of the mind. The Lykoi woman began to lose interest in the things she had once cared for and she often felt hopeless and meaningless. Here she was amongst the kingdom of her beloved, and yet he was a ruler whom Clover could never reach. They would never be together for he was unobtainable and there was no one else Clover dared throw eyes at, for she knew her heart’s desire. As the snow began to fall and the temperatures dropped, the Lykoi woman made somewhat of a recluse out of herself. She still did tend to her leaders’ things as was expected of her, but her appearances became more sporadic and often she would keep to herself in her own living space. Daisy was left alone much of the winter months, except for when others of the Family were kind enough to tend to her. The beautiful hippie child had turned into this sad, broken thing and she wasn’t even sure how. Though she was aware what was happening, it was not enough to pull herself from the deepening depression that pulled her beneath the depths. Clover herself felt crazy. She thought it best to keep to herself and stay out of everyone’s way. Many nights she spent huddled in her furs, sipping tea she brewed from herbs she had long harvested and stored away. It was a sullen season and it had left its mark. Clover, although always a petite girl, had grown to look fragile. The lighthearted spark in her eye had leeched to leave nothing but dusty straw behind. Although she had used to love to sneak peeks of herself in Sirius’ mirror, her reflection became a trigger for self loathing. She only saw a monster staring back at her, someone not worth anything. How could someone become so broken? But hope came in the form of soft sun rays and early spring weather. An unusual stretch of warm air had rolled into the area and brought upon high temperatures and an abundance of sunlight. As she made her way through the Ruins, headed towards the domain of her King to tend to her chores, Clover found herself humming a soft tune. It had been quite some time since any sort of note had been produced, but something about this day seemed hopeful. Somehow Clover was convinced that if she stole a glance into that mirror, the monster would be gone and she would be greeted by the girl she used to know, or at least her shadow. #cloverSimple { font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; word-spacing:2px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #cloverSimple p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #cloverSimple .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:11px; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; text-transform: uppercase; font-style:normal; } #cloverSimple b { letter-spacing:.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #cloverSimple u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #cloverSimple b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple hr { width:85%; margin: 10px auto; } </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-02-2012 [html]
#siriusal1 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusal1 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusal1 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #siriusal1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusal1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusal1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusal1 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusal1 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Clover Love Lykoi - 04-02-2012 [html]
It was something from her childhood, an old melody the free loving Luperci of Juniper Peace had gifted the girl when she was a child. A simply melody, it drifted easily to mingle with the warm air that greeted her. It was easy to tell that it was destined to be a good day despite whatever happened; Clover would not let it be anything else, and she was quite aware that it had been some time since she had last been confident in a day being worthwhile. She welcomed the soft breeze as it caressed the golden waves framing her face, noting the slight scent of spring in the air. Change was on its way, even if colder weather did decide to make a few more appearances before spring burst into full effect. Her pursuer had gone unnoticed, but that was no surprise. Within the lands of thistle and thorn, the Family was safe from all threats and so the Lykoi girl did not fear any lurking predators. And of course, Sirius was a hunter and moved with the knowledge and skill of such. Had the girl perhaps been a doe or some other game hunted, there was no doubt she’d be in peril. The words that only slightly preceded his appearance were recognizable and so Clover knew the owner before her pale yellow gaze focused on the Boss. I suppose it has, she responded, voice somewhat demure now that the melody had abruptly ceased; she had not expected to be heard. Though it pained her to know that he was inaccessible to her, she still found comfort in his presence. The golden curtain would fall over her shoulders, hiding the stolen glances she’d take while tending to his possessions as he subsequently loomed in his own chambers. Perhaps the heartache of knowing she could never attain him would dissuade her, encourage her to find love (if that’s what it was) elsewhere, but it did not. Despite everything, Sirius had given Clover a purpose. The Family had become her own and she was expected to do her part as a member of Salsola. She had not so easily forgotten that he had rescued her from Inferni, where she had discovered she had not easily fit in amongst her blood relatives. Inferni seemed somewhat too cruel for her own tastes – perhaps something that came with the Lykoi name – and Salsola had offered the solace the girl had needed. Sirius had offered it. She’d never forget that. Her eyes drifted over the muscular plane of his chest, in line with her eyesight, before her gaze rose to find that sharp olive green. How does this lovely morning find my King? Clover studied the dark tangles that fell about his face in such perfect harmony with his features and she longed for that crocodile smile of his, so alluring and yet somehow dark. He was a devilishly handsome man and this appealed to all of Clover's senses; already she was aware that her pulse had quickened. #cloverSimple { font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; word-spacing:2px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #cloverSimple p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #cloverSimple .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:11px; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; text-transform: uppercase; font-style:normal; } #cloverSimple b { letter-spacing:.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #cloverSimple u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #cloverSimple b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple hr { width:85%; margin: 10px auto; } </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-03-2012 [html]
#siriusal1 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusal1 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusal1 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #siriusal1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusal1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusal1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusal1 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusal1 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Clover Love Lykoi - 04-04-2012 [html]
There were no words deemed clever enough to respond to his charming tenor, but a rosy blush did blossom just beneath the russet mask the Lykoi family had gifted her while gaze fell away. In his presence Clover always felt a strange shift in her world – the quickening in her pulse, the spark of adoration amongst a pale yellow gaze, feeling somehow vulnerable because she knew she would hide nothing from him and yet equally as protected by his side. Somehow the young Lykoi woman knew that her King would not betray her, would never let harm come to pass; though it was clear he could easily do so if he wanted. Clover was not a prey strenuously caught. The pale yellow of her father happily lifted to examine those dark, brooding features once again and her soft reply came, If that’s what you wish I’d be happy to, love. Though she could hardly be certain what it was that her Majesty had in mind, it had been some time since Clover had last tended to such pleasing aesthetics and thought that perhaps they may spend the morning properly grooming those dark tangles or rubbing away any knots that had kinked the thick muscle of the man’s shoulders. Clover would not object to such a suggestion, even if had not come from the Boss himself. Though his rank demanded her obedience, she would just have easily followed after that crocodile smile and combed those locks if that’s what it meant to bring her closer, to take in his rich musk which was so intoxicating in such deep, concentrated doses. The remainder of Clover’s journey did not take long, for Sirius had encountered her not far from his own chambers. As they drew near she swore she could detect an unfamiliar scent tainting the air, and her gaze studied the man for a brief moment as if it might provide answers. It pained her to know that Sirius would allow himself to other woman here, which she knew he had and it made no difference anyhow, but she couldn’t help the pang of jealously that sprung up in her chest. Clover knew she’d rather remain ignorant to these things. Her pace died away as they reached the doorway, and she paused to allow her King to enter first, her head dipping in a slight bow while they advanced to his throne. #cloverSimple { font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; word-spacing:2px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #cloverSimple p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #cloverSimple .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:11px; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; text-transform: uppercase; font-style:normal; } #cloverSimple b { letter-spacing:.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #cloverSimple u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #cloverSimple b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple hr { width:85%; margin: 10px auto; } </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-11-2012 [html]
#siriusal1 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusal1 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusal1 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #siriusal1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusal1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusal1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusal1 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusal1 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Clover Love Lykoi - 04-17-2012 [html]
Though she had paused just outside the door to allow for her King to enter his own chambers, pale yellow did find the form of the slumbering woman within. It was clear her first thoughts had been wrong, and the Lykoi woman waited in silence as the King roused his slave and the woman went scampering out the door past Clover. Once she had gone away, Clover stepped into the King’s familiar chambers, meeting his gaze as a shoulder shrugged gently, and she merely nodded lighty in response. Clover knew Sirius did not care to hear her views on slavery, and it didn’t matter anyhow; though she didn’t quite understand the premise of slaves, she did not object. While he had moved to his throne, Clover let her gaze sweep the room. She had, after all, been on her way to tend to his things. She made a mental checklist of what would need to be done, and wondered if this mysterious slave woman would begin to do many of the things Clover had done since her arrival. She hoped the woman would be assigned mundane tasks, such as beating the dust from his sleeping furs, while she could retain the privilege of tending to his aesthetics and caring for his most prized belongings. The simple fact that she alone was given this freedom gave her a great sense of pride and purpose. The thought of this being shared with someone else made her chest burn with an ugly flame of resentment. At last her gaze came to fall upon her King who, seated upon his high-backed throne, looked somehow malevolently majestic causing the steady pulse to quicken beneath tawny fur. The smile that bloomed amongst her features could not be suppressed, for it was obvious any moment in which her presence was granted among Sirius was cherished. Shall I tame those dark curls, sire? Soft voice asked as her graceful stride brought her to those possessions most highly treasured so she might collect both his mirror and brush. Her gaze, however, sought him for approval before she aimed to move to his side at the stone cathedra. #cloverSimple { font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; word-spacing:2px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #cloverSimple p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #cloverSimple .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:11px; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; text-transform: uppercase; font-style:normal; } #cloverSimple b { letter-spacing:.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #cloverSimple u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #cloverSimple b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple hr { width:85%; margin: 10px auto; } </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-25-2012 [html]
#siriusal1 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusal1 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusal1 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #siriusal1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusal1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusal1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusal1 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusal1 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Clover Love Lykoi - 04-28-2012 [html]
The hard edge of the mirror was familiar under her fingertips, for she had held it many times before while seeing to it that Sirius was looking presentable and handsome, something that didn’t require much effort on her part. Holding those inanimate objects in her hands was like holding pieces of Sirius – she swore she could almost feel the swift rhythm of a pulse in their cool surfaces, could smell a hint of the King’s musk that could so easily intoxicate her. Clover could not quite explain the feelings taking place within her. As she knelt at his chest, stooped but positioned so that she could seek his approval, her gaze studied him. It was not simply those toxically exotic eyes of his, or those dark locks that beckoned her fingers to curl into them, but the simple curve of muscle along a forearm, or the glistening of soft pink scar tissue adorning his chest – she found all of these things alluring, almost endearing somehow. Everything about him drew her nearer and she couldn’t quite figure out why she had never felt any of this before. Clover had chalked it all up to love, but the mixture of lust that boiled beneath confused her. She wanted to sort all of her emotions and feelings out, but at the same time she wanted to ignore her head and just follow her heart. Brain waves were disconnected. Only her heart would communicate thoughts now. And it was her heart that had her easily leaving behind the comb and mirror, rising so that she could swiftly take her place in front of the King perched on his stone throne. She was silent, waiting silently for the invitation that would open the doors she had unknowingly been waiting outside of for quite some time. She would not act upon her impulses until the Boss has first done so himself. If he were to grant her the green light, Clover feared that without her brain to tell her otherwise, she might cross the boundaries of social expectations and appeal only to her desire. Finding shimmering apple green, the young Lykoi gazed as if she sought to find the future reflected there. #cloverSimple { font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; word-spacing:2px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #cloverSimple p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #cloverSimple .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:11px; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; text-transform: uppercase; font-style:normal; } #cloverSimple b { letter-spacing:.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #cloverSimple u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #cloverSimple b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple hr { width:85%; margin: 10px auto; } </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 05-23-2012 [html]
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