You and me could write a bad romance. - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: You and me could write a bad romance. (/showthread.php?tid=26944) Pages:
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- Toby - 04-16-2012 OOC – Feel free to reply when you're done with the break you were taking! [html]
Fang/Toby Table By Kelsie. - Amy Sunders - 04-17-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: its lies! that break ended a while ago. people are just silly
Amy had finished patching Raoth up, leaving the coyote to heal from his wounds. It looked like he'd taken a lot more damage than she remembered. Well, to be fair she'd been in a blind storm of emotions when fighting with him. Some of the blows might not have been pulled the way they should have been, she couldn't exactly be held responsible for that. No, if Raoth ended up crippled it was yet another item to blame the pack medic with. She couldn't use him, and while Amy thought he would heal properly, she didn't know for sure yet.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Toby - 04-17-2012 [html] OOC here! That table was hard to read kinda. ;3 Switching to this one. He'd just gotten ready to pounce, ready to snarl and scare the rabbits out their den, and most certainly just ready to kill each family member. That's when she was there. Her voice filling the air between them, one simple word that shouldn't cause him to want to howl with joy, and her scent picking up in the tiny breeze that flowed by. He turned, giving the woman a smirk. Now all he needed was to figure out how to go by talking to her. She wouldn't like a weak, desperate dog. She would want someone with purpose, and pride. He began to put his sly grin in place since he considered the expression his and not Toby's. "Hello beautiful, miss me?" Fang straightened up, growing several inches as he faced her and waltzed across the distance to be closer to her. Even the smaller distance he had created made him ache. He wanted to touch her and drink her in, she was his knew drug and he wanted to abuse it to the point of over dose. He waited for her reply, anticipating some sort of reaction before he went on. .crows .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .crows p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .crows b {color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .crows {background-color:#A4A4A4; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... vge0-1.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 265px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .crows-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .crows .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] Fang/Toby table by Bria. - Amy Sunders - 04-17-2012 [html] OOC my table hard to read? Word Count → 000 The dog turned, smirking at her and she knew. This wasn't Toby. This was Fang, that lovely male she'd had fun with. His strength of will, determination, pure darkness, they had all captured her mind, entertained her, held her dancing to his tune. The violent creatures had rolled with each other, fighting each other and loving every moment. A sly grin split across Fang's face, his tail wagging madly behind him. It seemed he was just as pleased to see her as she was to find him.
.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] - Toby - 04-17-2012 [html] OOC here! Nuh, nuh, nuh! I was speaking of the one Kelsie made for me. I'm glad she made it but the moon kind of makes the font impossible to see! ;o A smile appeared on her lips, making his joy increase. She'd reacted nicely so now it was time to start the bait. This was their game; fishing for one another's attention. He would provide her the correct bait but this time get a name, and some of that personality he so dearly found himself enjoying as she flirted. At her words his chest pressed out a bit more, a shade of his arrogance increasing though he kept it well at bay. The bandages made from strips of levi jeans fashioned around his muscular upper body, covering the mark that was steal healing from their last meeting. A restriction. "I think it might, if my desire to find you again serves as my missing you too." He reached a hand up, tearing the garments that covered the strange p-shaped cut Alduin had worked so hard on. Toby's little friend didn't mean anything in this goddess's presence. "Mind telling me what this would mean?" He tilted his head as to invite her in. Her explanation needed something of a dance. Something of a touch of her body against his. A mix of her light fur against his darkness. A taste of what he lusted most currently: her. .crows .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .crows p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .crows b {color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .crows {background-color:#A4A4A4; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... vge0-1.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 265px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .crows-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .crows .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] Fang/Toby table by Bria. - Amy Sunders - 04-18-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Amy watched him respond, swelling with pride at her admission. A night of blood and sex. What wasn't there to like about it? Why wouldn't she long for it to happen again? Here he was as well, the twisted male that had found her covering of blood so intoxicating. That simple pleasurable reaction to her had been enough to set her heart racing, though meeting Toby afterwards had dampened that. Hopefully he would die, swamped out by the more powerful, more desirable Fang. She looked with some note at the jean strips covering his chest, wondering why it was there.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Toby - 04-18-2012 [html] OOC here! He looked the woman up and down as she stood before him. Her tail lightly wagging at his comment on desiring her again. Then she grazed finger tips along the forming scar and spoke its meaning. He smirked, her tongue swiping around her lips. The lips he wished to be against his. But first... Shoving her back, he pressed her gently, yet not at the same time, against a tree trunk near by and closed the gaps between their bodies and lowering his voice to a seductive whisper. "Tell me the name of the goddess I wish to worship." His hand slid up, while the other was supporting his weight as he leaned into the tree, grazing her sides in a small teasing way until he wrapped the arm around her waist. He gave her a hinting smile, but only one of entertainment since he had other things he wanted to know after he knew his lover's name. .crows .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .crows p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .crows b {color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .crows {background-color:#A4A4A4; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... vge0-1.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 265px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .crows-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .crows .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] Fang/Toby table by Bria. - Amy Sunders - 04-18-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Strong hands gripped at her body, pushing her back. Amy snarled, not liking the dominating movement. She was herself, no one stood above her. At least, not outside of the pack. The memory of the pain that she'd felt had her twitching slightly, glad that the cuts on her body were hidden under layers of clothing. It hurt a little, hitting the tree, reopening a wound she'd gained from one of her training sessions. She forced herself to relax, eyes widening as she looked down, wondering what he was thinking.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Toby - 04-18-2012 [html] OOC here! The woman snarled as he pressed her back to the tree, making him pull away and be less forceful. Usually, Fang never treated people like this. The light touching, the calm flirtations, the patience to learn a person's name; it was all rather rare in the twisted male's history. In fact, it was shocking that when the female against him had to force herself to relax–he could tell by the slightest tension held in her body prior to the release–he dropped his hands instinctively for fear of hurting her. "Are you okay?" he quizzed in a worried tone of voice. She told him her name and he smiled. Amy. It fit her swell enough. He gave her a studly smile, "I like that name." He wanted to pull her back into him. He wanted to press his mouth to her's. He wanted. He wanted. He wanted. But he wouldn't. Not without her permission. If the pain he'd sensed earlier was serious he wouldn't do anything. "And so sorry about our interruption the other morning. I didn't expect to find facts about me so important to you, which is why I didn't volunteer the information on the personality issues." A small, helping chuckle echoed his cause. He wanted to be charming, his guy-ego showing up infront of Amy, and he wanted her to dismiss the problems in his mind. Fang would soon claim Toby's part of the mind as his anyways. .crows .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .crows p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .crows b {color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .crows {background-color:#A4A4A4; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... vge0-1.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 265px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .crows-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .crows .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] Fang/Toby table by Bria. - Amy Sunders - 04-19-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
His hands dropped off her, making Amy want to curse. He'd noticed her weakness. Of course he had. He was every bit as violent as she was, every bit as attuned to the body as she was, knowing each strike with precision, where the most pain could be inflicted, how to injure someone without killing. She smiled at his worried concern, taking up a smirk. Why wouldn't I be? You don't think I'm so weak I can't handle a little rough treatment, do you? She had to hide it. He couldn't know about the scrapes covering her body.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Toby - 04-19-2012 [html] OOC here! He gave a small chuckle. Weak? Amy? The one who'd tore him to pieces that night for sex? Of course not! "No. Of course not. You're the roughest woman I've been with." He'd let it go for now. But he would prove himself right again soon. She wasn't her normal self. And he could sense it. She hated Toby still though. Another reason to find her attractive. The words on the name... He supported the thought. Toby was okay he supposed but... at the time Fang had been the most simple name he could choose. He wanted people to know his name. He wanted people to understand he was violent. Just by the name. Then when they were decieved into his hands and their purity was selfishly taken for himself he could laugh and tell them he warned them. Amy's arms wrapped around his neck and pulled them together. He slowly, and very gently, moved his hands to rest on her waist. Touching her was amazing. It made things so much better on his side of the deal. The feel of her body against his, the way he could take in her scent some more. He knew she smelt of pack which made him wonder a few things but then he heard her speak and had to pay attention. As she finished he decided to use the topic as a conversational piece. "So Amy Sunders is in a pack? Why do I find this so hard to believe unless it is her pack she belongs to?" Amy seemed to be one to do what she wanted, when she wanted. She was like him that way he believed. Or was she? The question tickled his mind as he waited for a response. .crows .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .crows p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .crows b {color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .crows {background-color:#A4A4A4; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... vge0-1.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 265px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .crows-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .crows .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] Fang/Toby table by Bria. - Amy Sunders - 04-20-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
She smiled, flattered by his words. She was tough. No matter what happened Amy was going to keep up, and tear apart those that stood in her way. Amy might have been insulted by those words, but she knew how feminine she was. Amy might be rough, but there was no mistaking what she was, a deadly elegance. She had the beauty and power of poison, the strength and grace usually attributed to the wilder canine side, one she had refused to define what she was supposed to be.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Toby - 04-21-2012 [html] Rambling post -_-' A smile cross his mouth at her laugh. Since when were babes this cute while he wasn't having sex with them? His brain thought on it for a moment. Should he have tried this before? No... Amy's the only female I've actually been real attracted to... If he had tried it on another girl before he could count on a single hand who they'd be. And still they weren't as great as the Sunders girl before him. He listened to her reasoning and surprisingly found it at least worthy to listen to. Packs. He still thought they were strange but this idea he'd just been pointed to, not having to deal with the weak people outside of packs, didn't sound half bad at all. Several times he'd ran into loners who tried picking fights. They'd always lost. Recently it'd been a nuisance instead of a threat. "I'm sure a pack with you in it wouldn't be half bad... Though I can't say Toby would stay if I did join one. He obsesses over me hurting anyone he talks to." .crows .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .crows p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .crows b {color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .crows {background-color:#A4A4A4; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... vge0-1.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 265px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .crows-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .crows .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] Fang/Toby table by Bria. - Amy Sunders - 04-22-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Another to follow her. Amy's strength grew again with Fang's addition. She wasn't too concerned about his other personality either. She could overpower him easily, take control. To try fighting her was pointless. Yes, Amy didn't seek to rule. She didn't need to. They came to her, served her, and if they didn't like that Amy refused to do more than what was fair, they left, replaced by others. Amy couldn't be bothered to put any true effort forth into the matter. She only lived for herself after all.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Toby - 04-22-2012 [html] OOC here! That table was hard to read kinda. ;3 Switching to this one. Perhaps it was the way she'd stated it. The way something had flashed into her eyes. The way she'd stated about dealing with the other personality. Whatever the way it was done Fang couldn't help but find her even more inticing. A pack. Something to live in whilst seeing Amy as often as he'd like to and running off to find other women when he got bored. It sounded all so fine and marvelous. It wasn't like he couldn't just drop out if he ended up losing his chances with the female anyways. He would do what he wanted, and no alpha could stop him from it. "Perhaps I'll think on it," he said with a smirk, "But it may take me a bit of convincing." His intentions obvious as his black eyes gave a mischevious, almost amused, smile down at the light colored wolf. She said there were limits to being in a pack. He'd thought of this before. He knew it first hand as well. After being created within the german shepherd's mind Fang proceeded to get Toby higher up in the ranks of that terrible pack. Yet as high as he climbed there was always someone telling him what to do and how to act. He'd learned to hate it. Another reason he'd left. She traced her hand down his chest and called him her man. Her powerful man. His man-ego boosted and a cocky smile fell into place. His hands moved at her waist, sliding just a bit so as to bring her closer to him and feeling her against him he said, "Like what? The fact that the hottest woman alive has more fighting skill than him even with the advantages of my body?" .crows .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .crows p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .crows b {color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .crows {background-color:#A4A4A4; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... vge0-1.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 265px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .crows-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .crows .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ffffff; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] Fang/Toby table by Bria. - Amy Sunders - 04-22-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Amy smiled. It didn't matter to her if Fang joined the pack or not. She was sure they would find each other whenever necessary if they wanted each other. It wasn't like Amy spent a lot of time in the pack anyways. She was going to be heading south for trade soon, and that usually took her a couple weeks. It was only a short stay in the pack between those times after that. The only reason why it had extended was the injuries that she'd received. The only true way to be with her often was to travel with her like Raoth and Dhiate did.
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Word Count → 000 :: three old scars on her back, one large jagged one down her spine, two thin ones on either side twisting around at her waist. A shallow slash across her back from right shoulder blade to left, a few other nicks. hands are deeply cut up from not stopping training when she should have, so bleeding from there. several small nicks on arms, a couple claw marks there. stomach has some bruising, a few more slices. wearing cinderella gloves to hide the cuts on her arms
Amy didn't mind the affectionate behavior. She liked how clear it was that he wanted her. What bothered her was the fact that she had been injured and had to work at not showing pain when he accidentally brushed one. His hands, so strong against her, warm, hit against the larger wound on her body. Amy stiffened, though no pain was shown on her face. She wouldn't be able to hide the injuries now, not when he'd so blatantly touched it. The anger and shame of that flashed in her eyes.
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The uncertainty in his eyes didn't help Amy at all. He hadn't been persuaded, and was probably still worried over her injuries. Black eyes met her dark brown ones, peering intently. There was nothing but a stone cold wall to meet his gaze, an empty abyss. His words did send a shiver of delight through her. To see him kill would be incredibly sexy. She wasn't even sure if she'd let the kill be finished before starting to kiss him. The dark look in his eyes brightened her spirits. That was one way to get revenge. Let Toby help kill the slut that had done this.
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