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- Denver Mathis - 05-15-2012 [html] i figure we can play this out a bit just for moar posts 8D hope this is okay with you.. i know we didn't really talk about how i'd start this. Maggie, he mumbled softly, rolling over to face as the light began to peek in through the cracks in the ruined roof. They had set this day aside for an adventure. Truth be told, they'd embarked on more of an adventure than Denver had ever planned for. Pale blues traced her shape through the blankets, stopping at the curve of her stomach. Soon it'll be even more round, he thought, but it wasn't so pleasant. He'd wanted kids one day, sure, but he didn't feel ready now, and the idea still made him nervous as all hell. Gently, he took hold of one of her shoulders, shaking her lightly awake. C'mon, we got stuff to do today, don't forget, he reminded her, sitting up with a stretch and a yawn, blinking groggily down at her. Their home was nowhere near child-proof; as he glanced around, he noticed the bottles of liquor atop one shelf, easily reachable for a mischievous pup whose parents looked away for a moment. Cursing, he shoved the covers aside and stood up. He'd slept in plaid navy boxers, but began to dress quickly once he stood, reaching for pants and a t-shirt, today. The Confidant didn't want to chance his nicer clothes getting harmed in the lesser known territory, where things were dangerous and dirty, covered with dust and who knew what else. He shuddered at the thought, remembering encounters with spiders and snakes and the like last time. But Denver's blades were sharper this time, and nothing would harm his love. .detou b {font-weight:bold; color:#d7b688; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #1a1206; } .detou p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .detou {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#624838; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/remzC.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 210px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b28c7f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .detou p b:before { content: open-quote; } .detou p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Magnolia Takekuro - 05-15-2012 [html]awwwww. :3 (392.)
- Denver Mathis - 05-17-2012 [html] <3 Denver was always happy to watch the woman in his life go about her morning, but once she was finished came the part he dreaded: the horse ride. He knew it was faster, more efficient, blah, blah, blah. Even Jasper still made him nervous after all this time, though the horse had been nothing but sweet to him. It was their muscles, their long, sharp legs ending in hard, strong hooves. He didn't trust the things, and their rides always made his heart race. He gave her a half-hearted reply smile, and took a long moment to follow her outside. After all of the business of getting on the horse, and the constant fear of falling off, it might have been pleasant, sometimes. He clung to Maggie's comfortable shape as they rode for far too long, his grip occasionally tightening desperately out of fear. The wind in his hair was nice, but the tangled mess that was his hair when they arrived was not. As they slowed, he soon realized that his stomach was not happy about the trip either. He grumbled, but tried his best not to complain; after all, it wasn't him with babies in his belly. The Confidant clambered off of that horse as soon as he could and stepped away, sweeping his palms over his clothing. His legs were covered with the beast's hair. Damn animal. He sighed, giving up on that effort; the hairs were tiny, and everywhere. Pale blues turned to his mohawked love, offering a strained smile. Where d'ya think we should start? he wondered to Maggie while he glanced about, still unable to recognize the shops in Halifax. They all looked so similar now; cracked, faded, and crumbling. Denver was certain that there would be at least some places that still hid treasures for the little ones-- and their parents. .detou b {font-weight:bold; color:#d7b688; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #1a1206; } .detou p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .detou {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#624838; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/remzC.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 210px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b28c7f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .detou p b:before { content: open-quote; } .detou p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Magnolia Takekuro - 05-20-2012 [html] One of these days I’m gonna get my butt in gear and have a layout of Maggie’s house… one day. XD - Denver Mathis - 05-23-2012 [html] psshhh i am so lazy with that stuff.. >< i always say i wanna go all out for my characters and their profiles, but i never do. *sigh* also... lol at this post.
--- a dog among kings with no self control
Denver watched Maggie closely as she slid down from the horse's back. One wrong move and the horse could kick her right in the stomach, or she could fall and crush the babies inside of her. "Careful, Maggie," he voiced nervously, only looking away once she landed safely. They were surrounded by buildings, mostly decrepit things that he wouldn't trust to stay in even for a night. But they held things that the soon-to-be parents desperately needed. Something for them to sleep in, he thought, knowing he once knew the word. "A cradle," he said, starting forward as he spoke, "I'm sure we can find something here. C'mon, let's just start lookin', I guess." He made sure to move slowly so that Maggie wouldn't strain, but he hurried into the first building before her, making sure it was safe as he entered. The door had been ripped away, resting against a wall, paint flaking down it's face. The room was dusty, but the windows had long been smashed, letting light pour into the abandoned room. It had been a house, he assessed as he moved carefully through. The debris was thin, but the dirt and grime was thick. The Confidant had only gotten a few paces into the home when he stopped, his sinuses suddenly flaring. The pale mutt sneezed once, twice, and three times. Dazed, he shook his head, backing up out of the house and into the clean air. "Too much dust, I can't--", he sneezed again, "I can't go in there... Look around real quick 'n see if there's anything good. Somethin' not too dusty..." Denver sighed and took a grateful breath of the open air, rubbing his pink nose dejectedly. .denver {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:-.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .denver .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/B8z1q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .denver .ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .denver .tagline {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; padding:10px 0px 5px 0px; } .denver .tagline .sub {font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:-1.5px; } .denver .tagline em { letter-spacing:1.5px; word-spacing:-.5px;} .denver .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:.5px; } .denver p {text-indent: 45px; margin:0px; padding:5px 15px;} .denver b { letter-spacing:.05em;} .denver u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Magnolia Takekuro - 05-24-2012 [html]
- Denver Mathis - 06-12-2012 [html] kekeke
-- a dog among kings with no self control
He spent the minutes recovering. It had been a while since he'd had such an intense allergy attack, and his sinuses were not forgiving. Denver hoped that the sensation in his temples was not a forming headache; he didn't want that today. As he paced outside, pale blues peered around for other prime locations. He thought he spied an old clothing store across the way, with some fabric still hung in the window. He couldn't be sure, though, and stayed put while he waited for Maggie. She returned quickly, with empty arms. He supposed it had been too much to hope they might find something right away. Alright, he agreed, rubbing his itchy nose. I think one 'o these places down here might have some blankets 'n such, he suggested, gesturing over to the place. As they walked, though, another shop piqued Denver's interest. Hmm, this looks good, he said hopefully to Maggie, pushing through the rusty-hinged door. This one wasn't nearly as dusty as the other; a breeze rolled through it thanks to the gaping hole in it's back wall. Still, its walls still held some shelves sparsely lined with colorful toys. The floor had been a bright yellow carpet, now dull from wear and decay. Some good toys in here... Many of them had been picked through, he could tell, but there were still a good choice few. Some perfect for a girl, and others for a boy. What do you think? he asked, as he dug underneath some debris to wrench free a plastic toy car. Denver tried to roll it over the floor, but it didn't get far. Still, he thought it was a good find. .denver {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:-.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .denver .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/B8z1q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .denver .ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .denver .tagline {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; padding:10px 0px 5px 0px; } .denver .tagline .sub {font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:-1.5px; } .denver .tagline em { letter-spacing:1.5px; word-spacing:-.5px;} .denver .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:.5px; } .denver p {text-indent: 45px; margin:0px; padding:5px 15px;} .denver b { letter-spacing:.05em;} .denver u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Magnolia Takekuro - 06-17-2012 [html] Ummmmm does Denver have a satchel or something? Cause Maggie doesn’t…. Her mate walked into an adjacent building, and the silver wolf quickly followed suit. Denver found a toy car which she found amusing, she enjoyed the fact that her babies would be entertained by human remains. She nodded at Denver’s choice, and walked past him. She didn’t see anything that caught her eye except for something tattered on the floor. She nimbly picked it up off the ground, and saw that it was a stuffed animal. The wolf oogled at it, a little shocked, and put it back on the floor. “Do we want our children to play with human-toy bears?” she asked her mate carefully, eyeing the brown furry thing on the ground. It had clearly been first visited by moths, but still salvageable. <style type="text/css"> .magnolia b {font-weight:bold; color:#a44e69; letter-spacing:1px; } .magnolia .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .magnolia p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .magnolia {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#de9db3; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/2WOmP.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 370px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#bc5880; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Denver Mathis - 06-23-2012 [html] they should find a diaper bag or something in here! 8D
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The toy car would be fun for a boy, Denver decided, and at Maggie's approval he held onto it. She slid past him, intent on finding more goodies for their coming offspring. While his own eyes wandered around, searching the debris, his mate found something. He turned back to her hopefully, glancing at the plush thing on the floor. "Hmm," he mused, considering the thought. But all Denver could see was their children trying to fight a real bear after playing with it, so after a moment he regrettably shook his head. "I don't want them thinkin' they're all tough and goin' 'n gettin' themselves eaten up by a bear out here..." Just the thought made him look out the windows nervously. It had been a while since he'd encountered one of those creatures, but he was never happy to do so. Nestled in beneath some other debris close to the bear, though, he saw a similarly soft doll made to look like a smiling human girl. That's better, he thought, and bent to grab it with his free hand, smacking the thing free of dirt. "At least the humans are dead," he said with a chuckle, holding it out to Magnolia for appraisal. .denver {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:-.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .denver .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/B8z1q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .denver .ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .denver .tagline {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; padding:10px 0px 5px 0px; } .denver .tagline .sub {font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:-1.5px; } .denver .tagline em { letter-spacing:1.5px; word-spacing:-.5px;} .denver .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:.5px; } .denver p {text-indent: 45px; margin:0px; padding:5px 15px;} .denver b { letter-spacing:.05em;} .denver u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Magnolia Takekuro - 07-03-2012 [html] Do you mind if we close this soon? I haz too many threads. X_X and the bag she found looks like this. [/html] - Denver Mathis - 07-14-2012 [html] yesss, i'll close it. derp.
a dog among kings with no self control
The bag that Maggie found looked pretty sturdy with its thick canvas fabric and heavy duty straps. Denver nodded his own approval back to his mate, but he shook his head and laughed at her comment. "They won't be able t'fit in there for long," he said with a grin. "I like it." The drab, olive backpack would be useful for many things besides carrying their children. Like carrying their toys, he thought. "I'll carry it," he offered as he took the bag from his pregnant lady and put the toy car in it. It would work swimmingly. The chocolate and cream mutt hurried out of the building with the bag in tow, doubling over in a heavy sneeze that overtook him in the doorway. "Damn allergies," he mumbled begrudgingly, pale eyes searching their surroundings again. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand to feel stuffy, and his were beginning to water. What seemed like hours later, Denver's nose was itching and dripping fiercely, and he felt miserable. The Confidant's dread of horseback and his distaste for dirt were waging war here, and he glanced to his mate, hoping she would agree with his silent plea. Thankfully, Magnolia was tired, too. They found Jasper and tied up their new-found goodies, and slowly made their way back to Salsola. Denver's sneezes echoed in the streets as they left. .denver {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:-.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .denver .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/B8z1q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .denver .ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .denver .tagline {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; padding:10px 0px 5px 0px; } .denver .tagline .sub {font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:-1.5px; } .denver .tagline em { letter-spacing:1.5px; word-spacing:-.5px;} .denver .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal; letter-spacing:.5px; } .denver p {text-indent: 45px; margin:0px; padding:5px 15px;} .denver b { letter-spacing:.05em;} .denver u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] |