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- Saul Stormbringer - 06-04-2012 [html] 06.06.2012 . 5pm . jordheim . optime form He was too late. She was going to die and he didn't get to tell her how he felt. His mind cast him images that he didn't want to see- the flash of metal swinging towards Lilin's face, the way her body crumpled to the ground as if her string had just been cut. He couldn't quite help the nausea rolling his stomach as he thought of the utter panic and desperation as he pushed himself harder. He'd seen most of their confrontation, the physical bits at least, and he'd been running as hard as he could to get there. He hadn't seen the dark warrior pulling out her sword until it came arching towards Lilin. And then he was moving faster than he ever had before. The warrior had backed off and fled as Saul got there, skidding to a halt and cradling Lilin's head. Her eyes were closed shut and he thought the worst had happened. He'd scooped her up, so delicately to try and avoid spinal damage and moved to take her home. word count → 433 ;; image © Fir0002/Flagstaffotos ;; table by lin .saul-owlooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .saul-owlcred {font-style:italic; color:#000000; text-align:right; font-size:9px;} .saul-owl p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-owl b {color:#D1C2B9; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #5C4633; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .saul-owl {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#5C4633; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:450px;} .saul-owlinner{background-color:#9D7C5E; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... aulbot.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 150px 0px; width:450px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 06-04-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> wc. 362 Darkness had fallen. Someone had taken away the scorching sun and with its disappearance, thoughts and recollections had dimmed and finally vanished, shrouded in her unconscious mind. She couldn't tell how long she'd been ensnared in limbo; a forcibly induced oblivion she could not free herself from. Not yet. Had it been minutes, hours, days? Temporal length was a mystery, like everything else. She was stuck in a cold state of mind, only the compassionate press of another body against hers was perceived- the warmth it provided, the tenderness and urgency at work. While she could feel it, the barrenness of her mind could not make sense of it. The driving force fueling the blow as Saul's foot connected with the wooden door was of great ampleur, but none of it registered in her brain. Four out of five methods of perception were suppressed- Lilin could not smell the musky fragrance that could've hinted at her beau's presence. She could not hear him or his pleas as her body was lowered to the bed. She could not see the intensity of his emerald gaze, nor could she taste the bloody, metallic flavor in the back of her mouth. The Soulstorm heir could do none of that. But she could feel the way he'd lovingly craddled her small frame against his hulking body, the caution exerted as he'd placed her upon his makeshift bed. With every passing moment and every caress deposited on her body, darkness began to dissipate. It was the touch of her cheek; that slow, unsteady movement of his fingers running down her face that brought her back to reality, back to him. It wasn't a painless procedure; as the fog lifted, the throbbing agony located in her temples intensified. Where there had been nothingness, now there was confusion. She didn't bring her hands up to her head, unable to do anything but force her eyelids to open. Admist the blur, she found Saul's piercing green irises and soon thereafter, her own pools of mediterranean blue began tearing up from the overwhelming discomfort. "It hurts," she murmured through parted lips, her voice inevitably cracking under the pressure exerted on her brain. - Saul Stormbringer - 06-04-2012 [html] nyaaaaah, ninja posting! The feel of her cheek beneath his fingers was comforting and bittersweet at the same time. He could feel the panic subsiding a little at the sound of her breathing, the anxiety twisting his gut easing with the overtaking of the more logical part of his mind. Inwardly, he began to run through the herbs he knew that would help her. Arnica was famous for bringing out swelling, and he knew beyond a doubt that he would need to bring the swelling out on her head. If left, internal swelling could cause serious damage. By drawing it out, the swelling would come out in a lump and a bruise which would go down when it was healed properly. Thinking about ways he could help her was calming him down and for a few short seconds he didn't notice the brilliant blue eyes staring at him. word count → 389 ;; image © Fir0002/Flagstaffotos ;; table by lin .saul-owlooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .saul-owlcred {font-style:italic; color:#000000; text-align:right; font-size:9px;} .saul-owl p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-owl b {color:#D1C2B9; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #5C4633; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .saul-owl {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#5C4633; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:450px;} .saul-owlinner{background-color:#9D7C5E; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... aulbot.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 150px 0px; width:450px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 06-04-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> wc 404 She couldn't pinpoint what was most distressing, her cognitive impairment or the blurred vision that accompanied it all. She had a vague understanding of her beau's actions and reactions from his constant shifting between positions. One of his knees had sunk into the straw mattress as he'd leaned over; his verdant orbs moved closer and they burned brighter with meticulousness. Only his eyes were easily distinguishable amidst the fog and she refused to divert her gaze away, even if tears further distorted the image before her. Green was her lifeline. His body partly hovered over her face, inspecting every detail of her physical features for possibly injuries. She could feel it all; if not from immediate touch, then from the energy and warmth emanating from his very being. He'd spoken to her several moments ago and she could scarcely offer a response; a soft whine escaped the confinements of her maw. Her mind was was wounded; that's where it hurt. Her soul and ego were bruised beyond salvation. Her head throbbed in protest when both of his hands ran over the top of her head, skimming along different regions until they finally settled on the source of her affliction. His goal wasn't to hurt her, she knew. But even the slightest pressure was enough to coax a defenseless yelp out of her. Where she found the willpower to shy away from his examining touch was a mystery. Her head jerked up and sideways, rewarding her with a bout of dizziness she'd never quite experience before. She froze then, accepting her fate and silently praying for the Gods to alleviate her burden. If Lilin could have sunk into the mattress right then and there, she would have. "I didn't want to," she hissed in response to his inquiry, unable to recall what had led to the unpredictable assault. She couldn't recall the female's face nor the conversation they'd been having prior to their brawl; if it could even be referred to as such. "I didn't start it. I didn't." The Soulstorm heir was sure of that. Lies and deceit were no foreign things to her but this time, none of it had been her fault. Her lip quivered under the mental strain of it all; trying to remember how she'd ended up in this situation, trying to remember who she'd been speaking to at the time. "I can't remember her face. I can't remember anything." - Saul Stormbringer - 06-04-2012 [html] -chews saulin- The littlest whine that escaped his belle just about broke his heart and he allowed a self indulgent sweep of her cheek and neck to try and soothe. He could see the utter confusion and pain clouding her eyes and he knew he was going to have to administer some kind of medication soon. Of course, he couldn't relieve the pain until he'd gauged the extent of her injuries and that included the tactile examination. Her face remained blank as he gently felt her head, around her ears and the back of her head before coming up the back and over the crown. He knew immediately when he'd touched the pain. The heat that radiated from the partial lump, as well as the almost spongy quality of the patch of skin was a definite give away. The yelp that came from Lilin however was enough to tell him she'd had enough. Her instinctive movement was allowed and he stood up with an apologetic smile. word count → 456 ;; image © Fir0002/Flagstaffotos ;; table by lin .saul-owlooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .saul-owlcred {font-style:italic; color:#000000; text-align:right; font-size:9px;} .saul-owl p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-owl b {color:#D1C2B9; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #5C4633; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .saul-owl {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#5C4633; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:450px;} .saul-owlinner{background-color:#9D7C5E; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... aulbot.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 150px 0px; width:450px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 06-05-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> wc 320 If the eyes were the window to a person's soul, the frigid film covering her dilated pupils were an open testament to the injury within. Superficial bruises littered her body, none dramatic enough to leave a permanent scar. It was all inside, a wound concealed by a cascade of hair that could go unnoticed to the untrained eye. Dichotomous receivers twitched lightly with Saul's departing footsteps; the only acquiescence achievable, one that would not require too much effort nor put too much strain on her body. He was gone just for a little while; Lilin couldn't tell how long exactly. By the time she'd fully acknowledged his absence, he was already back at her side. The rest of their conversation was a blur- she would phase in and out, tuning in often enough to gather bits and pieces of his explanation. She did not try to understand the reasons why she had to chew something, nor what the concoction was exactly. It didn't matter. Her trust in Saul was unconditional; instincts told her to do as she was told and not question it. And so she did, providing the littlest of nods in response. She swallowed the mixture of blood and saliva in the back of her throat with great difficulty, parting her lips and revealing a red-stained tongue; making it possible for her beau to deposit the bundle where it belonged. Even in her bewildered state of mind, the Soulstorm heir knew that it would be forced upon her if she refused to cooperate. She chewed as was instructed, slowly and with no real motivation aside from the promise of relief. Lengthy minutes of determination led to success; Lilin swallowed the ground bundle, allowing her face to twist into a grimace before she turned to face her companion. His smile was returned, though she couldn't withhold the guilt from her tone of voice. ''I should have waited for you.'' - Saul Stormbringer - 06-06-2012 [html] -chews saulin- He could see the confusion on her face, the glazed look in her eyes that spoke of pain and bewilderment. It twisted his gut painfully to think of his sweet belle in pain, but he also knew that he was doing something about it. The bundle of herbs was met with a bloodied tongue before taken into her mouth and chewed. It would taste nasty, but she didn't seem to complain about it. The occasional swallow of herb infused saliva was given, but otherwise she remained silent. And Saul wasn't going to break the peace by chastising her- aside from the fact that there was no point, it wouldn't help any with the headache and confusion he was certain she was feeling. Instead, he sat next to the bed, facing her and running a hand rhythmatically over her forehead, pushing the curls from her face to have them spring back once more. word count → 469 ;; image © Fir0002/Flagstaffotos ;; table by lin .saul-owlooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .saul-owlcred {font-style:italic; color:#000000; text-align:right; font-size:9px;} .saul-owl p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-owl b {color:#D1C2B9; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #5C4633; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .saul-owl {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#5C4633; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:450px;} .saul-owlinner{background-color:#9D7C5E; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... aulbot.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 150px 0px; width:450px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 06-06-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> wc 422 Of course he agreed with her statement. She hadn't expected him to react any differently; Lilin had spoken the truth, momentarily putting her pride aside to admit her wrong doing. Life had a peculiar way of complicating things. Never once, not even as a loner, had she ever been physically assaulted by a stranger. Her matriarch's religious beatings were as close as she'd ever gotten to suffering. How ironic that she would learn the meaning of true pain now that she had the protection of her pack and family; making her a near unattainable target. She better understood Saul's concerns now, as well as Bran and Niernan's extreme caution exhibited in the face of strangers. Should anyone aim to harm the pack as a whole, they wouldn't go for the brawny males. Her general size and fighting inexperience made her the bull's eye. Her relatives had understood what it meant to leave one of their females unaccompanied now that they openly imposed their claim on neutral lands. They were waving a pack banner for all to see, exposing themselves to the entire world- the good and the bad. Her willpower and pride were up to par with the boys, if not stronger; but it wasn't enough to keep her safe. Her dam had survived this long due to ruthlessness, barbarity and flawless manipulation. Lilin, on the other hand, possessed compassion where her mother did not. And it made her inept. "I'm sorry," she murmured shamefacedly, clearly disheartened at the idea of being the weakest link. Her gaze became more focused as time went on. Saul's unexpected sob startled her greatly, causing both of her receivers to lower ever so slightly. "Don't cry, I'm okay," she offered with a whine, her nose twitching with the impending tears threatening to spill. Both young lovers were emotional wrecks. For the Soulstorm heir, seeing her companion and pillar of strength break down in such a way was enough to pain her more than the physical injuries she sustained. Her closest hand was brought to his head, where she allowed it to rest in a comforting gesture. Lilin had foreseen an apology of sorts, but she too was taken aback by the inner workings of her beau's conscience. His words were bittersweet. She'd wanted to hear it for so long but this wasn't the way she'd envisioned the whole thing. Her lower lip quivered uncontrollably as a breath of fresh air was sucked in shakily, only seconds before her own secret rang clear. "I love you too." - Saul Stormbringer - 06-07-2012 [html] -chews saulin- The utterly guilty look on his belle's face wasn't something he had seen often. They both knew she shouldn't have gone alone- but in reality neither of them perceived any danger in the trip. They couldn't have known that there would be someone out there willing and able to hurt another in such a way. An attack like that had to have been caused by something other than a random meeting in a derelict place. Green eyes were intense, his brain trying to piece together the puzzles as Lilin lapsed into self-pity. Her soft words were met with a crooked smile as he looked back up. She looked so upset that he couldn't help trying to make it better. With a soft caress of her cheek, he leant down and licked her nose softly. word count → 410 ;; image © Fir0002/Flagstaffotos ;; table by lin .saul-owlooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .saul-owlcred {font-style:italic; color:#000000; text-align:right; font-size:9px;} .saul-owl p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-owl b {color:#D1C2B9; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #5C4633; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .saul-owl {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#5C4633; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:450px;} .saul-owlinner{background-color:#9D7C5E; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... aulbot.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 150px 0px; width:450px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 06-10-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freetable4 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0efec; letter-spacing:1px; } .freetable4ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freetable4 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 28px 10px 27px;margin:0px;} .freetable4 {width:425px;border:1px solid #566878;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... table4.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:278px;background-color:#24465f;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#c1ccc6;} </style> wc 277. wotd: mignon. End it here? One of her greater nightmares was not being able to respond to his caresses adequately. This wasn't the ideal situation for love declarations- all she could wrap her thoughts around was the devoted manner with which he spoke, and the intensity of his gaze. It apparently took some time for her words to register in his mind- Lilin couldn't help but briefly wonder if her assertion had been a figment of her imagination or if he'd simply been too distraught to hear any of it. A worried frown tugged at the corners of her lips when his ears adopted a horizontal position; the Soulstorm heir was clearly taken aback by her beau's reaction. Her confusion escalated dramatically for several seconds, a period of time during which she held her breath. Should she have repeated it? Her receivers were about to mirror an angle identical to Saul's when his maw finally stretched into the biggest smile she'd ever seen. Lilin exhaled audibly, visibly relieved by the dreamy grin adorning his face. Her co-leader's reaction was mignon, there was no denying it. She anticipated what came next; the forward lean that brought his face to hers, his need to seal this moment with a kiss. Feeble arms wrapped around his neck. Her body aches were nearly forgotten for the duration of their embrace, during which she granted him access to her lips. They connected briefly, alternating between the delicate graze of her mouth against his and the consecutive, tender licks lavishing his muzzle. Unlike the first time they'd kissed, lust held no significant role in her actions. This was an unspoken promise; she was his and he was hers. |