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- Saul Stormbringer - 08-22-2012 [html]
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The building of the Village Hall was coming along nicely, if Saul admitted it to himself. Worry about the walls standing up had been alleviated when he'd intentionally thrown himself at points around the walls to see if they shifted or moved in any way. They done a good job of hammering the posts into the ground and the additional packing of the mud they'd removed to put in the foundations. Of course, there was a bitter sweetness to thinking about that packed earth- it had been Wretch's idea to keep it and that only reminded him that she'd left the day before. She and Gideon had made their excuses and left, heading off to Odin knows where. It had hurt the Stormbringer, to think that his foster daughter and brother didn't want to stick around. It had been a shock to discover Nahyt and Hael's departure as well and he could perhaps assume that the small group of departures coincided with one another. He didn't know, but he thought perhaps they'd left together. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Niernan Stormbringer - 08-22-2012 [html] 375 words. 5 (pack thread) + 3 pts. Have a Nier. Nier recalled that Saul had mentioned something about fitting the doors on the hall and moving in furniture today, and he knew that Saul would want him there. Nier had been part of the building project from the get go, and would be there when the hall was finished. He gazed across his bedroom, looking at the set of chairs he had cobbled together, his effort for the hall. The simple carpentry job was all he could manage in his spare time, what with all of his responsibilities and relationships. He hadn't seen much of Bran, the caramel man taking time out of his usual laidback lifestyle to take on a stone masonry job, building the new fireplace and chimney for the hall. The dark Stormbringer sighed and heaved himself out of bed, stepping into a pair of shorts and checking his pendants and bracelet before scooping the chairs up and exiting the house. .nscross b {font-weight:bold; color:#2a5c9b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a3b9d1; } .nscross p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .nscross {margin:0 auto; width:490px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 266e17.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2a5c9b; padding: 440px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .nscross p b:before { content: open-quote; } .nscross p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Colibri Haki - 08-22-2012 [html] http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p292 ... rtable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
ooc: have a useless interior decorator! <3 WC: 552
Several days had passed since Coli was caught in the summer rainstorm, having holed up in the stables with Niernan to wait out the inclement weather. She had no great love for horses, finding their size and build intimidating, but she had to admit they were at least warm. After limping home and falling into an exhausted slumber, Coli woke to an unfortunate discovery: she had caught a cold. So the past few days were spent sniffling, coughing, fighting off a fever, chewing on chamomile leaves she wanted to make a tea from but didn't have a kettle, and cursing a blue streak. Whether it was the fault of her pregnancy weakening her immune system, the fault of that stupid long-eared horse that she had to lead to the stables in the rain, or the fault of a certain trickster god that felt it was amusing to drench her with an unexpected downpour, they all got their share of Coli's ire.
This morning she finally felt better, albeit hungry. The meagre stockpile of food she had gathered with Ink in the forest was long gone, and she would need to attempt another hunting trip before she could get back to her gardening routine. Neither seemed particularly tempting at the moment, though. Instead, Coli emerged from her small house, and decided she would rather simply take a walk to clear her head. She had yet to visit the construction site, the village hall that all the able-bodied Vináttans had been pitching in to build. She would have happily helped if she thought she could, but even at the best of times Coli was not strong or handy with tools, and with her condition she was hardly at her best. Instead she stayed out of their way, knowing it was probably the most she could contribute -- not being a distraction. As she ambled along at her slow pace, she self-consciously adjusted the cloak she wore to hide her growing curves. She did not want to be a distraction now, either, especially not by making a spectacle of herself. She would merely be an observer.
It wasn't hard to find the new building -- the many trails leading to and from the site, the scent of freshly turned soil and fitted timber, the murmur of voices apparent as she drew nearer -- all signs brought her there easily. She wasn't expecting to see how close to completion the project was, though. The exterior looked strong and solid, and with the obvious exception of the front doors, she would have called it finished. She felt a bit guilty that she had not been able to assist her pack, though she knew Saul at least understood why. The cloaked werewolf stepped gingerly closer, spotting Saul outside, and the Stormbringer brothers in the doorway. She cast them a shy smile, eyes bright with admiration at the hard work they had clearly put in. "This place looks great! Did you need me to do anything?" she called, standing to one side of the heavy doors that lay on the ground. She certainly couldn't help with any lifting, that much was obvious; but maybe there were smaller items to be carried or assembled? Hopefully Lilin would be coming along as well, she felt a bit out of place. Stock photo credit: ArrsistableStock@deviantART - Sura - 08-22-2012 [html]
- Lilin Soulstorm - 08-30-2012 [html] (524) im late ;; mah bad. It had been a long night for the Virdings. Gideon and Wretch's departure had affected Saul greatly, even if he had been less than willing to discuss it. Lilin had merely sat on the edge of their bed, stroking his back with soft, insistent strokes. She understood his need for silence; the unspoken grievance plaguing his mind. His reaction was perfectly normal and while she desperately wanted to mend his broken heart, the mother-to-be was completely helpless. Her presence was all she could offer to soothe her beau's wounds. While he remained silent, staring blankly at the four walls that made up their bedroom, Lilin mulled over the possible reasons for their departure. None seemed good enough to leave loving family behind, especially not a man who loved as wholly and selflessly as Saul. The whole ordeal made no sense and she could only respond with speechless anger. Losing Barrett, a family member unbound by blood, had hurt more than anything. Saul had been the one to comfort her, to help her surmount the unexpectedness of it all. She could only relate and somewhat assume that he was going through similar pain. Sleep had finally consumed her train of thoughts, and she'd unwillingly fallen into a deep slumber. Lilin had no idea if her mate had slept at all that night, rising with the early morning sun to find him already awake. The Village Hall was almost completed and she'd offered to help with the final touches, in hopes of lightening the mood and spending the day with him - they rarely had a chance to work together. Her offer, however, had been received less enthusiastically than she'd hoped. Saul had left on his morning run, as he did every day, and Lilin had remained behind; wondering if her presence there would truly benefit the pack. Hours had passed, she'd made it to the Grove and back, reciting a few prayers alongside their Godja before passing through the building site on her way back to Jordheim. Her cousins were already hard at work, and her mate was visibly engrossed in the task at hand. Luckily, her sibling was there too. A grateful smile tugged at her lips when her pools of mediterranean blue spotted Colibri next to the giant doors and Sura zipping her way around the chocolate Hollr in nonsensical patterns. A wave was given in greeting whenever one of her packmate would turn and notice her attendance. The Virding filled the void next to Colibri, whom she affectionately nudged with the tip of her nose. Seeing Gideon leave Saul behind without so much as a goodbye made her appreciate the bond she shared with her eldest sister. Lilin didn't know how she would've reacted had it been Coli instead of Gideon, leaving their pack behind in the dead of night. ''Hey, how you feeling?'' she murmured, all the while watching the Aeska pushing against one of the walls with an a bewildered expression. She still was unsure whether Saul wanted her here or not, so she made no move to get involved until either her or Colibri were granted a task. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 09-07-2012 [html]
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The addition of his cousins were always uplifting, no matter what mood the pair were in. As Bran and Niernan approached, Saul turned and offered the pair a grateful smile. Niernan had been a constant presence in the building process and Bran had helped out here and there when he could. To have them both here at the end, setting up the final touches so that it would be ready to be used was a bonus. As soon as the pair got to him, the grey male began directing them to how he needed them. He was, of course, surprised to see his darker cousin's arms full of wood, which roughly translated to chairs, that he placed inside the hall before coming back to help. As a group, they began to move the table, half dragging, half lifting the table into the premises. He was glad for Colibri's arrival, heralding the pair to pause for a moment to give them a bit of a rest. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |