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- Shawchert Menue - 09-05-2012 [html] +1
OOC: COME HEAL ME le sad! More “battle wounds” Shawchert thought as he looked at his searing hands. It wasn’t as bad as he thought but there were patches of skin that felt as though they were on fire. No he would live but why did it have to hurt so much. He sat at the cabin that he now shared with Sky. He was looking at them. They didn’t hurt in the whole stupid predicament he started, but he would stand up for his daughter. How did anyone see that and to say she was as good as dead because she was no long pack? It infuriated him. But he kept himself calm after the outburst that caused Tharin to attack him. Whatever the case he was still hurt and he hoped Sky would come back soon. He didn’t go inside though he sat out on the porch just staring at his hands. Wondering how his hands weren’t really on fire, some of his fur was singed but other than that fire did not engulf them when he threw his hands out to catch himself. it was interesting to look at really. He was lucky they were only coals and not just the fire. So he sat there admiring his hands, He was sure he could still use them, he just needed medical expertise. .shawrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#b1f4ff; letter-spacing:.5px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #3b566b; } .shawrain .ooc{font-style:italic; padding: 10px 15px 5px 15px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#4c5658;text-align:center;text-shadow:none;} .shawrain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 10px 15px; margin:0px;} .shawrain .divider {width:360px; border-bottom:1px solid #a1c5f1; margin:0 auto 3px auto;opacity:0.4;filter:alpha(opacity=40);} .shawrain {margin:0 auto; width:390px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... tsee-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 350px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#a1c5f1; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #182835;} </style> [/html] - Sky Rhiannon - 09-06-2012 [html] [/html] - Shawchert Menue - 09-08-2012 [html] #150
OOC: sorry for the shortness ; ; Shawchert flinched at her touch. He wasn’t use to such affection these days much less hers. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow but said nothing. His throat was scratchy from inhaling some of the ash dust but he was sure it would be fine in no time. He nodded at her pleased that she thought the same thing. At her request he stood and followed her up the stairs silently. When she finally spoke it was quiet; “No, just a sore throat.” And what little dignity he had left... The are harsh... these wolves, more so than my home pack.” He said, and he wasn’t sure he liked it all too much, but where else dod he have to go? He would have to learn the culture of New Dawn or find himself gone because he did something stupid. .shawrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#b1f4ff; letter-spacing:.5px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #3b566b; } .shawrain .ooc{font-style:italic; padding: 10px 15px 5px 15px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#4c5658;text-align:center;text-shadow:none;} .shawrain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 10px 15px; margin:0px;} .shawrain .divider {width:360px; border-bottom:1px solid #a1c5f1; margin:0 auto 3px auto;opacity:0.4;filter:alpha(opacity=40);} .shawrain {margin:0 auto; width:390px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... tsee-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 350px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#a1c5f1; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #182835;} </style> [/html] - Sky Rhiannon - 09-10-2012 [html] [/html] - Shawchert Menue - 09-13-2012 [html] Out of Character
WC: 331/ OOC: Yes in light of all that happened I have so many posts with shaw it will take too long to repost, so whatever I have already up and him saying well its' garbled and waht not, you know, now is where I post properly with him. So he's angry with himself <3 In Character
He let her move her to where she needed him. So many things happened all at once, and she was suddenly being so nice. She had changed he could tell. Just from the few days he had seen her, she had changed greatly as he did. He let his teeth show at the pain of the aloe touching his raw skin, but the pain died within seconds and he felt its soothing healing as it dried on his pads. He listened as Sky spoke to him. He gave a quiet grunt at her words he could understand. Tharin had been horrible to speak as he did of Titania whose pack was not there when she gave birth, Shaw wondered where Zalen was but he did not know the full details, only enough to know something horrible happened. He did not judge the man other than taking his daughter away from him so early on, just when he had gotten her back no less. Her comment about this being stricter than any pack he had ever been in made him laugh out right. This was nothing compared to his old pack. He wasn’t going to try and make Sky understand that, she barely knew his past and now that there was no more of it, she really didn’t need to know. His laugh stopped when she took his face in her hands and his heart stopped right where it was and frozen as she spoke. He could do nothing but nod. He pointed at her and tried saying help, but it came out wrong and he growled his frustrations. He looked away angry at himself for not being able to speak anymore, it was hard for him, it was always going to be hard. He would try to make it work. Whatever he learned in communication with other slaves wouldn’t work here, not unless he taught everyone the few basic signs he knew and even then he couldnt’ express himself. .Firetable-shaw p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .Firetable-shaw b {color:#D83500;} .Firetable-shaw-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .Firetable-shaw-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#DDE6CF; text-shadow:#1C0A00 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Firetable-shaw-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .Firetable-shaw {background-color:#010101; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #DDE6CF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#474844; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/e9VqU.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 240px 0px; } </style> Coding by sie [/html] - Sky Rhiannon - 09-15-2012 [html] [/html] - Shawchert Menue - 09-17-2012 [html] Out of Character
WC: 342/ OOC: Oi those wounds are fresh In Character
He felt defeated at she seemed confused by his atrocious word he didn’t blame her though it seemed she was not going to push him like normal, which had attracted him to her at one point. Her own dominance over him was what he had loved about her, and her beautiful voice. He couldn’t help thinking about his shattered flute, and the one he lost just outside Salsola’s borders after his tongue was taken. He wondered if it was still there, laying out in the open waiting for the elements to eat through the case taht protected it and then the same for the flute itself. He had mourned for it many nights as he had mourned for his children, Orin, and Sky. The physical contact was different from what he was getting use to in his slave home. Physical contact was denied him from anyone else, though the woman that had taken a liking to him did not keep her hands off him, but in no way showed affection for him. He stiffened as she put her head against his shoulder, and wasn’t sure how he should react. His love for her was hidden deep down but with the hurt she had given him a while ago, it would take more than him returning and her showing a bit of affection towards him, at least he hoped this is what pack did, though he doubted he would get use to or would do any of this for some time. He let out a deep breath and moved away, unable to look at her, his one ear folded back in shame and he was unsure how to react. He didn’t want to be enemies with Sky, that was the last thing he wanted, but everything that had transpired between them had gone deep, especially when it came to Taliesin and she had born live puppies for him, it was evidence in the two that bounced around the cabin the few nights he lived in one of the cabin’s rooms. .Firetable-shaw p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .Firetable-shaw b {color:#D83500;} .Firetable-shaw-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .Firetable-shaw-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#DDE6CF; text-shadow:#1C0A00 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Firetable-shaw-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .Firetable-shaw {background-color:#010101; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #DDE6CF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#474844; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/e9VqU.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 240px 0px; } </style> Coding by sie [/html] |