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 Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 4:35 pm
Quils Although he was slender and had a feminine figure his body had the tone of a fighter. This was due to Id being present for so long, forced training regiments were his forte and he had no remorse for the strain it put on Quils himself. His muscles twitched at her touch, feeling her legs tighten he rose up. His bare feet made soft patting noises in the moist sand as he walked towards the forest, all the while looking up at the fading blue sky as it dipped to black. His hands holding onto her fingers to make sure she wouldn't fall. The pain in his leg forced him to shut an eye, but he let off no sound or thought which would come through in his movements. Instead he hummed his lullaby, easing the unresting spirits and his soul.
"Put me down.." she said softly in his ear.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 4:52 pm
An urge of stubborness hit him, he could tell that she knew about his pain just by the tone of her voice, it was filled with guilt. Shaking his head at her whisper he shot Teresa a sincere look. Quils grinned happily and looked to the treehouse. "I didn't have to carry you...but I did, please let me finish." with that he began to move faster, hopping in step to reduce the strain in his leg. The treehouse was already within a stone's throw. Confidence bubbled within him, "Was this the feeling Id felt whenever he went into a fight?" he wondered to himself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 4:57 pm
Teresa sighed silently to herself and nodded her head. Continueing to hold onto him as he went onwards towards her tree house. It was the only thing she could do. No, she wasn't going to force him to do anything so she simply held onto him.
Laying her head on the back of his neck and head. Her warm breath going against his skin. They shouldn't be that far away now meaning the sooner they get there the quicker Quils could get off that leg of his.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 5:09 pm
Sweat beaded off of Quils' forehead, his outstretched hand gently touching the trunk of the tree. With a gasp he looked up, "We're...here." he said, smiling as he let Teresa down. He waited for her to go up first.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 5:16 pm
Man..he was tired she could tell that and it just made her worry. Quickly she released herself from him letting herself simply drop off him and land hard on the ground. Nearly knocking all the air out of her lungs when she hit the ground.
Catching her breath she climbed back to her feet catching sight of the tree's aura. Walking up to the tree her hand slid up till it found a branch then she clasped hold of it. Slinging herself up onto the branch. Then onto another.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 5:24 pm
Quils followed suit, his movements more sluggish than hers. His eyes watched as she deftly climbed up the tree, suddenly focusing onto her rear and forcing a blush onto his face. Pausing for a moment he looked across the wilderness, his mouth slightly agape in awe. The trees were calm and peaceful, swaying only slightly in the breezes that rushed through the maze of trees and underbrush. He seemed at peace on his perch, only him and the forest baring witness to the wonderous events of nature. After awhile he was at the top, a second wind finding its way and giving him the energy to make it to the house.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 5:29 pm
Teresa made it to the top way before Quils did climbing to her feet dusting her shorts off and such. Her eyes caught sight of dying aura within an animal that had been hunted down and dumped at her doorstep. Jacob..she thought immediately.
With a sigh and a shake of her head she walked over to the animals corpse and dragged it into the tree house. It was a dear all right and it still smelled and looked fresh. Quickly bringing it into the butcher room to take care of it later when she had the time. Closing the door after she came back out.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 5:38 pm
Quils' peeled his undershirt off as if it were a parasite which had overstayed its welcome the moment it attached. His tan skin gleamed with sweat in the dim light. His physique hinted that he was someone who had a vast appreciation for personal physcial fitness, though his long fingernails said he also enjoyed outter appearances as well. He detested the muscle bound types, saying they looked disgusting with their arms bulging and appearing short. His ears twitched with curiousity as he heard a door shut, quickly turning his head to catch sight of Teresa. Quils smiled warmly at her as he approached the living room where he had been sleeping for the past few days, except that one night when Id made a move.
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UltimateBiscuit Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 5:41 pm
We can all see what the couple was up to all this time, but where was Ultima?
Still at Reapers house, sleeping of all things. He was in a deep sleep on the couch, a kitten of some kind on his chest. Ultima's arm was over his eyes and he was sprawled out in a very relaxed way.
He was snoring lightly, the couple where "downstairs" right now, and as they approached and even when they would acctually come in, Ultima would be fast asleep.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 5:42 pm
Teresa couldn't tell the difference when he had clothes on or not. So she wouldn't see his nice body that she managed to have experiece with one day. Turning her head watching as he moved into the living room. Didn't he know there was a guest room she offered him?
Shaking her head slowly she lit up a few candles and headed for the kitchen. The two of them has of yet to eat dinner.
"There's salad or tacos..which you want?" Teresa asked softly knowing he could hear her. "There is also a guest room if you feel uncomfortable sleeping there..there's also my room."
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 5:46 pm
His face turned completely red. He didn't know how to reply, turning back to the kitchen he wandered in and sat at the table. "Salad, and I'll...stay in your room tonight." His fingers silently drumming as he waited.
((I have to go now, I will try to be on tomorrow.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2005 10:43 am
That surprised Teresa she thought Quils would decline and take the guest room. Nodding her silently she went to the fridge retrieving the materials for the salad. It was easy to make salad it was quick too. Stirring the vegetables and some meat considering Id loved meat together.
"What kind of dressing do you like?" Teresa asked. She set up the teapot to make some tea and brought out some apple cider for Quils.
Dieal was the strange feline sleeping upon Ultima's chest. His small pink tongue sticking out of his mouth as he purred soundly upon him. Rising and falling with Ultima's breathing.
Darksun was still in his kitten form he came into the room after founding a rather large rat. Man..he hate rates they were such pests and annoying. They always came up and bite his bloody tail. He wasn't surprise there were rats out here in the wilderness he wasn't taken back at the size of the rat though. His lush green eyes scanned over the room and stopped seeing Ultima ANOTHER purple haired man. He growled silently to himself and even more so when he saw his little brother sleeping soundly on him. Traitor...He thought irritable. With a yawn and stretching out his back he walked calming across the wooden floor and climbed up onto the couch the two of them were sleeping on. He would make sure to walk silently and carefully as to not wake the two of them. He came up to Ultima's right shoulder and laid himself down so his front paws and head was resting on his shoulder. The rest of him curcle up against the top of the shoulder and the side of his neck. Slowly falling asleep as well.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2005 2:20 pm
"No dressing I'm fine." he said, a tone in his voice portraying his disgust for such toppings. They masked the pure taste of the meal, he couldn't fathom why anyone would want to smother such a delight with something so heavy and strong. A naturalist is what he would call himself if he had the question presented to him. His left leg began to feel better after awhile, his healing already taking place. I'm glad Id didn't go all out, otherwise I'd be dead. he thought, watching as Teresa worked on the meal and brought out tea and cider.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2005 2:39 pm
Teresa nodded pulling out her own dessing made from herbs and such. It wasn't as strong as the other natural dressing. This dressing was actully healthy too. She pour a little bit on her salad then slid it away. Grabbing the bowels she set one before Quils and the other where she would be eating at.
Bringing out two glasses filling one with apple cider and the other with green tea. Setting those out at well. If he had been paying attention he would notice that all the silver wear she used was either made from polished wood or bone.
"You don't have to worry about hunting for meat either. Jacob, went out and got the one that you missed." Teresa stated before sitting herself down at the table.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2005 2:49 pm
Quils gave her a puzzled look, "The one I missed...oh ok." he said sheepishly after making his revelation. He'd forgotten that Id had run into the poachers while hunting, and missed a kill. For a moment he sat completely still, unmotivated and solemn. Jacob, wasn't that the name of her brother? his brain began to systematically run through his memories, deducing which facts were important to bring to mind and which were better off reserved. As he though, he ate. The silverware felt natural as it came into his mouth to deliver the bits of food. It lacked the uncomfortable feel of metal scraping past the surface of his teeth as it entered and left. It wasn't long before he had finished his salad, his tongue retaining the slight taste of meat. Quickly gulping the cider and setting it down. Quils pushed back his chair and pressed his hands to his weary face, rubbing his eyes gently. They felt heavy and exhausted after they day he'd had.
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