Hey you - I'm off tomorrow, so I'll work on a post to get us moving.
Hope you're doing okay. :)
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Oh my god I love pizza. I'm jealous. Do you guys use a big pizza oven or is it wood fired?
Glad you're doing well too. I'm posting up tonight, just waiting until after dinner so I can concentrate and get in the moment on this one. :)
Glad you're doing well too. I'm posting up tonight, just waiting until after dinner so I can concentrate and get in the moment on this one. :)
And you do it so well. Better than working. Most people who are pretty for a living are hookers or entertainers. Which is it? *cheeky grin*
Awesome Knight -Thank you so much. :)
Y and I are working on a collab, but I'll hopefully post up my witch tomorrow.
Bane - feel free to respond to my huntress or we can collab something if you like - on here.
Y and I are working on a collab, but I'll hopefully post up my witch tomorrow.
Bane - feel free to respond to my huntress or we can collab something if you like - on here.
"Get ready to drop the anchor as we pull into port." Her father's voice was loud and rang out around her and his men as they all busied themselves with preparing the ship to port into the lovely backdrop of Italy. Andrea really played no part in preparing the ship or shouting orders, so she stood near the edge of the large mast and utilized her father's binoculars to see if she could make out the large group of people gathered at the docking station. Most times that they pulled into port they did so under the coverage of night, but her father had a plan to pretend to be merchants from Spain who were looking to sell various spices collected in the new world - colonies far to the west of their own homes. She looked to her father to see him motion with his hands that she needed to change her clothes and as such she rushed below to slip into a soft blue cotton dress as she would represent her sailors to whomever awaited them.
She finished brushing her long chestnut hair and touched her lips with a soft gloss to help make her appear more feminine and less of the dominate woman that she was. Only on the open seas and in seats of parliament was a woman with her nature and appetite welcomed. She smiled at the very thought and walked with care back to the upper decks as she ship started to decrease in speed and a few deckhands from the awaiting pier stepped up to help her men bring the ship in safely. A young man, well dressed and quite regal in his appearance and stance stood to the front of the crowd and she realized it was most likely him that she might address. They needed to be careful in their presentation of what they were doing in Italy for if anyone understood that they were true pirates, they would either be burned at the stake or hung in the noonday town center events. Either idea caused her soul to shutter.
She moved to the front of the ship and took the hand of a young soldier, a nod of her head to thank him for his hospitality. She stepped off the ship and walked with intent and purpose down the small doc to stand before the well-dressed young man, bowing low in a curtsy and standing to present herself. "I am Elizabeth Vontaga of Spain and my father, Luis the captain of this merchant ship. We come from a trip to the new world and the province of America with spices and various jewels that we discovered on our travels. The King of Spain has had his fill and would like us to present to you, our neighbors the remaining items to see if you're interested in a joint venture going forward or perhaps selecting Spain as a merchant supplier for your great country." She paused only briefly before inquiring, "To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
She finished brushing her long chestnut hair and touched her lips with a soft gloss to help make her appear more feminine and less of the dominate woman that she was. Only on the open seas and in seats of parliament was a woman with her nature and appetite welcomed. She smiled at the very thought and walked with care back to the upper decks as she ship started to decrease in speed and a few deckhands from the awaiting pier stepped up to help her men bring the ship in safely. A young man, well dressed and quite regal in his appearance and stance stood to the front of the crowd and she realized it was most likely him that she might address. They needed to be careful in their presentation of what they were doing in Italy for if anyone understood that they were true pirates, they would either be burned at the stake or hung in the noonday town center events. Either idea caused her soul to shutter.
She moved to the front of the ship and took the hand of a young soldier, a nod of her head to thank him for his hospitality. She stepped off the ship and walked with intent and purpose down the small doc to stand before the well-dressed young man, bowing low in a curtsy and standing to present herself. "I am Elizabeth Vontaga of Spain and my father, Luis the captain of this merchant ship. We come from a trip to the new world and the province of America with spices and various jewels that we discovered on our travels. The King of Spain has had his fill and would like us to present to you, our neighbors the remaining items to see if you're interested in a joint venture going forward or perhaps selecting Spain as a merchant supplier for your great country." She paused only briefly before inquiring, "To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
*giggles...* You at work today?
Hey you. Hope all is well. *shew..* finally got a breather to play with a few of these adv 1x1s.
Working on a post for you now. Thanks for being so patient! :)
Working on a post for you now. Thanks for being so patient! :)
Thanks for the note. Now?
Also - Potato had a few questions. Give us your answers when you have a chance. Look at my responses to him as well. Thanks.
Also - Potato had a few questions. Give us your answers when you have a chance. Look at my responses to him as well. Thanks.
Sara continued to speak with the nurse beside her as she assured that she was prepared for the surgery, the woman beneath her thrashing back and forth. Where Sara was quite caring, she had very little patience for movement that might put someone at a greater risk. Her job wasn't to comfort those on her table, but to save their lives and she worked hard every moment she was in her scrubs to ensure that regardless of what was asked of her or the challenge presented - she brought her A game. She'd yet to loose a patient after returning to the hospital, but she knew in her heart of hearts that her desire to save everyone was simply a byproduct of the guilt of not saving Matthew.
She looked up at the nurse and growled a little, the look on her lovely face was one that few people ignored. "Get another surgeon in here and tighten down the straps on her arms."
No sooner that she'd spoken did another surgeon walk in, one she was not expecting, nor would she have chosen. Kelly was as brilliant as she and quite a god in the OR, but his acknowledgment of his gifts and forever-expanding ego left her deflated in wanting to know him better. She looked up and nodded at his words, the woman beneath her calming a bit as the ice was brought in and repositioned around various pressure points on the woman's body. The OR was a buzz with activity and yet Sara was right in the zone for what needed to be done. She glanced up at Kelly and let her eyes touch his, the rest of her face covered in a small blue mask.
"Hello, Dr. Scott. I should say the same of the ice and your soothing singing abilities." She couldn't help but grin a little before continuing on, the small mask shifting slightly as she moved toward the head of the patient. "I'm going to let you watch her pressure and heart beat as I assess the trauma to her head. Once we stabilize her we'll put her under and move into surgery. The team before us brought her back from the code blue and now we'll need to alleviate the pressure on her brain and determine what to do once we get in there. Thank you for joining me."
She turned her attention to the young woman, her fingers moving softly along the scalp as her eyes followed a large black bruise, the damage obviously enough to cause the woman's heart to stop and yet she seemed to respond to the calming soft singing coming from Dr. Scott. Interesting. Sara looked up at the monitor beside her before nodding at the nurse who was starting to administer anesthesia.
"Miss Kristy, you'll start to feel sleepy. Just relax yourself into it and when you wake up I'll be right here and we'll have Dr. Scott sing a bit more to you." She leaned over to make sure the woman was still cognizant and watched as sleep took her. "We're in go... saw."
She looked up at the nurse and growled a little, the look on her lovely face was one that few people ignored. "Get another surgeon in here and tighten down the straps on her arms."
No sooner that she'd spoken did another surgeon walk in, one she was not expecting, nor would she have chosen. Kelly was as brilliant as she and quite a god in the OR, but his acknowledgment of his gifts and forever-expanding ego left her deflated in wanting to know him better. She looked up and nodded at his words, the woman beneath her calming a bit as the ice was brought in and repositioned around various pressure points on the woman's body. The OR was a buzz with activity and yet Sara was right in the zone for what needed to be done. She glanced up at Kelly and let her eyes touch his, the rest of her face covered in a small blue mask.
"Hello, Dr. Scott. I should say the same of the ice and your soothing singing abilities." She couldn't help but grin a little before continuing on, the small mask shifting slightly as she moved toward the head of the patient. "I'm going to let you watch her pressure and heart beat as I assess the trauma to her head. Once we stabilize her we'll put her under and move into surgery. The team before us brought her back from the code blue and now we'll need to alleviate the pressure on her brain and determine what to do once we get in there. Thank you for joining me."
She turned her attention to the young woman, her fingers moving softly along the scalp as her eyes followed a large black bruise, the damage obviously enough to cause the woman's heart to stop and yet she seemed to respond to the calming soft singing coming from Dr. Scott. Interesting. Sara looked up at the monitor beside her before nodding at the nurse who was starting to administer anesthesia.
"Miss Kristy, you'll start to feel sleepy. Just relax yourself into it and when you wake up I'll be right here and we'll have Dr. Scott sing a bit more to you." She leaned over to make sure the woman was still cognizant and watched as sleep took her. "We're in go... saw."
Name: Abigail Marx (Abby)
Age: 85 (Changed at 21)
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Female
Human Appearance:
Standing 5'6, Abby's body is built for fighting and running long distances, her muscles lean and sinewy and yet defined and ready for expression at the slightest movement. Her dark chocolate hair is long and often times allowed to flow free around her torso. She wears no makeup and cares not for things that most women would, finding herself most happy in beast form as she runs the edge of the world and enjoys all that lives and breaths around her. She has a long scar that runs down her back from a hunter attack that occurred years ago during the great purge of 1800 and has multiple piercings and tattoos. She is the essence of free spirit in her appearance and persona.
Beast Appearance:
Personality: Abby is warm and welcoming, a bit of a prankster, but someone filled with joy at another chance to live. She welcomes new members into their pack and plays mother far too often to the members and their families. She is quite withdrawn in terms of suitors, and would rather spend her time and focus on betterment and protection of the pack. She's loyal and often found listening rather than speaking, her own ideas being offered to the collective good instead of individualized recognition.
Brief History: Abigail was born the daughter of a poor farmer, her mother dying in childbirth with her and leaving her to help the family make ends meet as the only girl amongst eight brothers. She was the youngest and yet grew up the quickest, her body nothing more than skin and bones because of the lack of food and her father's willingness to feed the boys first. They would protect the family and she would die if needed to ensure the betterment of her brothers. Never making friends or having childhood moments left her broken and sickly most days, the plague of 1766 attacking her with vengeance and leaving her with deteriorating health and ashen skin. Because of her condition, her father had two of her brother's take her to the forest to leave her to die, only to have the younger of the two promise to return for her that night, but that chance never came.
As she lay dying in the forest a large wolf attacked her in her weaken state and she welcomed the warm reprieve of death only to have her last memory be of her being dragged off by the large black creature. Days later she awoke with a new body and a different life, her skin pure and replenished, her muscles reformed and health restored. A curse as it was meant turned into a new life for her, one that she was grateful for every moment after. She joined the Scotland pack with her mate just before the great purge of 1800 and in a moment of attack chose to protect Felix Allistor - the future of their pack instead of her beloved. She lost her mate, but made the conscious decision then to never look back, quickly moving her up to the second in charge with the most recent Alpha.
Age: 85 (Changed at 21)
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Female
Human Appearance:
Standing 5'6, Abby's body is built for fighting and running long distances, her muscles lean and sinewy and yet defined and ready for expression at the slightest movement. Her dark chocolate hair is long and often times allowed to flow free around her torso. She wears no makeup and cares not for things that most women would, finding herself most happy in beast form as she runs the edge of the world and enjoys all that lives and breaths around her. She has a long scar that runs down her back from a hunter attack that occurred years ago during the great purge of 1800 and has multiple piercings and tattoos. She is the essence of free spirit in her appearance and persona.
Beast Appearance:
Personality: Abby is warm and welcoming, a bit of a prankster, but someone filled with joy at another chance to live. She welcomes new members into their pack and plays mother far too often to the members and their families. She is quite withdrawn in terms of suitors, and would rather spend her time and focus on betterment and protection of the pack. She's loyal and often found listening rather than speaking, her own ideas being offered to the collective good instead of individualized recognition.
Brief History: Abigail was born the daughter of a poor farmer, her mother dying in childbirth with her and leaving her to help the family make ends meet as the only girl amongst eight brothers. She was the youngest and yet grew up the quickest, her body nothing more than skin and bones because of the lack of food and her father's willingness to feed the boys first. They would protect the family and she would die if needed to ensure the betterment of her brothers. Never making friends or having childhood moments left her broken and sickly most days, the plague of 1766 attacking her with vengeance and leaving her with deteriorating health and ashen skin. Because of her condition, her father had two of her brother's take her to the forest to leave her to die, only to have the younger of the two promise to return for her that night, but that chance never came.
As she lay dying in the forest a large wolf attacked her in her weaken state and she welcomed the warm reprieve of death only to have her last memory be of her being dragged off by the large black creature. Days later she awoke with a new body and a different life, her skin pure and replenished, her muscles reformed and health restored. A curse as it was meant turned into a new life for her, one that she was grateful for every moment after. She joined the Scotland pack with her mate just before the great purge of 1800 and in a moment of attack chose to protect Felix Allistor - the future of their pack instead of her beloved. She lost her mate, but made the conscious decision then to never look back, quickly moving her up to the second in charge with the most recent Alpha.
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