Branded: A Love Story
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				Title: <strong>Branded: A Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 08:35:48</strong>
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				“Five hundred thousand…do I have five-ten? Five-ten? Five hundred ten thousand, to buyer eight! Five fifteen, to buyer two. Still another bid at five twenty from buyer ten.”&nbsp; The invisible hosts voice came over the speaker.&nbsp; It was robotic and bumptious, all at the same time. His focus was on a red light over each darkened room. It was a bidding indicator. The looming announcement of ownership to the item being sold. Each buyer was discreetly put up in a room fit for one. The glass they sat behind was well tinted. Only able to make out feet, if anyone were trying to look.<br><br>“Do I have five hundred twenty five thousand?” The lights kept flickering for bids, even before the buyers were prompted.&nbsp; “Ladies and gentlemen, the bidding has now jumped up to six hundred thousand dollars, from buyer two!” The blinking red lights ceased for a few moments. Everyone calculating their losses. Anticipating what would happen if they bid next. After the five second rule was just about up, a light went off again. “Six hundred and ten-no…room number one has just phoned in. Buyer would like to bid seven hundred thousand.” No lights went off from any rooms. “Going once…twice…SOLD! Patrons may collect their winnings in the holding area. Doors are located across the hall of your rooms. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 20:38:37</strong>
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				He stood there in chains as the bidding proceeded. He didn't even bother to look up. He knew his fate. To die in war was one thing. It granted release to fight again and be reborn. He had heard what happened to his kind that got captured. Tourture beyond belief. He barely heard when the final call was made and he was roughly ushered into another room to wait for the person that had claimed him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 20:56:36</strong>
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				At that, a woman stood from room number one. Turning on her heels, she exited her obscure cell. Simultaneously, door two flung opened . “I knew it was you…Sabriel. You could never resist fresh meat.” The oily voice belonged&nbsp; to Balthazar. A red demon with massive black horns. His blacked out eyes sent Sabriel’s skin crawling. His teeth and claws did no better. He stood at a monstrous eight feet, against the five foot three angel. As he neared her, attempting to stroke the side of her face with a talon, amazon type women surrounded Sabriel. Aiming shafts with zappers at the ends at the demon. “Don’t touch me you piece of shit! Despite my situation…you‘re still scum.” She folded her arms over her chest. Contorting her brow antagonistically this time. “Besides, it isn‘t the fact that he‘s fresh meat ,that I bought him.” “What else would be worth the wasted money?” “Being number one.” Sabriel gave him a barred smile. Balthazar shook his head and sighed. “Just another pretty face you‘ll get sick of and castrate. Like all the others.” Balthazar let out a laugh that made you want to head for cover. It shook the foundation, until ceiling bits crumbled down to the floor.<br>&nbsp;<br>“That’s of no concern of yours, demon. But, I’m curious, what business have you, buying angels from the market?” The demon’s expression went vacant. He disinclined to answer, but for a devilish smirk. Then walking away. <br><br>“Honestly…who lets him out of his cage?” Sabriel shouted out loud. Hoping the demon would hear it. The sting of her words have taken down bigger and better. Precisely because those demons were more the physical type. In her line of work, Sabriel came across their kind a lot. Their little banter would carry on the next time they encountered one another. It was a farce mingled with twisted humor that Sabriel secretly enjoyed.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>While the Angel and Demon had their brief conversation, Sabriel's guards took her belongings to the car. The four that surrounded her lead the way back. It was the dead of night. Not many stars came out, neither were there any street lamps. The clanking of their feet cut the silence, as they approached the car.<br><br>“Empress, your cargo is in the van. Ready to go. As is <em>your</em> vehicle.” A dark haired woman spoke. Looking proud of herself. Sabriel‘s temper flared at the lack of comprehension. “I <strong>told</strong> you that I wanted to see him before you did anything else.” Her tone was unreadable. "What part of that is so difficult to understand?'" The confusion caused the black haired woman guard to stutter. “We-we can unseal the container if you like.” “Oh-I intend for you to.” Sabriel snapped. She walked with the idiotic human, stomping her way to the farthest car in her convoy. <br><br>"Unseal it!" The scepters acted the same way a wielding instrument would. What they had just entombed, they had to reveal once again. Before the women were done, Sabriel cut in. "Secure the door before-" But it was too late, the Angel's inner light blinded as the door fell opened. <br><br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 21:13:30</strong>
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				He had been roughly shoved into some sort of container and then jostled around. The whole time he had been focusing his energy on the chains that held him slowly weakening them. All he could see was the inside 4 walls of the container for a long time and then suddenly a light apeared tracing a line down the front of the container. He tensed ready to eascape if he gets the chance. It comes and he jumps down from the container blazing with a light bright enough to act like a beacon to heaven itself. Even in chains he is dangerouse for he is an angel of war and he lashes out at the nearest target he can see with a kick as he breaks the&nbsp; made chains and a blazing sword apears in his hand. If they were friends they would forgive him. If they wern't well they would soon wish they had never met him.
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 22:53:22</strong>
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				Thankfully, Sabriel had been standing to the side when the door had been opened. It was the dark haired woman that had been kicked a few feet away. The others formed a circle around the captured angel. Threatening to shock him with their scepters. Their weapons making buzzing noises as the electricity in them radiated in it's full force. <br><br>Sabriel watched in interest as the angel conjured a sword in hand. 'Cheeky little bastard.' She thought to herself. Sabriel still possessed the same angelic light that she had been created with. Her wings that were tucked away in her skin needed to come out again. To her regret, she had to ruin the white silk gown she was wearing. <br><br>The bones in her shoulder blades jutted out. Slitting her skin and the silk fabric in the back of her. The searing pain caused her to wretch to the floor. It took everything in Sabriel to keep from crying out from the agony. Her nails clawing into the asphalt as the length of her wings swelled out. When her wings fanned out, she let out a gasp of exhaustion. Her light shinning brighter as her wings expanded. At least the lord had not taken that from her. <br><br>"Stop." She charged. Her guards finding her humbled tone odd. She slowly rose from the ground and paced gingerly, toward the escapee. "Don't hurt him." The new generation of angels knew naught of her falling. As her descent was ages before the earth was ever born. She was sure this one could take her as a celestial body of god, still. <br><br>Breaking through the circle of guards, in all her glory, Sabriel watched the angel cautiously. Nearing him with an outstretched hand. "We heard of your capture, and came to rescue you." She got near enough to gently touch the side of his beautiful face. "HE <em>said</em> one of ours had been tricked. But HE didn't say who. What do they call you?" Her face serene as she guided his hand wielding the sword, downward.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 23:09:28</strong>
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				He stops suddenly not understanding what was going on. He had been hurt badly so he was more than a bit warry as the other angel aproached. "I am called Callindor. Pray tell me whats going on here? I don't remember much of what happened during my capture." he says softly his eyes still blazing with anger as he glanced at the electro spears. He glances down as she points his sword toward the ground and his eyes narrow a bit. "Who are you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 23:40:58</strong>
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				"Callindor." She mused, liking the taste of his name on her lips. Her mouth lifted into an attractive smile. Instinctively, her hands flowed down the length of his arms. To help calm his temper. Her hands then rested gently on his masculine wrists. Her voice sang in a mesmerizing tone. "I'm called Sabriel. A healer and messenger. these are guard of his holiness. And we are stationed in a kingdom on Earth. To seek our captives, like yourself." She eased his sword away. "Your fight is not with us, Callindor." <br><br>"I promise to reveal everything, when you have fully recovered." She entwined her fingers in his hand and lead him away from her guards. "Come, sit with me." Her SUV's back door was opened, and waiting for her to climb in. She ushered Callindor to climb in before her. Giving him a reassuring glance that it would be alright.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 00:06:40</strong>
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				After a few moments Callindor nods and slowly the sword vanishes. He climbs inside the vehicle and nervousely sits in his seat. "So where is this castle and kindome located?" He asks after a few moments.
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 00:22:39</strong>
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				Sabriel folded her wings down and tucked it under her sit bones as she entered the vehicle. As the door closed and the car moved, she began speaking. The driver separated from their view by a dark tinted window. Sabriel liked her privacy. "It's a long way there. Come and rest your head." Her fingers ran up the back of Callindor's head. Guiding him to lay his head on her lap. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 00:28:21</strong>
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				He looks at her for a moment then shakes his head. "No thank you. I'm not tired." He says softly before looking out the window watching as they travel.
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:32:32</strong>
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				Sabriel nodded sympathetically. "Very well." Although inside she was getting her knickers in a twist. Being so kind was not so natural <em>anymore</em>. And she took his decline to her offer with ill regard. Reminding herself to punish him for it later. She looked out the opposite window, gazing at the mountain ranges in the distance. <br><br>"It's a day and a half journey to the pier we need to descend from. There is a boat waiting for us. Licia is not a place one can just <em>find</em>. One has to have been there previously, in order for Licia to find them again." She looked back to Callindor, adding, "It's concealed in a mist. Like the fabled Avalon." <br><br>After a long pause, she changed the subject. "Callindor..." She tilted her head to the side some. "Why did you come to Earth in the first place?" Curiosity was genuinely there. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:46:30</strong>
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				He looks at her. "Truethfully? I wanted to find some peace. I'm through with fighting. I just want to find a place to be left alone and watch enternity go by. I'm done with it all." His reply is soft and sincere. "Damn demons had other plans and I ended up on a betting block. It seems all my life is good for is fighting."
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:59:51</strong>
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				"Why would you leave Him? Have <em>you</em> fallen?" Sabriel's brow furrowed, trying to understand Callindor's concept of thinking he was a free being. An angel, especially a warrior of the all mighty could not just simply choose to leave heaven. <br>"Last <em>I</em> remember, He commands all things in his charge to return to heaven, unless they are cast off, or stationed in a place of great need. I haven't heard of any great wars needing angelic protection as of recent." She tried keeping herself from smirking. Although her eyes sparkled at the possibilities that she had come across one of the rebellious. 'That would be divine.' She thought to herself. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:03:56</strong>
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				"If I had fallen then I certainly wouldn't have the kind of power I do. I just came to the realization that the whole war is pointless. I think Humanity needs to be left alone by both sides. Instead we fight a war where we get killed and then come back a thousand years later and do it all over again. For what? For humanity who obviosly could care less. Its pointless." He replies slightly angrily. "Well I supose I will become fallen after this. Once you turn me in I will be cast out."
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:29:22</strong>
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				"Hardly..." She shook her head in reassurance. Continuing, "If I wanted to <em>turn you in</em>, you wouldn't be traveling to Licia with me." Her laugh was syrupy sweet. She crossed her legs and smirked at him. Without further explanation, she turned her gaze back toward her window. "And angel of war." She sighed. Thinking about all the fun she could have with him. 'How high his pain tolerance must be.' She dared to dream.<br><br>"Human's are only good for one thing." She remarked. Not elaborating on that either. "So...the demon that wanted to purchase you...his legion will be after us the next time we step foot outside of Licia...of Heaven. Whichever comes first. You might have fun with that." She was a good liar. Seeming the innocent party in the whole bit. But Sabriel had to admit, she did like this one, better than the others. It wasn't just because he was of her kind. She just couldn't figure out what it was exactly. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:33:21</strong>
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				Callindor shrugs and then yawns. "Then I guess&nbsp; I'll have to kill him, or her. It matters not its pointless like I said. I kill one and two more take its place. It would be so much easier if I could just become mortal. at least humans get to stay dead when they die instead of having to fight again and again." he says softly. Slowly his eyes start to close after a few minutes and he tries to stay awake but it is clear he is getting sleepy. 
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:43:20</strong>
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				"If it hadn't been for your wings and angelic light...you'd sound close to human. In that self destructive way." She kept her gaze out the window. Jealous of his acceptance by god, even after he strayed. Yet, <em>she</em> was cast off so easily, from one tiny mistake. 'How unfair.' She complained to herself. She took a sideways glimpse to Callindor. Watching sleep take him. <br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:02:07</strong>
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				Callindor struggels to stay awake and it shows. His head nods and finally he slumps against the window. His breathing slows and evens out. 
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 21:44:34</strong>
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				Sabriel watched with a distorted look, as the angel let sleep take him. She let her mind drift into what would have been. Had she let Balthazar buy Callindor, she wondered how long the demon lord would have let him live. She had <em>heard</em> of the torturous devices and tactics hell possessed. Never wanting to see them first hand, she was grateful for at least that. Knowing that fallen angels thus became hellion creatures. So what made his holiness leave her in this limbo of sorts? Why had she too not sprouted horns and craved such murderous vengeance? Sabriel knew she would never have an answer to those thoughts that plagued her every waking moment. But still, one had to hope.<br>She narrowed her eyes at the sleeping being and said in a soft, resentful voice, "You're lucky you have <em>me</em>."<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 14:20:06</strong>
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				Callindor's sleep is fitful and he snaps awake only an hour later. It seems he allready is a tortured soul for some reason. "I'm.. I'm sorry my dear. I seem to have fallen asleep on you. My captivity has taken a bit out of me I'm afraid."
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 14:31:23</strong>
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				She hadn't taken her eyes off of Callindor, since he had dozed off. Studying his make up with a resentful gaze. Thinking of all the nasty things she'd like to do to him, all for the sheer pleasure of revenge. Aimed at the one who created him. It was a zealous thought, if she ever had one. The same recurring one, yet it fueled her in so many ways. She hardly knew still, why she had not shackled him yet.<br><br>As soon as he began to stir, Sabriel shifted her stare toward her window. Acting as if she did not care. Callindor's voice finally cut the silence, affirming he had awakened fully. "Lord knows how long <em>they</em> had you in their clutches." Sabriel fashioned a concerned glance at Callindor's. "There's no need for apologies-angel. Sleep was inevitable. As I knew it would be. Otherwise, I would not have offered my lap as a head rest to you previously." She smirked and turned back to her window. Her crossed leg dangling. The hem of her mini dress rode up slightly with every kick.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 04:59:48</strong>
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				Callindor smiles. "Yea well I'm glad its over now. I wanted to thank you for the help you have given me... so thank you. I hope I am able to repay you some day." He says with sincerest honesty.
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 03:58:36</strong>
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				Even though Sabriel was not a demon, she didn't possess many angelic thoughts either. It took some restraint to keep from getting nasty. "Just-get your rest." She smoothly cantered. Her arms folded tightly to her chest. A tiny trail of a frown was forming. "There's going to be plenty of time for thanking and repaying when we get to the island." She watched Callindor placidly. Sensing the sincerity of his gratefulness. <br><br>Before he could catch the look, Sabriel turned her head and glared out the window. 'Killing me with kindness won't stop me from 'breaking' you.' She thought to herself. His ability to defuse her was even more taxing than she anticipated. She was going to have to go into bitch mode soon, if he was going to be all...nice and...angelic. <br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 14:02:30</strong>
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				Callindor smiles again and goes back to looking out the window. Every few moments though he glances over at her just looking at her. The glances get longer and longer. 
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 07:14:48</strong>
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				Despite the fact the her SUV's windows were darkly tinted, Sabriel noticed the stars dimmed, one by one. The night sky was beginning to lighten with the ascending rays of sunlight. Which lead to the realization that time was moving way too slow. Untangling her crossed legs, Sabriel stomped her foot once. "Drive. <em>Faster.</em>" Even with just two words, she needed to force it's soothing tone. Yet, even them, anyone could have picked up the edge in it. <em>"I'm already going ninety in a fifty mile an hour zone Miss."</em> the driver pleaded. Sabriel let out a condescending laugh. "We have diplomatic immunity. That means..." She took a deep, soothing breath. Inclining toward the drivers ear, she boomed. "<em>Drive faster</em>! You <em>know</em> I'm claustrophobic." <br><br>She turned to Callidor and let out an innocent chuckle. "<em>Human imperfections</em> are the price one pays, being away from home so long." With that, she peered straight ahead. Watching the scene shifting rapidly, as the driver accelerated down the road. She caught rare glances of Callindor, watching her, as her hair hid her eyes some. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 21:44:24</strong>
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				"Still Patience is a virtue one cannot forget." Callindor replies patting Sabriel's leg gently. "Human's are only human after all. Be patient with them."
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 10:25:14</strong>
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				"You misinterpreted my meaning." Sabriel let out a stress filled breath. The tension in her neck and shoulders were apparent, and building. Yet she was able to fashion a closed lipped smile. Anomalously closed off from having to explain herself, Sabriel concluded that his angelic vibes were influencing her. She didn't like it, nor could she resist it. "The imperfections I spoke of...were of <em>myself</em>." She would have went further in depth, had Callindor's hand not dabbed her. Sabriel's eyes fell on his encouraging gesture warily. Of course he couldn't have known that the touch of his holiness was scorching Sabriel's leg. From the surface they could <em>never</em> tell. "Patience...sometimes, become irrelevant." She whispered. Digging her nails into her opposing thigh.<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 18:37:59</strong>
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				Callindor smiles. "I see well you arn't the only one with patience problems. I have had it happen as well. What you must realize is the best thing in thoes situations is to simply take a deep breath and count to ten. An old human friend taught me that." He looks at her for a few moments with a slight smile on his face as if he knows something she dosen't. Then he goes back to looking out the window.<br><br>(Sorry Reign, My mind has been on too much lately)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Branded: A Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 12:15:09</strong>
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				The boat pier could not have come into view soon enough. Everything beforehand was all but a bad dream. Sabriel was sure that getting out to sea would at least give her some distance to rid herself of the good the Callindor was exuding onto her. With their sharing time, she could see that he only meant well, because he had been brainwashed by the other servants and messengers. She was going to have to put forth real effort with breaking this one in. <br><br>They still had a long drive before they actually reached the pier, but seeing it there was a joy in itself. The hours wasted bonding would soon come to an end, and Sabriel could stop with the exhausting pretenses. She did voice truthfully, "If you can...you should sleep now. Once we get to the island...I don't think you'll be getting much." She smiled and watched his reaction. Hinting at nothing with her sweet expression.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div><br>(No worries P. I'm not rushy. Take your time. ;) )
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Branded: A Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 17:35:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Callindor nods. "Perhaps you are right. Sleep is a good idea. I haven't gotten much in a long time and if I am not to get much more then it must mean there is much work to do." He takes one look outside and soon he is fast asleep. Strangely he twiches as he sleeps as if something is bugging him. <br><br>(Gah! I hate life and this Chemo Treatment. Theres so much going on right now its driving me nuts.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Branded: A Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 22:58:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sabriel stared shamelessly as Callindor shifted his weight to get more comfortable. She did the fake 'interested' look as he expressed what he thought lay ahead in his new journey. The ideals he assumed were adorable. Even in his need to break away from his Heavenly duties, his nature still kept his mentality on track. It prompted Sabriel to make a mental note to break the angel out of that habit once at the island.<br><br>It was not long until he fell into slumber. His comatose state gave Sabriel time to size up her new toy. Calculating all of the gadgets that would be used on him. Estimating how long each would leave him incapacitated. She even gave herself a deadline in the breaking of him. And if she failed before then... she would have to just castrate him and drop him off in the wilderness like the rest of her throw-aways.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kristen-b.net/gallery/albums/shoots/tvguide2007/normal_TVGuide-2007_006.jpg)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Branded: A Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 19:16:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Callndor shifts in his sleep and suddenly his eyes snap open. In them is the look of a hunted animal, something from his past as light crackles around his right hand as he almost forms his sword to defend himself against something only he can see. The his vision clears and the light goes away./ "Sorry." He says simply before leaning back against the door and closing his eyes again.
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