I got some really awesome letters to add to my good death xp app from Delilah's death. The POV of other players has said it so much better than I could have said it for myself, and it's given me perspective on myself and my roleplay, and a really nice warm fuzzy feeling. I want to thank all of those I roleplayed with in the past year and a half as Delilah, because I have learned a lot from the experience...
Sorry, my webcam broke for a while, which was why I couldn't take any pictures sooner. But here are a couple photos of little Delilah, who is making herself very comfortable on my lap as I type this. She keeps sticking her head under my arm and climbing up my shoulder. It was hard to take photos without my face showing up in them. i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn317/arigolden/Delilah1.jpg i307.photobucket...
...thought I'd mention that. And it's almost midnight and I'm not going to bed tonight, at all. Well, maybe eventually. But my eyes hurt but I'm not going to close them because I still have to feed Delilah. And I want to wait for people to talk to. Even though I hate them all. I hate people. Except Dragon_night. And my ear hurts. And I don't like the person who just entered the chatroom. I'll glare...
...my lap on the way home. She mewed loudly at the beginning, but by the end of the ride she was half-asleep, giving the occasional tiny squeak and rubbing her cheeks against my hand. I've named her Delilah. Currently, my hands are covered in claw marks, my clothes are covered in fur, and she's asleep. She was curled up and purring in my arms for a while before she fell asleep, and she kept changing...
OOC: This is the final post for Akela and Delilah's story, and therefore, Brian Lemaster and I have collaborated on the story, and writing it in the third person so that the whole story is in one place, crossposted to both our LJ's. We really appreciate everyone who's followed the story between our characters and gotten some enjoyment out of it, and hope that you enjoy the end of our story as well...
Τελετουργικό της ευλογίας θανάτου The words, in traditional Greek, are inscribed into the alter we have set up. The Ritual of Death's Blessing. He calls it that, loosely. I watched him perform this...and each other to you. Accept our gifts we pray. Grant us the strength to fight in Your name, and welcome us into Your House." Hands still linked, we kneel before the altar, falling silent.
unfortunately i had to have Delilah pts today, her lump had got so big. she was a sweet girl and its so unfair that it came to this, i only got her in march. these rescues are just breaking my heart recently. however, mr cooper was very pleased with Rhodes Island, i think he thought the meds would really knock her out but they havent and the fits have stopped, so now i just have to force drugs into...
"So, how many times do I have to tell you that this is handled? And how many times will you keep pushing this ANYWAYS? You're beginning to piss me off, Wife." The words, tossed out haphazardly in anger...had them, are over. I know this problem is yours to deal with, and we've set everything in motion. After this weekend, we'll handle it together, if we're able....ok?" I nod, "Sounds good to me."
One cool hand curves it's way around the back of her neck, much gentler than one would expect. A forearm, corded with tight muscle, lays weight against her shoulder, leading up to the bicep that flexes...and the oak and pine that mingle with it tell her of his constancy. It fills her mouth, and no matter the number of times she's tasted it before, his flavor always seems to reveal something new to her
Akela just left. He's going hunting alone. Ever since I got injured in Trussville, he's been going out hunting, and then comes back and gives me his vitae so that I can rest, and heal. If I can relax,...black to deep purple, we rise out of the water, going onshore. I have much to do, but that can be dealt with tomorrow. Akela wraps me in his arms, and then darkness as we merge with the ground.
