Hey everyone! Here is the next chapter of SHDYCF2 and I hope that you are enjoying it. On a side note, however, I'm starting to notice all the italics aren't coming into the pieces I'm doing. Going back and looking at the code, the italics tags are there, but they aren't showing up in Deviant Art. Not sure why that would be, but let's hope they get that fixed!&nbsp;<br /><br />Next:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651533784" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-7-The-Tiger-Comes-651533784" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 7: The Tiger Comes</strong>CHAPTER SEVEN<br />The Tiger Comes<br />Taryn sighed as she settled on her &quot;couch&quot;; an old sofa back that had been removed from the main body and attached to soft cushions on the floor with a flap of durable nylon, and then covered with patterned fabric in the form of eagles; with her mother in the comfy chair next to her. She was pretty sure that her face showed none of the turmoil that was going on in her head. She pretended to watch soaps while inside her mind was turning over and over the last conversation she had with Sylvie. Her friend's demeanor at their last encounter was worrisome now that she had time to think better. She had been too...preoccupied with other...things, to have paid as close attention as she should have.<br />&quot;Honey, why so red?&quot; Gaah! She hadn't meant to blush! Curse these reflexes!<br />&quot;I'm fine Mom. Honestly. Just a...umm...good scene. That's all.&quot; Could she have stammered anymore? Taryn wanted to knock her head against a wall, especially when he</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br /><br />Prev:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651531007" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-5-A-Warning-is-Given-651531007" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 5: A Warning is Given</strong>CHAPTER FIVE<br />A Warning is Given<br />Feeling more confused than when the evening had started, Sylvie went home. Arriving at the house, she was unsurprised to find it dark and cold. Her parents were late, again. Letting herself into her garage, she walked to her mattress in her corner and carefully set herself down. The springs groaned ominously, but held. She reached over to the small bookshelf that her father had moved for her after her...change. Pulling her favorite western novel down off the shelf, she tried to set herself free on the tales of Danielle Six-Feathers and her adventures in the Wild West. As her clock counted down the time, she was surprised to realize that it was already ten at night. She set her book down and listened intently. The house was silent. Sylvie sighed. Seemed her parents were going to spend another night in the office.<br />Sylvie walked into the house and to the kitchen. Reaching into the cupboard above the sink, she grabbed her toothbrush and squirted some paste o</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>