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- Fennel Calendula - 09-06-2010 Name: Fennel "Peanut" Calendula Birthday: 29 May 2007 Luperci: Yes Species: Coyote/wolf hybrid Gender: Female Secondary Contact: cabinetkitten Current Characters: None How'd I find Souls? Well, I've been off and on this board since 2003, I think? Oh, and sorry this got so godawful long. I don't usually write this much, so don't feel obligated to match! [html] Fennel "Peanut" Calendula was starting a new chapter in her life. Of course, she wouldn't be starting it alone. Clover, her longtime pony companion, was right here with her and would be for as long as they both remained alive. In fact, it was far more likely that Clover would find a new owner by the time Peanut was long gone. But that was depressing to think about, and Peanut had no intentions of leaving her pony behind. The hybrid had heard of a place called AniWaya, and from what she had heard, it seemed like a place where she would be well protected. She hadn't left him a single word, and every day she worried that he would come after her. Traveling along the northwestern coast, she eventually found her way to the break in the barbed-wire. Right where the other wanderer had said it would be. Glancing back past Clover, which had become quite a nervous habit for Clover, she assured herself that no, Tonic wasn't right behind her. Peanut had made much of the journey in her bipedal form, having preferred it for the last two years. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had been on all fours. Traveling constantly with Tonic and the two ponies had clearly made her forget a thing or two about how some others preferred to live. Clover carried most of the supplies, while Peanut kept the small leather satchel with her at all times. It contained very little, but was essential to her mental well being. Inside the worn leather pouch was flint, a couple of arrowheads, a small jade precious stone given to her by her mother and a few other knick-knacks she'd picked up along the way. Clover carried everything else, slung across his back in an old saddlebag she'd bought from a trader some time ago. It contained some sparse bedding, dried meat for snacking, a few books and the few clothes she wore when the weather grew colder. Not that she necessarily needed them, but there was something comforting about wrapping up in a wool blanket on a cold winter night. Not wanting to wimp-out on her decision, and knowing that Tonic could be as little as a few days behind her, Peanut lifted her chin and howled into the twilight sky. Once her voice had dissipated, she turned back to watch Clover contentedly munching on the grass. That alone brought a smile to her face. - Dawali Amara - 09-06-2010 [html]
- Fennel Calendula - 09-07-2010 [html] It didn't take long for the call to be answered, and although she was dreading the meeting slightly when she realized the one to greet her would be a male, his overtly friendly demeanor soothed her nerves for the time being. Patting Clover twice on the head (which he seemed none to pleased about), Peanut turned to the Chief who had extended a hand in greeting. She took it, shook once, and drew her arm back to herself. It was hard for her to not be terribly awkward, and she hoped that she wasn’t making a bad impression the first time around. "I am Fennel Calendula, though others tend to call me Peanut." It was a little bit goofy, but she didn't think she would ever rid herself of that nickname. "That's Clover. I hope he will not be a problem, as I wish to seek a home in AniWaya." Her voice was soft, but audible. She knew that coming across as weak would probably not bode well for her here or anywhere else. The various feathers and beads she had noticed right away, and wondered why he chose to wear them. Perhaps for the same reason she chose to carry around the jade stone her mother had given her—sentimental value. - Dawali Amara - 09-07-2010 [html]
- Fennel Calendula - 09-10-2010 [html] She hadn't expected Clover to be a problem, and she was glad to hear that the chief felt the same way. Peanut was ready for the questions that were going to be asked of her: why would anybody be willing to take her in, what value did she have compared to anybody else who came knocking on their metaphorical door. “I trained Clover myself to be both a pack pony and a ridable beast, though I rarely use him for the second. If any of your horses need guidance, I’d be more than happy to help train them. I also...” she trailed of, turning to rummage through one of Clover’s saddle bags before pulling out a handful of dried meat, which she offered to the chief. “...can make this, which will last for months if you keep it out of the heat and moisture.” While she had other abilities, she hesitated a moment before mentioning them, if only because she wasn’t quite as confident about them. “I know of archery, although I wouldn’t say I’m anything of an expert. I haven’t touched a bow in a few weeks; it was left at my former home.” It had always been Tonic’s bow, and she had no intention of making him any more angry that he already would be now that she’d left him. - Dawali Amara - 09-11-2010 [html]
- Fennel Calendula - 09-13-2010 Danke! [html] Glancing over her shoulder once more to check that Tonic wasn't on her tail, she returned her gaze to Dawali and nodded. "Sure," she replied to his offer. Peanut made no comment on what her primary task would be, if only because she hadn't fully decided on what she wanted to do here just yet. She would need to get settled in first, and then she could focus on deciding what she wanted to do. Not only that, but she still worried that Tonic might be tailing her, and it would be a few weeks before she could convince herself that he wasn't around every corner waiting for her. Picking up Clover's lead rope, she beckoned for him to follow Dawali and herself to the Village. Tonight would be spent trying to find a place to sleep (wherever that may be), and learn more about her new home. - Dawali Amara - 09-13-2010
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