a brisk morning walk - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: a brisk morning walk (/showthread.php?tid=14316) |
||
- Princess Chance - 01-07-2011 [html]
- Ever Mayawyn - 01-11-2011 [html] Hello :]
The air was cold like most January mornings. Ever had hiked out to the stables again, following her imaginary trail of routine through the woods from her and her mate’s shack on the seaside. Since Heath had disappeared with Ruri and their young pups, the young girl was working harder than before on her duties with the horses. Not to mention the absence of a friend alongside her in the chilled barn.
Annan had long gone since the earliest of the morning. She much appreciated the golden woman’s help she was offering every now and then, but it was labeled as Ever’s job now and she intended to stick to the rules. Her nostrils flared against the smell of grain in the tub as it attacked the air around her after she clawed the lid off. Black fingers ran lovingly through the pellets of oats and sweet scented honey. Pulling a cup off the shelf Ever scooped a couple amounts into each of the buckets in the horses stalls accompanied by a few flakes of hay. The familiarity of the actions made the silver girl bored.
While rearranging some grooming combs on the shelf in the small room, movement caught her eyes outside the door. Saphraine made gentle stirring sounds from inside one the open stalls near the end, but loud enough for Ever to notice his chewing had stopped. She didn’t have to look to know his head was drawn towards the outdoors. Ocean hued eyes turned to find a delicate silhouette steadily making its way along the territory. After a moment of watching Ever realized they were coming towards the stables. She couldn’t tell who it was, but whoever could come as they please.
Ever went back to sorting brushes into buckets until her absence of work silenced her busy hands. She sighed, breath turning into fog twisting from her muzzle. The newest looking bucket was already in her hands as she headed for one of the last stalls.
He stood the calmest of all the horses in the stables. White mane shifted when he lifted his head to greet his companion, letting out a nicker much to warm to be placed into the cold air. Ever placed her hands on the side of his face and rubbed away the cold from his golden fur. Without a word, the stallion slipped out of the stall beside the wolf-girl and stopped near the center of the aisle. He allowed her to run a brush through his silk. And she continued to do so, her mind wandering to thoughts that only let her subconscious continue brushing. .melissabutterfly-text {padding:0px 25px;} .melissabutterfly p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:15px; margin:5px;} .melissabutterfly b {color:#1f253b; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; } .melissabutterfly {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#474759; background-image:url(http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/8900/souls63.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:6px 0px 280px 0px; font-family: 'cambria', cambria, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8b899f; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:3px double #000000;} </style> [/html] - Princess Chance - 01-22-2011 [html]
- Ever Mayawyn - 01-22-2011 [html] 381
Long strokes of the brush removed the little bit of dust that had settled on Saphraine’s golden coat. She could hear him breathing. Steadily, an in and out rhythm that brought the girl slowly back into consciousness. Her black hands fingered the rough surface of the comb she held before trading it for a softer one. It lingered in all of the curves of the stallion’s muscles and left a gleaming stream behind it.
It was hard to focus on the more delicate things like how Saphraine’s white locks had flecks of pale grass intertwined and how his dark chocolate eye’s barely flickered from his enjoyment. She pushed away all of her other blurry, confused thoughts and strained to look at the details. But Ever was still shallowly focused when the woman walked in.
Both Ever and the stallion had heard Princess approaching when she was nearly to the large, stable door. Her gait was slow, unpracticed, and drawn on into long strides. She appeared inside the natural lit barn with an expected look on her face at first, which slowly faded into a pleased expression. Even out of the corner of her eye, Ever recognized the petite woman before she spoke.
“Good morning, Princess!”
It was true. The Knight used to come often but not recently. Ever wondered if it was because of the absence of Heath. But she couldn’t think long. Back to brushing as a breeze of thoughts brought on by Princess’s pregnancy made the stalls sway. She hid her sudden vertigo by looking at the other end of the stable until the ground settled under her again. The girl really did want to hear all about anything the caramel woman wanted to say. An avid listener, she was, even if she struggled underneath. .melissabutterfly-text {padding:0px 25px;} .melissabutterfly p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:15px; margin:5px;} .melissabutterfly b {color:#1f253b; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; } .melissabutterfly {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#474759; background-image:url(http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/8900/souls63.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:6px 0px 280px 0px; font-family: 'cambria', cambria, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8b899f; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:3px double #000000;} </style> [/html] |