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- Alder - 12-13-2011 [html]Shattered Coast, for Wayne [/html] - Wayne McCoy - 12-17-2011 [html] Wayne McCoy
Word Count: 334 Sorry for the wait and the cruddy post!
There was much to be done around Casa di Cavalieri, as the pack still worked on renovating Kingsbury Village. Because winter was already here, much of that construction would be halted or slowed down, but at least the pack had meat stored so that more time could be spent doing these duties instead of hunting. And there was plenty to be done; while Wayne had feared being bored since Dixie left, he had plenty of responsibilities to choose from. Today he was exercising one of the newest horses: Buckeye, an apparent gift from Cour des Miracles to the guardian pack. The wolfdog had been both excited and concerned when the two horses arrived, as both Anann’s and the Texan’s animals were difficult enough to look over while the pack was still so small. However, Wayne wanted to make sure he knew all the animals under their care and took as much time as he could with each of them. Riding the light bay stallion, the man headed into neutral coastal territory to have more room—and to be alone. He sought privacy more and more since Dixie had run off without a word, both to attempt to swallow his frustrations toward the girl and to escape the unfamiliar faces surrounding him in Casa. It was the opposite of how he should behave, he knew, as he would never get to know the pack by avoiding all of them, but after traveling as a loner for so many seasons—it was hard to adjust. He took comfort only in the feel of the horse underneath him as he let Buckeye decide where to trot to.
Perhaps it wasn’t a coincidence that the older steed headed toward Cour des Miracles territory. Regardless, Wayne was surprised when he could smell another horse and wolf ahead. Murmuring to the stallion to slow him down, he dismounted and grabbed the reins, waiting for the other to approach—but damn was that black horse the stranger had with him gorgeous. template by revo. <3
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The luperci shape detached from the dark horse one, and Wayne noticed Buckeye swivel his ears forward in keen interest. When the bay stallion nickered to the approaching wolf in familiar greeting, the cowboy smirked faintly and patted his shoulder before looking to the other young man. The wolf was large and broad-shouldered and about the same age as the mongrel. Interestingly, there was a dark mask over his eyes like that of a raccoon, a unique characteristic but one that did not detract from the friendliness of his cobalt eyes. Wayne only nodded in response to the question, deciding from scent and the demeanor of the horse that this was a Court member. Despite his quietness, however, the Fedele did not appear unfriendly; he simply wasn’t used to chatting with others as easily as Dixie might have in this situation. His fingers slowly loosened their grip on the reins again though he placed a hand on the horse’s shoulder.
“Name’s Wayne,” the Labrador mix replied, smiling lightly. And then, a pretty obvious statement: “Buckeye seems to know you.” Not hiding his interest in the dark stallion any longer, he asked with a broadening smile, “Who’s your friend over there? He looks beautiful.” Even though he might appear gruff and silent around other canines, when horses were around, his warm nature was brought out. template by revo. <3
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It was strange to think of an animal under his care as formerly belonging to someone else. Wayne watched the interaction between horse and wolf carefully, noting the way that Alder scratched the stallion’s nose and the good response given for it. Even though the gifts from Cour des Miracles had been living in the new pack for a while, he hadn’t gotten a very good chance to work with them, as wrapped up as he’d been lately with the hunting event and picking up Dixie’s slack after she’d gone away. The faintest stirrings of jealousy rose up in him as he watched Buckeye for a moment, but then the name of the mysterious, lovely horse was given and Hawthorn stepped up to him. Wayne laughed. “A horse like this deserves his ego,” he remarked as he accepted the nuzzling, reaching up to rub the sides of his face and his neck. He breathed softly against the stallion’s nose then turned to glance at Alder again, his demeanor warmed by the interaction with the equines.
“I should really thank you for givin’ Buckeye and Tupelo to us,” the Labrador mix said earnestly. “They’re great horses… I’m sure part of the reason for that is their company in the Court.” He flashed Alder a rare grin then went onto ask, “How is everything in your pack, anyway?” template by revo. <3
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Wayne grinned at the proud stallion. When he was younger, the various personalities of horses had never ceased to amaze him—though he knew now their uniqueness wasn’t much unlike what made two canines different. Still, the horses with flamboyant personalities always charmed him the most, even if he loved the laidback and gentle Fern. They certainly grabbed one’s attention, as Hawthorn hoped to do—though the dark Shire horse didn’t seem like an overly prideful creature, not one prone to bully others for his place. He’d seen such dominance in other animals before, ones who’d forced themselves to the top of the herd, but looking into Hawthorn’s dark eyes, the man could see he was a kind soul. He nodded as Alder explained his ties with the Luna. Thinking of his leaders coming from other packs was odd for the cowboy, too, especially because much of the pack was made up of former loners. He knew that both packs had been involved in the conflict that had prompted the warrior pack’s inception, though. It must have been hard to leave. “I’ll admit I don’t talk to Jazper or Anann enough to hear about where they came from,” Wayne murmured. “Though I don’t talk to anyone much.” It didn’t mean that he didn’t do his job or check in with them, for the southern male was hardworking, but idle chitchat had always seemed forced and awkward at first unless it was with Dixie. At least he had enough things in common with this young masked male that he didn’t feel that distant.
Alder asked about clearing the pack grounds, and Wayne nodded with a small smile. “We made some progress—though much of our energy has gone into huntin’ these past coupla weeks. Might have to halt workin’ until the snow passes, though.” The last thing he wanted was a snowstorm destroying the stables and other buildings that would eventually put up. template by revo. <3
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[Wrap-up? It's been taking me far too long to reply to this thread, haha.]
The quiet that fell between the two males was comfortable; neither was particularly talkative, and so Wayne was content to let the silence pass as he looked over the dark Shire horse with affectionate envy and brushed his fingers mechanically through Buckeye's mane when the stallion nudged against him. His mind drifted from their discussion to images of the stables and pens that would be constructed for the horses, and then to images of the herd that would form as Casa di Cavalieri's numbers grew. Many were in the condition to breed again, and there was always the possibility of capturing feral horses in the area. Perhaps the native equines wouldn't suit the pack's needs, but escaped stock from traders and other packs might provide good bodies to break and train.
The sudden outburst from the dark-masked young wolf surprised Wayne, who looked the other over in a mixture of confusion and interest. He could understand the need; Fern was, luckily, a large mare and wasn't hurt under the tall Labrador's weight. But he wasn't sure what he could do for Alder personally; he was still very new to Nova Scotia compared to most of the peninsula's inhabitants, and despite his dreams of capturing the horses that roamed the lands, he wasn't traveling through familiar territory gazing wistfully after mustangs anymore.
"I'll let ya know," Wayne said, forcing a smile. "I have myself a good, strong mare -- Fern. She's recently had a colt, but if we can breed her to a big ol' stallion..." He remembered Gypsy suddenly, knocked up by Saul's stud in Ichika no Ho-en, and his heart ached for the paint mare who'd helped save her companions from a mountain lion early in their time in Nova Scotia. But they had a home now, a place for Fern to be and to care for her future foals. "We can keep in touch," the man finished, realizing that he'd trailed off into his thoughts once again. "Casa and the Court 'll have herds to die for."
And then he fell into awkward silence. He didn't know what else to say or do, though he had the urge to shake hands with Alder and make this partnership of sorts official. If only the two horse-lovers hadn't been so quiet -- but ceaseless babbling alone didn't make friends.
"Should probably head back," Wayne mumbled, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the warrior pack's lands. He broke out into a grin and reached over to give the wolf a gentle thump on the shoulder. "Like I said, friend, we'll keep in touch. You did Casa a real favor bringin' in new blood, and I'm a man who likes to return favors." template by revo. <3
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