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- Ink Trovato - 08-08-2012 [html] The previous day had been far more eventful than originally planned. While he'd spent the morning doing his usual thing, later that day he'd met a lady named Colibri Haki, who'd asked for his help hunting. He'd goofed up a few times at first but after some helpful tips and encouragement, he'd managed to actually make his first real kill. But that was a while ago, now. His stomach had long since started to cry out for more and he knew that soon, he'd have to find himself some food. It was as he left his house to do so and looked upon his friend's home across the way that he realized something- he hadn't hung out with Tem since the contrasting boy had recruited him. Curious to see if he'd join in the hunt, Ink trotted on down to his friend's front door and gave a quick rap of the knuckles, hoping he was home. As he waited there, he considered a few things. While he was hungry, he also had to go and see to Jericho later. The mare hadn't been let out of her stall yet today and she'd need the excersize. Perhapes that would come after a meal and he knew that Tem had a horse himself. Perhapes they could let the two out together, get them used to eachother and eventually go riding together. It'd be a great way to get to know his new friend better and a healthy interaction for the ever anti-social Jerri. He added that to his list of things to mention once Tem answered the door. .blue b {font-weight:bold; color:#a9e0e5;} .blue p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .blue {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#0f0e2d; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/RsVDS.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/Bujaa.png); background-position: center top, center bottom; background-repeat: no-repeat, no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; padding: 100px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#6e90b3; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-09-2012 [html]
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The day before had been a bit different from his usual roaming from Vinátta. Since his Uncles 'intervention' Temeraire had realised just how unprotected he was, but it hadn't managed to dampen his curiosity about the world outside of Vinátta. Instead, the previous day he'd sought his father out- who had been fairly preoccupied to say the least- to ask his permission to leave the packlands. It had taken the thrill out of it, but he understood a little more than he had how oblivious he had been. His uncle had been able to sneak up on him and 'attack' him with an ease that shook the boy, so it had been better than nothing to ask permission to leave than not at all. He was glad he had gone though- he'd met Lena and since returning to Vinátta the blind female had been running through his mind. She was fun and playful, but he couldn't help worrying about her safety and every time he found himself with these thoughts, he'd snorted and pushed them away. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Ink Trovato - 08-13-2012 [html] Word Count :: 202 Short. x: Ink startled big time when Teme appeared somewhere other than his doorway. He whirled to face him fully and grinned sheepishly. "Crafty! Where'd you even..." He looked around and noticed the still quivering branches above them. For a moment, he stared, then laughed. "So that's what it is! You're part squirrel!" He offered his contrasting friend a soft punch to the arm, his tone teasing. "Tem, you bring a whole new meaning to the term Tree Hugger, y'know that?" A moment later, he was done with teasing. He stepped back and cocked his hips out to the side, tilting his head. "Hey, listen, I was hoping you'd be free for a few hours. I'm going over to the stables to let Jerri out and wondered if you'd want to come too? We can introduce Jericho and Helexia to eachother and see how they click." He pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the general area of the stables, tail curled up behind him in controlled excitement for the idea. "Maybe go hunting later, see what we can bring back." He shrugged at the last part, not really looking forward to it as much as the horses thing- hunting wasn't his specialty. .inkcrow { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/SGYm2.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom center; background-color:#ffffff; width:480px; margin:0px auto; text-align: justify; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; color:#85939b; font-family:arial, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #000000; } .inkcrow b {color:#000000; } .inkcrow p { text-indent:20px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .inkcrow p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } </style> [/html] - Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-15-2012 [html]
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Keen blue eyes saw the slightest of jumps through the contrasting males body and allowed a playful snicker to escape him as his friend whirled around to face him, a grin on the males face. His words caused a deeper laugh from the boy at Ink's half asked question, before the swinging branch he'd dropped from was noted and his teasing increased. Yeah... I didn't know how to tell you any other way... He taunted back, before Ink's next words caused a amiable chuckle to escape him. They hug me back.... He tried for an innocent look but it quickly dissolved into a cackle of amusement at his friends teasing. He'd never had this kind of thing from Elias, but he found he quite liked the ribbing from his friend. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Ink Trovato - 08-15-2012 [html] Word Count :: 254 Trololol this post is bad. At Tem's mention of not riding yet, an idea springed to Ink's mind. "You can't ride?" He perked his ears as they started walking, hands slipping into his pockets casually. "Y'know, Jerri likes you. I'm sure she wouldn't mind you riding her. I could teach you so you're ready when Hex is old enough." There was still the matter of training the other boy's filly. A horse had to be taught how to give rides just as much as the rider being taught how to ride. Ink made a note to help his friend with that part later. He admitted his lack of hunting skills and Ink laughed. "We'll probably catch something between the two of us. I went hunting with someone the other day. She gave me some tips." He was sure they'd catch at least something, maybe. Then, it was a question of how he'd settled in so far. "Oh man!" He tossed his head back with a grin to end all grins. "It's great. I've met a few packmates. Andara, Niernan, went hunting with Colibri..." His grin only widened at the thought of his newest friends. Andara stood out amongst the rest- he planned on getting to know her better, in hopes of gaining her as a lasting friend like he had Tem. "Vinatta's awesome. I think I'ma be sticking around for a long, long time." His grin became a smirk as he reached an elbow out to nudge his friend's side. "Better get used to me now, eh?" .inkcrow { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/SGYm2.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom center; background-color:#ffffff; width:480px; margin:0px auto; text-align: justify; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; color:#85939b; font-family:arial, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #000000; } .inkcrow b {color:#000000; } .inkcrow p { text-indent:20px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .inkcrow p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } </style> [/html] - Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-16-2012 [html]
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Ink's question caused a swift shake of his head. He'd considered asking his father for lessons, but he could never quite find the right time to ask him and he always felt as if his father didn't really have enough time to help him properly. He listened, white rimmed ears flashing forward and a bright grin stretched his lips at his friends suggestion. He might not be able to ride Helexia for a long while, at the very least a year and that was a long time not to really know the ins and outs of riding. How was he supposed to teach Hex anything if he didn't know how to ride at all. It was a good idea, to say the least and Temeraire felt the eager nod of his head as he turned to look at him. You'd teach me to ride? That would be great! He exclaimed, white tipped tail swinging easily behind him as the pair walked towards the stables. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Ink Trovato - 08-21-2012 [html] Word Count :: 220 Hope the pp's okay. x: Ink couldn't help but laugh at his friend's antics, swinging from trees like a monkey or something, poking jokes in here and there. The rest of their conversation was stupid teenage boy stuff, really- nothing of great importance. The two boys made they way to the stables in good time. Ink led the way inside, heading straight for Jerri's stall. The mare lifted her head and whickered at him, as if to ask him what had taken him so long. Ink grinned. "A'ight girl, we've got some new plans for today. Tem needs some lessons and Hex could use a friend." He purred to her, reaching over to grab hold of her reigns and slipping them over and other her head just so. "You'll play nice, okay? I know we're all youngin's with no real manners, but you're the eldest here, so be a good example, okay?" The mare seemed to understand most of what he'd said. She nudged him with a good amount of force and he stumbled, laughing. "A'ight, enough of that! Let's get you saddled up, okay?" She made some more sounds but nothing worth mentioning, really. The boy shimmied into the stall and started working on her tack. "Hey Tem! C'mere." He waved his friend over, waiting until he came to do anything else. .inkcrow { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/SGYm2.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom center; background-color:#ffffff; width:480px; margin:0px auto; text-align: justify; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; color:#85939b; font-family:arial, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #000000; } .inkcrow b {color:#000000; } .inkcrow p { text-indent:20px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .inkcrow p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } </style> [/html] - Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-22-2012 [html]
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Despite his antics, the pair moved through Jordheim and north towards the stables with an ease and amiability that belied their brief time knowing each other. Despite the fact that Ink was a new addition in Tem's life, he felt as though he'd always been there and that they knew each other well despite actually knowing very little. They were similar in personality, that was for certain and despite their contrasting colouring, the pair suited well. The stables came into view and Tem couldn't help the vibration of excitement through his body. He understood that his dad was busy most of the time, but a riding lesson wouldn't have taken too long. He couldn't resent it though, his friend was going to teach him. Temeraire waited outside while Ink entered the stables. He could hear his friends words and chuckled softly to himself. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Ink Trovato - 08-22-2012 [html] Word Count :: 451 Buncha horse lingo. Ink grinned sheepishly as Tem came in to stand beside him. He held up the saddle, an item rarely used on Jerri now that they'd settled. Ink preferred bareback, though Jerri didn't care either way. "Alright, first lesson is tack. Riding comfortably is important for both rider and horse, so the right tack is equally important." He grinned moving the saddle onto the mare's back in a way that Tem could see what he was doing. "Always make sure, if you're using a saddle, that there's a saddle blanket underneath- otherwise, it's uncomfortable for the horse. The blanket keeps the saddle in place and helps protect the horse from chafing and sore spots." His lesson continued in much the same way. He explained each point as it came, from what parts of the saddle were used for what, and how to strap it properly to fit the horse's back comfortably. Comfort was a big deal with tack. He even showed Tem how to work the reigns and how to put it on. "Jericho's trained to recognise low speech above all else. Touch and sound, clicks and nudges." He explained as he led the mare out of her stall, finally. "Go bring Hex out. We'll set her up with a lead and bring her with us as you ride. It'll get her used to the idea and give her some good excersize." He moved to stop at Hex's stall and reached into the empty one beside it, pulling out a length of rope. "Bring her over and I'll set her up with a halter. It'll get her used to wearing headgear and I'll lead her while you ride." He grinned, already working the rope into a make-shift halter for the filly. "A halter's also called a head collar. It's for leading and tieing horses, not for riding." He'd point out Jerri's headgear, which was made custom for her out of leather and rabbit fur. "Jericho's actually wearing a Bridle, or more specifically, a Hackamore. A bitless one, cause she's never liked bits." He'd reach a hand up and prop his mare's mouth open to show off the lack of bit. "There're plenty of different kinds of tack. Finding what's comfortable and suited to your riding style isn't too hard, but it's important to know what works early on. Jericho's been trained for long rides and heavy loads, so the less stress she's under, the better she is." The boy was rambling now, enjoying being able to teach about this kind of thing. He'd let Tem speak whenever, though, finally quieting down once he'd explained the difference between the halter he'd tied for Hex and the Hackamore Bridle Jericho wore. .inkcrow { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/SGYm2.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: bottom center; background-color:#ffffff; width:480px; margin:0px auto; text-align: justify; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; color:#85939b; font-family:arial, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #000000; } .inkcrow b {color:#000000; } .inkcrow p { text-indent:20px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .inkcrow p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } </style> [/html] - Temeraire Stormbringer - 08-23-2012 [html]
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The piece of equipment upheld by his contrasting friend caused a furrow of the males eyebrows for a moment before the now comforting sound of the Trovato's voice sounded. White rimmed ears flickered forward as he listened to his friend stressing the importance of making the horse comfortable. The word 'tack' was a foreign one to him, but he immediately attached it to the piece of equipment in Ink's hand, and the headpiece encasing Jericho's face. Stepping forward, an avidly interested student, Temeraire watched as Ink explained about saddle blankets. So that explained about the piece of equipment- now identified as a 'saddle'. Like a sponge, the boy absorbed the information, storing everything that was offered with an interested look on his face and a small smile on his lips. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |