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Anyone welcome. Ever isn’t much of a trespasser, but she doesn’t know 
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The morning was so cold that Ever’s breath turned to clouds from her mouth. She had pulled a dark sweater over her head that had hung on a hook in the back of the stables and groomed the horses in the pale sunlight of the sunrise. Heath had already fed the lot earlier so Ever decided to take Saphraine out. The stallion and the wolf hadn’t spent much time together since the girl and Ezra had been discovered by Vigilante. They had been together so much that the girl had ignored her duties. But today was about her Haflinger.
Ever stared at her reflection in one of the scarce puddles that dotted the ground. The hills were covered in mist that made them dangerous to ride into. Black hand stroked the wild equine’s soft white mane as the youth contemplated where to travel. Her stomach twisted at the thought of being high upon her stallion again. Saphraine still had the luscious flame of a wild spirit which Ever chose to remain lit. But a small voice in her head reminded her that he would be leaving soon. The stallion was more than a companion, he was a best friend and a guardian but when winter set in too strong he would leave his Luperci to go into Cour des Miracles hills where he sheltered out of the cold. There was only a small chance that he would decide not to leave.
A shudder escaped the girl, her breath clouding the air again before dissolving into the atmosphere. She gripped the Haflingers mane a little harder with both hands before hoisting herself upon his flank and up onto his back. The stallion let out a sigh of contentment and gave a small excitable buck. He shivered against her touch, like electricity was sparking underneath his skin. Her bare heels tapped his barrel lightly and he took off in a gentle splash, hooves skimmed another puddle.
They rode as one in a straight line across the rolling plains of Miracles territory. Ever wasn’t sure how far they had gone, until the familiar oaks and willows of her home merged into small shallow clusters of forests and lush meadows. She had not traveled in this area much, but she urged her companion on and he thundered past the forests with an affectionate nicker. The thin gray line of the coast was coming up fast.
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OOC: yes he is a very very angry wolf, may have to work him a little before he calms down.
Shawchert wasn’t in a happy mood right now, he had stubbed his toe while finishing up the last bit of wall from his house, and now it just hurt bad. He was in quite a grumpy mood, and what’s worse, he saw a horse… well he didn’t care much about the horse being in his territory as he was about the woman on the horse. Could she not smell the pack? Were his markings not strong enough to scent out? Was he just not smelly enough to shove people away from a territory? He had to change into his Halfling form to chase her down. Once he got close enough his voice boomed loudly.
You are trespassing on pack territory, I really hope you have a good excuse as to why you are.
His voice boomed to her, his own eyes were angry, he was pretty much been spit on for the second time, why did people do this? It annoyed him to no end, did they think that they all could get away with just coming to his land unexpected? He knew they were new, but it’d been half a month since they really settled in and the scent markers were quite clear now. Shawchert was welcome for others to come into his territory… but not without permission.
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She had to admit she hadn’t expected to see another wolf in these parts. So when a deep voice froze her inside out, Ever couldn’t help becoming anxious. Her body twisted in the direction where the voice came, her stallion slipping on the damp grass and turning with her. A blast of salty air whipped her hair back as she spun, spiced deeply with the scent of the ocean still just a line on the horizon.
What the silver girl saw was unfamiliar. She had never met the strange coated male. He smelled odd, something sweet and sticky like hot sap of a pine tree. Saphraine let out a quiet whinny of protest as she pulled him to a halt. The leader’s words hit her like a shot. Tresspasser? Never.
“I am truly sorry, sir.”
Ever said, bowing awkwardly atop her equine. Her posture instantly shifted from excited and daring to quiet and reserved. She kept her colorless, ocean hued eyes down, and her hands tucked before her stomach instead of entwined in Saphraine’s white silk of a mane. Daring another look around, there was hardly anything different here since the last time, long ago, she had ventured out this far. The distant smell of the sea had faded into the sap smell of this ‘pack’ the leader had stated.
“You speak of a pack, I understand? I had not heard of anything of the sort around here.”
She kept her voice steady enough to be trusted but not a threat. There was nothing she could do if the leader decided to attack for her mistake. By now, her heels itched to be dug into Haflinger and back into Miracles. Surely, Vigilante would hear about this mishap soon.
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+3 OOC: it’s all shaw talking kaayy? ^^
the wolf on top of the unicorn seemed scared, and soon took a more submissive stance, though she stayed on the unicorn, he was still frowning, his bad mood had become worse knowing there was someone in his territory that did not even ask, that did not use her nose.
Yes this is my territory, Cercatori d’Arte, it is newly established, but I painstakingly made it clear at the borders it was claimed.
Shawchert was not normally a mean wolf, but with the throbbing of his toe and other little things, he was outright unhappy. He wasn’t sure what he’d do with her yet, she was showing submission, if anything he’d escort her to the borders then let her be on her way. He knew he wasn’t going to attack her, that was way out of his character and she was showing the proper submissive acts.
If you tried to use your nose, you’d smell the scent as clear as day.
Shawchert said, he felt out of place scolding yet another person, she was in fact at a young age as well as the last one that had come trudging in without an invitation. It did annoy Shaw, though as he thought about it, that this place had once been laid unclaimed his anger dissipated. Though to an extent.
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Of course! Maybe set the trouble maker to work? xD
Her coal white nose twitched at the end of her auburn dusted muzzle. A snarl arouse in her throat, vibrating until she forced herself to remain quiet. She put on her expressionless mask, well practiced, and blinked. It was hard to believe the man had commented and even insulted her wild instincts, but she had to admit she had exposed herself to be criticized.
The motley hybrid was disturbed by coming as close as she did to anger.
“I apologize again for passing over your borders. I will leave immediately.”
Ever paused, thinking about Miracles. She didn’t want to get them into a feud with the neighboring pack, especially so close now that she knew their location.
“Is there anything I can do to aid you? "
The female chose her words carefully, eyeing the leader with ocean irises. She needed to assure him that her offer didn’t mean she thought they we’re weak. Vigilante would surely be unhappy at this mistake and the silver youth needed to at least try to make the intrude a little looser.
A sappy smell was clear now that the wind filled with salt had calmed down to a delicate whisper. The scent went to memory. Ever wouldn’t make this mistake again. She had been with her mate so much that she had not listened to what the foreigners and pack mates were saying. It seemed forever since she met the last loner, her kin, at the borders or discussed gossip with a traveler.
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+3 OOC:
as his bad mood was ebbing away with the pain in his foot he was feeling less angry as well, though he would not technically forgive the young female for her mishap, going so far into his own territory had put a damper on his pride. At her offer to help him he shook his head.
Thank you for the offer, but what needs to be done here, is… will take quite some time, time I don’t have to watch over you for, but I’m sure.
He thought about why she’d offered him her services, and knew that what she did would probably make the two packs slightly more unhappy with each other, but having met a pack wizard from there before, as well as having one of their older members who had a brother in that pack, he wasn’t about to make that big of a deal out of it. Wolves had to learn and if he found her trespassing again, knowing there was a pack there, he’d surely chase her out, and would inform the leader of the miracles pack. He doubted she’d make the same mistake again from the way she looked, and that she was also thinking about the future, he was sure that she’d visit with a howl next time.
A mistake it must have been and I won’t put it against you too much, I’ll escort you out of the lands itself.
He was in no hurry to get her out though he was still a little edgy about how far she’d come, he turned and shifted to his Optime form, though he normally did this in private he wasn’t about to leave her sight so that he could feel more comfortable. He stood waiting for her to move the unicorn, so that he could escort her over to the borders and be on her way.
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What the leader said stung, but the girl kept her face neutral as she nodded and allowed him to lead her out. He must think of her as a kid, Ever assumed a little heartbroken. It makes sense, mind she didn’t know this was already taken territory. The soft clicks of Saphraine’s hooves on the sparse stones calmed her mood and she dug her hands as deep as she could in the warn pockets of her jacket dress.
Ever wiggled her fingers inside the close stitched fabric and marveled again how fine it was having them. She couldn’t believe almost a year of her life had been suffered through with paws. But something close behind the warm feeling of satisfactory burned with pain. Her love, her soul mate, would never experience the feeling. He didn’t even give it a chance.
Lost in off topic memories, the motley female moved along with the rhythm of her companions gait. She unconsciously took her hands out of the pockets and pulled the turtleneck collar farther up, closer to her white cheeks. The cold was not letting off and winter was approaching fast. She would be all alone soon. A hand gently struck the side of the gold stallion's neck while he walked.
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+3 OOC: grrr don't like mean shaw, well maybe next time you come around he'll be more friendly <3!!!!!
Shawchert had no idea what Ever was thinking of nor did he care much right now, he did hope she was thinking of a better way to introduce herself, and hopefully the next time she visited she’d come as a welcome guest and not a trespasser. They walked in silence for a while her trailing behind with her horse, listening to the odd footsteps of the animal. Shawchert couldn’t be angry for long, especially when the first of his anger was at something that was not the trespasser herself, and she was young… so those had factors in his own thoughts, soon though they were at the border of his lands and he turned to the young woman.
I hope the next time we meet, it will be on better terms, I do hope you forgive my anger, but I’ve been having problems with trespassers as of late.
His voice was calm and neutral, as he stared at her face, a sign of his rank in his pack, once she left his lands she’s be more or less an equal to him if he left them… and if he’d entered her lands he would be merely a guest, though he still attained some of his alpha respect, it didn’t mean much in another’s pack though. He hoped she didn’t have horribly hard feelings toward him, but he could understand why she would.
Maybe some other time you can make up your mistake to us, I do hope you get home safe.
He did not move as he said his farewells, however, he stood there waiting for her to take her leave. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, it was that he wanted to make sure she was on her way in the right direction… that she knew he was serious that he wouldn’t allow her to come within his lands again without permission.
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Sorry for the wait and the short post. End here? Or another post is fine.
Ever moved along behind the leader, slowly becoming more awake as the smell of neutral land swept across her snout. Saphraine stopped when the male stopped, a few hoof beats away from the border. The sea line faded behind the clumps of forest and grayed in the cold clouds.
After pulling her maroon shirt dress farther down her thighs and adjusting the collar, Ever turned to say her farewells to the Capitano.
“I understand, I will help to the best of my abilities outside your ranks. If you come around, ask for Ever. I will be glad to escort you out of my territory next time. ”
The silver girl said, her voice sparkling with humor. She flashed him a shy, gentle smile before the Haflinger tore into a flat gallop. Her black heels barely pressed into his barrel before he skipped the trot and took off. They splashed through a drying puddle and Ever scrabbled for a better hold of his silk of a mane. She couldn’t wait to get home.
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