The man was determeined that this night would be the night that he finally got to relax. He had enough whiskey to knock himself out several tens of times over and he was planning on cracking into some of the golden goodies. but first he had one last thing to attend to and then he was finished for the day, if the man had kept time by the human standard of hours he would have known it was around 2pm, as it was he knew it was sometime in the afternoon. He dutifully made his way back towards his own home with the large golden stallion following in his wake. He had hold of the male's halter so that he could not wander off.
JagerMeister was his name and the golden male was far from the gentle and sweet mare that he had brought back for Shiloh. He snorted, he pawed at the ground and tossed his head high, every now and again he would jump forwards a little and the Austral man had to put him in his place. Nostrils flared but the male knew when he was bested by a superior and calmed down ever so slightly. Blue eyes the color of pure lake water stared at the world around him with an almost angry gaze, this horse had an excess of personality and it would be a test of how well he had taught Saxif for her to handle him correctly.
As the man reached his house he tied the horse to the piece of fencing he had staked into the ground specifically for roping up horses. He could smell the scent of the first of his house guests, fresh and strong so she had come by not too long ago, he hoped she was still inside and he could get two jobs over at once. He stepped into his and Analise's room and picked up his satchel full of booze and precooked hare, and then knocked on the door to Saxif's room,
"Senorita? Are you being in? I have something for you."
The young huntress rocked in her hammock skillfully playing with the skinning knife she had been practicing with. She spun it around her hand catching the handle as it returned around. A smile had drawn upon her face; it had been a change from the past weeks since returning to AniWaya. She had been troubled and even depressed. Her way of coping with the feelings she was sure were brought on by the misfortune of Shiloh was to train. Her skills as a hunter had greatly improved; putting her into a level she hoped her teacher would be proud of. The smile that had graced her face though was of the past week. Shiloh and herself had been spending more time together and it had made her feel extremely good. A knock at her door had caused her to drop her knife causing a surprised yelp as it narrowly missed her foot.
Leon had asked if she was home. She hadn’t been speaking much with the tall male who had taken her in those months ago since she arrived. In that moment she just realized how little they had really spoken. She was getting along greatly with Analise so she found herself speaking with the female more often. She felt guilty for that fact, but hoped he didn’t mind so much. She opened the door and craned her neck up as she had to when in his presence. Yes I am home. She smiled brightly. The sense of shyness around him she had not felt in a while returning to her as though her good mood was bringing her back to her usual tendencies. What do have for me? Her tail wagged slightly at the prospect of a gift.
The yelp from within the room caused him to frown, had she hurt herself somehow being surprised by his voice, the thought made him feel a little bit guilty. The door in front of him opened and he was faced with the small golden female who looked to be alright and unharmed still he felt the need to apologise,
"Ahh, apologies for startling you." Her bright smile went some of the way towards making him feel better. He was glad he had invited Saxif to come and stay within his house as it gave Analise someone else to talk to and get to know besides himself which made him happy, his daugh5ter needed to hang about with other people other than her old man. He chuckled at her enthusiasm for her gift and gestured for her to follow him.
He lead her out into the small living room/entrance and then out into the sunlight where the sandy male horse was waiting for them. Blue eyes blazed thier displeasure at being left tied up to a post and he snorted loudly,
"This is JagerMeister, his name means MasterHunter in German. He is for you."
Saxif followed the tall male just outside the home. It was hard to miss the large horse that resembled her fur tone. His blue eyes looked at her with a fierce suspicion. She smiled at it thinking he looked amazing and big. When Leon exclaimed that JagerMeister was hers she tingled with excitement. Really?! Wow Leon this is a great gift thank you. She couldn’t resist jumping up and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She wasn’t usually one to being so close to anyone other than Shiloh so the hug was slightly awkward. She released immediately and put her hands behind her back slightly embarrassed at her response from the excitement.
She looked back at Jager. How do I approach him, he seems… She couldn’t think of a word to describe him so all that came out was. Big She chuckled lightly. She remembered how her first day on a horse had been a complete disaster. With Leon’s help she had advanced quite well. This large brute of a horse didn’t have her worried at all; it would just be a matter of teaching him that she was boss. He shook his large mane as she watched him quite excited to get her first ride atop the beast.
She looked up at Leon noticing then how exhausted and disheveled he seemed. How are you Leon? The smell of his spirits already upon him. She wondered if his trip had been a stressful event or if something had happened in recent days. She faced the tall brown male already distracted from the horse as her worry for her friend became the more important matter in that moment. You look as though you haven’t been sleeping well. She wasn’t usually intuitive to other people’s feelings but the look about Leon was definitely different. She smiled warmly at him as an invitation that she could be confided in. Though she was still quite young she had grown considerably in the past month. Both physically and emotionally, the huntress was truly becoming an adult.
Her reaction to her gift made him smile, he was glad that she liked the stallion and happy that her fear of horses and riding had dissipated with their lessons and training, the Spanish man was glad she had learnt well and taken to it with enthusiasm, his tail wagged slightly in his happiness that she liked her gift. He chuckled as she jumped up to give him a hug, hugging the small female back. Her embarrassed response only served to make him laugh more, her awkwardness amusing her but he understood if she did not want to touch people. As they neared the horse tugged back on the rope and snorted again.
"You approach him like this." With a quick move of his body, he had grabbed hold of the stallions reigns and pulled him closer to the pair, and untied the rope from the post. As soon as the Spaniard demonstrated that he would not be messed about the stallion calmed down considerably, losing some of his fiery attitude. He then handed the reigns to her to see how the horse would react to change in leadership. Meanwhile the man rubbed his sleep deprived face and rolled his shoulders, listening to the joints pop and crack with the movement.
He attempted a smile at the female as she asked him how he was, "I have been better Senorita, traveling alone did not agree with me this time." As she looked at him the man seemed to visibly wilt before her eyes, his tail and ears falling limp, her smile however was returned and he patted her on the shoulder in a friendly manner,
"I have been making sure all the animals are settling in into their new home, and my body chooses this time to develop insomnia." He looked at her closely, he could see she had changed since he had met her a while ago and he was surprised by how much in the short amount of time. He began to wonder if Analise would start to grow as fast as Saxif did when she hit this age, the thought worried him slightly and he realsied he wasn't ready for his daughter to grow up so soon.
"I am going to go down to the river and drink a little, try to de-stress." He raised the shoulder carrying the satchels and the bottles clinked together inside of it. "You are welcome to join me if you are wishing." It would be relatively easy to stable JagerMeister. He had no objection to the female joining in his small party. And honestly he thought it would be better for her to experience her first tastes of alcohol with someone she knew she could trust and would be safe with rather than some random male she came across which could equal disaster for the young woman in the way that Shiloh had suffered if the male turned out to be less than noble. The thought of it reminded him that Shiloh's rapist still hadn't been brought to the justice he deserved.
Saxif had watched Leon with a reverent intent to absorb his strong will that he used for JagerMeister. When the reigns were passed to her the blue eyed beast attempted to protest but she pulled on them, eyeing the brute like she would an opponent in battle. She won the mental struggle and it would be the common for each time after that moment. She did not care to gain a pet, she was his master and he would just have to obey. The broken but strong horse would be a great addition to the huntress’s image and eventually she would love him for his brash harshness. He was her perfect horse she had thought.
Saxif’s smile as the wolf male answered her question grew as he seemed to confide in her somewhat. Even more so when he offered to share his spirits, he had not done so in the past and figured he must consider her grown now. Her tail wagged lightly again. Really? I would love to. She went next to the large brute of a horse and put her hands against his back. He was tall so when she mounted him she had to do it with a bit of a jump. An easy task for her well trained muscles. She quickly settled the beast to bare her weight and looked down at Leon. Something she found somewhat pleasing for once.
Shall we? She smiled brightly proud of her will over Jager. Her excitement also building as she had not felt the affects of alcohol in the past, it was an experience she was hoping to enjoy. Sharing that moment with Leon she expected would mean more to her than with any stranger. She had a great respect for the horse caregiver and the father of Analise. To get to know him in this state would be an honor to her.
He smiled approvingly as Saxif showed her dominance over the troublesome and headstrong male with relative ease and he knew that the question of who was in charge would never be left in the unknown again, although just because he was accepting of her leadership did not mean he would give Saxif an easy time of trying to lead him where she wanted. He recalled fondly how long it had taken for his older litter brother Arena to tame his fierce and wild stallion, Strength. That hulking beast of a male had made JagerMeister look like a pushover. And the Austral man himself had learned a lot about dealing with unpredictable horses watching and helping Arena. When he had left, Strength had been one of the best trained horses he knew and probably the pair had only improved since his leaving.
"Si, I would not ask if i was not sure or did not mean it." He grinned and winked playfully at her, watching with a sense of pride as she pulled herself up onto the tall male with relative ease, a far cry from her first experience riding a horse where she had let go and slid off of Faith's back onto the ground. He moved out of the way so she had room to maneuver the stubborn stallion, even as tall as he was the horse was still a bit shorter than Faith was and such his head was lower than León's by a couple of inches. Both of thier golden fur went together well, the woman would be able to almost blend into her horse if she so desired.
"Si, let us get him to the stables and he can work out his place in the AniWaya herd." The man started forwards in the direction of the stables, hearing the clip clop of hooves and Jager began to follow him at Saxif's direction.
Shall we? She smiled brightly proud of her will over Jager. Her excitement also building as she had not felt the affects of alcohol in the past, it was an experience she was hoping to enjoy. Sharing that moment with Leon she expected would mean more to her than with any stranger. She had a great respect for the horse caregiver and the father of Analise. To get to know him in this state would be an honor to her.
After a slightly troublesome ride to the stables Jager was settled in for the night. She wondered how he had been getting along with the other horses. She always enjoyed watching Leon’s handle on horses, so firm and caring at the same time. The huntress leaned against one of the stable doors as Leon comforted Jager. She admired his dual tones and white irises as he glanced at her watching him. She felt her cheeks heat and was quick to push off the wall and walk toward the exit.
When they had arrived at the riverbank Saxif was quick to sit at the edge with her feet in the water. She loved water even though she had nearly drowned as a pup, that didn’t deter her from it. She watched her toes wiggle within. We should take a dip later. She nodded as though it was a certainty, she looked back at Leon who was settling himself not far from her. She didn’t know what this night would entail but it would be an experience she wouldn’t forget, she was sure.
I think I shall celebrate my new friendships. That’s what you do sometimes when you drink isn’t it? Celebrate something. She had been getting along so well with Shiloh lately. It was almost a confusing friendship, on that often left her feeling hot and strange. She wondered what it meant. Then there was Luna and Ibycus. Ibycus was a new friend, one she hoped to see again one day. Then there was Leon, his invitation tonight. She knew she had tons to celebrate.
He moved close to the black mare and rubbed her velvety nose fondly while Saxif stabled her own golden beast. Faith watched the new arrival warily, a new male might cause problems. She snorted and huffed, nodding her head up and down a few times, conveying to JagerMeister that this was her herd and that she would not tolerate any funny business or trouble causing. The nodding was accompanied by pawing at the ground with a hoof and an almost wolf like raise of her lips to bare teeth. She stood several inches taller than him and so would have no problems bringing him to his knees if it was needed.
The Austral man was amused by all the goings on and walked over to the sun kissed stallion, petting his forehead with a comforting hand until he felt the prickle of someone watching him, the small hairs at the back of his neck raised and he turned to catch Saxif staring at him, his amusement only grew as she looked away hurriedly and exited the stables. He chuckled to himself as he followed with his satchel still hanging from his shoulder. The journey to the river was quick and quiet as day slowly faded to night and a whole slew of nocturnal creatures woke up for a night of foraging, whether it be hunter or the hunted.
As the golden she-wolf sat herself down and dipped her toes into the cool water, León stretched himself out, pulling his hands behind his head and putting pressure on his spine until the vertebrae clicked one by one all the way down. With a loud sigh he moved to sit down beside her, swinging his own long legs into the river with a splash that showered both of them with droplets. The act brought another chuckle from his maw,
"We could do, the night is warm and I feel no bad weather coming." White eyes were half lidded as the man yawned, his body was tired but his mind was alive, his soul's vibrancy burning out through the headlamp beams. The man held a lust for life that betrayed his relative youth despite his courteous ways and soft tones, becoming a single father had forced him to grow up a lot faster than he had thought he would. As she spoke of celebrating he was pulling his satchel around and opening it up, a bottle of spanish whiskey removed and also several wrapped bundles of cooked rabbit meat which he set aside,
"Si! One should always celebrate when there is reason to, and for new friends and old ones and ...lost ones." For a second the man stares longingly at the darkening starry sky that was marred only by a few small puffs of could before unscrewing the cap from the bottle and taking a long drink from it, the whiskey burned as it went down and set fire to his insides, this bottle had survived the downfall of the humans, it was very aged and therefore exceptionally strong, he held out the bottle to Saxif, already beginning to feel the effects of the amber liquid.
Saxif smiled warmly at Leon as she handed her the bottle. She knew little of his past or his friendships but figured he must have some tales that proved to be interesting. Especially to one that has experienced so little in her life. Saxif took a swig of the amber liquid her eyes widened at its sudden distaste and burn. Once she swallowed the horrid liquid she gasped and coughed. Oh great spirit has that gone bad? She looked at the bottle as though it was diseased and quickly handed back to Leon. He seemed to be content with the drink so as he handed her the bottle a second time she carefully took a smaller sip. It burned less the second time round. Saxif was wondering what was supposed to happen after drinking the liquid. This was the part that always confused her when people described feeling different. She handed the bottle back to Leon and a small rush of dizziness came to her.
Was this what happens? Her stomach felt airy and her head was quick to follow. She smiled. I like this feeling. She said and lifted her body into the river. When she started to wave her hands in the water her head felt as liquid as the flow of the light current. I didn’t think it would happen this quickly. She smiled as she watched the first star of the night quickly come into sight. She looked at Leon her golden eyes filled with an airy look. Come. Join me.
He laughed hard as she coughed and wheezed, clutching his side, tears of mirth squeezing out from his white eyes. He took the bottle back from her still chuckling,
"Not bad, just very well aged. It has been around a long time." To prove his 'toughness' playfully, he took another long drink of it, putting the bottle at just over a third empty now. He watched as the alcohol visibly began to affect her, droopy eyelids, slight swaying and an unconcerned look crossing her face. He grinned as she handed the bottle back and slid into the river, expressing her like for the drunken feeling. He could feel his own mind beginning to fuzz and fill with fluff.
He murmured lowly in spanish as she requested him to join her in the water, and wriggled in after her, allowing himself to float in the slow moving water. Night sounds increased in volume and he saw a star shining dutifully, again muttering lowly as others joined it,
"Of the Stars. That is what Austral means in Spanish. I am the Lion of the Stars." Quiet suddenly he dunked himself underneath the water, feeling it close over his head and pulling out the tie that held his long hair back, the black locks waving about freely in the water. He came up again, taking a deep breath, droplets falling from his face and body.
Saxif was beginning to wonder if this is what magic felt like. The tales of spirits floating in the night, stars shooting through the sky, of life just becoming more than you imagine. The strange high made her stomach tickle her head feel part of the water. The ripples of the male entering in the river passed and she smiled. It was that build of joy and excitement that she often got before playing or wrestling. It was much more powerful, something more intense. Her eyes narrowed with a slight mischievous grin as his head went under. She carefully swam over as to not disturb the water. She filled her mouth with water and as his head rose above she hesitated.
It was as though seeing Leon in a new light, the moon just glimpsing from behind a stray cloud. The water fell in slow streams of drops of his maw, his hair pulled back completely exposing his face. As his pale iris’s opened they seemed to glow in thin strips around deep dark circles. The feeling she had felt the moment she first laid eyes upon them returned to her, the pit of her stomach felt stranger. Then as his face gained an expression she remembered her goal and it all quickly slipped away for that moment. She sprayed the water she housed in her mouth right into his nose and laughed hysterically attempting to swim away. It was something about water she loved… it could be both entrancing and completely fun.
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He spluttered as Saxif's mouthful of water hit him in the face and slid down his nose to the back of his throat, coughing up the water even as he sneezed the remainder out of his nose. Her laughter brought a mischievous smile of his own to his lips as she tried to run away from him through the water. His longer legs and the fact that more of his body was not hindered by the water allowed him to quickly catch up and circle around her, cutting off her escape as he sent a wall of water towards her with one well placed slap of the water with his huge and well muscled arms.
He pushed himself away from her, laughing to himself and using his arms, pulled himself back up onto the bank of the stream/river, white eyes surveying her as she moved closer, she was undoubtedly a lovely vision of the womanly form, she was exactly how he liked woman to be, strong willed and fierce. In his intoxicated state, there was no holding himself back, he was a large man with large attributes which were even as his gaze look her in, proudly announcing inside of his brain that it had been quite a while since he had laid with a female. He held onto his control with only a sliver of strength, one that was splintering before his grasp.
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