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Larkspur D'Angelo · 07-10-2011, 12:48 PM

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pray to your god, open your heart

Barn is finished and was expanded with two stalls, and it now needs hidden. This is the Third Barn Construction thread.

Sirius’ idea had been one that was vague at best. He wanted horses better than the rest of this land, horses large and magnificent and to resemble his own. Luckily, Wisteria’s mount shared the same sort of pale mane that the Boss desired. Larkspur had made certain that the stallion had spent plenty of time with their new mare, and after watching them copulate and eventually seeing Black’s attention turn elsewhere, he knew the mare would carry. His own mounts breeding had gone unnoticed at first, but he had reasoned a timeline as far as how long she had carried. Wisteria’s horse would foal in the summer—that would give him plenty of time to prepare.

While the basics of the barn had been finished, this new plan required it to become slightly larger. Larkspur had set to work and added several stalls on by himself, and nearly everything was complete. All that really remained was cleaning and finishing up the less physical aspect of hiding the place. Rowan had been set with picking up any small objects that might damage the horses’ feet, and she was doing so admirably. Her master had stepped back to admire the work, knowing that now the hard part—hiding it—would begin.

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-06-2011, 02:33 PM

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Word Count → 327 :: This thread looks lonely, so Clover shall help hide the barn!

Sirius had brought the Lykoi girl to these new lands only days prior, and already she felt at peace amongst its rugged terrain. She had yet to explore much of the territory on her own, and hung close to the Borgata Colotl. However, Daisy longed to stretch her legs and a small whinny alerted Clover to her desire. Their trek would not nearly be as long as it had been days ago, but Clover figured see could easily spare a few hours navigating the land that twisted away from the Ruins to form the rest of the Thistle King’s realm.

The pair pushed north through the dense mix of deciduous and coniferous forest. Daisy was content just to be able to move her legs with Clover in her company, and the Lykoi girl was equally at peace observing the new lands. Her only regret was that the sea breeze began to die away as they progressed into the Borgata Tocatl and the trees began to thin.

Perhaps she would not have noticed the barn tucked amongst a stand of trees, but the unfamiliar (and somehow slightly familiar) scents, as well as their noise, of others nearby drew Clover closer. Daisy turned towards the corral and Clover kept pale golden eyes open and searching for signs of others.

It wasn’t until they drew near the barn and that Clover dismounted her white mare, that she caught sight of the darkly colored male. "Good day," she offered, while dipping her head in greeting. There was still much the young girl had to learn about the social conventions of the pack. Though she did not dare to speak until the man acknowledged her, Clover did not refrain from letting her gaze wander. Now she noticed the ruby colored woman, her fur cascading in gorgeous waves, and was instantly captivated by her beauty. However, the woman hardly looked up from her chores, and Clover eventually let her gaze travel back to Larkspur.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 08-08-2011, 06:14 PM

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pray to your god, open your heart

Wheeeee :>

An unfamiliar sound drew Larkspur’s attention, and he turned to spot the approaching stranger. She was distinctly coyote, and smelled distinctly like Sirius. The wolf snorted bullishly, displeased with his leaders taste in women. A mongrel was one thing, but to bring in tiny little things? Of course, he would say nothing of the matter. Salsola valued privacy and obedience above all, and he had no desire to push his personal views on his unforgiving Boss. The Arbiter frowned at the coyote’s display, though it was enough respect to keep him from being unnecessarily cruel to her.

“If y’plan to greet me, y’best do it as we do it here.” Sirius certainly must have explained that much, he reasoned. Rowan tossed a small rock into the nearby woods and then stood, advancing towards Larkspur quietly. She displayed the proper demeanor of a slave, though her head remained high and her step was well-measured. Of all those who wore the ring, she alone was able to get away with small things like this—at least around Larkspur. He tilted his head back to listen to her murmur German, and replied in the same tongue. “Holen Sie sich Wasser.”

The massive male turned back to the coyote woman, orange eyes taking her in as he might a race-horse. “You from that clan?” He asked, distaste clear on his tongue.

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