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Phoenix & Athras

POSTED: Sun Aug 25, 2019 8:17 pm

OOC: Cape Acadia, coastline, east side of NC, mid-day. Please let Veldt post first. <3 WC: +3

IC: The paint mare snorted, kicking up wet sand as she carried her rider along the beach at a canter. Holding close to the equine's back, Sedona rode as one with her mount, eyes scanning the crashing, rolling waves off to her right as the oceanside rushed past. In the distance she could see the far shore of Prince Edward Island just barely through the sea spray and gathering mists. It had taken her and the black stallion carrying another rider, her brother Phoenix, a few days travel to get this far northeast of Mistfell Vale to scout the coast for the best place to cross over without the Midnight Shore ferry. They'd had to skirt the boundaries of the latest established pack, New Caledonia so it took a little time. Although on neutral terms with them, Sedona didn't wish to be any bother to them as they were certainly still in their infant stages.

One thought couldn't stop tickling the back of the Whitesage woman's mind as they traveled along. How were they going to get the ferry back to Midnight Shores? It was a dilemma that would have to be looked into later. Until they could cross the sea and get to the Island safely in the first place, even worrying about the boat and getting back to the mainland were secondary concerns. Bringing Hopi to a halt, the tan and brown coydog signaled to her brother to do the same and dismounted, pointing over to a rocky outcropping. The sea winds whipped at the cowgirl's hat and bandanna threatening to whisk both off her person as she moved to lead her horse towards the rocks out of the wind. "Let's break for lunch here!" She called over the waves and wagged her tail, patting her mare's neck who nudged her sweaty forelock against the back of Sedona's shoulder. The woman chuckled and playfully shoved against the horse's side barely even making the large animal misstep. Hopi whickered softly in response, surely a horse laugh. Turning to her brother then, Sedona smiled a little wearily. "Do you think we're close? We've been riding the coast for days. There's gotta be a narrow spot we're missing somewhere." The tan woman sighed and began digging through the pack attached to Hopi's saddle for the food rations she'd brought along.
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POSTED: Mon Aug 26, 2019 7:50 pm

It was midday now, and they were still out in the wilderness for the nth day. Phoenix wasn't really all out of place out here, but he knew that it was a bit of a change of pace for his sister, active as she was in the Vale. But she had visited the Del Cenere some time ago, which was the whole reason he had found her, so perhaps these sorts of trips weren't all that unusual for the woman.

He was astride the huge black stallion riding alongside Sedona but his mind was elsewhere, wandering to how different life was in Mistfell Vale compared to his regular routine on the ranch, or how he had gotten used to the solidarity of the loner life. Surely it was a good change — he had reunited with Sedona, after all, and that was really all he had set out to do in the first place aside from explore and do something new. But now that he had found her, how would it all pan out? Would he even fit in at the Vale anyway? He sure hoped so.

Her signal snapped him back into the present, and he clicked his tongue so Toh would halt beside them. "Lord, I thought you'd never say it," he said as he slid off the horse's back, stretching his limbs and padding alongside his sister.

He was already stuffing his mouth full when Sedona asked him the question, and he struggled to swallow the jerky as he chewed another piece pensively. "We gotta be," he said, voice muffled from food, "It's been a hot minute since we left, I reckon it's just yonder or somethin.'"

Truthfully Phoenix didn't know, as he had never ventured this far north before now. But surely if it had been impossible to cross to the island she wouldn't have brought them all the way out here.

"'Less we missed somethin', but with two sets of eyes I think that's mighty unlikely." He gave Tohopka a pat on his neck as the equine bent down to crop at some grass.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 29, 2019 9:22 pm

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Hoofbeats thrummed a staccato beat as the stallion’s hooves met wet sand. His rider was astride him, clothed in a robe of fine dark linen, spun from the looms of old Caledonia. They moved in harmony, in sync with one another without a saddle or reins to slow either of them down. The stallion was a beast bred of the horse lords of the clan Menel, a remarkable creature made for speed and endurance. His bones were fine, his body well-muscled, and his fur a ghostly grey flecked by faint chestnut.

The Lord-Regent preferred to remain within New Caledonia’s claim. There was work to be done, and precious few of them capable of overseeing it. Athras did not doubt his King’s prowess on the battlefield, in a however limited capacity. But governance was another matter, and he well-suited to the task, perhaps perfectly. The Eryn lord’s blood was old. Older than any Caledonian that yet lived. But the borders were new, the scents had yet to sink in, to solidify their claim to it’s coasts. He wondered after the lands beyond, and whether or not others had sought to test the boundary.

Like a banner of fine dark silk his hair billowed in time with his horse’s stride, they made for the border, but proceeded beyond to satisfy his curiosity. It wasn’t a needless pursuit as soon four distinct shapes appeared over the horizon: two horses, two luperci. Athras called for Hasufel to slow, and the stallion obeyed. “Hail!” He called from a distance, then coaxed the stallion close enough for them to hear him at a normal volume. “Enjoying your lunch?” Said the shadow, his expression was pleasant enough, though his eyes were sharp, wary. He looked them over, noting a distinct familial resemblance. Curious. Their horses were well tended, even if their attire was a bit...quaint. “Might I ask where you’re headed?”


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POSTED: Mon Sep 02, 2019 3:51 pm

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It took her a moment, but at last Sedona managed to dig out her rations and was able to quell her grumbling stomach. Unwrapping the newly cured strips of elk jerky, the woman contemplated her brother's words, leaning against the stones and watching the rolling waves nearby. "It's been a hot minute since we left, I reckon it's just yonder or somethin'. He said, trying to reassure her. It wasn't often Sedona doubted herself, but this excursion was completely new for her. At least when it came to the bridge rebuild project, she knew somewhat where to begin. Here, it was a shot in the dark, she didn't know how long they had to ride along the coast to find the narrow crossing that the loner had mentioned. Even though Felix and Genevieve both had reassured her getting to the island by raft or by swimming was possible, looking across the crashing ocean from where they were now, made the task seem daunting, near impossible.

"Less we missed somethin', but with two sets of eyes I think that's mighty unlikely." Sedona nodded and chewed her food before answering. "I suppose so. I've never been out this far North. So I don't exactly know what I'm lookin' for, but I was told, I can't miss it." She chuckled, remembering the vague description she was given of the narrow peninsula and how the Island would "be at it's nearest". "Guess we'll just have to keep ridin' onward 'n find out."

It was just then that the drumming of hooves reached her ears, followed by a voice. "Hail!" Turning in time with Hopi lifting her own head from grazing, which blocked her view of the approaching rider, Sedona huffed, before moving around her mare and lifting a paw in friendly greeting to the well dressed male as he came to a stop atop his steed. "Enjoying your lunch?" Sedona looked back at Phoenix who was swallowing his current mouthful of food and chuckled. "Yeah, we stopped for a break. Been ridin' all mornin'." She explained to the man. Based on what she could glean of his attire, the way he held himself and his scent, the cowgirl could only guess he was of the nearby pack, New Caledonia.

They were still pretty close to their newly established borders, to it only made sense they would be stopped by a border patrol. This would be her first impression for Mistfell Vale to the neighboring pack, she knew she had to represent as best she could, given the circumstances. "Might I ask where you’re headed?" The dark rider asked next and Sedona nodded. "Y'may. My name is Sedona, this is my brother Phoenix. We're headin' down the coast lookin' for the narrowest crossin' t'get us over to the island. I was told a few days ride and we'd find it 'round here...somewhere." She concluded rubbing the back of her neck a little sheepishly, but recovered quickly. "We're from Mistfell Vale. Neighbors West of here. Perhaps you've heard of us?" She smiled and wagged her tail amiably and patted Hopi's rump, trying to stop the mare from staring so alertly at the stranger's equine.
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POSTED: Mon Sep 09, 2019 5:05 pm

A light chuckle passed his lips between swallows of the jerky, and he rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "I ain't been up here, neither, so if you don't know, I don't know."

Between the two of them they'd figure it out though, this much he knew. There was only so much coast, after all; this one narrow strip would have to show up at some point.

They were not alone in these strange lands for long. Brown ears perked at the sound of thundering hooves, a song so intimate and close to his heart; and before too long, their stranger glided over to them atop a flea-bitten stallion. Beautiful creature, and the male seemed equally regal with his dark cloak.

Riding bareback seemed a bit curious, though.

The coymutt fought hard to force down his last swallow of food, letting Sedona do all the explaining while he cleared his throat. She was always good with that sort of stuff, anyway, outgoing and bodacious as she was. Phoenix was a talker, too, but only when he had something to say.

And in this instance didn't have much to add at all, but he noticed Toh shifting on his sturdy legs behind him. He always got a little antsy around other stallions, so Phoenix shot him a little whisper in low speech, a reassuring statement, before looking back to the dark stranger.

"Nice horse," he said airily, inoffensively.

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y'all feel free to skip over phoenix to keep this moving, i don't really have a lot for him to do and he can fade into the background for now ^^


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POSTED: Wed Sep 18, 2019 2:56 pm

Diplomat Prompt(Bronze): Meet someone from another Pack or Loner Band and discuss New Caledonia with them.

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figured I'd slap a co-rank onto this!

His expression was amenable, the smile a casual comfortable thing, if enigmatic. The cool pass of his gaze was unobtrusive taking stock of man, woman, and beast: the male’s ragged clothing, the woman’s lack thereof, and the sturdy, if inelegant horses that bore them. The moment she spoke completed the picture with a slow lazy twang, a remarkably casual sounding speech that spoke of warmth and simple comforts. It wasn’t quite unlike Willow’s, now that he thought about it, only further exaggerated, with a volume that was (thankfully) conversational. Charming, he thought, but just so.

A slow intake of breath studied their scents without alerting them to it, noting distinctive patterns in the both of them, bolstered by a communal array: a pack then. Discarding any preconceptions for their attire and mannerisms the Lord’s eyes sharpened, ears perked with piqued interest. She went on to introduce herself and quickly confirmed his suspicions. The pack’s name was not new to his ears though Athras knew less of them than he would have liked. Iomair’s interactions had been brief and isolated to a single person. As a whole they were a mystery to him, though one he was determined to solve.

“I am Athras Eryn, Lord-Regent of New Caledonia. Well met, Sedona.” He inclined his head ever so slightly, causing silky strands of black hair to slip softly over one shoulder. “And Phoenix.” The stallion beneath him was calm, blowing air out his nostrils with a soft puff. “A little, our King met one of your members briefly— a pale woman, I don’t remember her name.” He was dismissive, and it was clear why. “Nothing came of it, I’m afraid.”

The woman’s brother added little more to the conversation, save for the errant compliment for his horse. Athras smiled and accepted it but not out of any humility. “More than you know.” The stallion had been bred out of fine stock for specific purpose. It was an elegant muscular beast with fine bones and good carriage. He held his head high, his eyes bright with intelligence, tail swishing ever so often. The stallion had been a gift from the horse lords of Menel to the Eryn’s eldest son, though war saw him into Athras’s hands. He ran his hands along his neck, ruffling the wind-ravaged mane with appreciation and pride.

“An island?” Mused the Lord, “any particular reason?” He tried to think where it was she referred to, but nothing came to mind. Perhaps if she elaborated he’d know more, though it was unlikely. They were so very new to the peninsula still.

“I’d be happy to escort you.” He said, equal parts curious and wary, though the offer itself was pleasant. He wanted to hear more of Mistfell Vale, and knew the island they searched for must have some value to be so sought after. Judging by her words they lived a considerable distance away, meaning New Caledonia might find a use for her knowledge, and were better positioned to benefit.


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POSTED: Wed Sep 25, 2019 1:41 pm

OOC: No prob you two. :D WC: +6

IC: It wasn't hard to tell the differences in backgrounds they each came from. Sedona and Phoenix were of simpler upbringing hailing from dusty open wilds of the Southwest raising cattle and used to traveling long hard distances to get what they needed. They were accustomed to only taking the barest of belongings to survive by and moving light and fast. Clothing, bulky bags and possessions weren't practical. So they did without. If it could be ruined in one's work, they didn't bother. And born of hard work the two Whitesage's were.

Now this wasn't to say the regal man before them was raised with a golden teat in his mouth, but to some folk it would appear a king was speaking to his peasants. His well kept appearance, the beautiful sweeping garb he wore, the way he spoke and the way he carried himself all told of a higher born beginning. Except in the crucial way he did not look down upon them. He treated them with an amiable casual manner that bridged the gap between any differences in culture and upbringing they had.

It eased Sedona's minor nervousness about potentially offending the dark male. Certainly she was a talker, but sometimes she could talk too much. This was her first meeting with someone of New Caledonia and she knew it was important to make good first impressions. Back when she'd visited Del Cenere with Baelish, she'd allowed him to take the lead in handling the talking. This time, the spotlight was all on her. "I am Athras Eryn, Lord-Regent of New Caledonia. Well met, Sedona." The man introduced himself in turn, confirming what the tan coydog suspected. "And Phoenix." Sedona glanced back at her brother before returning focus to the Lord-Regent. "A pleasure, sir."

"A little, our King met one of your members briefly— a pale woman, I don’t remember her name. Nothing came of it, I’m afraid." Sedona's ears splayed a little hearing this but nodded none the less. "Well, I hope perhaps I can provide ya with a better first impression." She said standing a little taller, meanwhile wondering at the encounter he spoke of. The only pale woman she could think of in the pack was Zuri. And judging by Athras' disregard for her, it seemed the first impressions she'd given were not all that great. Odd. Sedona made a mental note to ask the Trombettta woman about it some other time.

"Nice horse." Phoenix butted in and Sedona shot him a small glare. He meant well, but it was not the time. "More than you know." Athras replied and patted his steed. Of course as Vale Gamepkeeper she couldn't ignore the fine breeding of the stallion before her. He was a magnificent beast for sure. "An island? Any particular reason? I'd be happy to escort you." And with that Sedona found herself thinking once again about their mission. "Aye. That island." She gestured out across the rolling ocean crashing upon the coast at the figure of Prince Edward Island jutting out and frowned a moment.

She'd not thought exactly about sharing all the details of her plan with Athras, but now, with Mistfell Vale and New Caledonia's potential future relations at stake, an idea began to form in the tan woman's mind. She was sure it'd be of mutual benefit to both packs, and Saga though a bit wary at first, would surely see the logic of it. "Have ya ever heard of the Wildwood Horses, Athras?" She began, stroking a paw through Hopi's mane. "Well, long story short. There's herds of wild horses on that island. And we're scoutin' the best way to get over to them to check their numbers..." She paused and considered the Lord-Regent a moment. She didn't know if she could trust him fully, but it was a risk she'd have to take. "And, to ultimately bring some of them back here to the mainland." She smiled knowingly, a glimmer in her eyes betraying she still had more to divulge. Which, she fully intended to do. But she wanted to see what Athras thought of this new information first.
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POSTED: Mon Sep 30, 2019 9:30 pm

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If only the quaint hybrid woman knew how wrong she was. While the pair of them remained unmounted the Lord loomed above, looking down on them from his high horse. He made no move to dismount and while his expression was warm, welcoming even, the smile was sharp-edged. It did not reach his eyes. And that twinkle within? It was not quite so merry as it was calculative. If they were to be believed, these ragamuffins smelling of dust and sweating horses, New Caledonia could stand to gain a great deal. He leaned forward, ingratiating and inviting them in with that deceptive smile.

“So do I.” The Lord said, teasing— or that was the impression he gave. His head followed the woman’s indication out to sea. He frowned, if only a little. Then his jaw clenched at the mention of his name and not his title. But the talk of horses soon soothed the tension. He straightened. “And once you find a suitable place to cross, how will you get there? I don’t see any ships.” The Lord’s eyes passed knowingly over their equipment then followed the coast and returned. He mulled it over, perhaps they hadn’t thought this through, but the prospects.

“Just how far is the Vale from here, hm?” They mentioned riding all morning and from what little knowledge Athras had gathered of the area New Caledonia was the nearest pack to this supposed island. Surely that entitled them to something and if he read the woman’s expression correctly…”Are you proposing some sort of exchange, Miss Sedona?”


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POSTED: Tue Oct 08, 2019 6:24 pm

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Sedona had no reason to suspect she and her brother were being given the ol' razzle dazzle in any way. The exchanges between them all had been nothing but pleasantries thus far and now they were getting down to business. The Whitesage woman smiled kindly up at the dark rider as he mulled over her words, asking the next prudent question. "And once you find a suitable place to cross, how will you get there? I don’t see any ships." Smiling more she gestured to her brother who had been silent up till now, simply tending to his horse and eating behind her while she did all the wheeling and dealing.

"We were gonna swim it." She said. "We were assured it was doable. It's that narrow." She informed the Lord-Regent with a confident nod. "Just how far is the Vale from here, hm?" He asked next and the tan woman could almost see the workings of his mind going. She grinned and her tail wagged a little as he then came to the same conclusion she had. "Are you proposing some sort of exchange, Miss Sedona?" The cowgirl chuckled softly and removed her hat from her head and bowed a bit. "I am indeed Lord Regent." She said and glanced to her brother, seeing he was just following along with her still, and then back to Athras.

"Once we found the crossing, we were originally just the two of us, gonna swim across and check the herds." She said. "Then we were to head south across the island where," She grinned at the man. "There's an old ferry that should still be in decent if not repairable condition. It was once used by a pack called Midnight Shores, some of whose previous members now reside in Mistfell Vale. They held claim to it to haul not only the pack back and forth, but horses and all manner of goods across channel to the mainland."

She explained, voice growing more enthused the more she spoke. "What I'm propsin', is New Caledonia and Mistfell Vale work together to restore the ferry and wrangle up some horses and get 'em over to the mainland together!" She tipped her head ever so slightly. "The only thing is, with the cold season coming up, because of the ice, we won't be able to get the horses across likely 'till Spring." She informed him with a serious face. "What d'ya think? Sound like something of interest to ya?" She asked and then fell silent to allow the man to consider everything and ask more questions should he have them.
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POSTED: Tue Oct 22, 2019 8:39 pm

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Close enough to swim? This pleased Athras to no end. Clearly Iomair’s choice to settle here was inspired! Though the thought of doggy-paddling out in uncertain tides sent a shudder down his spine, and he reached instinctively for a strand of his long, silky hair to confirm it’s smooth and glossy texture. It was tradition for the druids of Taur to allow their hair to grow freely, for cutting it was a sinful act, meant to signify one’s severance from the cycle of nature. And so he bore it with great pride, even if it made bathing a tedious chore that only he knew the intricacies of. It made the thought of recreational swimming a veritable nightmare. Fortunately, he banished the notion with effortless reasoning for several members of the Shoal called New Caledonia home. It made the Lord smile and he listened keenly to the woman’s explanations.

Word of not only horses, but a ferry to transport them wherever they needed to go set his heart to thrilling. He nodded in acknowledgement of the winter to come and leaned forward when her proposal drew to its natural end. “More than you can imagine.”

“And this ferry, what will happen to it once it’s restored?” Though the answer was plain he sought only the few little words that would confirm the addition of this resource to New Caledonia’s might. “Its repair is of no question, we happen to have a fair few members of the Shoal more than up to the task.”


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