Pinned against the ropes, its all or nothing

Lyris

POSTED: Tue Jul 21, 2015 10:45 pm

ooc: Late June

Defense was well on his mind but so too was offense. As the saying often went, the best defense was a good offense. The behemoth had gotten himself to thinking, his plans for the traps and improvements to the wall had been taking a good turn, but there were other areas that were lacking. In specifics, if Casa ever had to ride to war, they had precious few horses trained for battle. One of them was Luca's horse, and too Lyris' horse was trained too he believed. But seeking the knowledge took him towards the stables.

One seeing eye took in their accommodations, split in two. Beyond them the main gates rose with majesty above even Lorenzo's tall head. Their garrisons stood proudly before him as the sun rained down its warmth upon the Fort. Casa was strong, they had strength. The cloak about his shoulders and mace tied to his belt showcased the male as a warrior, the scarred body and no nonsense glare a he watched the sun climb higher and higher into the sky. The morning was well under way and he sighed deeply.

The deep colored material flower abut his ankles and knees as he approached the one, the main one with doors opened to the air. The horses were free ranging most of the time, confined within the Fort's walls.

The one he sought, wore neither leathers nor cloak adoring her shoulders. She was a pure blemish with but a simple band to hold her weapon. Her viciously sharp face wore the expression he most often saw upon himself in the mirror. The behemoth's approach was neither silenced nor contained, he was impossible to hide against the backdrop of Casa's shops and houses. "Cavallo. We must speak."

Lorenzo Knight

POSTED: Tue Jul 21, 2015 11:12 pm

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She had doubts. Any realistic thing with a heartbeat and a brain would have doubts. Hell, she had doubts about what to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She had doubts about getting up every morning or taking a long, quiet walk to the stalls under a cloudy cool sky. So these doubts about mateship did not concern her. In fact, they consoled her- she was not infatuated, she was not lovestruck. She still had a level head and beating heart (if still a little cracked) and she'd made this choice while taking everything into consideration. It was a risk- where everything else in her life had fallen apart, she was trying to build something up, half-expecting it to crumble back on top of her. But she'd made a promise to an amber-eyed, broken old man, and she wasn't about to break it. Besides, Luca was one of the few things that could make her smile or, god forbid- laugh- and that wasn't something she was eager to push away, even if it was routine. She still sorely hoped every day that nothing would go wrong, that she wasn't delusional. Even as she picked dirt and rocks out of her horse's hooves with her claws, she fervently hoped. Up until the moment a gruff voice called her attention.

It was immediately recognizable as the hulking Lorenzo, one of her fellow Knights. She grunted in acknowledgement, taking several more seconds to pull out a particularly uncomfortable looking pebble from where it was stuck on the bottom of Kenyon's foot. Once it was done, she dropped the stallion's leg and straightened, edging out from behind the animal so that she was facing the Corpo from the other side of the stall gate. Rubbing her hands to rid them of dirt, the dark-eyed huntress eyed the towering man, still frustrated that she felt dwarfed in his presence. "What is it, Enzo?" The sentence was not short or particularly sharp. She did not mean it unkindly, but it fell from her lips flat. Lorenzo, she knew, did not enjoy small talk just as she didn't, and so she didn't bother with it. It was refreshing to talk to someone who only demanded the facts and required no fluff to her speech, as it was often tiring to try and inject false happiness or emotion into her words when it was not there. They understood eachother.

Lyris Stryder
Casa di Cavalieri
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SILVER & GOLD

POSTED: Tue Jul 21, 2015 11:50 pm

ooc: Late June

They were of similar paths, their tones and postures eerily contrasting. They could be the same person and only superfluous details separated them. He did not waste time, not when it came to business of this ilk, "Yah performed admirably durin' tha battle.. but.. we 'ad tha' advantage.. we were fightin' on our own land. Next time we mightn't be so lucky." His thoughts dipped to the seedy Anathema and the dark Salsola, one day war would take them on the march and during that time their horses would be invaluable, those that could ride them of course. "We need tah 'ave a trained cavalry. We need tah be makin' war horses outta these nags." His eye swept over the rows of stalls, some occupied, most not.

His gleaming eye snapped back to the smaller warrior, "You're tha StableMastah, you know dem 'orses best. Ah need tah know, which ones will carry forwards and whichn's will fail." The prospective War Lord needed to make sure that their fights would always be swayed in Casa's favor, he was willing to play dirty to achieve that. Horses with the training to hold them true and not to balk in the face of blood and death, in the face of the chaos of war.

"Ah'll let yah know, ah'm aiming fer tha War Lord position, Ah ain't playin' no games." His face was stone, the scar running down his eye and muzzle clenched tight as the male's muscles. He would not let himself be hampered by the disability, already his body was compensating for the loss in vision, the hearing on his right side sharpening.

Lorenzo Knight

POSTED: Sat Jul 25, 2015 6:04 pm

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Lorenzo's comment about her performance during the Loner's battle brought her to pause. Sure she had "performed admirably", just up until she'd allowed the wretched male to pull her shoulder from its socket. Her arm throbbed in remembrance of the event, even though it had long since fully healed. No comments or acknowledgements passed her lips at the Knight's praise, believing it wasn't quite well deserved. Lyris was so terribly critical, of herself as well as others.

The Corpo, however, continued with valid concerns that the Cavallo agreed with. The huntress leaned forward with her elbows on the stall gate, examining the rows of stalls just as Lorenzo had. She nodded, figuring she should show some outward gesture of acknowledgement. The scarred man talked with authority, voice absent of any pause or hesitation. Lorenzo came right out with what he wanted and lay down his reasons, leaping right to the admittance he aspired to become the War Lord. Lyris could not say she was surprised- for certainly this towering, defined Knight had enough physical skill as well as mental to hold such a position. The female had once considered the position of War Lord herself, but in retrospect had decided different paths were more accurate to her character. She loved to fight and the thrill it gave her was nearly addicting, but Lyris didn't believe she would be a good leader in a battle. She was much too impulsive and aggressive. "You certainly aren't." She agreed, straightening to her full height from where she leaned against the gate. In the light of the Corpo's suggestions and request, Lyris was silent for several moments before glancing back to Kenyon, briefly. He would make an excellent war horse, and he most certainly had the perfect spirit for it. Being her companion had already deemed the stallion more confident and skilled than any of the communal horses and several of the owned, but Lyris still had hesitation in actually bringing the Vanner to war training. She loved him, and wasn't sure what she would do if he died in the heat of a battle. Nonetheless, she spoke. "Kenyon has always been an excellent candidate," She stated, factual, voice void of emotion. "but I have yet to begin training him. I'm more knowledgeable about general horse care and riding, and only know so much about war training. I might should work with Luca some on it." Luca didn't know much more than she, but being an Animale of the brotherhood, it was her soon-to-be mate's charge to assist in training the Calvary.

Lyris exited Kenyon's stall and began the short trek to another stall, gesturing for Lorenzo to follow her. She stopped before the red gelding that was Luca's companion, reaching out a hand to gently brush his nose. "I know Luca started training Ulric to become a war horse. I think he might work well with Kenyon, only since Ulric is more docile and could learn some spark from my boy." She couldn't help the faintest of smiles at the thought, still watching Ulric's dark eyes carefully. Lyris then glanced back to Lorenzo, silently asking his opinion. She was aware he didn't specialize in horses, but she assumed he wouldn't be afraid to throw his opinion in on her suggestions so far.

Lyris Stryder
Casa di Cavalieri
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Ann
Luperci Mate to Luca Stable Master The Brotherhood: Master of Tooth and Claw 2013, 2015 SoSuWriMo Champ! Stryder
princess cut from marble
smoother than a storm
these scars that mark my body?
SILVER & GOLD

POSTED: Mon Jul 27, 2015 4:39 pm

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His good eye watched her as she straightened and appeared thoughtful, her gaze running over her own horse. As a member of the Council he would be glad of having a warrior like Lyris fighting at his side despite her own reservations. Lorenzo had made his own very well visible mistakes during that fight, his lapse in attention had cost him an eye and two fingers. The mutilated hand clenched shut into a fist. He would gladly pay that price again though to save his Da's life. The son followed in his fathers footsteps.

Despite his own inability to ride horses to battle Lorenzo still paid attention, he learned and watched. He could tell a good horse from a bad one, Kenyon's stance and his confidence were certainly an excellent trait. He refused to spook easily on the few times Lorenzo had managed to appear in the stables without warning, the male was a hulking beast and some of the lesser willed equines were understandably nervous around him, "Ulrich ahn Kehnyon ah can see will be our standard tah which we'll 'old all that come after them."

From down the far end of the stables a pale mare neighed loudly for attention, Lyra. His daughter's horse too held strong blood in her veins, refusing to startle at the giant's presence, and on the few times he had seen her jump and be scared she had never thrown his daughter or bolted as he had seen others do. He whistled in a low tone and her ears pricked up before she neighed again,

"Workin' them tahgether, ahh can see tha sense. Competition did ahlways press them tah try 'arder and be their best." He rubbed his hand against his face, fingers running over the scarring before he looked directly at Lyris again, "Ah know yer've been givin' 'er ridin' lessons and ah appreciate that. Ghita already 'as her ambition in mind, she wants tah follow directly behind mehself. She wants tah climb tha ranks an enter tha Brotherhood, an eventually she wants tah take over from mahself as War Lord..." The first hints of hesitation since he had joined her appeared as he paused for a second, this would be a personal favor, "..Ah can only teach 'er so much. Ah want yahself to train 'er, if you'd agree, teach 'er tah stay on 'er horse in all situations, tah use evr'y advantage she 'as. Ah want yah tah make 'er into a Warrior." Still deadly serious, the male waited her answer. With Lyris and Grynn showing her what he could not and him training her on the rest, in a year or so Ghita would be a force to be reckoned with.

Lorenzo Knight

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