Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight

POSTED: Thu Jun 02, 2016 10:15 pm

00+ I'm so slow, lol. Let me know if assumptions are no bueno, I forgot what we discussed.

The haltered ram trotted proudly at the end of his lead, while the nervous ewes bundled after him, bleating and braiding the pair of ropes that held them. Several times Vicira called to her companion to untangle him—supposing that the busier Ignacio Rivera (as he introduced himself with a flair) was, the less breath he would have to joke and flirt with her. While she hid smiles behind the hand that brushed her dark hair out of her face when they ducked past branches and leaves, she wanted to be in control of the image she presented to the Luperci who would join them here.

Her stature and her horse made this clear. Tigana was nearly as well-groomed as she, and the coywolf and mare rode like some piebald, centaurian creature with two sets of sharp, pale blue eyes.

Some miles between Inferni and the knights, in a clearing open to the sun, Vicira called a halt. She didn't want to venture closer to Cavalieri borders than she had to; it wouldn't be hard for a band of knights to ambush them and steal the sheep. Vesper always named the knights righteous and shrugged off thought of them doing something so immoral, but Vicira wanted to be cautious; she thought that, for all her conspiracies and paranoia, the Aquila was too dismissive of the wrong folk.

The slender, tall coywolf stared out into the forest, wondering if the canine whom she'd arranged the trade with would be the one to come with their goods. She frowned and brushed her hair back from her cheek again, a nervous gesture, and glanced at the Tirones as if worried he might have caught it.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 06, 2016 8:44 pm

She had a funny name, he thought, but it was as unsatisfying and peculiar as the sort of names they had for their horses. He had ridden the one she had sarcastically referred to as Sassy, thinking it was perhaps meant to be a joke. The palomino had been nothing of the sort throughout their ride, even for as often as he had dismounted and dealt with the sheep. They were stupid things for certain, though had wonderfully soft faces and thick coats.

He rode behind the group, enjoying the scenery and the easy motion of the mare beneath him. She was some prize, he thought, and supposed this was why the woman had suggested he bring her. Later, she informed him that the horse had come from the place they were going and his thoughts on this became more focused – to the point that he spent most of the ride picking at her mane, adjusting it until it was proper.

Ash had gotten on her in the process of his handling, though Nacho took this as a positive sign. He sat easy in the saddle, peering at the woods and the back of his superior, listening to birds.

Now he sorely regretted taking Fang's advice and leaving his guitar behind.


POSTED: Sun Jun 12, 2016 7:13 pm

I'm a slowbutt! She's traveling with Tennyson. Lots of assumptions near the end here as well, lemme know if they're bad. <: (+500)

She had never much enjoyed the idea of a trade.

Such a thing required diplomacy, as well as knowledge of value and other essentials like appearance and the proper goods. Lyris had not wanted to go, but she forced herself into it. Recently, she had overtaken much of Lorenzo's duties as the knights' animal herder; and it became apparent to her, that after the devastation caused by the falling star, that several of their ewes had been lost in the blight. The fresh blood of their small collection of sheep was nonexistent, and inbreeding was the very last thing Lyris was willing to do. She discussed with the sick man, who normally took charge of the sheep; he agreed, and so she had arranged a trade, the very thing she much detested. They had wanted more than Lyris was willing to give; but upon further discussion with her Cavaliers, they agreed. Perhaps she was a little more attached to the animals than she was willing to admit. A baby falcon and two lambs, along with bow and arrow finery, was more than the coyotes needed, she thought.

Tennyson rode next to her, his bridled back tall and unmoved atop Buckeye's beige figure. The lambs trailed behind, strung with rope round their necks to keep them in line as they bustled along, short legs moving quickly to keep up with the horse's gait. Lyris had been given charge of the young Peregrine, which had originally been handed her in a cage. She despised to see the young thing cowered down in its metal prison, and so for much of the journey, she chose to cradle the young bird with both hands wrapped carefully around its fluffy plumage, balancing skillfully atop her stallion's own saddle. Kenyon moved below her with only occasional direction, and she was grateful for his independence. The going was long, but it was quick. Tennyson never faltered as he followed her, skillfully managing the animals he was told to command. Eventually, the sudden scent of marshes and coyote signified the presence of Inferni. Lyris slowed the pace of the pair, carefully returning the baby falcon to its cage, to be held in the woman's lap for the final leg of the journey. Before long, the trees ceased to be, and a soft clearing opened before them. Two figures occupied it, strode atop their own steeds and with creatures in tow. Lyris and Tennyson both ceased their movement in the same heartbeat. The Stryder allowed the silence to lapse, and then dismounted from her stallion, falling with a sweep of her blue cloak to the grassy earth. She stood, jade eyes assessing, before grasping the cage in which the falcon rested, poising it between her hands as she unflinchingly met the eyes of the strangers. "You are Vicira?" She inquired, recalling the name that had been sent by paper and bird. Lyris had no ability to read, of course; another Cavalier had been her translator, but there was no need for these coyotes to know of that.

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POSTED: Wed Jun 22, 2016 5:06 pm

00+ I'm still so slow guys. :< And this post sucks meh.

They did not to wait awfully long. Vicira's ears twitched at the sound of hoofbeats in the woods beyond, and she stroked Tigana's neck when the mare lifted her snout at the smell of stallions. The pair--a pied horse and a buckskin--bore their riders well, but instinctual distrust made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. A brindled hybrid and a white wolf, neither was the type of canine that Vicira usually wanted to deal with. She tried to remember the writing and sighed.

I am, the woman said when the pair of Cavalieri came into view. She gestured with her muzzle back toward her companion. This is Ignacio.

She waited a few moments, and then she dismounted, reeling in the sheep when they had begun to spread out. The ewes tangled their ropes again, fidgeting nervously in the presence of new animals--especially the caged bird, small and downy as it was--but the ram lifted his head and lip to sniff.

Do you have the archery supplies? Vicira asked, lifting her brows.

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POSTED: Sat Jun 25, 2016 11:57 am

He wondered at his superior's response – the subtle tension which appeared in her body and bled into the paint mare – and he sat up a little taller in the saddle. Nacho was hardly tall enough for this to make a difference, of course, but he was a trader and a gambler first and knew pretense was important.

The wolves that came were tall, wearing garments and riding horses. A white one with scars on her face seemed to be the one in charge, and Nacho equated her role as one similar to Vicira's. As such, he offered only the politest of looks in response to her glance, and instead took his cues from his companion. When she dismounted, he dismounted. Livestock were not of interest to him beyond their purpose as fodder or currency, but the little bird was.

Nacho pretended he did not care and instead looked over the Cavalier's horses, flashing his coyote's grin at the brindled man when he noticed him staring.


POSTED: Mon Jul 04, 2016 1:12 am

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Lyris considered the strangers. Her initial impression was of the darkish woman, eyes icy, and immediately she was considered with neutrality, perhaps subtler distaste. The mother had no qualms with Inferni as a clan; that fight was not her own, and rather belonged to her superior Sole. But what Lyris had had was rather negative, cutting experiences with those of coyote blood in the past- her shoulder pinged in memory of the pain of dislocation, wrought by a loner coyote male that had stormed her home alongside the rest of a Syndicate. The breed, in every instance she had met it, seemed to have a tendency of haughtiness and immediate bias against her, be it wolfish blood or pack affiliation or whatever else. She did not miss the glance of distrust and detest, be it concealed quickly thereafter. Lyris had no option but to return the impression; Vicira, as she was called, did not seem inclined to want to make friends, and the Mani was fine with such an option. She offered only a short appraisal of the male at her side, as he appeared inferior and not the point of interest. When Ignacio met her sights, a lack of malice in his eyes, Lyris gave him a nod, subtle and without much reverence, but a nod nonetheless. Though she was often a woman of aggression, such would not prove well in this situation. If none were seeking trouble, she would not create it. "Lyris." She responded. Tennyson, astride her, had been giving his own assessment of the company, and after being shot an unexpected grin by the coyote, glanced away very quickly, ruffled by the sneer but making no note of it, as the proud Knight he was. "Tennyson." The wolfdog introduced himself, apparently only to Vicira, and then dismounted from Buckeye's back, moving to detangle the small lambs' leads and bring them closer, where they bleated behind his panted legs.

The coyote female spoke again, and Lyris flicked sharp ears at her comment, displeased by her expectant tone, though she said nothing of it. "Crafted by mine own hands just for you." She affirmed, managing to keep the sarcasm absent in her voice. She did not want to create tensions where none were required, and so forced herself into the authoritative polite poise of her rank and the trade. Lyris handed the baby bird to Tennyson, who held the cage tucked to his body with one arm while grasping the lambs' lead with another. The Stryder then turned to her stallion's back, who stood still and tall and prideful as he would, and removed the dark pine bow from where it was secured, followed quickly by a basic, average-grade leather quiver full of twenty owl-fletched arrows. The supplies were not extravagant, but they were fine and exceedingly useful for those who would know how to use them. Lyris slung the quiver over one shoulder loosely, the familiarity in her movements giving of her archer skill, and then retrieved the baby Peregrine from Tennyson. She and the brindled man moved to the center of the clearing, but no further; they were to meet halfway, a sign of equality. "The bird is a Peregrine falcon, hatched only this spring. I implore you to care of and make use of it." She advised, the apparent warning in her voice unable to be missed. Lyris really had not wanted to trade the hatchling, but the ram was of value to them, and worth the loss.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 17, 2016 3:16 pm

() Ahh, sorry again for a sucky response. :< We can drop or wrap this thread up if you guys want, or take it in a more interesting direction, though it's kinda old.

If her mother had come trotting to this meeting, perhaps their reception would have been different; but disdainful of livestock and trade as Vesper was, she would have been an equally poor choice. Her apparent tolerance for these southernly wolves was the only other difference—besides blood. Tradition more than hatred guided Vicira's distrust and cold demeanor, as she knew these wolves and wolfdogs saw her kind as little more than scavengers. And they were, as a whole, bigger and more plentiful. She had every right to cast cautious eyes to those who pretended to be righteous.

The Cavaliers introduced themselves, and Vicira stepped closer to the lambs. Pitiful things, they would grow stronger in Inferni's open fields amid the larger flock, she had no doubt. It would do them a favor as much as they were doing the Cavaliers.

She met Lyris' eyes when the woman offered the caged falcon, and Vicira's lips twitched. We will, she answered plainly. Our Aquila has a lot of experience with birds. Not this sort, but she knew that even if Vesper turned her nose up at the little raptor, her brother or another would take care of it. She took the cage and handed this off to Nacho, sensing his interest in it.

Once the lesser animals and the tools were exchanged, Vicira leaned against the neck of her mare and glanced at the others' horses. How are your pack's bloodlines? she asked, and nodded to indicate the equines as her fingers scratched at Tigana's neck.

She cast a careless glance at Sassafras then.

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