spun a web, now the rain has washed it all away

POSTED: Thu Apr 25, 2019 2:36 pm

Bonus Prompt: You know what they say about April -- have a thread where rain is the central theme. Does your character get caught out in a shower or spend the day indoors? What sort of rainy-day activities might they get involved in?

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There was a moment where the horse and girl stared at one another. Wisteria stood poised with her hand out taking step by careful step towards the golden mare, her gaze following her every move. For weeks the mare had followed, a wild-eyed thing that had charged at Aurelion and Sanguine both, but never Wisteria. Not her. She didn’t know why, or how they’d found one another. She knew only the night they found the skeleton, when she and her brothers had first made camp the mare had appeared. Somewhere between the outpost and Salsola, somewhere along the snow-laden path came the horse without a rider.

< “Easy, girl. I’m not going to hurt you.” > The mare was not like her mother’s horse, well, she supposed Pluie was Aurelion’s horse now. She did not balk out of fear, flashing the whites of her eyes just before she fled. This mare, wherever she had come from, whoever’s she might’ve been had no fear. Wisteria’s fingers brushed her dark nose and inched up her white blaze. The horse made no motion to reject her. White fingers traced up her jaw and down to her neck, she watched and waited for the mare’s ears to pin or her teeth to flash. Nothing.

The sky gave a flash and thunder rolled. Wisteria was the first to move. She jumped at the sound then froze as the first fat droplet fell square on her nose. She snorted and shook her head, gazing up into the storm as it swiftly began to pour. <” Shit!” > She growled, her teeth bared against the cloudburst and searched for shelter. Marrgard loomed far in the distance, too far to be of use, unless…

Her hand smoothed over the mare’s back, testing her for a reaction. When the mare remained steady, her head turned to watch, Wisteria mounted gracelessly hesitating a moment before she remember her mother’s lessons and tapped her heels. The mare sprung into motion as Wisteria desperately clung to her back, reaching for strands of her flaxen mane. She tugged and the mare turned the opposite direction leading them away from Marrgerd. Wisteria pulled the again and corrected their course, racing towards the shelter of the barn fast. Faster than she had anticipated. She squeezed tight with her thighs and closed her eyes, praying that the white lady Ankh might spare her a fall as the ground soon became slick with rainshower.

When she finally opened her eyes Wisteria could no longer feel the rain pummeling her gold-caped back and found herself beneath the overhang of the Marrgerd barn. Groaning, she uselessly slicked her hands over her arms and back scowling at the water clinging mercilessly to her gold white pelt.

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POSTED: Tue May 07, 2019 8:36 pm

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Khael once held to the false believe that a barn full of animals was the worst odor she'd ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

Oh, how wrong she was.

The yak lowed loudly, his ringed nose peering over the door of his stall, and a fat goat crossed the aisle, mindless of the small round droppings that followed her. A few dirty sheep milled around in their stall, bleating occasionally when thunder rumbled overhead. Each of them reeked, and in their scent Khael learned truth:

A barn full of wet animals was way worse.

Thankfully most of Marrgerd's residence wandered outside still; they were beasts, after all, and rain didn't bother most of them. But some of the skittish or sick were cooped up in the stalls inside, and Khael listened to their forlorn complaints, her eyes shut and her fingers raised to massage assaulted temples.

Tink had promised that her current task was almost done, though what that was, Khael had forgotten as soon as the first peal of thunder rang out. She could barely make out the cowherd's soft singsong on the other side of the barn.

Hooves drummed on the ground outside—a sound muffled by mud and wet grass. Khael abandoned her slowly formulating plan of stalking toward where Tink was, instead straightening and staring out at the entrance where a golden horse and its golden-white rider stood, shaking off rain. The dark jackal's head tilted.

The fat goat wandered in front of her, bleating and pooping, and ruined any intimidation factor Khael might have been going for.

but between my soft hands they die.
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POSTED: Thu May 16, 2019 2:19 pm

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feel free to pp that Soleil bumped into her or stepped on her, whatever you like! She just kinda walked right in and past Khael.

Blinking rain drops out of her lashes the gold-white girl inelegantly clambered off the gold mare’s back. And no sooner had she set foot on solid ground when the mare strode coolly away and into the barn. She walked as if she knew the paths, the scents, and their owners. As if she had been here before. Wisteria’s gaze followed her as she went, watching as she forced aside a defecating goat with her nose to uncover a figure of soot. Wisteria nearly started at the reveal.

The almost-yearling met the crimson stare of the coyjackal with amber. Her breath hitched at the underpinnings of a malevolence she couldn’t place, or understand. The Warden was dark-pelted with red eyes and evoked in the young D’Angelo the visage of Tak...for a moment. The goat pellets at their feet cracked that portrait decisively quick. Besides, Tak was male.

“Bonjour.” She murmured, rain-slicked and thin looking with her sodden summer pelt. Despite her intimidating height and chilly demeanor even she could not hold the woman’s stare for long. Her gaze fell vaguely off to the side, pretending to follow the mare as she made her rounds, searching the index of her mind for names and ranks to assign the woman.

Her mother had told her of any and every living denizen of the Thistle Kingdom from when she lived there. The names became dizzying as she worked to hastily match them to descriptions, but the list narrowed significantly due to the woman’s breeding. There were few, if any jackals among them which meant…”Warden Khael.” Her ears lowered a little, deference or acknowledgement or both. “We haven’t met.” The girl’s words were short and to the point, she didn’t see the need for flair or fuss like her mother or brother. She afforded the woman the respect she was due and introduced herself succinctly. “I’m Wisteria Valentine.”

“Sorry about the mare.” She shrugged, her gaze wandering to the proud gold horse who greeted those that remained in their stalls. “She just kinda does what she wants to.”

Last edited by Wisteria Valentine on Thu May 23, 2019 10:49 am, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Wed May 22, 2019 11:20 pm

The palomino mare brushed past her, and her shoulder jostled Khael as she moved to avoid the fat little goat. The contact almost unbalanced the never-unbalanced jackal, whose ears pinned severely and whose lips curled with an under-the-breath curse. She might have struck the horse had its apparent owner not been standing gawking at her.

Khael turned her ember eyes on the girl instead, narrow. Her posture was tense with suppressed violence for a heartbeat before that slackened, along with her expression, into more appropriate indifference.

The girl was no one to her, though she knew of Khael—unsurprising due to her rank and race, but Khael would forgive anyone who didn't know her name. She was hardly among the most social of Salsolans, content to play house with Tink, rather than weave her claws too tightly into the thread of society and favors. She wondered if she'd missed this child growing up in the Kingdom, or if she lived in Portland.

Her lips tightened in acknowledgment. She knew the name Valentine, its connections to other houses in the pack, but she could not place anything more specific.

That pale golden fur, though...

The girl apologized about the horse, shrugging like it was inevitable. Khael narrowed her eyes again and allowed that flicker of frustration to resurface.

"And you let her do whatever she wants to?"

but between my soft hands they die.
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POSTED: Thu May 23, 2019 11:30 am

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Her golden hair's messy bun was sodden and lopsided, stray hairs stuck to her face and dripped water into her eyes. She rubbed the irritation away and raked the stray hair to the sides. She was pulling out the ties that bound the bulk of her hair as Khael looked on, malevolent, violent in the background. Gold hair like the chaff of wheat spilled gently down her back and shoulders in disarray. The girl scowled as she pawed the strands into some semblance of order.

Meanwhile, the gold mare paused to drink from a trough further down the barn, as if she hadn't just shoulder-checked a luperci. And Wisteria's eyes passed between the Warden and the mare. "She didn't hurt you." The girl said matter-of-factly, perhaps impetuously. "And I don't let her do anything. She's not even mine." The mare had been following her ever since she'd joined. Wisteria had no say where she went or what she did, the horse did not obey her commands. She wasn't her owner. Was she? "Not really." It was less clear by the day. Each morning when Wisteria rose she'd find the horse alongside the home she shared with her brother. Every morning, she was always there. Ever since...

Wisteria pushed the memory away to inadviseably contest the Warden further. "Besides, If you're so upset by a horse, what are you doing in a barn?" She spared a glance outside as the rain still poured, forcing her to remain between downpour and Khael.

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