we found our sweet disaster

p. Emmett

POSTED: Sun Jan 08, 2017 4:41 am

Midmorning, light snowfall, borders (+636)

Wandering was not an odd thing for Bayani to do. Yet, wandering on horseback, that was a little stranger.

Perfectly capable of transportation on his own two feet, rarely did the male dabble in horseflesh. He knew the basics of care and riding, yes, his mother had made sure of that; it was an essential skill for any successful merchant (as she had once hoped to be his area of expertise) to know. And so it was not because he had a lack of understanding the horses that he avoided them, it was only he did not feel it necessary. On horseback, one was intimidating at first glance. On horseback, it was not quite so easy to swoon the cautious damsel for her immediate impression of an intimidating traveler. And he enjoyed the walking, even should it take longer. But the intruders and the attacks had the mottled dog on a frustrating, fragile edge of fear. He did not like to be fearful, as it was weak. But he was afraid for Primrose, his sister of many days, and her recent encounters with the behemoths at Salsola's scent line. That, he did not like. And so, unable to avoid his wanderlust to delve into the territory, this particular morning the thief had chosen to take a mount from Marrgerd. But not any old steed- he sought a most particular horse.

"Caprice." He smiled at the appaloosa, memories of a swift escape in the midst of a dark night rising fondly to the forefront of his mind. She was not his horse, though he may have enjoyed such an idea. Bayani had stolen her and then gifted her to the thistle kingdom upon the day of his entrance, a most necessarily luxurious gift for a lowly male thief. But she had proven to be loyal and sure-footed in the few days Bay and Rose had traversed ground with her, and so the blue dog had a particular secret soft spot for the peculiarly marked appaloosa. Offering her a handful of the particularly freshest hay, Bayani saddled up the mare, swung himself atop with gentle grip of the reins, and then urged her into an easy run from the confines of Salsola's horse pastures and into the wood.

Bayani flipped up the furred hood of his coat as the faintest flakes of snow began to lazily drift in front of his nose, unruffled by the minor inconvenience. Caprice was eager to keep moving beneath him, and Bayani needed not even do much handling of her reins as they continued to weave between trees and roots. The sun had climbed only slightly in the gray-sheeted sky as a watery circle by the time they reached the kingdom's trap-lined borders. It was not where the Family member had expected to go, but where his mental intuition had taken him, undeniably curious at what he may find despite vicious reports of unkind visitors. At the present moment, the scent lines seemed dead in the descent of light snowfall. Bayani stared with distrust and mismatched eyes into the neutral forest, ever so carefully watching for movement. That was, until he came upon a particularly interesting scene. With a tug on the reins, Caprice stopped and sounded a low and unnerved whinny, her own animal-esque intuition quick to sense the disturbance. The bark of a particular pine had been ripped into unpleasant shreds on its east-facing side, and what remained of the once-proud tree stood next to a bare patch of torn-up earth, the snow once covering it thrown in sullied assailants at surrounding tree-trunks. Bayani spotted dark marks that looked suspiciously like blood clotting the dirt in an unpleasant way, and it was all he could do to dip his ears to his head and glare into the silent forest beyond.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 30, 2017 2:47 pm

Emmett de le Poer
Count your blessings
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Sorry this is terrible and super late <3
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Till had told him that riding was a valuable skill. That he needed to practice and become at least adept at being able to use a horse. It had been painfully obvious during their journey from Portland that Emmett was as about as inexperienced as they come. Just one step above someone who had never sat on a horse before. He knew some of the basics, they needed to be brushed and cleaned and their hooves checked for stones. Something else too about stomach issues and sucking air. He wouldn't remember, it had never been important to him before. In truth he saw the horses more as food than he did a riding animal. When he had mentioned this Till simply stared at him. He rolled his shoulders, gripping the reins of Maschine more tightly.

Till's horse was very well tempered however, this one he could trust not to buck him off or rear and throw him. He had narrowly avoided his foot being stepped on though when he had saddled up although he thought that was an accident of placement rather than the equine being malevolent towards him. He left his cloak at home this time although still wore the leather jerkin and belt, from it hung a crude bone knife and a skin for water.

He focused more on his posture and stride, letting the horse wander around where it wanted to but he was focused on the movements and to keep himself straight, his natural inclination was to slouch in the saddle. Apparently this was bad for both horse and rider? He really had no clue but was willing to listen to the voice of the more experienced.

Blood though, blood made him sit up straighter and look around with sharpened eyes. His nose twitched as he sniffed at the air and he squeezed his heels into the horse's sides, urging the beast forwards quicker. He was a wildling man to know the forests and its ways, to be attuned to the scent of blood lest it should mean a meal for him. He spotted the other horse and rider and pulled back on the reigns to slow down Maschine.

Pewter eyes slid to the damaged tree and the sights of a possible scuffle. He grimaced and turned to the other male,

"Trouble?" His ears slicked back against his head, body tensing. Even though he had only been here several days there was still the strong wolf instinct to protect his territory, and chase away trespassers with a sharp warning. It burned within him, fiery hot. He was the wild personified.

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THE NORTH REMEMBERS

POSTED: Fri Feb 03, 2017 12:59 am

With Boreas NPC Edwige! (+483)

He was dull for sitting there. Atop a horse with only a knife in his pocket and a very amateur set of combat skills. Bayani Grimm was not a fighter- he was a master of charisma and getting what he wanted through use of words. He could throw a punch or brandish a blade when it so called, and look formidable when doing so, but in reality, he wouldn't be able to hold his own against a rabbit. So why did he sit there, staring at the painfully suspicious scene, staring into the dark forest peppered with slow spirals of lazy flakes? The answer was unclear. He felt frustrated, angered, vehement at the things that were threatening his safe haven and his sister's security. He could not fight them, but he wanted to face them. A very naive thing to hope for in his emotion-charged thoughts, indeed.

Luckily, before any evil could appear and strike him down from where he stood, a fellow Salsolan arrived at his right hand. This man was unfamiliar to him, most likely a newcomer from the brief glance that the blue dog offered. Then his monochromatic, darkened gaze was trained back on the sight of a scuffle. "Perhaps. May have just been a bear and its catch." Even as he said it, he knew that it wasn't true. Bears were not active at this season, and there was a much more legitimate threat that had been haunting the borders. This was the work of one of those wretched wolves, come to harass and lure any naive Salsolans that may so allow it.

Silence lapsed, and they watched the location for a long while. Eventually, Bayani decided that the coast was clear and began to walk along the scent-line once again. The stranger joined him on his impromptu patrol. "I don't believe we've met? I don't often see many men as newcomers around here." In the same instant that the last word left his mouth, something cracked to their right. Caprice spooked and shuffled her hooves, whinnying with white breath. Bayani pulled on her reins and stroked her neck to calm her, staring with hard eyes out into the forest once again. There, he beheld another scene almost identical to the last. A scratched-up tree trunk, with exposed dirt and traces of blood across the earth nearby. But only, this time, a figure emerged from the shadows. A woman with a hammer in her left hand and a dead rabbit in her right stopped to stand in the midst of the scene. She smiled at them. "Scared ya, did I?" She sneered, and Bayani froze. While fear created a raucous inside his head, his body reacted, drawing the knife from where it was stashed inside his pocket. He silently prayed that Caprice would not bolt. For now, the mare stood steady underneath him, regarding the stranger with uncertain eyes.

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