The queens we're playing for wouldn't interest you

Eve

POSTED: Wed Jan 03, 2018 1:27 pm

Hustlers shootin' eight-ball
Throwin' darts at the wall
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It was cold again outside, and again that drove him inside. This time there was no artistry box commandeering a table in the corner, no reals of parchment covered in sketches and colours. Just Honrin, a flagon of spiced mead and a chessboard. It had intrigued him, the battle of wills and the bluffs and rather than stealing Fenris' board Honrin had jury-rigged his own with a medium level of success.

With charcoal pencil he had created the familiar checker-pattern on a piece of thin leather that he now had draped over the table. The pieces were just small pillars of antler with either charcoal or chalk smeared into them, and the relevant piece initial carved into its top. He picked up the larger white one with a Q etched in to its top surface and frowned down at it.

He took a drink from his mead and moved the pieces into their specifically separate boxes. Black and white. If only things were so simple in life. As he leaned forwards, his hat slid further on his head and he pushed it back with an unconscious gesture. Playing against himself was an excellent way to practice the gambits against himself.

He delved into his solitude, only an ear turning or a whisker twitching as noises caught his brief attention. The Courthouse was always busy with canines coming and going.

Speech. Thinking.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii

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POSTED: Sun Jan 07, 2018 1:03 pm

The cloudless sky foretold of a unspeakably cold day, even for one clothed in a thick coat of Everett’s ancestry. The male would use this day to tend to tasks that required him to be indoors; such as organising the pack’s supplies, polishing, cleaning and any number of myriad domestic duties. The work might not have been enticing to some, but the repetitive nature of it soothed the scholar’s over-active mind. The signs of this were subtle - the constant twitch of his ears as he listened to his surroundings, or the way his eyes would glance in a direction at a sudden sound, and then drift away.

The male’s thoughts turned to the comfort of his packmates’. Was anyone running short of candles, writing utensils or some other essential? With this thought in mind, he placed several beeswax candles in a leather pouch and attached it to his hip. Heat and light were a necessary in the long dark nights of winter, and their uses were twofold he knew. Light with which to see by, and warmth to keep the chill at bay. Everett hoped that his candles, as simple and unadorned as they might be, would fill another’s life with comfort and cheer.

With those errands tidied up, the scholar set his sights upon a distraction. An opportunity to clear his thoughts from domiciliary matters. His footfalls padded softly on the stairs as he descended, with one arm touching the banister. The Great Hall filled his vision, a cavernous room that befitted its title. Long tables dominated the space, with chairs of varying heights and styles had been placed alongside. There were a few cavaliers making use of the interior to avoid the harsh conditions outside, but his eyes settled on the pale coat of Honrin.

The space echoed with the buzz and chatter of a large pack going about its business. Everett approached the seat the Wolfe-Denahili son occupied and canted his head to one side. The other was engaged in a game that the scholar was fairly familiar with; this game board had been fashioned by Honrin himself from appearances alone. He smiled as he took in the efforts the other male had shaped, his voice low and unobtrusive. “Hello Honrin. What is this you have made?”

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POSTED: Tue Feb 27, 2018 3:51 am

Hustlers shootin' eight-ball
Throwin' darts at the wall
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So deep in his mental acrobatics was he that he scarcely noticed the arrival of someone new to the hall. Others were always coming and going, using the Courthouse as a communal gathering place or, somewhere to just spend time and work on projects outside of the home. Brows creased together in concentration, Honrin's paw reached out to move forwards one of the black pieces, a pawn, diagonally and took the white rook with a flourish.

Eyes flicked up to the small scholarly male and Honrin grinned, gesturing to the seat across the table from him.

"Everett.. it's called chess. Fenrir showed it to me a while ago. You ever heard of it?"

Honrin's paws began to work across the board, resetting the pieces back to their original positions, black against white. He knew the pale fellow was working hard with his Mahn in attempts to learn more of the warrior's skills and as he finished moving the pieces the muscles in his arms were taut and strong from that very same training, his mother did not take kindly to slackers, least of all in her own children.

Speech. Thinking.

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·AM I DREAMING·

POSTED: Sun Mar 04, 2018 5:08 pm

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Honrin was so absorbed in his game that he did not seem to register Everett’s approach at first. He watched as the other moved a dark piece across the board diagonally, and wondered why. Another piece, this one white, was held aloft before the arctic man looked up. Golden eyes met his blue ones, and gestured for him to take a seat opposite.

His whiskers twitched as it caught the spicy notes of mead in the Wolfe-Denahli’s cup. “Out of curiosity, what are you drinking?” Word was that the male had knowledge of brewing alcohol, and he wondered if the contents of the mug were the fruits of Honrin's own labours.

Once he was seated, he placed his hands on the rough tabletop. Honrin beamed at the scholar as he introduced the game as ‘chess’ and mentioned another Cavalier that he wasn’t overly familiar with yet. Everett tilted his head to the side as he looked the board and its pieces over; he had seen something of its like before. “‘Afraid not. I feel as though I have seen something akin to it however.”

Everett rested the heel of his palm on his chin as he watched the man clear the board. Interest glittered in pale orbs as carved figures of both shadow and light gathered on crosswise from each other. “Hmm, do the pieces represent combatants, say an army perhaps, facing one another?"

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