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POSTED: Mon Jul 24, 2017 2:59 pm

Word Count → 502 :: The Dampwoods, midday. Back-dated to early June.

Slender fingers twisted around the hind-legs of a limp rabbit, and paused as warmth permeated the little body. Everett swept his tongue across his jaw as he attached the rabbit to his belt, alongside two others and a squirrel he had successfully hunted earlier. His pale gaze swept upward, to the sky thick with clouds, to spy the window of blue that nestled between the treetops. From the brightening in the sky, he assumed he had been out for a good few hours already. The male had risen early, oddly untroubled by night terrors and with a mind full of purpose. For this jaunt, Everett had dressed simply in baggy trousers fastened at the ankle with a length of cloth, a loose shirt tucked into them and a thick leather belt replete with pouches and loops for hanging his prey from.

He crossed the distance between himself and the cream stallion, and touched Percival's nose gently. His horse went without tack, as Everett lacked knowledge of the subject and did not wish to unnecessarily harm the animal. Negotiating himself upon his steed's back was another matter. The male twined his fingers through the horse's mane and leapt ungainly up, and thanked the kindly group he had sheltered with that Percival was compact. For all of his master's artless handling, the steed kept still as limbs splayed astride his back and only uttered a soft nicker as the male found his seating. Verdant life enveloped the Dampwoods as horse and rider advanced, with the songs of birds above and the thump of hooves beneath.

Everett had not gone far when an ear perked, alerted by sounds of movement in the undergrowth and the shrill cries of birds. Myriad sounds rebounded from the thick trunks and padded on the earth. Something was coming. A blur of movement and colour flitted past Percival who skittered to the side. The pale male clung on to his horse's hair, and felt his legs tighten about the firm muscles of his steeds sides. A familiar scent of wildness, and of earth came over them as the wind shifted, and the sight that greeted his wide eyes almost caused him to topple from Percival's back. The wild woman, face contorted into a snarl, dashed past in pursuit of the smaller creature. It was likely he had disturbed her hunt, from the size and quickness of the blur she chased. What a good time to head back...

The stallion had other ideas as a magnificent equine followed behind, and the scholar marvelled as its immense hooves thundered over the ground as it passed. Percival lifted his head and nickered a greeting as he set off after his new friend. "Woah, Percival! Steady!" However, each stride the ebony horse made consisted of four of the pony's own, so the stallion quickened his pace to match. Everett could feel his body tighten against the rolling gait his horse took and gritted his teeth and his tried to relax into the movements.

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POSTED: Tue Jul 25, 2017 3:56 am

Don't let them tame you

"Haha! You can't catch me, Móðir!"

Valdís shook her head at her small child's antics, a not unkind gleam in her green eyes. Though the girl ran ahead at a breakneck speed ahead of them, visibility was clear enough that she felt comfortable letting her go. Valdís would remain behind with Hestur, a single hand close to his bridle to lead him along. Unlike her daughter, her horse was quite obedient. There wasn't much need for force with him.

"Móðir, come catch me!" The girl had turned on her mother, fur fluffed up as far as it would go. Her eyes were still bluish, but Valdís could swear they were almost purple now. It confused the woman who had grown up in a land of the hues of the forest. The pale coat of her child was foreign and the hues of it even more so. Red? On a canine? Before leaving her wood, she had never heard of such a thing. Now, it seemed to be almost commonplace. Here, she had seen yellows, whites, reds, and even silvers in furs. Eyes were even greater a myriad, one that Valdís never tired of looking at.Indignant at her mother's apparent indifference for the game, the coyote let out a loud huff before bolting across the path and into the brush where her mother would have to give chase or risk losing her forever. The leaves brushed against her, branches digging into her fur, trying to gain purchase. None of it dared stop her!

Valdís wasted only a moment in widening her eyes in horror before she dropped Hestur's reins and sprinted after her daughter who knew no fear. Her body hunched over in a most undignified manner, variegated eyes peering deep into the foliage to look for tell-tale glimpses of fur. Without stopping, she glanced up at the horse that her child ran in front of, heart seizing in her chest. "Þú ert að fara að fá þig drepinn!" Gales of laughter were her only response.

Only Hestur paused before the duo whose day had just been abruptly changed by their arrival. He hesitated before the white horse, huffing out an invitation to join them, for his mistress and child were so entertaining to watch how could he not offer? The smaller pony took him up on that offer, regardless of his master's wishes, and away they all went. Two adults and two horses all in mad pursuit of one child.

It was only when the girl began to tire that Valdís was able to lunge forward and pin her to the ground with a fierce snarl. One hand held the girl while the other gripped her scruff tightly. Once she was certain of her hold, Valdís stood up and held her wayward child at eye level. Hestur and his new friend had to break around her; they couldn't stop fast enough, but they circled around to a stop to watch the woman discipline her daughter.

"Just how far did you think you could get?"

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POSTED: Mon Jul 31, 2017 5:47 pm

Word Count → 568 :: I'm sorry for the wait! <3

The man's grip upon his steed had grown tenuous as Percival bounded after his eager companion. He emitted a squeal of pleasure and kicked back with his hind-legs, which abruptly unseated his rider from his back. Ears caught the quick thump of trodden earth as the horse abandoned the silvery male to the earth. Everett's field of vision spun as his senses adjusted to being grounded, with a hiss between his jaws. He had landed on his side, and pain blossomed in the old wound of his shoulder. A hand rose to clutch at the scar, and he tensed as it throbbed dully beneath his fingertips. The cut had been treated as best as both he and Olivia could have managed, but it was still a thick knot of exposed skin that marred his ugly body. Everett groaned as he rolled gingerly into a sitting position as he waited for the waves of pain to dissipate.

The stallion trailed after his new companion, all senses drawn toward the other horse. Dark eyes roved further ahead, as canine scents filled Percival's nostrils. His new friend carried their smell about him too, and whilst it was vastly unlike his master's, he was not going to allow a minor detail spoil his fun. The figures they were seemingly following came to a stop abruptly, and the horses with them. Percival curved around the female and child and settled alongside the darker horse. He raised his head and called out to his master to join them.

The silver gentleman trailed slowly behind, when his ears caught Percival's nicker. He expelled air loudly as he silently cursed the animal. Everett had regarded the traders he had stayed with as benevolent, particularly in gifting him with such a fine steed. Oh, how appearances can mislead. The male licked his lips as he tried to bolster his courage for the encounter that awaited him once he tracked down Percival. His scent was close, but it was also mixed in with one that was mildly familiar and another that was not. What were the chances of meeting the huntress again after their ill-fated encounter? Everett shivered despite the warmth of the day. The woman had disturbed and impressed him equally; how was he to maintain contact with her?

There was only one conclusion to the question, as the gentleman drew close to where the group had gathered. Everett bared his paled throat to the female, whilst keeping his body small and unthreatening. He vaguely registered the dirt that stained his shirt and brushed at it with a downturned head. "I do apologise my lady. My horse, you will have doubtless already noticed, is quite a flighty creature. Come along now, 'Val." The horse's ears twitched at its nickname, but he did not move otherwise. Everett craned his head at the sounds of a struggle.

Pale eyes widened as she watched the dark woman launch herself upon the smaller creature, prey he had assumed, and hold it toward it face. The male blinked as he tried to study whatever it was she held tightly in one hand, fear momentarily discarded. Why would his horse not heed him? Now would have been an opportune time to leave the woman and her wriggling prize be. As much as Everett wished to simply walk over and remove his horse and himself from proceedings, it felt inopportune currently. Percival, please. Let us be gone.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 03, 2017 12:31 am

Don't let them tame you

"Móðir, you found me!" The girl in her mother's grasp giggled triumphantly as if pretending it had all been a game of hide and seek would somehow vanish the woman's wrath. It was a trick she tried often and one that rarely worked. For whatever reason, that last part never seemed to dissuade the pale coyote.

"Yes, I found you after you almost got yourself trampled by a horse!" The woman pointed at the pale thing that stood next to Hestur, who whinnied at her, believing it himself she was pointing at. As she turned her torso to point, her eyes caught the small pony and locked onto it, brow furrowing in disbelief. Her daughter mimicked the expression, but broke into gales of laughter at the sternness of it. "Móðir, silly, that's too small to be a horse! It must be a deer." Valdís cocked her head, slowly considering it. The girl might be right... She'd never seen a horse so small.

Regardless, the issue at hand was her child. She shock her pale hair in frustration, returning to growling at the fearless girl in her hand. "Whatever it is, it almost stepped on you. You are too small to be-" It was that moment that the wind shifted and an almost familiar scent hit her. Briefly, it registered that he had spoken to her during her pursuit, but Valdís had blatantly ignored it, believing him to be speaking to his wayward steed.

The woman glared over her shoulder at the silvery intruder, her fierce eyes burning at him. She remembered him. One eye brow cocked as she brought her child to her chest to cradle her, but her grip remained just as tight. Slowly, she twisted her body towards him and leaned on one leg confidently. "Do you have business with me?" Her voice was sharper and far more curt than when she'd spoken to her daughter.

"Móðir, I bet he thinks you're pretty like Inca did." Her daughter laughed happily at the prospect. Who didn't think her Móðir was beautiful? Everyone stared, so it must be true. "Hey, Móðir can he be my friend? Maybe he likes tattoos like Rowtag!" Small tail wagging against her mother's ribcage, she turned her incessant prattle towards her newest best friend. "Hey Mister do you-"

Valdís was not in the mood to allow her daughter certain freedoms and talking to this particular man was one of them. He'd seen too much. Her large hand closed over her daughter's muzzle, muffling her voice and later the indignant screeches the child attempted to express. "If you are done staring...?" The question for him to leave was unspoken but written all over her scornful face. Her eyes occasionally flitted down his body to take in more details of his loud dress. The patterns, the jewelry, the gaudy opulence that spoke of wealth and heathenism. It was enough to make her head hurt just seeing him.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 12, 2017 9:32 am

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Glacial orbs flickered upward as Everett's scent and approach were picked up by the huntress. She glared at him from over a shoulder; effectively imprisoning him to where he stood. His tongue massaged his nose and jaws as he glanced at the ground, suddenly aware that the female had fixed her sights upon him. The gentleman became aware of a distinctly canine scent that melded with the dominant tang of wild woods and herbs that clung to the dark-pelted wolfdog. The gentleman moved his head gently upward, and settled upon the pup that was nestled between a white fingered hold. The sight of the child was surprising enough, were it not for the motherly gesture the wild woman demonstrated. This moment of wonder was short-lived however, when the male observed the stranger's movements toward him. Perhaps she was unaware of the sinuous grace her body moved in; it put Everett in mind of the stillness of a serpent before it struck its unfortunate victim. The mere act of turning her body to face him exhibited the lean muscles of her thighs and calves.

A sharp, mildly accented remark met his down-turned ears. Unable to articulate a coherent response amidst the quickening tide of fear that welled up beneath the surface, he was grateful for the high-pitched interruption. The male glanced in the direction the little voice had come from. His lips curled as the cub laughed, a beautiful bell-like sound that was greatly at odds with the hauteur of the dark female and the influence she was capable of exerting over him. The girl chattered despite the obvious tension between the adults, and Everett could not restrain the sigh of relief that comes when one does not realise they had been holding their breath. The child's face and body lit up and wriggled with unrestrained energy as she asked her guardian if the silver male could be a friend.

She seemed to be as taken with Everett as he was of her; as he was about to engage with the pup, the woman's hand wrapped itself about the child's mouth. "No! Let her speak." His voice rang out, but the male did not recognise it as his own. His protestation at the cub's treatment was certain to antagonise the huntress further. Damn it all. The gentleman was left with the sensation that he had waded in to deep into a situation whereby there was a slim chance of escape. The woman's response came swiftly after, her tone of dismissal clear. The silver male baulked at the suggestion he had been openly staring at the woman like some bawdy fool, but truly his main concern was for the girl and her well-being. Whilst he did not understand the term she had used, it was obvious familiar relationship between the two.

A voice echoed in his mind, which implored him to leave it be. Glacial orbs, darkened by worry cast a long look at the cub before they drifted toward his unruly mount. Whilst Percival's master approached him and his new friend, he had started to nibble the other stallion's shoulder. His teeth had made quick work of the dirt and dust that clung to the fine hairs of the darker steed; he had enjoyed himself today. Cream ears twitched as Everett stroked a hand along his neck, and he snorted as long fingers twined through his mane. "It is time to go." The stallion whinnied, and shuffled out of the dog's reach until he had positioned himself at Hestur's other side. The gentleman remained motionless, his gaze upon the monstrously large horse which had suddenly become a barrier between horse and rider. "Percival, please!"

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