Shadows settle on the place that you left

POSTED: Fri Sep 25, 2015 9:16 pm

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Kennedy looked out to where Vesper had walked off for a few moments longer before looking back to Abigaël and gestured silently with his head for her and the sheep to come across the border, waiting for them to walk forward before turning away and starting a bee's line for the mansion.

"Vesper isn't usually like... that," he said quietly, slowly, to the woman that was following him. He didn't even know what that was. The distance that the Centurion showed was unlike her, and his mind was still trying to catch up and process what it could mean. The war could have been a reason, it was most likely the reason. But something didn't add up, something that Kennedy was out of the know about.

He shook his head of the thoughts. He had a job to do, even if he was halfheartedly given to him. "Don't worry about it, though. She probably has a lot on her mind, what with the tensions and all." Again, he was downplaying the gravity of the situation.

"Do you used to stay in buildings where you came from? If not, we have some caverns not far from here. A lot of clanmates sleep there, too." Kennedy just assumed that she was more on the civil side—her appearance at the borders in her Optime form and in the company of a sheep made him take that guess.

"And if you prefer to not to sleep under a rock, either, then you can camp somewhere about the territory or make your home wherever within the borders. That's what I do." It felt more natural to him to sleep where he decided to lay down. It helped sate his restlessness.

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POSTED: Fri Sep 25, 2015 9:56 pm

kind of rambled o_O (+300)

Abigaël might have been a bit foolish to expect more during her joining. She shook her head slightly, clearing her mind of her invasive doubt. The conflict with Cour des Miracles was the problem, not her, even if her head wanted to make her believe that. She would make this place her home, she thought.

The coywolf saw Kennedy gesture with his head. He wanted her to cross the border. "Baby steps, now," she thought. A click of her tongue caught Junior's attention, and he followed her without complaint. Together, they crossed the border. Nothing was really different, and yet it felt like everything was different. To her, at least.

Following Kennedy, he spoke slowly and quietly to her. She could tell even he was confused by the Vesper's behavior. That was strange. He reassured her with his words, and while she wasn't completely convinced, Abigaël nodded in supposed understanding. The coywolf remained silent, however. She had never been one to speak out of turn, or to speak when nothing needed to be said.

They were headed to a mansion, her new packmate had said. She was intrigued, not ever having been in one before, and listened intently until he asked a question. "Sometimes," she answered.

She wasn't surprised to hear about Kennedy's sleeping arrangements. It suited him, as far as she could tell, really. Abigaël hesitated before she decided to speak. "I tended to sleep near the, uh, sheep when I was able to. But, I still stayed in the home,mostly," She said. There was no flock for her to tend to yet, so for now she considered camping out somewhere like Kennedy did. She didn't want to leave Junior alone, assuming animals weren't exactly allowed in the mansion.

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POSTED: Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:24 pm

Abigaël remained quiet as he spoke about Vesper. He could only imagine what she must have been thinking. Accepted (if he was being generous for the Centurion's benefit) into a clan in the middle of a war with no comment from one of its leaders. Worries and concerns ranging from the scarred coywolf's well-being to the Shepard's impression of Inferni bumped around in his head.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he walked and silently exhaled through his nose. He needed to focus on something else, a distraction.

So they spoke about sleeping arrangements. He turned his head with a lifted brow when she mentioned sleeping near sheep, and he slowed his pace a little so that he was walking beside her. "So, working with sheep," he prompted, his tone not disguising his curiosity and slight humor. "You are a shepherd, by name and trade." It tickled his fancy, and he gave a tiny flash of a smile.

"Inferni has a flock of sheep, along with goats and things like that. You'll hear them before you see them—they all wear this collar thing that makes noises when they walk. They're free to roam, and usually Farai watches over them. He's the local jackass." Kennedy snorted at his own joke, and then explained, "A donkey, in other words."

The trees began to thin out, and he looked ahead of them to see the tip of a building come into sight. "The mansion's called D'Neville. Most of the civilized coyote live here, but Vesper and her mate, Myrika—that's the Aquila, the main leader—they live in the Great Village." He did not mean to ramble, but he simply found the words tumbling from his lips, and forced himself to pause for Abigaël to process the information.

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POSTED: Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:28 pm

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She was thinking of home the next time she heard Kennedy speak. It wasn't exactly a home, though. It never felt like one. Abigaël preferred to call it a "place of residence" when she spoke, or more frequently, thought of it. She almost missed the place.

Almost. The stability hadn't been worth the trouble. She was glad to be free of the place. The more she thought about it, the more she felt happy to have joined Inferni. Even if it was a bit early to celebrate.

She glanced down to her side, where Kennedy walked beside her. She quirked an eyebrow at the amusement she heard in his voice, and at the smile he showed. Abigaël gave a snort of laughter, "So, that's funny to you?" She returned the smile, finding the coincidence at least the tiniest bit amusing.

The coywolf listened curiously to her pack-mate as he spoke of the clan's herd. Sheep collars were knew to her. In her head, the idea actually made sense. With the noise, it would be easier to keep track of the creatures."Farai?" she squinted, confused. "Is he a literal donkey or...?"

She spoke, and Kennedy looked ahead of where they were. She could see the tip of a building enter their line of sight when she turned her head, too. The closer she got, the more excited and nervous she became. Abigaël wondered if the other pack members would act strange, too. She wouldn't blame them if they did, it was their right to do so in a time of conflict. The coywolf could still hope, however.

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POSTED: Sat Sep 26, 2015 12:05 am

"Yeah, it's pretty funny. I don't know, there's just something about its irony." When it was someone besides himself being poked at about his name, Kennedy was able to find amusement in it. He did not mind when he was on the other side of the jibbing, though his defensiveness would suggest otherwise, but it was a nice change of pace that someone else bore this "burden."

Abigaël seemed confused when he mentioned Farai, and he glanced up at as she asked if he was a literal donkey or not. His smile widened and twisted into a playful smirk. "Well, he's technically a burro. But it's the same difference, right?" Without waiting for her to answer his rhetorical question, he increased his speed and trotted ahead of her as the trees broke to reveal D'Neville.

Kennedy walked through the main entrance, past the honeysuckle-covered fence and through the overgrown front lawn of the mansion. "We can give this place a quick look through, see if there's any free rooms that you fancy," the Fisher said as he padded up the front steps and stood before the closed door. "They're mostly the same, though, so there's not much to choose from—they all come with a bed, sometimes they have stuff previous members left behind. It's nothing fancy, but it's home for some."

He paused and looked at the woman and then to the sheep. "There's a section in the garden they keep the animals in sometimes. I would suggest getting him a collar like the rest, unless you are planning to eat him." He sounded casual, as if the thought wasn't unusual.

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POSTED: Sat Sep 26, 2015 12:40 am

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Abigaël huffed at the coyote's amusement at her name and trade. She had to admit, it was a bit funny. Her father, and his father before him had been shepherds, too, so it was only natural they adopted the title for their own family's name. Though, apparently, It was spelled differently from "shepherd"(Not that she would know--She didn't know how to read or write).

She smiled, amused at Kennedy's answer regarding Farai, but he gave her no time to respond verbally. He trotted at a quicker pace, and she followed with Junior close behind. They broke through the treeline, and there was D'Neville. The coywolf stopped in her tracks to look at the mansion, slightly in awe at its size and structure. Her admiration was short lived, needing to catch up with the coyote again, where they stopped at the door.

Abigaël listened, and she was rather interested, until Junior was brought up. She rolled her eyes,"He is not food." She paused before she spoke again.

"I'll get him one, ..but I don't think I would want to stay here. Maybe somewhere else?" She shrugged. Her sleeping arrangements weren't too big of a deal to her. She had slept in all sorts of places during her days of wandering. A building with multiple rooms, and multiple people living in those rooms just wasn't something she was used to.

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POSTED: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:09 am

Kennedy paused once in his advancement towards the mansion to look behind him and caught the look of awe on the woman's face. Admittedly, he did not share the same reaction she had when he first saw all of D'Neville's grandeur.

Perhaps, to word it better, he had a lack of any reaction. Some would accuse him that he did not have taste, that he should be impressed that something so large was still standing, but it looked like any other dinky building to him. He could say that all the nature was somewhat pretty, but that was about it.

Abigaël was enthralled as he spoke about the mansion, but he immediately lost her when he spoke about eating the lamb. It was a bait question on his part—he knew the woman would react, and he listened with attention as she said he wasn't food, but offered nothing else to explain the presence of the black sheep. It almost made him pout that he got nothing more out of her, but he wasn't too bothered. He could always ask about it, like any normal canine.

The Shepard spoke about her uncertainty about staying in D'Neville, and he nodded in understanding. "Not your thing, I see. Maybe I can show you the sheep?" The Fisher walked down the steps and started for the forest again, his pace slow so that she could consider his suggestion. "I think they were around the Great Village when I last checked—you can sleep with them for the night if we can't find anything for you." He was partly joking, but he did silently wonder if Abigaël would seriously take up that offer.

Speaking of the sheep, Kennedy finally caved in. "What is it with him, anyway? Your sheep, I mean. Like... what's his purpose?"

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POSTED: Sat Sep 26, 2015 3:14 pm

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She had lived in rural areas the majority of her life. Mostly on plains, specifically prairies, where things were flat and predictable. They had homes, but as the family's shepherd, she spent much of her time outside among the flock. Large buildings and structures like D'Neville were intriguing to her. Still, the thought of living under the roof of such a building unnerved her. Maybe it was the building, or even the idea of having housemates.

It was rare for Abigaël to express her discomfort. Her previous environments hadn't made doing that very safe, for her or her wages. But something about being in Inferni now made her less apprehensive. So she spoke up, half expecting Kennedy to dismiss her. Except he didn't. Instead, he offered to show her the sheep. Inferni's flock.

Immediately, Abigaël's demeanor shifted. It seemed as if it brightened. "Yes, I'd like to see them," she replied. Maybe her enthusiasm about it was a little weird, but she couldn't help it. The flocks she had taken care of in the past had been her wards, her confidants, even her friends. Being around them had been a place of safety, as these seemingly unintelligent animals cared not for who or what she was. She was so comfortable among them, that Kennedy's slight joke didn't register with her. "I'd be fine with that," she nodded. When the weather was appropriate, and when she had led the flock a bit farther from her residence than usual, sleeping near the herd wasn't something that was unfamiliar to her.

He brought up Junior, again. For once, he didn't suggest her sheep to be eaten. "He's my friend," she tilted her head, "Besides his future wool, he has no other purpose. I suppose you could call him my pet."

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POSTED: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:36 am

Instantly, Abigaël perked up when there was the mention of sheep. Kennedy beamed a small smile to her and turned around and started west for the village. Everyone had their interests, no matter how obscure, and the Fisher was quietly pleased that it seemed that she had already found her niche in the clan in a matter of minutes.

And with seriousness, she agreed to sleeping with the sheep. The coymutt had to withhold a snort, but he did not judge her severely. It found it odd, admittedly, but mostly out of confusion—did she not fear being stepped on or getting a face-full of wool?

But he kept these amusing thoughts to himself and looked at the Shepard attentively as she spoke about her black lamb. She called it a friend. Now at this Kennedy openly scoffed at. "But they're prey animals! Why would you want a prey animal for a pet when you could eat it? Hypothetically speaking, of course."

They came upon the River Lethe, but the path Kennedy led them on brought them to the most shallow part of the river so that they could cross. He paused at the banks and paused his playful scolding to look up at Abigaël. "I'd recommend holding your 'pet,' the water's a little chilly." He himself slipped into the water without second thought, the level rising enough to touch the fur of his belly, and sprang through the river to the other side.

"Does that sheep of your's have a name, at least?"

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POSTED: Mon Sep 28, 2015 10:01 pm

ken u butt (+320)

Abigaël had always been the type to keep to herself. From the day she was born, she was a quiet child. That child eventually grew into a quiet adult. She never had many friends, at least, who weren't livestock. Maybe it was on purpose, or maybe it came with the job of sheepherding. Either way, it never really bothered her. What did bother her, though, was others almost mocking the great care she had for her wards, or Junior in this case. She furrowed her brows, but remained quiet as she followed Kennedy. She wouldn't say that she had never eaten a sheep, because she had, when it was necessary. Otherwise, it made her uncomfortable. The sheep were providers of wool to her, and that was where they were most useful. Besides the level of care she felt for her wards, eating them beyond necessity was never something she understood.

Soon, they arrived at a river. At first, she wondered if Kennedy would have her swim across it with him, but as the water became shallower, the thought dissipated. She glanced to Junior behind her as her pack-mate referenced him. Despite her annoyance at the teasing of her friendship with her pet, she agreed with the Sciens. Abigaël turned to her friend, and gently lifted him into her arms, receiving a bleat in response. The coywolf petted his head, and quickly turned to follow Kennedy across the river. She was less than pleased at the moisture clinging to her legs, but at least she hadn't had to swim.

Her ears pricked at the coyote's question. She wondered if he would poke fun at her naming her sheep, too. Still, she answered. "His name is Junior," she answered, setting the young lamb back on the ground beside her. He had it very easy, she thought, seeing how dry she had managed to keep him.

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