a joyous homecoming

Weaver

POSTED: Sat Dec 19, 2015 3:07 pm

Here you go. This is my first post with her, so I'm sorry if it's a little awkward.

The silver girl's bright green eyes swept the scene before her. The sun's fresh new rays hit the clouds and stained them every shade of pink, yellow, orange, red, and purple that the mind could imagine. It rose in the east, framed by trees, while the moon still hung in the lightening sky above. It clung to it's throne in the sky, not willing to give it up without a fight even though the stars had already faded away one by one. It was a beautiful sight that lay before her, but for Hallow it was made all the more beautiful for being within the confines of her pack. She had been away at the Outpost for far too long.

Hallow took in a deep, clear breath before turning away from the magnificent sunrise. Silsi nickered to her softly as she faced him. Smiling softly, she offered her hand to him and he nuzzled it fondly. They had grown closer with every passing day since her departure from their homeland. Once, he had been stubborn and unyielding to her. Now, he relished in her attentions and, though still not anywhere near completely obedient, he was eager to do as she asked. That is, whenever their wishes were in alignment at least. Hallow had once dreaded his obstinance, but she had grown to appreciate his spunky independence as what made him unique. Their relationship was an odd one, but it was strong nonetheless.

This morning, Hallow had risen earlier than she normally did she was so anxious to return. Smiling to her mount, she swiftly pulled herself into the saddle and turned him towards Salsola. Gently nudging him into a fast lope, the trees melted behind her and she soon crossed the border. As the smells of Salsola enveloped her, Hallow closed her vivid green eyes and allowed herself to feel the land rather than see it. Silsi gradually slowed to a walk. Sighing, Hallow opened her eyes once more. It was best to not leave Silsi to his own devices for too long.

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POSTED: Sun Dec 20, 2015 2:33 am

+300 It's all good. No worries <3.

Weaver hadn't spent nearly enough time with his horse as he should have since coming to Salsola along with his sister. Sure Beurre hung out around his home, but that seemed to be the extent of her presence in the tawny man's life. Perhaps it was time to give her the attention that he had been neglecting since coming to Salsola. He had taken some time in the morning to take care of her coat, making sure she looked as good as he could make her. She didn't hold much natural beauty, though he did attach a couple of accessories to help pretty her appearance. It seemed to have been working for her so far, and she didn't seem bothered by it. It brought a smile to the man's face. He did care for his animal company.

The hybrid wasn't done with her yet though. He moved to her side, carefully climbing up onto her back and carefully rode her out along towards the borders of Salsola. He had decided against bringing his musical instrument this time, not wanting to attract too much attention from outside of the pack. He didn't wish to make his teacher look bad because he had done something so stupid. It would be better to see if anyone just happened by rather than luring someone in like he was used to doing.

As the pair passed along, Weaver caught the sight of someone coming towards the Thistle Kingdom. It was another on horseback, though she was much lighter than he was. Her fur was white and had bright green eyes. They reminded him of certain other members of Salsola. He grinned, leaning gently against Beurre, and turning his gaze on the female, And who might you be ma chérie?

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POSTED: Mon Dec 21, 2015 1:38 am

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Hallow noticed Silsi's reaction to Beurre before she noticed the Luperci who stood beside her. The blue stallion had begun to prance and stand taller. His gait got rougher as her tried to break into a trot, but Hallow was having none of his tomfoolery today. She gritted her teeth in a snarl and kept her hold on him tight. He could make a fool of himself later, when she wasn't on him and when he didn't have jars of moonshine clanking together in his bags.

When they drew closer, Silsi became less eager to run and Hallow allowed herself to relax a little. It was at this time that the male spoke to her. A little startled, because she hadn't noticed him at all, Hallow's bright green eyes searched for the speaker. When they found him, she smiled a little bashfully. Truth be told, she was a little embarrassed at not having noticed him. It wasn't like her at all. His scent told her that he was Salsolan as well, so Hallow didn't hesitate to divulge her full name. "Hallow D'Angelo. I've been away at the Outpost for a few months. And you?"

Deciding to stay and chat for a little while, Hallow pulled Silsi to a stop and slid down. To her, it seemed a little rude to talk to him from atop her horse. She held him tight by the bridle to keep him away from the fellow Salsolan's mare. Silsi nickered to the tan draft. Hallow didn't know what the stallion saw in the mare. She wasn't exactly pretty. Rolling her green eyes and grimacing, Hallow elbowed him in the chest to quiet him down. As usual, it didn't work. "I apologize for Silsi. He seems to have taken a liking to your mare." She shook her head, fondly amused by her big horse but still ashamed for her inability to fully control him.

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POSTED: Tue Dec 22, 2015 4:52 pm

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Weaver had caught the sight of the horse in the distance picking up his pace, though he could not understand why. Did the horse for some reason crave some attention that its rider could not give him? Suppose it was possible, or he was just excided to see another face. Guess whoever they were, they had been away for far too long.

Another D'Angelo, though unlike most of the ones that he had met before now, she was much lighter. Her pure white coat and lime green eyes made her a very beautiful wolf. The tawny man turned on his horse, carefully moving down from Beurre's tall frame, and landing gently at her side. He stepped forward, gently taking her hand and inviting her back into her home land. He leaned down, offering her a gentle kiss on the back of her hand before he spoke, Well then, let me be the first to welcome you home Ma beauté blanc. I'm sure you have been missed. He wouldn't know, though from the sound of her surname, she must have been related to the rest of the ones that he had come across within Salsola. His grip remained gently on her hand unless she decided to pull away, Might you be related to Arbiter Bane and her other siblings?

Weaver's green gaze moved over to the blue stallion as his intentions became clear. He was interested in Beurre. He couldn't help but give a chuckle to Hallow's apology as she leaned gently against the tan mare, bringing the white woman along with him if he still had her hand, Perhaps she is just like moi même, not the most appealing but has the best personality.

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POSTED: Tue Dec 22, 2015 5:57 pm

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Weaver's sudden touch startled the D'Angelo girl. It had been some time since she'd been around people that she was comfortable enough to touch. When his lips touch her white hand, her eyes widened and her brow furrowed. The feeling was not altogether unpleasant, but it wasn't something she would be comfortable happening all the time. The shock was enough that she lost most of what he said until she heard a familiar name. "Bane? Oh yes, s-she is my sister."

Silsi grew impatient with Hallow and nudged her a little roughly in the shoulder. While Hallow turned to scold her stallion, Weaver pulled her close. A small yelp escaped the pale woman as she was abruptly thrown into an unfamiliar situation. Her mouth was dry and she could feel the blood rush to her face, even if she were the only one who knew of it. Never before had a man so forcefully, albeit charmingly, thrown his attentions upon her. It wasn't necessarily unwelcome, so much as uncomfortable and she had no idea how to tell him this.

Gently, she tugged her hand from his and stepped back towards where she had previously been standing. She gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm not so used to... physical contact, I suppose." At least, not quite like this. Sorry Weaver, but you'll have to be patient with this one.

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POSTED: Tue Dec 22, 2015 11:16 pm

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Weaver could tell from the expression that formed on her face that Hallow was not completely pleased with his display of affection. This seemed to be common with a couple of the females that were in this family. He sometimes wondered why this was the case. Bane seemed to have taken enough to his flirting, but the others were quick to show him that they were having none of it. Although this was the case, it only made things more fun for him, and gave him more goals to strive for, which involved breaking the barrier that was placed up around them. His attention was brought back to her as she confirmed that Bane was indeed her sister. He smiled and put on his usual charm, I see. How is it that your family makes very beautiful females?

The tawny man heard the small yelp escape her mouth as he pulled her closer. She had taken a moment before pulling her hand away from him. Perhaps he had done a but much for someone who wasn't ready for his level of charm. She gave him apologetic explanation, though he was sure it was something more. He took it though, he could be patient. He leaned in towards her, smiling and gazing at her softly, My apologies Hallow. I will be sure to pull back a bit.

He soon chuckled as he turned to Beurre, petting the mare gently before turning his head over his shoulder, If you'd like, I could escort you back to the heart of Salsola. I am sure that you are eager to be back home. There wasn't much more to be said here along the borders, and with Hallow having made it back from the Outpost, he was sure she would like to rest at her home rather than staying here.

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POSTED: Tue Dec 22, 2015 11:52 pm

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Hallow's face quickly lost its tense expression when the male accepted her excuse. An exhale of relief left her and her whole countenance seemed to relax a little. He seemed a nice enough fellow, but one step at a time, please. Since he had accepted her boundaries for now, Hallow stepped back a little more until her shoulder met Silsi's chest. His large presence always seemed to comfort her. Gently, she pressed the side of her face into his neck and smiled gently at Weaver.

His comment, meant to be smooth and charming, brought a morbid sort of giggle from her. Her smile twisted wryly and she couldn't help but muse, "Mmm. Yes we all do bear a strong resemblance, don't we. Not a very diverse looking bunch if you ask me." That tended to happen with generations of inbreeding. New blood did wonders to bring in new characteristics. She didn't know if this man would understand her sense of humor about it though. Perhaps another time.

His offer of companionship was met with a warm nod. "Yes, I'd like that very much. Thank you. Don't really have any specific place to call home though." Hallow turned to Silsi and began the difficult task of mounting him while holding him back. It was a task that required no small amount of speed, agility, and coordination. Hallow somehow managed it, and sat proudly atop her steed when it was done. "I wasn't really here long enough last time to grow any real attachment to one place. I was given the opportunity to go to Freetown soon after I arrived and I took it." Once he mounted Beurre and set off, Hallow allowed Silsi a small amount of rein to follow after them. The stallion surged forward and pressed close to the mare. Gritting her teeth, the silver D'Angelo fought to get her horse a reasonable distance away to no avail. It seemed that she and Weaver were doomed to travel with their thighs squished together between two horses unless Beurre did anything about. "You stubborn-! My apologies once more..." It was then that Hallow looked up at Weaver (his mare was taller than Silsi) questioningly. "You never did give me your name, sir."

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POSTED: Wed Dec 23, 2015 12:48 am

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It was nice to see that Hallow had calmed down now that she wasn't so close to the tawny man. Perhaps it was for the best to keep a bit of space between them, but that wasn't going to sotp Weaver from being his usual self. She had moved back to the side of her horse, leaving them with plenty of space between each other. She did offer him a giggle to his comment. So there was something hidden in there. It was a bit morbid, though that didn't really matter much to him. He had to admit to one of her comments though. There wasn't much of a diversity between Hallow and her other siblings. They were all either one color or had a small amount of another. That didn't really matter too much though. Who was he to judge that? They were all beautiful anyways.

The hybrid's offer to lead the white woman home was much more well received. It brought a bigger smile to his face as well. He would get to spend some more time with her before the two of them went on their separate ways. She admitted to him that she didn't spend much time in Salsola to really settle down in her own home. As Weaver made his way onto Beurre's back, he turned his head back to her, smiling, Perhaps I can help you to find a home? There should be plenty of free ones still in Millstone. He waited for her to be on the back of her own horse before he began to lead her into the Thistle Kingdom.

Once they were both on their way, Hallow's horse had pressed himself up against the tawny man's mare. He couldn't help but chuckle to the horse's move. He lifted his legs, crossing them along Beurre's back so that he didn't have to deal with the weight on his leg. he blinked as he looked over to the white woman. He hadn't introduced himself? Well he would have to correct that mistake. He dipped his head to her, How rude of me. My name is Weaver Valentine.

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POSTED: Wed Dec 23, 2015 1:17 am

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The thought of having a permanent place to stay appealed to Hallow. Back on the Mountain, she'd had her own home all to herself. She'd decorated it beautifully, it'd had a lovely view, and it had been something to go home to. It had been warm and comforting in the times when her standing among her people had been rocky. And she could have that kind of security here if she so chose. It would take some time to amass the lived-in atmosphere that she'd had before but one had to start somewhere. "That'd be... That would be wonderful."

While Weaver laughed at Silsi, Hallow cursed. Both hands strained to keep him in check for he wanted to run circles around the mare to impress her. Her legs firmly tried to correct him as he pressed close to Beurre. Hallow's bright eyes glanced over at Weaver jealously. It was all fine and dandy for him to cross his legs. He had a well behaved horse. Hallow on the other hand had to work hard to keep hers walking a straight line. Her leg would have bruises by the end of the day. Of that, she was certain.

Preoccupied with her rambunctious steed, Hallow almost lost his name in the flurry of her rapid fire German curses. She had been swearing to turn her stallion into steak if he didn't listen when she caught Weaver's name. "Weaver Valentine? Well Mr. Valentine, what do you recommend I do with my disobedient stallion? Hmm? Shall he be fish food? Or maybe I should geld him and see if that would calm his advances." They were all jokes, sure, but Silsi didn't have to know that.

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POSTED: Tue Dec 29, 2015 6:32 pm

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Weaver was glad to hear that Hallow had taken him up on his offer. The more time that he could spend with her, or rather any woman for that matter, made it all worth it for him. Millstone was still a little bit away from where Weaver had found her. There were sure to be some homes that were not in use, so she should have no problem picking out one that would be right for her. Perhaps he would get lucky enough to have her pick one close to where he was living. At least then he would have another lovely lady to visit, and considering the white woman's horse's attraction to his on, the two of them would be able to visit too. Beurre was not one to protest company with her docile nature.

Speaking of the horses, it seemed that the D'Angelo woman was having some trouble keeping her own under control. She wasn't able to keep him away from the tan horse. Weaver just continued to chuckle, even as Hallow began to ask him what she should do with the horse. He patted his own horse as he spoke, Come now dear. You can't fault him for being attracted to another woman, unless perhaps you wish to do the same to me.

He gave another chuckle before he pulled gently on Beurre to get her to stop, hoping that Hallow's horse would do the same. He leaned over to the side, offering a hand out to the white woman, Why don't you let me give you a ride back since your horse is being so disobedient. Beurre is a much more gentle ride. Moving her over from on top of the horse would be a bit tricky, but he wouldn't want her hurt because of an animal not listening to her commands. It would be nice to help her find a home and not having her injured along the way.

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