A Moment's Respite

POSTED: Sun Sep 15, 2019 11:45 pm


The warm crackle of a fire mixed with the occasional murmur from his sheep in their make-shift pen as Shamus relaxed against a large log. The sun was just beginning to sink below the horizon, dusk settling around the clearing. An occasional shiver rolled across the dark male’s bare shoulders as the cool September air collided with the warmth of the fire. His golden eagle, Rós, sat perched on a stump on Shamus’ left, lunging forwards occasionally to catch the scraps of raw rabbit meat he tossed her. She’d caught the fat little thing about an hour earlier and was now enjoying the rewards of her hard work after he had eaten his share.

A glance around the small clearing, most of it taken up by the pen, showed all the hard work that had been done to make a fairly comfortable camp. He had cut down a half dozen jack pines and split them into eight-foot sections, using the logs to form a roughly circular enclosure. Each log is joined to the next by a rough joint and rawhide thongs. Shamus had used a fishnet and loose pine boughs and shrubs to shore up the gaps as much as possible. It had taken most of the day, but it was worth it to the male to be able to stay in the same place for the next week or two. He had grown so sick of constantly moving every day and never being able to build a home or make any real progress. Of course, the hybrid knew he wouldn’t be able to stay for too long, as it wasn’t safe to be on his own like this, but he was willing to put in the work to take even a small break from the constant motion of the past few months.

With a grunt, Shamus sat fully up and turned his attention back to his current project. He’d already carved out a spoon’s bowl with a handle in the rough shape of a stag’s head. The only thing left to do was add the details such as fur and eyes. The male had already dumped the wood shavings into the fire and pulled a scrap of leather over his lap to collect whatever scraps and shavings his new efforts produced.

Here is the spoon he's carving. [382]

Shamus Lochlan

POSTED: Mon Sep 23, 2019 9:46 am

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Sanguine wasn't too fond of the idea of moving around when it was getting dark. Granted, it wasn't the first time he would have the potential to stop and spend the night somewhere outside of Salsola. He and his siblings would have to do this when they were making the trip from the Outpost back home to Salsola proper anyways, even though the pair had moved further along ahead than him, he did his best to spend the nights in their company, if only to make things easier.

Having his horse would mean that getting back home would be easier, and it would be better to do it now that dusk was settling in rather than wait until darkness hung over in they sky. The longer he waited, the more risk there would be of injury. He might be able to see better in the dark, but Beurre was not so lucky.

The dark male had been moving along the path when the cackling of the fire had made its way to his ears. Fire was something that could be dangerous if left unchecked, but given that the heat didn't seem to reach that far, it meant there had to be someone nearby. Eyes narrowed slightly. He should have just ignored this stranger to make his way back home, but if there was already some kind of camp set up, maybe he could have this work out in his favor.

Putting on the mask of Noir, the young male turned his horse towards the found of the fire. AS he came closer, he spotted another green eyed, dark male, sitting next to it. It seemed that he was working with something in his hands, but he could not see what it was. Slowly dismounting, he stood to the side of Beurre, "Evening. Do you have room for one more?"

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POSTED: Sat Oct 12, 2019 6:08 pm


Humming softly to himself as he began to lightly carve a pattern of fur into the handle, Shamus wondered what exactly he might trade it for. He’d already finished two other such spoons, though they had been a bear and a hawk, respectively. He would make another and finish off the set before trading them away. Perhaps a rabbit? Yes, that would work nicely, two predators and their prey. He’d probably be able to get a blanket, or at least a few hides for them.

A faint sound caught his attention, and he looked up from his work to see a shadowy figure on horseback coming closer to his camp. Glancing to the side to make sure his sword was still resting close by, he remained sitting on the ground, though he did set down his work. The stranger slowly dismounted as he came into the firelight, obviously cautious, revealing himself to be a dark male, green-eyed like Shamus. The hybrid let a friendly, if reserved, smile cross his face as he nodded in greeting. “Hello. Make yourself at home.” Gesturing to the half-eaten rabbit, he continued, “You’re just in time for dinner.”

Shamus had every intention of making the other male feel welcome, but he was still a stranger. A stranger who was coming into his camp as night fell at that. Volunteering nothing further, he turned back to his project, trusting Rós to keep an eye on the male.

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Shamus Lochlan

POSTED: Wed Oct 16, 2019 9:15 pm

[+200] • It's all good.

It was easier to see the male in the distance, his pelt lightened by the fire he sat behind. He was dark, much like the one that was coming to join him, but didn't seem to have the balance of white that came along with his own pelt. Green eyes were with this one as well, and their gazes met with one another through the dancing flames.

His gaze moved down to the half eaten meal, having been offered some of it as well as to make himself at home. This male seemed trustworthy enough, and seemed almost a bit too trusting of others. Sanguine had every potential to take advantage of this man, and yet he was being rather friendly. He would see no point in turning down such an offer, especially if there was something that he might be able to get out of this encounter.

Outsiders could be foolish like that.

The dark male did his best to get down from Beurre with grace, then moved to tie the horse to a nearby tree. He doubted the animal would wander away from him, but there was no telling what his father's horse might try and do. It was a gentle creature, sure, but there was more to personality than that.

Sanguine found a spot by the fire, situating himself opposite the stranger, "I thank you for your hospitality. There's not many that would think to accept a stranger without looking to get something in return." He reached for a piece of the meal, giving it a sniff before letting it slip into his mouth, "I see that you were working on something when I came up. Have a craft that you are well versed at?"

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POSTED: Fri Oct 18, 2019 4:13 am


Watching the other male absently as he dismounted from his horse and tied it to a nearby tree, the hybrid continued his work. He noted the common sense shown in doing so and decided this fellow might just prove to be worth his time. Shamus had allowed many others before him to join him during a meal or before a fire during his travels, and the ones with a working brain in their heads always proved more useful. The male wasn't ashamed to admit, at least to himself, that his recent interactions with others had been geared more towards what they could offer than pure kindness. Still, he thought as he added the finishing touch to eye he was carving, at least he tried to be nice to others until they proved to be dangerous to him. Some might think him weak for this, but the dark luperci had been taught all his life that it was easier to catch flies with honey than with vinegar.

Offering this man a place by his fire and the leftovers of his meal were no hardship to him and might serve to make him more eager to trade, whether for tangible goods or just plain information. After all, Shamus was new to the area and didn't know much about any packs or groups that might be in the area, so perhaps he could tell him what to avoid. Of course, if he turned out to be a thief or worse, he was not at all afraid get rid of him, whatever that might entail.

If worst did come to worst, it wouldn't be the first time he had needed to defend himself, or more if it came to that. His rather grim train of thought led to the last person to try and steal from him. He'd traveled with the wolf for a few days, and woke one morning to find half his supplies, along with his sword, gone. For a skilled hunter, tracking the fool's flight had been easy enough. Shamus had offered to forget the whole mess if his belongings were returned, but he had persisted in trying to escape. A few shots with his bow had put an end to that quickly enough.

The stranger took a seat opposite him by the fire, shaking him from his thoughts. His thanks were acknowledged with a smooth nod as he responded. "The meat would only go to waste if left to myself." Smiling softly with a raised brow, he asked: "Who said I wouldn't ask for something in return?" Shamus decided to be a bit more open when it came to his skills. He was used to building things in return for goods, whatever it might be, and it was always good to get his name out there. He never knew who might need his help. "I'm a carpenter, but this," holding up the spoon for the other to see, "is just a little bauble. I'm better at building furniture then I am at carving."

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Shamus Lochlan

POSTED: Tue Oct 29, 2019 7:57 pm

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It had perhaps been a bit naive of Sanguine to believe he would be welcomed into a camp like this one so easily without some kind of strings attached to this deal. If he was going to be getting something out of it, in this case being a meal, then he should expect to cough up the cost that the Outsiders was looking for in return. To his words, the man had simply smiled and corrected the one that had joined him.

It had been bold of him to assume that he would not ask for something in return. How clever this man was in his skill. Was there more that could be offered from something like this? He would have to bid his time and see what more could be gained out of an interaction like this one. A smile too had formed on his own face, continuing on the gift that had been offered to him, "Of course, how thoughtless of me. Perhaps then you might be able to elaborate on what you are looking to gain from me."

Of course, he was going to do his best not to make it just that easy for the dark male either.

Green gaze fell back down on the piece the man was working with when he had arrived. It seemed he had come to an end when working with this, but had made mention that his talents were better suited for things like furniture. Having a basic home in Millstone, the dark male could not see much of a use for this kind of talent; however, there were sure to be others in Salsola that could see the use for something like this.

Even if the man were not suited for a place such as his home kingdom, at least if he could figure out this man's trade path, then there would be an outlet to either gather orders and bring them to him, much like in a manner Helena did with Ezra, or he could send other Salsolan traders to this man.

It was not a perfect plan, but something to be kept aside for later. The mind of a trader had to have intelligence, but also look for more opportunities than seeking things only for himself. Such a time would eventually come to him.

He paused, taking another piece of the leftover meat as he gave an air of pondered thought, "I see. Anything in particular that you are good at or just furniture in general?"

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POSTED: Thu Oct 31, 2019 5:48 pm

the colours last for hours

The older male chuckled softly at his response, he was a reasonable man and wasn't going to ask for the world in return for the scraps of his meal. "Relax, I was only making a point." Setting his small blade down, Shamus continued, "I'm new to the peninsula, perhaps you might know a bit about the area?" Gesturing at the makeshift pen full of dozing sheep surrounding his dutiful mare, he decided to use them as an example. "Hell, if you know anyone with a ram willing to stud him out, I'll let you keep that pelt too."

He turned his head towards Rós at the sound of her clicking her beak softly. The eagle was obviously uncomfortable with the strange male’s presence and had been edging further and further away from him since he had sat down. She was a shy bird and very slow to trust anyone other than her master. Hoping to calm her down, he beckoned her with a curled finger. Quickly taking flight, it only took her a few flaps of her wings to land on the hybrid’s shoulder. Once there Rós hid her face in his braid, only peeking out occasionally to make sure the scary man was still across the fire. Humming softly in an attempt to reassure her, he reached up and stroked her breast feathers soothingly.

His temporary companion's next question pulled his attention away from his shy eagle and back to him. Thinking about his previous experience back in Tatla Lake, he had mostly made bed frames, chests, and the occasional chair. Still, he didn’t know if he was speaking to a potential customer or even someone who could introduce him to others in need of his skills, so he decided to embellish just a touch. “I can make pretty much anything you could want, but I’m best at bed frames, tables, and chairs.” There, he had made plenty of nicely carved beds in the past, had created a few chairs, and knew how to make a solid table, even if he hadn’t actually done so yet. Shamus was confident in his skills and felt certain he could figure out anything if given enough time.

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Shamus Lochlan

POSTED: Sun Nov 03, 2019 5:32 pm

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One eyebrow rose to the dark male's words. He had only been trying to make a point. Such a statement like that one was useless when followed up with the words that came behind it. He had been looking to get something in return, even if that had only been some information on the surrounding areas. If he had only been trying to make a point, then he wouldn't have sought to ask for something in return.

Guess he had lent a little too much faith in this Outsider and himself.

Taking everything into consideration, he weighed his options. There were pieces of information he would be able to get out, but some that would still need to stay under wraps if he was going to keep this ruse up. Removing himself away from the meal that had been offered to him, the dark male placed his hands together, picturing a map of the area in his head.

After a few moments, his eyes focused on the man in front of him, "I don't know much of the area to the south of here unfortunately, but I can say something about the northern regions. I know of one pack to the north, Mistfell Vale I believe it was called. Did some trading with a male from there."

He had paused, listening to the skills that the man had listened off. Such furniture could always be used around Salsola, be it in their homes or in some of the buildings that might have been lacking such things. As for the ram, so long as there was something to gain out of it, he might be able to swing something in both their favors for such a request.

Pondering the things over in his head, he brought his hands apart, moving them open in front of him, "You know, I've got some connections around this place, and I may be able to swing some work for your wares. I may even know someone with a ram you might be able to use, perhaps in exchange for your own work."

He had to be wary about the kind of light he put Salsola in, especially if he was going to work around the idea of getting this male to work for them. Letting that thought sink into his mind, he came up with another idea, "But that is something I would have to check on and then have us meet up again. You could always check out that Vale place in the meantime."

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POSTED: Fri Nov 29, 2019 11:23 pm

the colours last for hours

As the male sat waiting for a reply, another gust of cool fall wind ruffled the fur on the back of his neck and dislodged one of the feathers tied into his long braid, causing it to fall into his lap. One of Rós’ tail feathers, he had gathered it during her last molt and braided it into his hair with a small piece of leather that had come loose during the past few months of long travels and hard work.

A warm chocolate color at the tip that changes abruptly into white at the base, the feather was an obvious sign of his bird’s young age, as she only now sported full adult plumage. Eventually she would probably find a mate and lay a few eggs, but for now, they had been traveling too much for her to meet any males. Well, any acceptable males. Rós might be shy and nervous around strange luperci, but she was arrogant and rather picky when it came to other birds.

Dropping the feather into one of his nearby saddlebags, Shamus looked up to his temporary companion as he began speaking about his knowledge of the area. He had wandered around the north for a while and had met a few loners, even hunted with one. Well, more like Shamus hunted and shared his food with the dog he’d met. Still, he had not yet had any encounters with packs, north or south. Anyone willing to trade was worth meeting, so he might have to check out this Mistfell Vale.

His mention of connections drew his attention even more. He could certainly use the work, but more than that he was nervous about his skills fading the longer he went without using them. “I’m always happing to practice my craft, and I really want to breed my ewes this fall.” Pausing for a moment, the dark male let a wry grin cross his face before he continued, “I’m Shamus, by the way. When would you want to meet up again?”

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Shamus Lochlan

POSTED: Sun Dec 22, 2019 12:19 pm

[+300] • That sounds good to me.

Sanguine's eyes moved over the male, watching his movements while he spoke. One of the feathers in his hair seemed to have fallen out, which left him fiddling with it before it ultimately ended up in one of the saddle bags sitting near him. It caused the younger male to raise his eyebrow at why he would give so much attention to the little feather, but soon brushed it aside to focus on the much more important topic at hand.

At the mention of not only the Vale, but also the possibility of finding work through his own "connections" seemed to have brought out a better reaction out of the male. Now that was what he was hoping for. Creating even more connections for himself would better himself back home, and give others an outlet that only he had been able to discover.

After all that, the dark male had introduced himself. Guess it would be needed if the two of them were planning to meet up again to discuss works, and in turn, payment for his kind of services.

Crossing his own arms, his head inclined to meet with Shamus, "My name is Noir." He pondered on the prospects of their second meet up. Meeting somewhere common for the two of them would be ideal, and they didn't need too much time to pass before they would be able to get the information they needed to one another. The greater task here would be spreading word about his skills to the Quartermaster and others in Salsola that might be interested.

Giving a small nod to himself, he brought his head out of thought, addressing the dark male, "Let's meet again in a couple weeks. I travel a lot, and this will give me a good chance to speak with others. It would give you time to explore other options as well. Do you know where Amherst is? We could meet up there when that time has ended to discuss things further."

Seemed like a solid plan in his mind.

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