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]

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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.

Sorry this took so long, life has been crazy! [241]

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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."

Sorry, this is super long! [503]

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