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POSTED: Tue Mar 26, 2013 5:54 pm

form: optime ooc: multiples welcome, Lola is building a preservation for shellfish/sea vegetation with Morty and needs all the help she can get. Feel free to PP Morty all you want if you’d like. :P [696]

Whisper Beach was essentially a gulf shaped cape. The area was teeming with sea life and Lola had taken advantage of its bounty as soon as she was able to get her paws wet. The stitches Morty had sewn in her head had long fallen out and the bruises from the Salsola bitch had fully healed. The seductress was back in her prime, feeling strong and agile once more and over the past few weeks, she had become sufficiently better with her daggers. Yet, today she wanted to focus on providing more sustenance for the Cavaliers, and what better way than to implement the knowledge her grandfather had passed down to take advantage of the land’s natural occurrence, the tides. The beach had a series of rivers emptying out to the gulf and these sources of precious drinking water for the pack also served as small deltas, rife with shellfish, algae, and mineral deposits. The abundance of mussels, scallops, and clams however, also meant that Whisper Beach saw its fair share of predators, namely river otters and grey seals. While these hunters of the sea and freshwater could prove as a nice prize for their furs and oils, Lola understood their importance to the ecosystem below the waves and ripples. She didn’t want to kill or scare them off, but she did want to keep them out of a particularly rich expanse of sand, the river existing into the ocean closest to the Fort.

For the past week, Alister had been sharpening various sizes of shafts of strong wood for her and her “big secret project”. At first he believed them to be spears, but soon after he’d fashioned the fifteenth one, he realized nobody really needed that many weapons. Yet, he kept his questions to himself, sure enough in time, his lover would reveal her secrets. While he had been busy with that, Lola and Morty, who had become fast friends after spending so much time together due to the nasty gash she had been carrying in her forehead, had scoured the abandoned houses in Strega’s Bay and Summerville for any viable material to fashion into nets. They’re endless hunting had come up successful, they’d actually managed to find a few fishermen’s nets and were able to reinforce the weathered parts with twine and other rope-like materials they had been able to scavenge. The nets were patched up together to create a giant cast net, but in the preservation case, Lola would be turning it into a hybrid of a sein and stake net. She would’ve liked to find buoys for when the tide came up, but the foam objects in the human villages were rotten and unusable, thus Alister’s stakes would have to do the trick by giving the net a strict formation in the surf.

The women worked together on the beach, having spread out the patchwork net and fashioning large rocks strategically at the ends. Though the nylon and mesh thing was meant to be circular in formation, it had turned into something more bloblike. However, Loralei didn’t fret, it would still serve its purpose and they had to work with what they had. Morty was still patching up some of the larger holes in the net while the silver fae was off to the side, drawing her blueprints in the sand next to the sharpened wood she had lain out earlier. There were twenty in all, largest ones were to be pounded into the sand at the deepest point of her preserve, while the shortest, about three feet in length, would come up to the beach and two would be on either side of the river opening. The stakes would need to follow the shape of the net, while the rocks on tied to the ends of it, would keep the sein suspended above the sand, allowing shellfish to move about freely and the vegetation that colored the water almost turquoise green here, could still flourish. Seals and otters would not be able to pass through the net, keeping the area a safe haven and providing an abundant source of uncontested food for the pack.

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POSTED: Sat Apr 13, 2013 3:15 pm

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Everything was starting to get back to normal -- although, in this case, Wayne found that the routine was boring. He had survived on nothing but routine for months ever since Dixie-May had left, and now the cowboy found himself bored and restless after tending to the horses in the morning and finding no prey in the forest to bring down. If he were a mentor, he might have taken his apprentice out to learn a little bit about the pack, but the ceremony had not yet come and he didn't know if he'd be chosen again anyway. With these thoughts rattling around in his head, he tried to tell himself that there was always work to be done and he'd just have to deal with it, fall back into the routine and the repetitive training and feeding and cleaning.

But there was something new to be seen as the cowboy wandered aimlessly alongside the shoreline of Whisper Beach, listening to the waves and tasting salt with each pass of his tongue over his lips. His ears pricked when he heard the familiar, happy chatter of the medic; Morty was happily recounting her time on a ship that sailed around the Hudson Bay. Wayne was curious, and started to jog toward the sound of the she-wolf's voice until he saw that there was another there, too: the red-haired lover of Alister.

Uh -- howdy, ladies, Wayne greeted uncertainly, and glanced at the stakes laid out on the ground, as well as the net that Morty was now mending. The stocky grey-brown female grinned brazenly up at him and returned a hello before falling back to her work, though her chatting had stopped as she keenly looked over at Lola. This seemed to suggest that, if he wanted to ask what the two were doing, he should ask Lola -- and so he came over and hunkered down beside the woman, peering over at the blueprints she was drawing. What's all this fer?

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POSTED: Mon May 13, 2013 3:54 pm

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The optime’s ears were trained to the sound of the waves gently breaking on the shore while her moonlight eyes surveyed her sketch in the sand. She half listened to her friend rambling on about a boat trip she had taken some time ao, offering a few “oh really”’s and “wow”’s to remain polite and conversational, but the fae’s thoughts were troubled with her blueprints. They needed more hands on deck in order to pull this project off, but at the moment there were only four. Loralei sighed, tossing back her long tresses over a shoulder in frustration. If pulled off successfully, Casa would have a means of harvesting sea life all year round and maintaining a healthy ecosystem within the waters for quite sometime. Unfortunately, not everyone was educated in matter of science and preservation, she had hoped more of her new pack brethren would’ve taken an interest in the bulky objects she and Morty had carried down to the shore today, but alas that didn’t seem to be the case.

Starting to think she should’ve asked Alister to come along, she realized Morty had stopped talking, but more importantly, while so absorbed in her own troubles, she hadn’t realized a familiar face had joined them. Her head turned to the side offering the dog a welcoming smile. Hello Wayne, she began, this?...well, these are the plans for a project I’ve had cooking up in here, she explained with a little chuckle, tapping the side of her head with a finger. "It’s one of them corral things, but why you’d need one for the clammies is beyond me," Morty chimed in before busying herself with the net again. Lola rolled her eyes, and shook her head with an amused snort. It’s not a corral, it’s a preserve. She shot her friend a teasing glare before her eyes returned to the cowboy. See here, she pointed towards the drawings in the sand, those are the stakes we’ll be using to anchor the net in the surf that she’s working on. The net is meant to keep predators out of this shelf in the bay, she explained, following up her words by pointing out to where the surf met the river. That’s called a delta, and it just so happens to make the perfect breeding and feeding grounds for all different types of shellfish and water purifying algae. A grin spread across her face, she was sure all this information was going over the canine’s head just as it had with Morty, but even if this knowledge was lost on him, she didn’t mind sharing the education her grandfather had given her with anyone who was interested in learning.

I noticed it the first week I had stayed here, I also realized there’s some fierce competition for what the sea can offer, and I thought, what better way to keep the predators out and the quarry protected, than a net and some rocks. Morty dropped the patchwork mess she was working with, having patched up the last hole and joined the other two. "What she means to say is, what better way to keep the medic from doing her job." The fae erupted into a fit of giggles, causing Lola to sigh in mock frustration. Some fine work you’ve done, she teased in return, gesturing towards the handiwork the medic had done on the net. Morty looked hurt in jest, but shrugged her shoulders, "I gave it my best shot," she replied in defense. No worries love, it’ll work. So, Wayne...want to help us? Lola asked .

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POSTED: Fri May 17, 2013 10:06 pm

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The lovely silvery woman smiled at him, and Wayne tried to stomach any reaction at that. He was too afraid of relationships to properly be attracted to anyone, but he had to admit that Alister had chosen very well for himself. He settled on a polite, if puzzled, smile and stepped a little bit closer as Loralei explained that they were plans for a project.

Morty chimed in gladly, and Wayne managed a bit of a broader smirk at the cheerful medic's quip before looking to Lola. He understood the word corral better than the word preserve, but bent down to humor the new Cavalieri anyway. She pointed at the lines in the sand and explained something about predators and deltas and algae or something, but he thought he understood the very basics of what she was trying to attempt. A little uncertainly, he voiced his take on it.

So you've got yerself a bit of a net-fence t' keep the other sea critters out? An' it'll keep the shellfish breedin' happy in here, so we can eat 'em without the other fish gettin' to 'em first. That seemed simple and clever enough. He could say that he'd click his heels together in joy for a seafood meal, but perhaps with a little more available than a couple of river fish, he'd acquire a taste. It seemed much easier letting the critters thrive where they were meant to while keeping them safe and prime for Luperci pickings.

There was banter between Loralei and Morty, and Wayne grinned placidly as he stayed way out of the teasing argument. He smiled when Lola addressed him, asking for his help, and gave another glance at the medic. Don't reckon I'd do much better than Morty here. Ain't yer fingers supposed t' be nimble, sewin' wounds shut and all that? Mine are just sausages. He was rewarded with another giggle, this one a bit more manic, from the well-intentioned woman as she spared a wink to Lola. However, the next moment the cowboy hunkered down on the sand and nodded to the females. I'll help ya. Just show me what t' do.

POSTED: Mon May 20, 2013 3:37 pm

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An odd sense of self consciousness started toiling in the luperci female’s gut when she began explaining her project to the pack’s Cavallo. Never in a million years would she have believed she’d be building something like this, let alone instructing others, outside of the bedroom, on what to do. She was a master of love games, but now that a true purpose had come to her life and she’d been named Casa’s Acqua, Lola couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated with all the new responsibility on her shoulders.

Admittedly, she loved it--the arctic hybrid truly felt she belonged here and any contribution she made to her new home was welcomed and appreciated. She’d never experienced the feeling of accomplishment before from a day’s good, clean and honest work, but Alister had assured her that it was never too late to try. Perhaps turning over a new leaf would be easier than she thought, but for now she couldn’t afford to get ahead of herself. Once she’d said her part and Morty so graciously said he’s, the siren waited with baited breath, eyes trying to read the other’s face for any sign of confusion.

She exhaled with relief, Wayne basically got the jist and she awarded him with another stunning smile. That’s precisely what it will do! The fae was now grinning ear to ear, the self doubt she had before, ebbing away with the tide. Now if only she could take all that bedroom confidence and apply it to her smarts. After all, there was nothing to be ashamed of. Lola from Paris was in the past, it was time to burn a new trail, proving her worth and becoming more than just a pretty face.

Morty’s teasing couldn’t go unpunished but the seductress couldn’t help but feel pleased with her company. The Cavallo quickly fell into their friendly digs, making light of the teasing by throwing himself under the bus. Lola laughed along with the medic before the trio got down to business. Right, we’ll need to position the stakes over there in the surf. Lola stood up and began rummaging through the pile for the five longest ones. Think you could handle these? She asked, holding out the longest stakes to Wayne. Just grab a good rock and pound them into the deepest part of the shelf. Morty got up, wading out into the water until it reached her stomach. Out here deary! She called, while Lola returned to the pile.

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POSTED: Sat May 25, 2013 9:09 pm

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Wayne liked to think of himself as a simple man -- but an adaptable one, too. He didn't have a lot of experience outside his obvious equestrian field, but when it came to it, he could generally be guided through anything that might be considered handiwork.

It helped that he understood the concept, though, and Loralei shot him a winning smile as she confirmed what he'd said. He could feel his face burning steadily under her pretty gaze, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't stomach. A few times in the past grief, hormones, and alcohol might have made him do something that he regretted, but he doubted that would ever happen again.

The laughter the trio shared was short-lived as Lola took charge in directing the pair to placing the stakes out in the water. Wayne grabbed the long stakes offered to him and nodded, though he hesitated before following Morty. He placed the stakes in the sand briefly as he reached down to roll his jeans up a little further on his leg before deciding that he'd just deal with it if they got soaked and heavy around his limbs anyway. If anything, he could peel them off once he got into the water and send them back to shore.

With jeans rolled up and stakes in hand, Wayne walked out into the water and realized that, yes, his pants were wet, but even as the fabric billowed around his thighs he set one of the stakes into the ground and searched around for a proper rock to pound it. Luckily, the grey she-wolf supplied him with one, and he started to hammer it into the muck of the shelf. Only once he'd leaned against it to make sure that a little weight wouldn't just drag it out again did he move on to start shoving in the next ones.

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POSTED: Wed May 29, 2013 4:54 pm

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Once the medic waded into the surf to instruct Wayne, Lola had turned her attention to the rest of the stakes. Ten would need to be hammered out on either side of the shelf to create a circular pattern. She chose a set of five and cradled them in her arms as she rose off the sand and began padding down to the water’s edge. Morty was handing the cowboy a good sized rock for pounding when the brisk chill of the ocean seeped into her leg hairs. Sorry about your pants, the vixen chuckled, nodding her head towards the sodden cloth around his legs. This was another reason why she chose to forgo wearing any binding type of material other than her flowing cloaks and occasional dress. “He’ll live!” Morty squawked before offering the Acqua a smoothed stone. Thanks, she replied a bit cheekily before wading further into the water to position her first stake.

So how long have you been a Cavalier? Lola asked, after pounding the stake into the sand and wiggling it with her hand. Satisfied with the depth the stake had plunged once she carved into the shelf, she moved upwards and a bit back towards the beach to position the second one. “Longer than you deary!” The medic joked before splashing past the seductress to retrieve the next set of five stakes to begin positioning them opposite of Lola. The fae gave a snort, rolling her eyes and sticking her tongue out at the grey optime’s turned back before turning her attention back to Wayne. She’s mental that one, she whispered with a crooked grin before the medic returned. I know you’ve been here longer than me, but what made you come here? She asked, her sincere curiosity very clear in her voice.

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POSTED: Fri May 31, 2013 9:28 pm

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Lola apologized for the state of his jeans, and Wayne grunted in acknowledgment though her acknowledgment had his face growing hot again. He did stop and snort out a chuckle as Morty spoke up for him, and glanced over at her—clad in nothing, though a proper thick wolf coat meant she didn’t need to be. He really only wore his jeans because his dad once told him he’d rub his butt raw after a long day in the saddle if he didn’t. He knew they’d been through worse before, from rain and mud to cow pies. Seawater was nothing, even if it was a bit heavy and uncomfortable as he slogged his way through the shallows to place another stake.

The question had him looking up and frowning slightly, only stopping to smile politely at the other’s remark about the mental medic. I was a founder, he said. Another might have been arrogant, or lorded this fact and the fact she didn’t know it over Loralei, but he only spoke this plainly. He shrugged at the second question, hammering the stake into the shelf and frowning.

A friend, he answered vaguely. I followed a friend here ’cause it’s what they wanted, ’n’ I stayed fer the horses. ’n’ after that, he continued, hammering the wood harder and reaching for a new one, fer the justice of it. I ain’t no knight, but I’ve got the same ideals anyone who truly belongs here does. More ’n I can say fer some.

Many had come to Casa di Cavalieri for the songs and the stories, and not bothered to pull their weight around or otherwise expecting sanctuary under the guise of true membership. Wayne had a stricter view on laziness than the Sole himself, sometimes. No one could ever blame him of never putting in a good hard day’s work, however, even if it was making a shellfish sanctuary.

POSTED: Sat Jun 01, 2013 11:43 am

form: optime ooc: Morty is a punk. :P [368]

Morty, a bit further back than that. You’re standing in the preserve! Lola chided the medic who responded with an exaggerated moan before wading backwards. That’s good, the fae sighed, shaking her head to herself while she positioned another stake. Her eyes drifted back to Wayne and widened. He was a founder! Oh, I’m sorry...I didn’t now, she replied, feeling a bit foolish of herself. Seems like I need to brush up on the pack’s history, since it’s my home and all. A friendly chuckle left her, though the feeling of embarrassment remained. The Stable Master didn’t seem to be one to boast however, and she was sure her lack of knowledge wasn’t taken as being disrespectful.

She was nodding her head when he explained that some acquaintance had brought him here, not totally ignorant of the hesitation in his voice, but not wanting to press the matter any further. Lola began pounding a third stake in the sand when he continued. I’m not truly a fighter by any means, but I can see where you’re coming from. I believe in the mission of this pack as well, but like you...I was led here by another, she explained. "She means her boy toy!" Morty squealed, causing Lola’s ears to lower. Really Mort? The fae shot her a glare before returning to her work. As our medic has so graciously pointed out, yes...I was led here by Alister.

The vixen started on her fourth stake, shaking her head at Morty before her eyes focused on the task at hand. But, as I was saying... she began, since I’m not a warrior, I wanted to prove my worth around here in some other way. I was born in a fishing village and I figured I’d share what I know with the rest of the pack. One more stake to go on Lola’s end and three more on Morty’s side. The crew was making fast work of the stakes. The last five would bottleneck from the river opening.

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POSTED: Fri Jun 07, 2013 10:16 pm

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Wayne only smiled distractedly at the banter between the two women, feeling a bit detached from the present as he worked on hammering the stakes in. He shook his head at the silvery female to reassure her that it wasn't her fault for not knowing; he didn't make a big deal out of it. Only three Luperci, including himself, remained of the original six founding members -- the remnant of a dream of peace, planted in the soil by Whisper Beach and allowed to thrive.

Dunno if we've got a history-keeper or anythin' like that, the Labrador mongrel mused. He supposed that that might be a good project for the pack, to note down some of the trials they'd faced and what they'd learned from them, but he didn't think that he would get much out of it personally. He was a slow reader, and he hoped to be here for everything the pack experienced anyway. I ain't the best person t' ask 'cause... like I said, I wasn't too involved at first. He had no problem confessing this, not when it was so obvious that he was one of the harder-working members here (even if he did more stable-mucking and horse-riding than combat training).

There was another shrill interjection from Morty, and this time Wayne gave her a bit of a stern glance as well -- if only because being led here by a loved one struck close to home for him. Fixing his brown eyes on the stake he hammered into the shelf now, he nodded and listened to her explanation -- for her journey here, and her purpose in working with the corral.

It's useful, Wayne assured her. Good t' have a variety of food, and I'm sure you've got other talents you could put t' use too. Anyone would be glad t' teach ya self defense if ya need it. I ain't much of a warrior myself. Just learnin' from Jonas how t' club things t' death, 'n' already know how t' run over vermin with my horse. He managed a smile.

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