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POSTED: Sat Nov 03, 2012 12:38 pm

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The dynamics of horses were things that Salvia had come to understand. She recognized that when together, the animals functioned under the leadership of a single mare and stallion. Though the stallion could change based on skill, the lead mare rarely did. She believed that Hildr, Siv’s mare, had assumed control of the animals in Salsola. While they did not run freely, the dynamic none the less existed because the animals were often stabled together. Black was primarily used for breeding, though Salvia intended to expand their broods despite her intentions. More foals would come forth in the spring, of this she was certain.

But for now, she was busy with the last batch. Tiger was all too eager to see these strangers and extended his pretty head to try and sniff at the horse. Salvia ignored him and focused on the stranger. He was tall and wood-brown, unremarkable except for his pale eyes and the colorful bandana around his head. “You must move north,” she indicated. “The lands across this river are claimed.”

And while she did not speak it, her posture suggested it was her land she spoke of. Head high and shoulders squared, she was an example of pride and mastery of the world.

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POSTED: Mon Nov 05, 2012 10:06 am

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Levent is by Sie!

The Turkish wolf smiled a large, unassuming smile as he stood facing the stranger upon the dark stallion, while his own mare continued to fuss quietly, seeming to want to ford the cold water there and then. When she took another step toward the bank, the brown wolf reeled her back in with the rope tied to her bridle. Wilson continued to cling to the saddle with his claws, looking even more simple and innocuous in comparison with the colorful merchant. That was the way of things, though; few strangers suspected the white cat was as intelligent as any canine, and in some cases even more sensible than his companion.

The timberwolf with the straw-colored hair explained that he must cross north to avoid heading into claimed territory, and Levent did not miss the inflection in her body language if not her voice. He grinned again, nodding in understanding. You might show me how far? the male asked, an idle suggestion with little weight; his posture had changed subtly to project the submission he was so used to. He grinned a moment, resting cream fingers on a white spot on the paint mare’s shoulder, and admitted, Your horses are beautiful, and I’d love to keep looking at them. He would also like to speak with her and learn more, but he knew it was easier to bond over something rather than try to form any sort of relationship—even a fleeting one of two parties swapping information—without something concrete like the well-bred equines the woman was master over.


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POSTED: Mon Nov 05, 2012 2:55 pm

this is terrible I am sorry ;-;

Even from the distance, it was apparent to her that the man was not merely a loner. Most who took that life—especially those who had known nothing else—were scruffy and weather-worn, lean and sinewy from travel and hardship. He was none of these things and his voice was decidedly foreign. Intrigued, she wondered if he was a trader but decided against it upon seeing his small pack. Even the cat suggested a place of permanency. She could not imagine uprooting Abdenrot now that he had fought to claim his territory so well. More than this, of course, was his posture. He had been in a pack before, and knew her for what she was.

Pleased, she acquiesced. “Mount and stay with me,” she called to him. Then, nimble atop Nacht’s back, she began to follow the river north. It was easy-going on this side, so often as the borders were patrolled. She did not know if his trail would be quite as simple, but both of her steeds were very interested in the mare. If they were left alone they might have fought for her, though Salvia’s control of them was such that it took only a firm hand to keep them steady.

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POSTED: Mon Nov 05, 2012 9:46 pm

-- Nuh-uh. Also shortness and small talk. :|


Levent is by Sie!

Levent was surprised that the woman would consent to his request, but he wouldn’t at all complain about the ease of it. He coiled the rope and stuck a foot in the stirrup, muttering lowly to Mai and swinging himself up. It was obvious now that he wasn’t much of a horseman, even if he as decidedly comfortable in the saddle. One didn’t need any sort of mastery over the beasts when one could simply talk with them, however, and he’d sat on many an equine back when meandering along the trade routes. He was used to the compliant and worn horses, though, and the paint was rather strong-willed. Luckily, she was too eager for a chance to meet the younger horses to throw him off or otherwise make a fool of him.

Wilson leaned back against the Luperci as Levent urged Mai onward. She went along without much of a fuss, only occasionally glancing across the river or finding rougher or softer ground along the shore. Levent was small enough, at least, that his weight didn’t bother her more than it could have as she went along.

Do strangers come by here often? the Turk asked by way of meaningless conversation, letting his voice travel though his eyes flicked quickly back to the path ahead. He wasn’t sure if the dominant woman had to chase many from her lands if they wished to cross. He knew the land where the river originated was likewise pack territory, and that most travelers would have to choose some land to risk crossing near.


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POSTED: Sun Nov 11, 2012 9:06 pm

this is terrible I am sorry ;-;

Under her well-toned legs she could feel the muscles of Nacht’s body work. She slipped half out of focus, letting her senses take over. She looked at the landscape and took in landmarks and changes as she saw them, heard the horses and river, inhaled the musk of her stallion and colt and the borders of Salsola. The stranger was speaking from across the water and she looked to him. He was vaguely handsome in the way of all wolves, though his clothing hid his build and she could not judge him accurately. At least for the moment, her needs were not strong enough to drive her to bleed him.

“Sometimes,” she admitted, and smiled in a way that did not meet her eyes. “We keep to ourselves. Most strangers need only one warning.” There was a subtle warning in her voice, and pride as well. Salsola was strong, even with Salvia alone leading it. She would ensure this, by her will and by her own hands. A thought occurred to her, on the heels of this, and she looked back to the man. Alone, save for the cat and horse, he must have done well for himself to look as healthy as he did. “Where are you going?”

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Luperci Cazadora, Vaquera Mate to Stannis Ultra Mega Chikkun? NO. She is legend... I will send famine and wild beasts against you, and they will rob you of your children.
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