business and pleasure

POSTED: Thu Jul 11, 2013 1:03 pm

Wayne is trading for the Svantevit stunning services, but anyone is welcome to chat him up or join in if they came for a Svantevit horse, too.

The Outpost hadn't changed from when he'd come here last -- though there seemed to be a bit more traffic, perhaps due to the rumors of the Svantevit trader who'd come here. It made the small campsite look overcrowded, with a group of dogs playing cards near the firepit, and a coyote was wrestling with a chicken she'd managed to get from Mack's before it had gotten trampled. He smiled slightly, and handed Gypsy off to a Brigader to be penned with some other horses, after loading the goods he'd taken onto Fern, shouldering the saddle.

It was not hard to find Dalimil, the black she-wolf who was the Svantevit trader. He spotted her horses, first -- fine horses, ones that made him grin. He approached with Fern, who sniffed the air and did her usual friendly greeting to the other equines she saw. The noise got the attention of the thick-furred black wolf, who turned and spotted him. She dropped the hoof of the horse she'd been tending to and approached him, tossing the hoofpick into a bucket.

"Hey," the woman said -- sharp, to the point, her fiery eyes already flitting over Fern to check her out. Briefly, Wayne thought he was in love.

But then he looked past her to see the mighty grey stallion standing off to the side of the other horses, and he realized what true love was. He grinned slightly and shook his head in apology for not talking. "Nice horse," he said clumsily.

Dalimil smirked. "All my horses are nice," she quipped, but nodded to Fern. "Yours looks well taken-care of."

"Thanks." Wayne scratched the chestnut mare under the chin, and set the saddle he'd been carrying down with an exhale of relief. "I wanted to trade -- see if I could stud Fern here. Got this saddle, some pelts 'n' jerkey, a bag..." He tugged the items off the horse into a pile at his feet, and Dalimil crouched down briefly to investigate them, hands on thighs. She nodded after a moment, and stood to investigate Fern, speaking kindly to the mare and looking her over.

"Him over there -- that's Milos," Dalimil said. "He's a big boy -- but she looks like she could handle herself. Has she foaled before?" Wayne nodded, and Dalimil smiled. "Seems fair, cowboy. I will take Fern over to Milos and... introduce them. You want to come just in case?"

The Labrador mongrel shook his head. He was sure he'd say something stupid if he opened his mouth -- so he watched as the athletic woman led the mare into the pen and spoke to the horses she passed, ready to acquaint the lucky couple.

POSTED: Sat Jul 20, 2013 11:21 am

Well hello there! [392]

It had been the need for solitude that had driven Lillith out of Salsola this day. Ren and his siblings were now a part of the pack, and for the time being, her new mate was to live with her in her cottage, which once had been comfortable, but now seemed cramped. She knew that she would not be able to continue the roommate situation for too much longer, so she and Ren had agreed to turn her open air tannery and workshop into a more suitable hut for him. It would take some work, but she’d done similar things before, and there was always the communal slaves for help.

Her excuse had been to pick up supplies from the outpost, more specifically building supplies. These things could be easily scavenged, but that would take time, more time than Lillith was willing to spend. Much better just to go and trade the bag full of crabs and clams she had caught over the last several days for some tools and nails.

Lillith and Korosk had gotten good at traversing the land between Salsola and the Outpost and it did not take nearly as long as it once did to reach it. She found herself coming to the entrance early afternoon, and actually gave the guard a sweet smile, from which he recoiled visibly. She could not help but laugh to herself.

Once inside, it was if an invisible line caught Korosk and tugged him towards horses. Lillith did not stop him, for curiosity came over the red lady as they approached. These were not Mack’s sorry excuse for livestock; these were strong, beautiful horses. Korosk whinnied slightly as they neared and the mares and gelding perked up to meet him. Lillith dismounted and tied her stallion to the paddock.

It was then that she caught sight of a black wolfess leading a mare towards the back where a beautiful stallion was tied while a dusty dog watched. It was obvious that they were meant to breed, as the stallion began neighing wildly and dancing. Korosk lifted his head but then lowered it; though he was large and beautiful, he was not very territorial or looking for a fight; Lillith was glad of this. She patted him on the neck before walked along the fence-line to get a better view of the pairing.


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POSTED: Fri Jul 26, 2013 10:24 am

Wayne is so socially awkward. :|

There was a whinny, and Wayne turned around to see a magnificent, strong black stallion being led by a beanpole of a rich-colored female. He studied both curiously even as he helped to organize some of the things he'd brought to trade for the stud, distracted momentarily by watching as Dalimil led the draft mare over to the large stallion, who sniffed the air and voiced his pleasure.

The wolfdog was momentarily worried when he caught the darker stallion out of the corner of his eye again, knowing just how temperamental the beasts could get when there was a mare in heat up for grabs -- but there was no commotion. His dark brown eyes found the oddly skinny female again, noting her interest, and as she walked closer he nodded to her in greeting. "You have a fine horse," he remarked -- as it seemed the only conversation starter that could come to mind when he was around the animals. "Well-mannered, too." That was rare enough for an intact stallion, or at least in his experience, where the finer sorts of creatures weren't as common. He worked well with the animals, but he didn't have as much experience in breeding a lot of horses for optimal results. It took too long for the beasts to mature, for one.

Speaking of breeding -- he turned to look, seeing that it was well underway, and leaned against the fencepost to make sure that Fern was okay.

POSTED: Thu Aug 22, 2013 4:30 pm

Sorry bout the wait [000]

Lillith had no intention in speaking with the dog, but it seemed he had other ideas. Luckily, his first expression to her was a compliment, and Lillith gave him a cold smile, "Thank you, he knows better than to act out." She said darkly, though she never would lay more than a slap upon her Stallion’s hide. Despite her brisk nature, she knew that Korosk was a Shadow Being, forged pure black before she was even a thought, and tied forever to the shadow realm. She sometimes would find herself frustrated at the work it took to maintain such a creature, but she would always feel blessed to have him by her side.

Looking back to the breeding beginning before them, "Is that your mare?" She asked, already knowing the answer but figuring small talk might be beneficial if it brought her some information. Salsola had many horses, and Lillith wondered if knowing what other packs had the creatures might be worthwhile.


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