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- Larkspur D'Angelo - 05-08-2010 [html] Set in the Vineyards, backdated to the 5th. There was a constant need to remain physical. Larkspur did not develop his brain as most others did—he was simple, and could not read nor write. His companions were few and far between, though not entirely by choice. Having never been raised to be social he was stunted and awkward around many. So instead he worked alone, rebuilding the home he had claimed as his own or working with his horse. Of these two things, it was the latter he was doing today. They had traveled to the fields outside of the vineyards where Larkspur made his home. He had ridden out past the vineyard and through the open fields, alternating between a walk and a faster-paced canter. Technically, he was doing his duty to the pack—he covered far more ground on horseback. Between these rides and his travels east, the southern borders of Dahlia de Mai were rarely unwatched. It was late afternoon by the time he returned to the vineyard. Between several months of labor, a wooden fence had been constructed for the mare. It was here he turned her out, rubbing down the sweat and the dust from her coat. Larkspur could finally consider himself content with living the way he was. He was surrounded by vineyards (which he did not eat, recalling their poison) and had a large home for himself. He slept in a bed and ate well. No one abused him, no one sought to destroy him. Perhaps things could be found in following Tak—perhaps the Khalif had been wrong all along. .larkspur-b02 p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .larkspur-b02 b {color:#C96812; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; font-weight:normal;} .larkspur-b02-text {margin:0px 8px 24px 176px; padding:2px; width:262px; } .larkspur-b02 {width:450px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... arksie.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#4E4844; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000; min-height:293px;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 05-09-2010 [html] [/html] - Larkspur D'Angelo - 05-16-2010 [html] 300+ Under his worn hands the sweat fell from the muscles of the heavy-set mare. She was, by breed, intended for heavier work—Larkspur didn’t know this, but he attributed her muscles to having more power. There had been other horses where he had stolen the two from. Most were flighty things, or brood mares too worn to work. It had been long months since he had been working with this one, and she had shown potential in her obedience. They were a perfect match, both unsure of themselves but learning. By now, the two had both become far more spunky they had been. Certainly, by nature, they fed off one another. Yet after so many months, he still had no name for her besides ‘Horse’. With his back to the low fence, Larkspur was focused only on the horse. By this time, he was hunched over, scraping sweat from the mare’s leg. It was her whinny, a low noise and a jerk of the head that made him stand. Standing behind the fence was a boy about the age of his nephew. Immediately though, he recognized whose child that was. He had seen the boy before as a child, when his mother had held him against the coyotes. She had certainly done her duty in raising the child—he was growing into an impressive figure. It was the eyes that betrayed his blood, above all else. That phosphorescent blue that burned against a dark face, it was unmistakable. Larkspur’s own eyes, a much more full-mood mad Jack-O-Lantern orange, sharpened and focused on the young man. He took him in, the holes of his pupils trying to swallow the figure, and he saw the shadow of what could have been and smiled in a most peculiar fashion. “Well ‘lo, King,” the Wahrer greeted, shifting his weight to better view the youngster. .larkspur-b02 p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .larkspur-b02 b {color:#C96812; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; font-weight:normal;} .larkspur-b02-text {margin:0px 8px 24px 176px; padding:2px; width:262px; } .larkspur-b02 {width:450px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... arksie.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#4E4844; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000; min-height:293px;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 05-17-2010 [html] [/html] - Larkspur D'Angelo - 05-22-2010 [html] 300+ There was the shadow of evil in the child. He was a creature who had not merely been born, but formed out of his father’s need for an heir. The elder boys—the violet eyed alpha and his fat brother (whom Larkspur had seen in passing, and saw no more of after that)—were imperfect. They had been made accidentally, from love and from passion. King was different. He would always been different, though Larkspur did not know if the child yet understood this. Yet looking into his eyes, eyes which were far too intelligent for his age, the D’Angelo did not doubt he would come to know truth in his time. Soon, but not yet. One hand traced the firm line of the horses skull, following it up to the widow’s peak formed under a thick forelock. He took better care of the horse’s appearance then he did his own, but the wolf could not be blamed for such things. In his mind, he would always look terrible. Until he was cleansed and all was made right. Soon, but not yet. “Larkspur. I’m a friend of yer father’s,” he added, though he did not believe that Haku had friends. He had tools. He had enemies. He had those who were also bound in shadow and sin. Not friends. Still, Larkspur was simple. He could not explain this beyond such a basic word. “This,” he continued, combing his nails through the mare’s forelock. “, is a horse. You ride ‘em, and can use ‘em to carry things. Don’t s’pect y’d git good eatin’ out of ‘em, though.” Even now, he instinctually knew better then to attack a horse. They were larger and far more dangerous then any deer. He would take his chances with white-tails and smaller, less dangerous food sources. .larkspur-b02 p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .larkspur-b02 b {color:#C96812; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; font-weight:normal;} .larkspur-b02-text {margin:0px 8px 24px 176px; padding:2px; width:262px; } .larkspur-b02 {width:450px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... arksie.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#4E4844; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000; min-height:293px;} </style> [/html] - King Chance - 05-25-2010 [html] [/html] - Larkspur D'Angelo - 06-08-2010 [html] What it actually took to train and break a horse was beyond Larkspur. He had stolen the mare from another Luperci and worked with her since then. Though amateur at best when it came to dealing with the horse, the two had learned how to work together and thus thrived as best they could. Misery had a great deal of credit as far as this, having taught him how to ride and care for the mare. He saw the expression on the boy’s face and smiled thinly, knowing fully well that Haku did not so much have friends as he had…well, who knew what he had. Were he educated like the boy he would have known such terms as ‘accessory’ and ‘accomplice’, but Larkspur was simple. He had been raised deep in the mountains by simple occidental folk, who knew as little about the outside world as they did about the truth to why the sun rose and fell. The boy had come. This made Larkspur glad, in a small way. He had made the starting mark. He had gotten his claws in. All he had to do now was rip out everything false and his work would be done. “We met before I joined here,” he explained, going back to the task at hand. “We’re…we’re similar, I ‘spect,” Larkspur struggled, unable to communicate what he understood in his soul. .larkspur-torch .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#4B4741;} .larkspur-torch p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .larkspur-torch b {color:#F0E5D8; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .larkspur-torch-img {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010may/larkspur2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:182px;} .larkspur-torch {background-color:#76736F; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style:none solid solid solid; border-color: #000000; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:14px; color:#2B2723; letter-spacing:-.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:398px; text-align:justify; margin:0 auto; padding:5px 0px; } .larkspur-torch .separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #F0E5D8; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - King Chance - 06-26-2010 [html] [/html] - Larkspur D'Angelo - 06-29-2010 [html] Sorry this is short :[ Boys were impressionable things. This was why Harlowe had been chosen. This was why King had been chosen. Men made their immortality by impressing themselves on their sons, living through them and living forever if they could so manage. The mother, in this equation, did much the same—save her bond was stronger and always would be. A child belonged to his mother long before his father. Yet King, who spoke eloquently and did not fidget as most boys did, was certainly his father’s son. Larkspur knew in his heart that Haku wanted it that way, and smiled. The boy spoke of the mare, who had not fully relaxed around this new scent, and the scarred man patted the great beast’s neck. “If y’get ‘em young, it probably ain’t much dif’rent from trainin’ a boy. I d’know how this one was raised,” he added, not feeling as if explaining how he acquired the beast was necessary. “, but I s’pect that might be it. Besides, I’d rather kill somethin’ stupid then somethin’ I can use.” .larkspur-torch .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#4B4741;} .larkspur-torch p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .larkspur-torch b {color:#F0E5D8; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .larkspur-torch-img {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010may/larkspur2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:182px;} .larkspur-torch {background-color:#76736F; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style:none solid solid solid; border-color: #000000; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:14px; color:#2B2723; letter-spacing:-.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:398px; text-align:justify; margin:0 auto; padding:5px 0px; } .larkspur-torch .separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #F0E5D8; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - King Chance - 07-08-2010 Sorry this is late! D: [html] [/html] - Larkspur D'Angelo - 07-08-2010 [html] Wrap this up soon? Though we should have them hang out some more. It was no so bad to be lacking social norms. Certainly it presented problems, though, of this he had no doubt. Larkspur himself was a creature who was not destined to live among others. He was blackened and wrong and without any useful skills outside of instinctual—and yet here he was, one of the highest ranking members in a pack he had sworn nothing to. Haku alone had held his loyalty, and with Haku gone, all that kept him here was that faint idea that something had to give. The world had changed, and it would change again. This was the way of all things. A frown crossed the dark man’s face, and he felt his scar twinge with the motion. “No,” he said honestly, though his voice carried no bite. “Fer him, it’s likely best that way. Yer dad’s got enemies, boy, and he’s got enemies everywhere. But I s’pect,” he added quickly, as if dreading he might upset the boy. “He’ll come when he means to. I don’t think anythin’ kin stop what he is.” While he did not believe Haku immortal, he believed that there was something so terrible within the man that it would not rest for a long while yet. .larkspur-torch .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#4B4741;} .larkspur-torch p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .larkspur-torch b {color:#F0E5D8; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .larkspur-torch-img {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010may/larkspur2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:182px;} .larkspur-torch {background-color:#76736F; border-width:1px; border-size:1px; border-style:none solid solid solid; border-color: #000000; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:14px; color:#2B2723; letter-spacing:-.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:398px; text-align:justify; margin:0 auto; padding:5px 0px; } .larkspur-torch .separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #F0E5D8; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - King Chance - 07-20-2010 Definitely. 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