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- Larkspur D'Angelo - 06-04-2011 [html] pray to your god, open your heart
Word Count: +3 ● Rowan is also present in this thread, as a note. Larkspur is using the horse confiscated from the man Janos killed; it's nondescript right now. <<; This is the Second Barn Construction thread. With help from the quiet coyote, a pen had been constructed in the area where Larkspur intended to keep the sheep and horses. It was suitable for keeping them overnight, and especially on these clear nights, but when winter came they would need to have something solid. Sirius had been adamant about keeping the buildings as hidden as possible, which Larkspur agreed with. As such, he had begun using the worn wood from the crumbling buildings to serve as his base. The tools he had brought back proved useful in dismantling these, and he had gotten that part done without much hassle. Now, though, came the actual construction. His plan was a simple one—with some larger stones, including the blocky ones left by the buildings the humans had left behind, he would frame out the foundation. By using stones and wood, he was avoiding later issues. Water could seep in to the low ground, and stones would simply hold this, as opposed to rotting. He had brought Rowan with him in order to help with small parts of this project, for she was too small to lift the stones. However, her abilities lay elsewhere; she had drawn out a shape to his liking by using a thick stick, and now was mixing a combination of silt and water that would serve as mortar for the stones. The burly wolf, meanwhile, had begun to move the heavy stones with the aid of their newest horse. Though smaller than his own, the animal could still drag the blocks into place. Larkspur was leading him by the bridle, the harness constructed for such a thing strapped around the animal. They had moved only a few so far, but one section of wall had been made clear. There was a gap within it large enough for the horse to pass through, for this was where he intended to have the door present. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:right;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Jeremiah Ezekial - 06-29-2011 You looked lonely :o. HI MEL JEREMIAH WILL HELP YOU word count: 448 [html] [/html] - Larkspur D'Angelo - 07-03-2011 [html] pray to your god, open your heart
Word Count: ● THANKS ILU The stranger’s arrival was noticed by Rowan first, who let out a small yip to alert Larkspur. The black wolf paused with his task, Trader snorting at the motion. While he had seen dogs before, in passing, he still found their appearance very strange. Rowan was part dog, but only in her fur—this man was something entirely new to Larkspur. Thus he stared at the man and further stared at the old English which made understanding him slightly difficult. Accented as it was, Larkspur struggled with his still-limited grasp of English. Rowan was still, awaiting an order from the man she called master; she did not know what he would wish her to do yet. Finally, Larkspur made sense of the words and let out a grunt. “D’y plan to help, then?” The dog didn’t look very strong, but there was other work that could be done. This was the first barn Larkspur had built, so perhaps the stranger would have some insight as far as the construction aspect of the matter at hand. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:right;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Jeremiah Ezekial - 07-16-2011 [html] [/html] - Larkspur D'Angelo - 07-19-2011 [html] pray to your god, open your heart
Word Count: ● :> For a non-native speaker, hearing the common tongue twisted into such a peculiar dialect made it remarkably hard to understand. Larkspur had to sound out the words in his head, repeating them and attempting to translate as best he could. It was difficult. As he had told Sirius, he was not clever. A barbaric intelligence was all he needed to survive; he would do just fine with that. Stones in the ground. That was a remarkable idea, and Larkspur looked visibly surprised by it. This seemed ingenious to him; it had never even occurred that stones would be able to hold the wood. He wished suddenly this man had been present when the fence was built, but for its size, the beams were sturdy. Tlanti’s child (he did not know what else to call the coyote) had aided him well in the leather weaving, which contained the sheep during the night and horses when they were not in use. “I am grateful for all help,” he said slowly, sounding out the words as if they were unfamiliar. “I am Larkspur. She is Rowan,” at her name, the dog-wolf looked up attentively. “, she does not speak English. She is my slave.” There was a subtle warning in his voice; he was protective of the girl because she was his. “I was going to pile the stones on the ground, but your idea is better,” the Arbiter added. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:right;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Jeremiah Ezekial - 07-19-2011 word count: 374 Aw, poor Larkspur, lol. I'm sorry he has trouble understanding Jere :3. [html]
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