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- Saul Stormbringer - 02-20-2012 [html]
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The night had been long and laborious for both Saul and the four horses he'd bought with him from Ichika. Every step had hurt, walking away from everything he'd ever known. But X'yrin was right when she said he was a man still in the making. He didn't know half of the world that the lived in and he knew he needed this, this break away from the comforting lands that he knew, to thrust him into the limelight of his own maturity. He'd always been an old soul, there was no doubt about that. But he also recognised how little he'd lived in life, how little he'd actually experienced. He'd only ever been drunk three times in his life and he'd made the mistake of being seduced by the elusive Imari Hart and had a small bundle of joy rushing about his heels to prove it. The young boy kept up a constant stream of noise as he chased his fathers paws, hanging off his tail and becoming constantly distracted with the various spring time fauna roaming around. Saul did his best to educate his son on the world around him and he would stop occasionally to make sure Temeraire understood what he was saying. If I had words to make a day for you, @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family= ... +Light+Two); #saulTXT { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #saulTXT .quote { height:200px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/VOypx.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:center center; text-align:center; font-family: } #saulTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #saulTXT .quote p { text-indent:0; padding-top:50px; font-family: 'Shadows Into Light Two', cursive; font-size:18px; line-height:24px; } #saulTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #saulTXT .txtooc { font-style:italic; } #saulTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #saulTXT b { letter-spacing:.5px; } #saulTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #saulTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; } </style>[/html] - Wayne McCoy - 02-24-2012 [html] Sorry for the wait! Powerplay of Dixie approved. +3 The cowpokes were out riding when the call from the borders came. It had been far too long since they’d simply rode together, both too busy making sure the horses were taken care of as well as attending to other duties, such as Wayne and his training. Duke and Fern had been happy to trample through the Casa di Cavalieri territory at a gallop, and eventually the pair of luperci had practiced roping—with mixed results. As true as their aim with the lassos was, the unpleasant sensation of being jerked off a horse was something Wayne could do without; he was glad that they were going at only a trot by this point. The loop came soaring over his head when he heard the howl, and the dusty-furred man quickly reached up and caught it with his fist, tugging hard to the Samoyed mix almost fell off her small stallion. He offered her an apologetic look then gestured in the direction of the call, already tossing her the rope back. Nudging Fern’s flanks with his heels, the Rispetto male cantered in the direction of the borders with the woman following. He grinned as he glanced over at her, her petite body balanced perfectly on the stallion, as if she and the horse were one. He staved off any more thoughts—of that starlit night—and focused on reaching the territory boundary so they could attend to whoever was asking for them. They’d gotten plenty of visitors before, and Wayne had gotten used to taking time to patrol to make sure no potential joiner was overlooked, so he adapted well to the quickest path there. Familiar smells reached his nostrils then, as they came out from the sparse trees. One was canine, Ichikan, male, Saul. The others were equine scents, with one in particular that tugged at his heart. He grinned and barked over his shoulder at Dixie-May, who brightened in realization of the same conclusion he’d come to, and finally slowed down the final yards to the Casa borders.
“Saul!” Wayne greeted, dismounting from the large horse in a fluid motion. He stepped toward the other large male, offering a hand to shake—while not bothering to hide his appraisal of the horses with him. Regardless, he was unusually happy to see the wolf he’d gotten to know better during his stay in Ichika no Ho-en, but of course part of that was spurned on by his happiness at seeing Gypsy, who was making scolding noises at Duke already. He chuckled then met the Stormbringer’s green eyes. “What brings ya down here?” .waysaddle b {font-weight:bold; color:#aa3821; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #936f4a; } .waysaddle p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .waysaddle {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#daa46e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CGa3P.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#936f4a;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Dixie-May Jackson - 02-28-2012 [html] BLAH / +3 The riding was nice. It had been a while since Dixie and Wayne had been able to get out with the horses and just go for a relaxing ride, they’d been way too busy with chores. Training the other horses in riding, pulling the wagon, different commands and such took a long time and a lot of effort. When they weren’t training, they were cleaning the horses and herding. Hunting sometimes, weapons training, keeping the fort grounds clean and well taken care of, and of course Dixie made her baskets and other relatively useless things when she had the time. Overall they simply had no time at all to relax and be together, unless it was night time and the few hours that they took to sleep. .lovher b {font-weight:bold; color:#887b52; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #1a1504; } .lovher p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .lovher {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#524a35; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/aLHGo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 310px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8b8162; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .lovher p b:before { content: open-quote; } .lovher p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 03-01-2012 [html]
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Saul knew it would be a few moments before either one of them turned up, so he settled to soothing to two horses with him. He'd grown fond of the paint mare since her stay with him and she pushed her head happily into his chest as he stroked her neck appreciatively. He would be sad to see her go, but it been an eventuality that had simply been bought forward a couple of months. Once Gypsy had foaled and recovered, Saul would have been taking her and the foal back anyway, so it really was an inevitability that she be returned. He chuckled softly, stroking her ears and murmuring a soft goodbye to her when Temeraire irritated yip caused the male to look around. His black furred son was scrabbling at Maia's leg, trying his best to climb up the horse and onto her back. His little tongue poked out in sheer concentration and Saul was about to interrupt the boy- to tell him to leave Maia alone lest she kick him- when the sound of hoofbeats caught his attention and he turned back to watch the two people he'd called for approaching, both astride large horses. One he was familiar with- Duke, the harrassed stallion that he'd met when he'd first met Dixie and Wayne, the other he wasn't so familiar with. If I had words to make a day for you, @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family= ... +Light+Two); #saulTXT { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #saulTXT .quote { height:200px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/VOypx.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:center center; text-align:center; font-family: } #saulTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #saulTXT .quote p { text-indent:0; padding-top:50px; font-family: 'Shadows Into Light Two', cursive; font-size:18px; line-height:24px; } #saulTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #saulTXT .txtooc { font-style:italic; } #saulTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #saulTXT b { letter-spacing:.5px; } #saulTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #saulTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; } </style>[/html] - Wayne McCoy - 03-17-2012 [html] Well here is a reply after like, forever. And Wayne is jealous grumpypants. +5 The welcoming smile on the male’s face faded into a little perplexed frown once the Samoyed cross darted past him, launching herself at the wolf in one of her hugs. The sight of the pair embracing stirred old possessiveness within the cowboy, and the side of his lip twitched, threatening to reveal a tooth. Luckily, the instinctive growl was suppressed and only buzzed inaudibly in his chest. In fact, he might as well not have reacted at all if not for the flattening of Fern’s ears as she recognized the change in demeanor of her owner. She whickered sadly, but Wayne ignored her and only watched Saul with new eyes. The introduction of the dark little cub distracted him from his thoughts, however, and a genuine smile returned to his squared-off muzzle as he looked down at the puppy. He hunkered down for just a moment, letting out a little “howdy” as the boy sidled closer to his father and greeted them with the uncertainty natural to less outgoing pups. He was surprised he hadn’t seen the child while he was at Ichika, though to be fair, he hadn’t met many of the adult members during his stay there either, too focused on his training. Wayne turned an appraising eye to the brood mare, who looked like she’d be a handful to work with, when the news of Saul’s departure from Ichika caused the male to turn his had sharply. Perhaps he’d been blind to the unease in the pack during his short visitation there, as this was a total surprise to him. He began to shake his head but kept his ears pricked as the man went on. The request had the mongrel’s rough features softening, and he looked at the pair of pregnant horses. In his heart, he knew he could not reject them—especially not the chance to bring Gypsy home. He loved Fern, and Fern was the sweetest creature any rider could ask for, but she was lacking in the spitfire personality that he’d come to admire in his old hardy friend. “Spring’s comin’,” Wayne said after a moment, reaching up to scratch at his dirty-blonde hair. His old hat tilted askew before he adjusted it, clearing his throat. “Don’t see why they couldn’t stay, since feedin’ will be easier with the warm weather, an’ we’ll be able to build a barn. D’ya know if there’s any way we could contact you? If somethin’ happens?” He wanted badly to just grab the mares and bring them into their new home, but he needed to be the more grounded of the pair. He needed to think, to reason, and he knew this might be a handful with the number of horses that were already part of Casa’s wandering herd. He knew that Hadley liked to help feed the creatures, though, and a few others could take some of the weight off the cowpokes by making sure their personal mounts were tended to.
“Don’t see why not,” he repeated. .waysaddle b {font-weight:bold; color:#aa3821; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #936f4a; } .waysaddle p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .waysaddle {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#daa46e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CGa3P.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#705338;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>
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