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- Trent - 03-07-2012 [html] for Alli 'n her Alder I wouldn't mind 1 other hopping in to keep the boys 'n pony company, either here is a beautiful drawing Red made of Trent and the icelandic horse (lovingly named 'pony') for size reference. :3 · table by Alli! In his optime form, Trent was lingering around the edges of the ocean. Paws crunched against the rocky shores as he walked the shore and looked out over the ocean. He liked looking out over that large expanse of blue and reminding himself of how puny he was. Many didn't, he knew, but for Trent, remembering he was nothing but a speck on the face of the earth always made him feel at ease, for it made everything he did seem so insignificant. It didn't matter whether he was a sick pervert or a normal, perfect son-in-law type guy. Not in the grand scheme of things. And, since the dark stranger still hadn't left his mind, now more than ever he needed to believe that his sick mind wasn't anything so bad. It wan't like he was going to destroy the world with it or anything, after all. Trent rolled his tense shoulders as he looked at the ocean, a grim look on his face; like that of a warrior after a battle that cost half his squad's men. That was how he felt, even though his situation was nowhere as dramatic as that, of course. A lost man. It was then that something nuzzled at his arm. Trent instantly jumped away, feeling like a fool for not noticing that anything had approached, engulfed in the salty sea air and the large expanse of water in front of him. "Shit!" he growled as he tumbled over a couple of rocks and fell onto the rocky beach. Trent yelped as he fell on top of a sharp rock with his lower back and was formed to remain on the ground. Well, at least it was just some short pony thing that had nuzzled him, which was a consolation. It could've been a limb-ripping grizzly or something like that, after all. Giving up the idea that he might get up in the next five minutes, Trent remained on the ground and stared at the sky. If he hadn't felt quite dramatic enough about his puny life just yet, then he certainly did now. "All because of a stupid po-oooh-hey! Hey!!" He shouted the last, since the pony had wandered its way over to his head and was now trying to eat his hair. "That's not grass, you bloody... thing, you!" He bared his teeth and twisted his head to face the pony, which had quite the happy look on its face as it slobbered a couple of ruddy Trent-hairs into its mouth and started to chew on them. .trentfeb1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#735245; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;} .trentfeb1-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473c35; text-align:left;} .trentfeb1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .trentfeb1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:600px;background-color:#1b0100; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BxMZH.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 123px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5f301b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 03-09-2012 [html] [/html] - Trent - 03-15-2012 [html] ooc here · table by Alli! Trent lifted his arms and tried to push the pony away, but to no avoid. The damn thing was stronger than he liked to admit, and simply kept pushing her head back into his mane, nibbling on the hairs she managed to pull from his head. The only consolation was that at least, Trent was pretty sure that he was alone and no one else was there to see his demise by the hooves of a stupid pony. That is, until he heard Alder's voice. Trent looked up and groaned unhappily. He glanced at Alder's hand and remembered that he'd been offered a hand before, but had never understood what it meant. Feeling a little unsure if this was the proper reaction to the extended hand, Trent grabbed the hand with his and pulled himself up to his feet with another groan, a few hairs painfully ripped from his head by the insolent pony in the process. "Well, at least we'll have a lovely dinner tonight," Trent said casually, his tone half-serious, and looked at Alder's face, if only briefly, to try and figure out whether the male could appreciate the half-joke. If it was all serious, then Trent wouldn't mind chopping the weird small horse to pieces, but he guessed that Alder had other plans for it. The pony lifted its head, looking at Trent, and then lowered its head to the ground and started to search for food on the rocky beach. .trentfeb1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#735245; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;} .trentfeb1-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473c35; text-align:left;} .trentfeb1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .trentfeb1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:600px;background-color:#1b0100; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BxMZH.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 123px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5f301b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 03-20-2012 [html] [/html] - Trent - 03-21-2012 [html] ooc here · table by Alli! Alder didn't seem to be able to appreciate his joke much, but then, Trent wasn't sure what he had been expecting. It was hard for him to try and look at things from Alder's perspective, someone who liked horses and saw them as friends instead of food. Trent wiped a few strands of his long mane from his face and shuffled his weight between his feet briefly in a moment of awkward silence, while Alder put on his serious frowny face; one that Trent hadn't seen that much so far, luckily. He didn't like it one bit. A home. Trent tried to push the pony's nose away as she nibbled on his elbow, but she just kept pushing back. "Err... When's your birthday?" Trent grinned as he attempted another joke and hoped he could turn Alder's frown around. It didn't seem like such a bad idea; after all, Alder loved horses and since Trent was pretty awful at interior decorating and hunting both, this pony-thing seemed to be a good -- and free -- gift. Since spring was approaching, surely his birthday was sometime soon? .trentfeb1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#735245; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;} .trentfeb1-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473c35; text-align:left;} .trentfeb1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .trentfeb1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:600px;background-color:#1b0100; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BxMZH.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 123px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5f301b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 03-27-2012 [html] sorry for the wait [/html] - Trent - 04-04-2012 [html] It's fine <3 I've been rather busy myself anyway, and also provided you with a wait · table by Alli! Alder didn't seem to understand Trent's half-joke very well. Either that, or he just wanted to hear the words directly from Trent's mouth. How to respond to Alder's words was kind of hard, not knowing whether or not he'd understood the joke. In the end, Trent uncharacteristically decided to take the leap into assuming that Alder knew damn well what he was talking about. "Darn, that's a long time to be stuck with a pony," he said and he grinned briefly, although still a little awkwardly, as he looked at Alder. It was probably a good thing, Trent realised all too well, that Alder didn't know that Trent had intended to hunt his enormous horse that day they'd first met. Or that Trent really wouldn't have minded eating the pony. Food was food, and Trent didn't entirely see the use of being friends with horses. .trentfeb1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#735245; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;} .trentfeb1-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473c35; text-align:left;} .trentfeb1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .trentfeb1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:600px;background-color:#1b0100; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BxMZH.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 123px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5f301b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 04-10-2012 [html] [/html] - Trent - 05-05-2012 [html] sorry for the long wait! · table by Alli! Trent felt awkward even though they were light-heartedly joking, but it was a feeling that he was used to. Trent always felt awkward in any social situation, since he didn't really know how to behave. It wasn't so much that he cared about others' opinions, but it was mostly that he didn't want to end up friendless and alone if ever a situation arose where having others to back you up was good. Thinking about it, it made him feel kind of pathetic, but, well... He was used to that, too. Selfish, cowardly, but striving for the approval of others in their face, regardless. The thought of being glued to a horse didn't make Trent feel very at ease, and he looked at the pony unhappily. Well, if she would be in one of Alder's stables, she'd have no choice but to stay where they put her, anyway, so that helped. He nodded in agreement. "That sounds good." Trent looked at the pony and he started to walk in the direction of the stables, a place that was fairly central in the pack lands, close to the hotel and so Trent had come there several times already. It was one of the first places he'd found after joining, and where he had first run into Alder after joining the pack, too. "So uh.. What do you use the horses for, anyway..?" Why are you friends with them? He didn't phrase the last question, aware of its social incompetence, and looked to Alder; hoping that he'd find the answer to the rude questions in his head through the curious, innocent one he'd actually asked. .trentfeb1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#735245; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;} .trentfeb1-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473c35; text-align:left;} .trentfeb1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .trentfeb1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:600px;background-color:#1b0100; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BxMZH.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 123px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5f301b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 05-05-2012 [html]np! [/html] - Trent - 06-20-2012 [html] ooc · table by Alli! Trent wasn't entirely surprised when he heard about riding horses, since he had seen some others that did - and at the time, it had surprised him, but no longer now - although he hadn't ever seen a horse tow wagons or plows. He didn't really know what either of those were, either, but felt stupid asking, so he did not. Trent frowned as he looked at the pony that was following him around like a puppy that had lost its mother. He couldn't imagine her ever carrying anything. Especially not him. "Do you think this, err... Could learn that sort of stuff?" He wasn't so sure about riding, but maybe she could pull something? He'd seen the wagons - though he didn't know that was the word used for them - around the stables and track before, so he was pretty sure that it was possible. All he needed to do was walk next to her all the time while she pulled stuff around, he guessed, if she would always remain as attached to his hip as now. Maybe it'd get better once he'd stuff her in a stable somewhere, so that he could decide whether he wanted the annoying thing pluck at him all the time. Trent smiled back at Alder as he spoke about horses as if he was speaking about a lover, and he couldn't help but laugh a little at Alder's seriousness on the subject. It sounded so silly to speak that way about something that, to Trent, had been food up until recently. He just smiled at Alder as they walked, not really sure how to respond to what Alder had just said, and afraid that any response he could give would be disrespectful. .trentfeb1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#735245; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;} .trentfeb1-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473c35; text-align:left;} .trentfeb1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .trentfeb1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:600px;background-color:#1b0100; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BxMZH.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 123px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5f301b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 06-25-2012 [html] glad we can continue this. maybe we could have a new thread soon? [/html] - Trent - 06-26-2012 [html] yep, good idea -- we can finish this one soon and then have a new one? · table by Alli! Trent still felt kind of weird having his pony-thing follow him around, as though he was somehow its owner, because he very much felt like he was not. Trent had nothing to offer this thing, but in the least perhaps Alder could take care of it, if Trent decided that he would or could not. But the least he could do, he supposed, was give the animal a chance and do something less selfish for a change by giving the pony a chance to win his heart, or something. Trent didn't like the idea of anything relying on him, because he was highly unreliable and liked his freedom, but it didn't seem he'd have much of a chance, anyway. Maybe if it could learn how to be ridden or pull things though, it could at least be useful, and Trent hoped that would be the case. Then it would be a little less like carying around dead weight, but more like being the dead weight the pony was carying around. Well, it wasn't much, but better than nothing. Alder's request that she needed a name popped Trent from his thoughts, and he lifted his gaze from the road ahead of them to look at Alder. "Uh... 'Pony' seems good?" he suggested with a sheepish grin, because Trent was awful at creative things like coming up with names and he couldn't think of anything else. .trentfeb1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#735245; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;} .trentfeb1-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473c35; text-align:left;} .trentfeb1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .trentfeb1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:600px;background-color:#1b0100; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BxMZH.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 123px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5f301b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 07-10-2012 [html] i'll close this up! [/html] |