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- Cassandra Asylum - 08-18-2012 [html]
[/html] - Skye Collins - 08-18-2012 [html] ^^ yay It was disconcerting, the rapid change in the atmosphere of the pack. Jace's near-betrayal of her family, clawing Honrin in the face so that his scarred appearance was not permanent, combined with the sadness of Eclipse's recent miscarriage brought forth a silent grief in the pack, thick as fog and as muffling as well. Skye shared it, carried it on her shoulders, although she did her best to alleviate the pain where she went - and it was lightening, although little by little. The alpha female herself was now heavily pregnant, only a few days away from her birth, although she did not know it. Her stomach was not as large as some others' would have been - a small litter, she thought, or small pups, or more likely both for her stomach to allow her to be as graceful as she was - which, admittedly, was not much. She found herself travelling with Jack, her stallion, much more than usual, in case she needed to get somewhere in a hurry. Shifting, of course, was out of the question. Jack nickered, as he usually did when they traveled along the borders together. She was ambling slowly, as to not strain herself too much, and Jack was keeping pace. However, his noise surprised her - he usually didn't vocalize himself unless someone or something else was near. Her question was answered quickly - a high pitched, short yowl of sorts sounded from the borders, a bit of ways away from where Skye and Jack were. There were inflections and tones that would not be present in a wolf's howl, leading Skye to believe that it was a coyote at the borders. She tugged lightly on Jack's mane, leading him to where the noise had come from, wondering what the stranger would want. As she pushed through the bushes and undergrowth, she saw the woman at her borders - she was white, all white, without a speck of color on her coat. Her eyes and nose, however, were pink. She also had a horse with her, Skye observed, which was almost as colorless as the woman herself. Jack fidgeted and nickered once more - although he was tame with Skye, he was still wary around strangers. She patted him absentmindedly, noting that the woman's scent did not carry any pack scent - she was a loner, most likely. "Welcome to Cercatori d'Arte's borders," she said, a Cheshire grin gracing her face, causing her to look quite amiable and charismatic. "I am Skye Collins, the leader of these lands. What brings you here?" she asked, waving her hand towards the territory, the various bangles and bracelets jangling as she did. .skyefreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fefbee; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #333e46; } .skyefreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #cde4f3; text-align:center;} .skyefreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .skyefreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#cde4f3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ree001.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #fefbee; padding: 0px 0px 165px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .skyefreebe01-border1 {width:506px; border:1px solid #485259; margin:0 auto;} .skyefreebe01-line1 {width:470px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b5cee0; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Cassandra Asylum - 08-19-2012 [html] [/html] - Skye Collins - 08-23-2012 [html] sorry for the delay She listened intently, her ears perked high, as the woman said that she came for trade. Trade, now, trade was something that Skye always welcomed and encouraged - trade was what kept her pack flowing along nicely, the cushion of protection that came along with the friendships that trade forged. Trade, yes, trade was something she could get behind, and she continued to listen, her eyes now gleaming. Her eyes drifted over to the horse, who, she realized, was in slightly poor shape. The equine's head was bowed lower than normal for a horse, and it almost seemed dirty and battered - not in good condition at all. She wondered if the woman had traded for the horse, or had just neglected to take care of it until now. The items the other offered were quite tempting - dye was always welcome within the home of the arts, as were jewelry. Refraining from judging, however, she maintained her grin and stepped backward, inviting the woman into the territory temporarily. "I'm sure that we can find proper care for your horse in exchange for dye and jewlery," she said, the grin never receding from her face. "We have some reins, and blankets for the horses - we also have aloe vera and cloth to help with those wounds of hers." .skyefreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fefbee; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #333e46; } .skyefreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #cde4f3; text-align:center;} .skyefreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .skyefreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#cde4f3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ree001.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #fefbee; padding: 0px 0px 165px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .skyefreebe01-border1 {width:506px; border:1px solid #485259; margin:0 auto;} .skyefreebe01-line1 {width:470px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b5cee0; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Cassandra Asylum - 08-24-2012 [html] [/html] - Skye Collins - 08-25-2012 [html] She was delighted to hear that the goods she offered would do nicely - dyes and jewelry were quite valuable in Skye's eyes. Not for their beauty, which was also appreciated, but because of the traders that often walked through Nova Scotia - it was quite easy to exaggerate the rarity and worth of jewels and necklaces, causing Skye to be able to walk away from many a trade with items worth almost twice what she traded them for. "No need," she said in response to the woman offering to ride, "it's not too far from here!" She tugged lightly on Jack's reins, leading the woman and her horse to Thornbury, the heart and pride of Cercatori d'Arte's territory. It wasn't long before she could see the buildings of the town in the distance - it was quite visible, a stark contrast from the green trees and undergrowth that the forest offered. The alpha laughed lightly at Cassandra's question as they arrived at the front of Thornbury, walking towards the stables where the livestock - and the inventory - was kept. "Certainly," she said, opening the doors to reveal the masses of animals that were kept there. The stables were built at first as just an enormous empty building, but as time went on, sections were cut off and built and expanded upon. In the front were a dozen horses, clearly visible in their large stalls - near the back, the clucks of chickens and the bleats of sheep could be heard. Next to the horse stalls was the wall where the inventory was kept - various reins and blankets were hanging from the walls, and two chests filled with other tools and items were on the floor. .skyefreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fefbee; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #333e46; } .skyefreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #cde4f3; text-align:center;} .skyefreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .skyefreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#cde4f3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ree001.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #fefbee; padding: 0px 0px 165px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .skyefreebe01-border1 {width:506px; border:1px solid #485259; margin:0 auto;} .skyefreebe01-line1 {width:470px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b5cee0; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Cassandra Asylum - 09-12-2012 [html] [/html] - Skye Collins - 09-16-2012 [html] its okay! xD Skye smiled proudly as the woman remarked on the size of the herd; it was true, that the d'Artisans had an impressive amount of livestock. What had started as such a small amount, so long ago, had grown and grown into what was now today - almost a powerful entity, allies with warriors and enemies of none. "Thank you," she said. "We are proud of them." She then considered the question - most were caught or traded for, of course, and she wasn't sure that any of the horses, save for Grace, had had any foals. She knew that the gestation period of such animals was very long, too long to put a horse out of commission for. In the d'Arte lands, the horses came and went quickly, save for those who were owned, and those were the ones ridden the most. "Traded for, mostly, but some we caught. Most are tame," she added as an afterthought, thinking of one horse that Jace's family owned that was quite vicious indeed. She entered the building, glad that the smell was not as powerful as it had been in the past - Honrin was a very useful member to have, indeed. She would remember to give him praise for his work with the animals. She turned to the wall with the horse's supplies, gesturing towards it. "Blankets, some reins, and cloth," she said, indicating that the woman could choose any of items to use for her horse. Most of it was easy to make and use, and it would be easy to replace them. What the woman brought, however, was quite valuable in the home of the arts. .skyefreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fefbee; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #333e46; } .skyefreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #cde4f3; text-align:center;} .skyefreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .skyefreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#cde4f3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ree001.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #fefbee; padding: 0px 0px 165px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .skyefreebe01-border1 {width:506px; border:1px solid #485259; margin:0 auto;} .skyefreebe01-line1 {width:470px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b5cee0; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Cassandra Asylum - 09-18-2012 [html] [/html] - Skye Collins - 09-22-2012 [html] Skye beamed when the woman said it was lovely work - she agreed. Although Skye did not make most of the items found in the pack, she did take pride in trading for some, usually ending up with a bargain. However, those were things they did not have the means to make - these reins and blankets were easy for the d'Artisans to procure from learned hands. "Most of these were made," she said, "although some were traded for." She cocked her head at the materials that the woman had brought - she gingerly opened one of the jars and felt the crushed dye material inside. "Very nice," she said. "Where did you get this?" She carefully picked up two of the jars of dye, yellow and red - difficult colors to come by, if not for the woman - and a necklace that while useless, would surely fetch something quite valuable from nearby traders who had eyes for pretty little trinkets. "Thank you, these will not go to waste," she promised, indicating the decorated colors of the stables that her d'Artisans had painted. .skyefreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fefbee; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #333e46; } .skyefreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #cde4f3; text-align:center;} .skyefreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .skyefreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#cde4f3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ree001.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #fefbee; padding: 0px 0px 165px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .skyefreebe01-border1 {width:506px; border:1px solid #485259; margin:0 auto;} .skyefreebe01-line1 {width:470px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b5cee0; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ - Cassandra Asylum - 10-02-2012 [html] [/html] |