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- Baird Byrne - 09-16-2012 [html] Word Count :: 563Winter, cos I read that Neela likes it, if that's ok? Optime. After Neela leaves Ichika, but erasing Tony from the timeline, sorry Tony. He had initially thought that he would travel for a long while, not stopping in one place for too long. Originally Nova Scotia was going to be a stepping stone for him, a place to explore before he moved on to the rest of Canada and then America. He had wanted to see all that the world had to offer, but things had changed. After landing here, half drowned and bewildered, he had met many strangers, taking the interactions in his stride. Among these strangers had been many females, most of them attractive and interesting enough to catch his eyes, like the dual toned Axelle, and the golden furred Grace, but he had moved on from them and kept their conversations as pleasant memories. So when he had met her he had been shocked. She was unlike the others, stronger and nobler, while being entirely beautiful. He had never had this reaction to another before, he had thought he was doomed to love only his family and his quoll companion forever, but he knew, as soon as he laid eyes on her that he was in love. 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As always Neela winced at the noise, silently despairing the bottom planks which would need replacing soon. There were better places to land here; a sandy beach 10 miles north and even an old human pier in relatively good condition double that distance south but Neela had been out on the sea for just shy of a day and a half solid, and she wanted to get home, back to Baird. She dismounted the Meria with a jump, sack of fish held in one hand and several chains running back to the Meria in the other, wincing as the small pebbles dug into her feet with the impact. As damaging as this landing was to the boat it did have the advantage of many solid rocks that could hold the Meria from drifting away and it was simple job to loop some chains over them; the sandy beach would have required driving pegs into the nearest firm ground and that sometimes took near as long as the walk back would. Neela spared the glistening, perfect snow one lingering look and then tied the sack onto her back and went down on all fours, shifting into Secui form and racing into snow taller than herself. Tankfully the snow was lightly packed and Neela’s Secui form could push through it easily, slowly frosting the collie with white as she pushed her way towards home. Neela’s tail wagged fiercely as she bounded forwards, spreading snow behind her like a small propeller. Neela caught sight of the den off in the distance and barked loudly, announcing her approach. Neela broke through the snow backing the door at a jump, emerging from the bank like a furry, red comet. She slipped as she went, landing on her belly in front of Baird. ”Ummmm, I brought food.” Neela said embarrassedly, picking herself up of the floor. Deftly she worried the knot holding the sack on her shoulders loose with her teeth and shrugged the bag off before shaking herself vigorously, spreading droplets of water and snow around. Neela looked up again and laughed; Baird’s bundle of blankets was now flecked with white all over from the flying snow. Tail wagging Neela began to shift, her back arching as bones lengthened and fur softened. Experience had made Neela a quick shifter and soon she was standing on two feet, pushing her newly grown mane off her face. Rather than bothering for her usual ponytail Neela just pushed all her hair so it was going down her back and then started to worm her way onto the blankets with Braid, tail wagging; just because she didn’t particularly need the extra heat didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it, and the proximity to Braid made it all the sweeter. .risinghope b {font-weight:bold; color:#a38750; letter-spacing:.5px} .risinghope p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .risinghope {margin:0 auto; width:600px; background-color:#471e00; background-image:url(http://i43.tinypic.com/1vif8.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #885004; padding: 330px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#a27e36; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html] - Baird Byrne - 09-19-2012 [html] Word Count :: 913 Baird is a complete derp... And hates snow. I hope Gelar clambering on Neela is ok? A muffled bark in the distance heralded her arrival. His ears shot upright from their miserable droop and his emerald eyes lit up, tail stirring the blankets as it attempted to wag in the midst of the swathe. Pan shuffled her way up from Baird's lap to wrap herself around his neck, Gelar staying perched on Baird's arms, feathers puffed up enough to make him look like a fluffy ball. The dingo man couldn't stop the excited yips that came from his throat, advertising his presence to the collie woman, as if she didn't know where there den was. Now that he knew that she was on her way back home he brightened up considerably, almost forgetting the biting cold, but not quite, remaining in his toasty cocoon. 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The kiss was returned happily as She squirmed against his chest, getting herself comfortable. Her eyes flicked sideways when she felt claws digging into her shoulder, noting Gelar’s presence. The triplets were nowhere to be seen – they had stayed with her for the voyage but when Neela had begun to head back inland they had flown off to hunt. ”Not bad,” she said in response to Baird’s question, resting her head against his shoulder while she spoke, ”Waves fairly calm an it ain’t that cold without the snow getting you wet, even you mighta been able ta handle it.” Neela smiled as she teased Baird about his dislike of the cold, raising one finger to lightly flick his nose, ”Lonely though, noone else sailing an if anyone was about they kept away from the shores. M’glad to be back ‘ere.” the with you at the end of her sentence was unspoken but made obvious by her tone. Baird went quiet for a moment and Neela cocked her head in concern, noting how he was staring off into space. His eyes finally met hers and he seemed alright again but Neela was still worried. ”You alright Hun?” she asked. - Baird Byrne - 09-26-2012 [html] Word Count :: 612>.< So sorry for the wait. Hello last minute posting! Gelar's movement reminded Baird of his mate's three falcons, he flicked his verdant eyes around the den, not finding the grey and white plumaged falcons. He figured that they must have stayed out to hunt. They would return when they felt like it, the dingo knew they could look after themselves, the triplets more adapted to the cold than his kookaburra. He gave the kookaburra a little tap on the beak and then snaked his arm around her again, adjusting his body as she settled into his chest. He felt a shoulder dig in to his ribs and an elbow clunk against his knee, but he didn't care, she was close to him and that was all that mattered. She returned his kiss and he felt a grin spread across his muzzle, warmth radiating from his lips and travelling all over his body. 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