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- Oak - 10-15-2012 [html]aw, just one please Oak is clearing trails after the storm ^^ [/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 10-15-2012 [html] Weird, bad post I was trying to write very quickly. :O But I wanted to meet Oak! <33 +453
Shiloh was exhausted. She slept in very late the morning after returning to the pack lands, and she woke yet-groggy and guilty as well. She didn’t remember where the impromptu idea for the trip had even come from, but in hindsight she saw that it’d taken her away from her pack as they launched into projects to clean up the lands after the hurricane. She didn’t want the others to think that she was too stuck-up to lend a hand, and that the whole business of the trading trip was an elaborate excuse not to be around, but she kept these worries private and tried to look at it from a different angle. She’d plenty of gifts for her pack mates, and there were a few new horses in the stables, too; some that might have training to pull larger branches from where they’d fallen about the territory.
She comforted herself with these thoughts, snuggled in her blankets, the tortoiseshell cat curled in a ball against her shoulder. She opened her eyes again and reached out to pet the feline’s dark mottled fur before looking at the sunlight streaming in through the windows. There was no putting it off any longer; she had to get up if she was going to be useful to Vinátta and make her rounds with the gifts.
A walk would do her some good, first, and maybe she could visit her gelding at the stables. She smiled at the thought and donned her woolen dress, the warmer in this chilly autumn weather, before opening the door. Muddy scampered out before her, tail high and bright yellow eyes already searching for smaller creatures to pounce on. Shiloh shut her door gently and looked at the lovely versicolor crown of leaves of the tree closest to her home. It was a pity that they’d lose their vibrant mantles soon, though many had already been stripped bare and knocked down with the storm.
The white she-wolf walked at a leisurely pace along the trails, letting her mind grow blank as she enjoyed the scenery and pushed aside her worries. Over the sounds of the winter birds and the wind, though, was the dull thunk of an axe hitting a tree. Milk ears stirred in honey hair, and she quickened her pace slightly, curious to know where the sound was coming from.
She got her answer soon enough. A rich redwood-colored Luperci was pulling at a dead tree, his axe on the ground nearby. A sudden smile flickered across her features, and she wordlessly stepped forward, getting a hold on a branch stub and lending her strength to push the tree off the path, playfully silent and refusing to meet his eyes. <style type="text/css"> .doleap .space {width:160px; height:420px; float:right;} .doleap b {color:#706f49;} .doleap p {text-indent:35px; padding:3px 20px; margin:0px;} .doleap {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#fff; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/vGrsS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #706f49; padding:15px 0px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:1em; color:#333; line-height:16px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Oak - 10-16-2012 [html]your post was great ^^ [/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 10-18-2012 [html] <333 Shiloh is being a dork.
Shiloh doubted that her strength would do much in hauling the large branch, but despite her slender figure she was far from waifish; she did regularly swing a giant staff around, at any rate. From her reckoning, the reddish-brown male did a lot more than that. Her blue eyes trailed along his sturdy muscles for as long as she was confident his darker blues weren’t focused on her, at which point she smiled and continued to pretend there wasn’t anything in the world besides the hefty branch they were shoving away from the village pathway. The she-wolf’s arms were beginning to complain from the unusual exertion when the man straightened, and Shiloh took the cue to do so herself, brushing her hair out of her face and rubbing at a sore arm. She did flash him a brighter grin, nodding. “Hi,” she replied with teasing brevity, but decided that was enough playing and managed to bow her head in gracious greeting. “My name’s Shiloh,” the woman said at last. “I’m Saul’s sister.” She wasn’t sure what else to add after the introduction, deciding that the fact they hadn’t bumped into each other officially before didn’t need to be stated. <style type="text/css"> .doleap .space {width:160px; height:420px; float:right;} .doleap b {color:#706f49; text-shadow:#999 1px 1px 2px;} .doleap p {text-indent:35px; padding:3px 20px; margin:0px;} .doleap {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#fff; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/vGrsS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #706f49; padding:15px 0px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:1em; color:#333; line-height:16px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] |