The angular wolf-dog's angular path was directed no longer by the weakness in her legs refusing to allow her to traverse steep slopes and too-high obstacles, and now was mainly to do with curiosity. She couldn't rest for a second without soon rising again, wanting to keep finding more new nooks and crannies of the territory. Unlike her journey from home to here, which she'd found tedious and exhausting, this was fascinating. Each piece of the landscape she discovered she could fit together with the others in her mind and start to build her mind-map of the country.
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04-11-2011, 09:04 PM
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04-11-2011, 09:39 PM
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WC: 353 Denver had grown up around horses; his parents had tended to several, using them to wrangle and herd cattle and sheep around the land they'd claimed as their own. He'd wanted nothing to do with it, though he did like the large, strong creatures. He respected their power, and was amazed to see them carrying creatures his size so quickly, but he didn't trust them. They were huge, and dangerous. The dog boy had never ridden himself, and was unsure whether he would dare to, unaccompanied. He would likely need to have someone else present, and he hated appearing weak, so he hadn't gotten around to it yet. Why bother, anyways? To have a creature work for you, bring you places in more swift time? That does sound pretty good, actually... he thought to himself as he walked through the stable, reaching in to stroke the noses of some of the calmer, kinder looking beasts. One snorted as he passed it, and he let out a low shriek. Surprised by the sudden loud outburst, he hurried ahead, glancing around through narrowed icy eyes, now more wary of the creatures. Then, another horse whinnied and he frowned, walking deliberately forward, quickly rushing into the open door at the end of the stable, shutting it behind him and breathing heavily for a moment behind the door, face pressed against it, ashamed to have been scared by animals that were penned up. As he turned, loud crash managed to surprise him again, a solid and hard-sounding one. Stark, light blue eyes scanned the rather large room quickly, landing on the small frame of a woman, lanky but muscled. A white, long-haired dog-woman. His one ear that could perk up did so, and his lopsided ear did it's version. "You tryin' to scare the shit outta me, girl?" he asked accusingly, sighing a breath of relief that it was a dog and not another wolf. Still discombobulated, he placed his hands on his hips and stared hard at the ground. "Jesus," he mumbled, not even managing to bother with an introduction in his fluster. .denver_bull01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .denver_bull01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .denver_bull01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .denver_bull01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/2050/bullwhip01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>
04-12-2011, 10:20 AM
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04-12-2011, 04:46 PM
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WC: 240 "No. I did not see you there. I just wanted to hold the horseback seat." she said, a smile eventually accompanying her words. Denver breathed a brief chuckle and moved towards her, not bothering to open the door behind him again. "Alrigh', fair enough." he said, sniffing in a deep breath of the tepid air and nearly gagging in response. "Ugh, it smells terrible in here..." He waved his hand in front of his face in offense, nose crinkling. "I'm Caspa, lately a Seigneur." she introduced, managing to keep the saddle she'd just replaced from falling to the ground. Seigneur? Denver thought, eyebrows raising. Is that what that Niro fella said? "Guess that's me, too. Name's Denver." "What do you do here?" Caspa asked, wandering eyes indicating that she thought he worked in the barn, or something. Denver scoffed, "Pfff, oh no, darlin'... No," he laughed, "I don' work here. I ain' so fond'a horses, t'be honest..." He sure hoped he didn't look like a farm hand. He froze, then, looking down at his clothing and running hands through his hair and fur. Am I all dirty or something? he thought, brows furrowing with annoyance before he looked back up her quizzically. "Sure hope I don' look like I work here..." he muttered with a frown. Icy gaze flew over her for a moment before narrowing, "You ride or somethin'?" After all, she'd been ogling the gear; he wondered if she owned one herself. Owning one of them was just too much bother to be worthwhile to Denver. He preferred just to look at them. .denver_bull01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .denver_bull01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .denver_bull01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .denver_bull01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/2050/bullwhip01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>
04-13-2011, 08:25 PM
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04-13-2011, 08:50 PM
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WC: 354 "I wouldn't know," she replied, and Denver relaxed, relieved at her neutral answer. ""This horse scene is new to me. I assumed you were a local, is all." "I see. Well, no, can't say that I am. Just got here 'bout..." he paused, considering this."A day or so ago, m'self." he admitted, eyes leaving her face to wander around the room again, distaste once again showing on his face. "I like walking," she said, and Denver nodded in agreement. "Yeah," he agreed. Denver wondered why she was here, looking at all of these horse-gadgets, if she had no interest in using them. Icy eyes narrowed and rounded on her slight, thin figure again. He found himself staring, with a strange longing to touch her long, velvety-looking hair, simply to touch something so soft. He blinked this odd thought away, as it seemed the uniquely-built lady had some questions to ask him. "What brings you here to this pack, Seigneur Denver? Obviously not the equestrian lifestyle, I mean..." she asked, remarking his lack of desire to be around the creatures. "I'm just lookin' for a place I was told was a Kingdom," he started. "but I've been fair bit disappointed so far," Denver's mouth curled down into a vague frown. "I'd heard this place'd be filled with dogs, and you're the first one I seen." An ivory had reached up to scratch his face as he leaned against one of the many countertops. He felt it shift as he did so, and immediately relieved the old thing of his weight, nervous that it might fall on him, icy eyes occasionally darting to the shelving unit, suspicious. "So, uh..." he started, taking another deep breath through his nose, though immediately regretting it once again. "Why're you here?" he wondered, question clear even through his accent. It was clear to him that she was a dog; or, at least, mostly dog. Denver was glad for this fact, and hoped that more of these meetings would help him see what this place really was, and whether it would suit him, after all. An eye cast down to his sleeve, noticing a stray bit of straw there. With a single, swift motion, he brushed it away. How did that even get on me? he thought, annoyed and wary of this horrible building. .denver_bull01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .denver_bull01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .denver_bull01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .denver_bull01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/2050/bullwhip01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>
04-18-2011, 10:02 AM
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04-20-2011, 08:33 PM
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Short! :x The odd-looking girl launched into a boring story about her past life. Well, he did ask. Denver nodded in all the right places as he paced through the room slowly, briefly noting the strange way she wore her hair. His ears were turned towards her voice, but his eyes and fingers became bored and traced over the leather of the saddles, examining their details and trying to ignore their grime. When his finger came up covered in dust, though, he frowned heavily and brushed his hand furiously on his pants. Icy blue eyes wandered up as his floppy ear caught wind of the word "King". "Why are you looking for a Kingdom?" the strange lady asked, "Are you a King?". Denver almost laughed, but managed to contain himself to a simple grin. Oh, aren't I... he thought. Wouldn't he make just the perfect King? The ivory dog still hadn't met his own current King. He wondered if the man might live up to the title. Edging closer to her, now only feet away, he flicked the edge of a spur, sending it spinning and droning like an insect. As it sounded, his eyes focused to her again, his expression blank, unreadable. "Don't I look like one?" he asked seriously, the edges of his lips curling only slightly with the tilt of his head. Well, didn't he? .denver_bull01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .denver_bull01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .denver_bull01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .denver_bull01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/2050/bullwhip01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>
04-21-2011, 04:25 PM
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04-26-2011, 08:24 PM
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Tell me if this small bit of PP is not okay. And sorry for the wait! <3 WC: 452 At least the girl played along with his game, whether or not she knew that it was one. Denver let a slick smile roll across his face as she threw back her own quip. "Well, so long as you remind me if at any point I am required to curtsey." she said, nothing but a twitch of her lip to denote that she may have been joking. In accordance, he gave a firm nod, icy eyes narrowed in appraisal at this new, quirky challenger. "A'course," he agreed, 'but you mighta missed a couple back there." He did stifle laugh, because it was only a little funny. In all honesty, Denver would not have minded if he were treated as a King might be. Then this place might live up to his expectations. Distracted by the amusement of his own excessive worth, Denver mistakenly took another deep breath of the stale air, breathing in hundreds of pollen particles, instantly irritating his nostrils. His eyes began to water, and he clenched them shut, rubbing his nose and forcing the torrent of potential sneezes away. "Would you like to get out of here?" she suggested, and immediately he gave a vigorous nod. She seemed to think he might have misunderstood her, and so Caspa clarified: "I mean, with me. We could walk?" "Yes, yes, please." he said hurriedly, already moving towards the door, mouth covered by the crook of his elbow, agitated by the extreme dust and the smell of the room. In frustration, he wrenched the door open and marched into the hallway. He trusted the girl to close the door as he made his way past the confined creatues, already feeling their odd stares and hot breaths. Denver moved quickly out of the stable; he no longer wanted to be anywhere near those large beasts, their smells, or their dirt. Once outside, he removed his shirt sleeve from his face, inhaling fresh, clean air with great longing. He straightened, now much happier out of that place. The girl followed shortly behind him, and he turned to her. Icy eyes raised to hers and he glanced around, exploring the area as he hadn't before. He'd seen a large concrete circle like this one before, and vaguely knew what it may have once been, but it no longer looked as it had when the humans had been here. "So, where y'wanna walk to, Caspa?" he asked, looking about again. "I dunno this place a'tall, so..." he paused, realizing she probably didn't know it either. "Let's just go this way, I guess," Denver started, beginning at a slow, casual pace opposite the direction they'd come from. Surely it'd take them somewhere? Maybe, to castle? I hope there's a castle, he thought, already annoyed at the thought of the lack of one. .denver_bull01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .denver_bull01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .denver_bull01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .denver_bull01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/2050/bullwhip01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>
04-27-2011, 06:30 AM
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05-02-2011, 05:52 PM
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Sorry for being so sloooowww! :X WC: 319 Standing on the human-made road, the sun felt hotter than normal. The black ground was unforgiving, and quickly Denver moved to be back in the grass, annoyed with the heat building in his coat that forced him to pant in an unwelcome dog-like way. "Yes, that way I think would take us back to the hote--," she said, but her voice was cut off. Icy eyes glanced around ahead of them, not thinking much of the interruption. "I d'know if I wanna go there, though;" he said lazily, "ain't there supposed to be a castle here or somethin'?" The creme and chocolate wolf-dog was sure that they must have been a castle. What was a Kingdom without a castle? Maybe a castle would impress him enough to stay, at least. Where was that girl? "Hey," he called out, turning. What was she doing? His eyes narrowed, putting a hand above his eyes to see through the midday glare. "Hey!" he yelled, watching as one of the beasts tried to pull her into his cave. He paused for a moment, realizing that she could probably get away from it, considering it was confined. But the girl was holding him up; she seemed to know this place a bit better than he did, and he wanted to take advantage of that. With a sigh, he moved briskly towards her. Before he walked the full length, though, she seemed to have gotten away, with a swift jerk. Eyebrows raised, he stopped, placing hands back on his hips. "Well? You okay?" he asked, turning back towards their loose destination as she neared him. "I knew them things were evil." Denver reached out to brush his own clothing off, as if it had been him that had been attacked. "Did 'e get'cha?" he asked halfheartedly, glancing over to her, vaguely scanning her body for injuries. Really, though, he just didn't want to have to carry her back, or some other bullshit like that. .denver_bull01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .denver_bull01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .denver_bull01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .denver_bull01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/2050/bullwhip01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>
05-02-2011, 07:27 PM
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05-10-2011, 05:37 PM
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I hope that the stable actually has stuff like this, lmao. WC: 408 The beast had taken her coat, she said, and Denver scoffed, turning to face the stable once again. Ears flattened as pale blue eyes narrowed, staring into the stable of the wily horse. The ivory man frowned, annoyed that something more might be expected of him. Couldn't they just get going? After all, it wasn't really all that cold, and coats were easy enough to come by here. But Caspa seemed determined to get it back. With a grumble, Denver rolled his eyes. "Oh, jesus..." he groaned. It was just unfortunate that she knew her way around here better than he did; unfortunate that he needed her right now. He supposed he would have to help her. But he wasn't going to touch that thing. Trudging back towards the stall where the brute stood, Denver peered in, standing behind Caspa, trying to see in as best he could. He did not want to get any closer to that thing. "Look, look, he's droppin' it!" he called out as the garment fell out of the dark beast's mouth and between it's muscular legs. Denver edged over to the side of the stall gate, standing up against the divider between this and the next, empty room. At least here, he was safe from it's teeth. "Well, whatcha wanna do, girl? How'm I gunna keep it from eatin' ya?" he asked, glancing around. Icy eyes fell upon an open door not far away, brown hay trailing across the floor. Wouldn't there be some sort of food here for these things? Denver knew that people came and cared for the horses, after all. He was also unfortunately familiar with the rooms in a stable. "Hang on," he muttered as he moved towards it. Inside, there were various bins filled with food for the horses. In one appropriately labeled "Snacks", there were several small apples. They was bruised and browning, but would surely still tempt the beast. With a shrug, Denver grabbed the whole container, not wanting to touch the slowly rotting fruit, and headed back to Caspa. Holding up his find, he moved beside her. "Maybe this'll work," he suggested, carefully retrieving an apple and holding it out to her, expecting her to be the one to offer it to the dark equine. If the apples could hold his attention long enough, maybe she could dart in and retrieve her beloved jacket. And then we can get the fuck outta here already. .denver_bull01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .denver_bull01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .denver_bull01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .denver_bull01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/2050/bullwhip01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>
05-18-2011, 01:57 PM
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05-21-2011, 08:18 PM
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Weird post. Lemme know if the small bit of PP is not okay. <3 WC: 500 Caspa took the rotting fruit and the large animal seemed immediately interested. Denver stood a good few feet away, securely out of harm's reach. His hands rested on his hips, staring up at the girl and the horse, his head angled down. He grimaced as she held it out to the beast, and watched with shock as it nearly took her whole hand off! His eyebrows furrowed, but the girl seemed hardly flustered as she offered it again. This time, the horse took the bait. A rotten crunching sound filled the air, and the fruit's tangy scent made Denver's nose curl. The combination of smells now mingling in the barn nearly made his stomach churn. "God," he muttered under his breath, icy eyes darting around, feeling unsettled by the strange energy here. It was about time they'd left this cursed place, damn it! The dog sighed impatiently and took a single step closer to the exit, still behind her, still watching closely. He really didn't want to have to save her from that thing. And then, she was on top of the gate. The thin wood between them was now meaningless, and her body was inches from that beast's. It was distracted, for now, but she was so crazy, going in there with it alone. Denver stared hard, icy eyes not hesitating to pause and ogle her backside as she leaned over the short door. A sly grin crossed his face, eyes lilting as he watched her; if she was his companion for the day, he would not complain. The strange girl leaned down into the room, and he knew her head must be so close to those dangerous hooves. He took a breath as she moved suddenly quickly, coming up with the dirty, now tattered clothing in her hand. Denver raised his arms in an almost-successful gesture before his excitement was interrupted. The horse lunged at Caspa as she slid her body to the floor. She avoided it's danger, but then lost her balance and fell to the ground. She was either too stunned to move, or too scared to stand back up. The beast still lingered. Once again all too shocked, the white wolf-dog took a cautious step forward. Her head moved around; she must have been alive. Fearful of the horse more than she had been, he skirted the head of the thing, leaning over to offer his hand to her in a strangely gentlemanly act. Pulling her out of harm's way and back to her feet, he stepped back and narrowed his eyes on her. She'd nearly gotten herself killed! "Girl, yer crazy!" he exclaimed in an excited, slightly annoyed growl. "You got yer damn coat, so can we get the hell outta here, now?" he whined, frustrated and far past ready to move on. He reached out to take her wrist in his hand, and moved quickly to lead her out of this wretched place. It was about time to find a castle. .denver_bull01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .denver_bull01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .denver_bull01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .denver_bull01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/2050/bullwhip01.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>
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