I Wanna Turn This Whole Thing Upside Down

Bangle Guffawri · 08-07-2011, 02:18 PM

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The craftsman awoke that morning to his children jumping around and causing a bunch of noise. It was the start of his day, ears pressed back against his head and attempting to get them under control. He never remembered himself being this energetic and boisterous as a pup, but then again.. there was a reason he was kicked out of his own clan. After chasing Erzulie about in an impromptu game of hide and seek within his own, worn down shack, he was lucky Robert was a bit more even-tempered; the boy sat there upon the dusty couch and wagged his tail. When he thought he had them under control, he packed his lute, satchel, and some other minor things tied about his waist, picked up the pups, and rushed out the door.

Bangle decided to settle the matter by bringing the children to Skye's place, and dropping them off there. There was enough frustration coursing through the coywolf that he simply told his mate to watch them for a few hours, and in an instant he strode to the stables and unhitched the black and white spotted horse. He didn't know where he was going, but the male knew he had to get away for a little while, and horseback would be quicker, and gave the coywolf an excuse to let Jack trot about in the open for the day.

And so the coywolf rode, objects clanking and ringing into the late morning air. His dreads flew behind him as Bangle leaned forward, to indicate Jack to go faster, galloping past trees and leaping over small brooks. The farther away he was from home, the better the coywolf felt, and soon he could not stop the toothy grin that stretched across his face. He finally stopped the large creature when he approached the borderline, which had changed quite a bit in the past few moons, and orange-yellow eyes spotted a strange male beginning to play a guitar upon a horse.

Jack nickered first, upon seeing another horse present, which was sure to bring attention to the other pair. Bangle pat the horse's large neck and waved. "'Elo there, friend! Yer on Cercatori d'Arte's borders. Anything we can do fer yeh?" As he spoke, he carefully led Jack into a small trot towards the others. He stopped at a safe distance, but to where he no longer had to yell across the way. Bangle grinned at the black male, and by now noticed the raven upon the horse's rear. "How well d'yeh play that thing?" He inquired, nodding at the guitar the man held, as the coywolf instinctively reached for the lute around his back.

Image courtesy of Phil and Pam@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

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