10-15-2009, 12:31 AM
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ooc: Of course! We can end this thread here if you like, since joining is supposed to be short. ;P
The unlikely quartet reached the safety of the barn, water dripping from their sodden fur, their breath materializing in cold puffs of mist. Jacquez grabbed a fistful of stable blankets from a shelf, casting one atop the sneezing Rue before draping one over Finn as well. "Wouldn't want you ladies catching cold," he drawled, highly amused with himself until the full-grown horses in their stalls began whinnying and stamping their feet at the sight of the majestic red deer. Let them be unsettled, Jac thought with a sour glance. The stag was no thread, so long as he didn't start a fight with any of their uppity stallions. Rue bumbled after the deer, the heavy blanket barely slowing her youthful curiosity.
Relaxing with the promise of warmth (and ignoring his herd of horses), the tall Optime fiddled with the clasp of one of the lanterns, half-listening to whatever his rained-out companion was saying. When she mentioned the magic word, though, an excited smile curled onto his lips and he turned to give her his full attention. "You've come to join the kingdom? Bienvenue, mademoiselle - welcome!" His black eyes flickered in the firelight, giving her a more thorough examination. Even plastered with water, this wolf looked big and capable of handling herself in a brawl. Her scrapes and marks looked like an accumulation of a life well-spent, rather than one harrowing trauma. Her gaze, though, so unwavering and clear - even when she was trying to humble herself, there was truth in her gaze, no manipulation or act. Jacquez liked her.
Yes, he would welcome a newcomer without even knowing her name. It was their creed as a pack of misfits - they accepted the dregs of society, the mongrels no one else wanted. They were all unique, for their scars and handicaps, their sordid pasts and crimes committed. They had never turned anyone away, even those deserters who had come crawling back with tails tucked between their legs. "It is a lucky thing you did traipse here tonight, eh? You have a place to stay out of the rain..." The mad king winked, settling down on a haybale to cross his legs before him. "...It might be a long night, jolie. You should at least know my name... Jacquez Trouillefou, king of the sun."
ooc: Of course! We can end this thread here if you like, since joining is supposed to be short. ;P
The unlikely quartet reached the safety of the barn, water dripping from their sodden fur, their breath materializing in cold puffs of mist. Jacquez grabbed a fistful of stable blankets from a shelf, casting one atop the sneezing Rue before draping one over Finn as well. "Wouldn't want you ladies catching cold," he drawled, highly amused with himself until the full-grown horses in their stalls began whinnying and stamping their feet at the sight of the majestic red deer. Let them be unsettled, Jac thought with a sour glance. The stag was no thread, so long as he didn't start a fight with any of their uppity stallions. Rue bumbled after the deer, the heavy blanket barely slowing her youthful curiosity.
Relaxing with the promise of warmth (and ignoring his herd of horses), the tall Optime fiddled with the clasp of one of the lanterns, half-listening to whatever his rained-out companion was saying. When she mentioned the magic word, though, an excited smile curled onto his lips and he turned to give her his full attention. "You've come to join the kingdom? Bienvenue, mademoiselle - welcome!" His black eyes flickered in the firelight, giving her a more thorough examination. Even plastered with water, this wolf looked big and capable of handling herself in a brawl. Her scrapes and marks looked like an accumulation of a life well-spent, rather than one harrowing trauma. Her gaze, though, so unwavering and clear - even when she was trying to humble herself, there was truth in her gaze, no manipulation or act. Jacquez liked her.
Yes, he would welcome a newcomer without even knowing her name. It was their creed as a pack of misfits - they accepted the dregs of society, the mongrels no one else wanted. They were all unique, for their scars and handicaps, their sordid pasts and crimes committed. They had never turned anyone away, even those deserters who had come crawling back with tails tucked between their legs. "It is a lucky thing you did traipse here tonight, eh? You have a place to stay out of the rain..." The mad king winked, settling down on a haybale to cross his legs before him. "...It might be a long night, jolie. You should at least know my name... Jacquez Trouillefou, king of the sun."