one more cup of coffee 'fore I go

Heath morte dre Soul · 03-16-2010, 06:50 PM

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your not late!!

Heath found that his routine was something he would have once hated. The normalcy of it all, the consistency, the seemingly boring aspects. He would have hated it if a year ago he could look into the future and see himself rising before dawn and making the trip each day from the cabin by the beach to the stables. He would have stared in disbelief, said that it would never be his life, and then laughed at any who tried to persuade him of the fact. But in truth, he had never been happier. His upbringing had told him to mature quickly, and yet it was until he had joined the ranks that he actually stared to grow up at all.

Today was no different. Spring was on his mind, even if there was still remnants of snow on the ground and a chill in the air. Yet, there was also change in the air. The male was glad that the world would be starting to thaw, as he looked at the stores of straw and hay that were dwindling. The horses would be pastured, and on their own in the search for food just as they would if no fences existed in their life. He stood in the loft, a place he had once lived alone and pushed on of the last bundles of hay that he would use for the horses stalls.

It fell to the ground, and the coy-wolf climbed down the ladder. He brushed off the old jeans he wore, feeling for the folded knife in his pocket and then reached for the hay. The bone choker was still on his neck, the western style hat that he had found in the city on his head. Heath made his way through the stables, the horses greeting him as he moved along. The roan mare called for him, and Stark watched with a quiet attention. His dark hand touched the pale long face, and then moved to greet the merle blue mare. He rested his head on the dark face, her warm breath felt on the hand that touched her nose. An ear swiveled, taking in the vague sounds that inevitably drew him away from his horse and into the open air.

Honey eyes looked to find the pack’s Knight and his friend working with his sword. It caused the hybrid to pause, but only a moment before he moved towards him. Weapons were something Heath did not favor, but that was a barer that did not reside on his ‘side’. He wondered what made the wolf bring his stallion out with him.“Hey.” he spoke, his thumbs in his pockets. It had been some time since he had seen the other male, and if he remembered correctly he hadn't been in the best state.

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