05-09-2011, 12:05 PM
[html]Mind if I hop into this loverly thread? 
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There was always something going on within the small, tight-knit art pack. Whether good or bad it was hard for the craftsman to say, but he knew that with all the time he spent catering to his pregnant mate, he did miss his trips out to the border to collect new things. With a swift decision as he stood inside his own home, Bangle began to drape the usual things around him - all things noisy, decorated, and strange.
Sounds that radiated off of the male alerted Jack, Skye's horse, as the coywolf meandered up towards the side of her house. Though even as he tried to walk silently, there were a cacophony of rattling that was muted only slightly when something hit thick fur or dense leather. Jack nickered upon Bangle's approach, as the merchant silently untied him. The coywolf was still not used to riding a horse, and he wasn't about to try again that day. He admitted to himself that horses were good to carry heavy loads, especially when a craftsman such as himself came back with more than an armload of things simply upon exploring the outskirts of Cercatori d'Arte.
Bundling up spare furs and other things upon Jack's back, he could see the strong creature shift its own weight in response to an additional load. Another nicker, possibly in protest, Bangle made some soft noises as he took the creature's reigns and slowly pulled him away from the house. The direction of the borders is exactly where the multicolored male was headed now, leading the horse on foot. Leather belts, stomach-lined satchels, otter skin water bags, and empty bottles (to name a few) were strapped to him for such an occasion, and carrying only a light load meant that the coywolf would soon return with more craftable goods.
Bangle almost wished he could have invited Ouija out to gather things with him, the coywolf learned a lot from the painted wolf since he first arrived. Though his disappearance after the snow storm disheartened the male some, he shook his beaded head. Perhaps someday he'd see the painted wolf again, it wasn't all that difficult to spot him anyhow.
As soon as the pair had entered the woods, the coywolf began his hunt, occasionally adding things that were strapped to his own form, and other times tying or draping them around the horse. The sense of wanderlust that had formed in the gypsy long ago was alive and well again that day, and soon Bangle and his carrying companion were along the outskirts of the pack. The male's tail wagged slightly in excitement, finding a half-eaten carcass of some sort of creature, but in its mangled state Bangle had no idea what it was. Throwing it into one of his deeper satchels, Jack began to shake his head slightly at the sights and smells of dead things.
"Shh shh, easy now," the male crooned, though it was obvious the horse was slightly irritated. But that was quickly forgotten at the sounds of a call not far away, and both Jack and the coywolf's ears had perked up. Though Jack had been around wolves his entire life, the sounds of a wolf howling still spooked the beast inwardly, with a sense deep within that he was still prey. Bangle pat the horse's neck a couple of times, hearing him nicker, and gingerly led the horse a few paces forward into a clearing, where he spotted the source of the call.
"Miss Ralla!" A grin stretched his face as his eyes settled upon the familiar woman, and with a free hand he waved in her direction. It had been some time since he saw the AniWayan female, and now she was ready to have her own family judging by the curve of her belly. Jack settled down a little, though his curiosity of the other horse lingered as the pair drew nearer. Bangle let go of Jack's reigns for the moment, knowing he'd stay put with Skye's training, and approached Ralla seated upon her horse. The male held a paw out towards the woman, which was outstretched towards her in both greeting and to assist her down should she need it. "What brings yeh out 'ere?"
+7There was always something going on within the small, tight-knit art pack. Whether good or bad it was hard for the craftsman to say, but he knew that with all the time he spent catering to his pregnant mate, he did miss his trips out to the border to collect new things. With a swift decision as he stood inside his own home, Bangle began to drape the usual things around him - all things noisy, decorated, and strange.
Sounds that radiated off of the male alerted Jack, Skye's horse, as the coywolf meandered up towards the side of her house. Though even as he tried to walk silently, there were a cacophony of rattling that was muted only slightly when something hit thick fur or dense leather. Jack nickered upon Bangle's approach, as the merchant silently untied him. The coywolf was still not used to riding a horse, and he wasn't about to try again that day. He admitted to himself that horses were good to carry heavy loads, especially when a craftsman such as himself came back with more than an armload of things simply upon exploring the outskirts of Cercatori d'Arte.
Bundling up spare furs and other things upon Jack's back, he could see the strong creature shift its own weight in response to an additional load. Another nicker, possibly in protest, Bangle made some soft noises as he took the creature's reigns and slowly pulled him away from the house. The direction of the borders is exactly where the multicolored male was headed now, leading the horse on foot. Leather belts, stomach-lined satchels, otter skin water bags, and empty bottles (to name a few) were strapped to him for such an occasion, and carrying only a light load meant that the coywolf would soon return with more craftable goods.
Bangle almost wished he could have invited Ouija out to gather things with him, the coywolf learned a lot from the painted wolf since he first arrived. Though his disappearance after the snow storm disheartened the male some, he shook his beaded head. Perhaps someday he'd see the painted wolf again, it wasn't all that difficult to spot him anyhow.
As soon as the pair had entered the woods, the coywolf began his hunt, occasionally adding things that were strapped to his own form, and other times tying or draping them around the horse. The sense of wanderlust that had formed in the gypsy long ago was alive and well again that day, and soon Bangle and his carrying companion were along the outskirts of the pack. The male's tail wagged slightly in excitement, finding a half-eaten carcass of some sort of creature, but in its mangled state Bangle had no idea what it was. Throwing it into one of his deeper satchels, Jack began to shake his head slightly at the sights and smells of dead things.
"Shh shh, easy now," the male crooned, though it was obvious the horse was slightly irritated. But that was quickly forgotten at the sounds of a call not far away, and both Jack and the coywolf's ears had perked up. Though Jack had been around wolves his entire life, the sounds of a wolf howling still spooked the beast inwardly, with a sense deep within that he was still prey. Bangle pat the horse's neck a couple of times, hearing him nicker, and gingerly led the horse a few paces forward into a clearing, where he spotted the source of the call.
"Miss Ralla!" A grin stretched his face as his eyes settled upon the familiar woman, and with a free hand he waved in her direction. It had been some time since he saw the AniWayan female, and now she was ready to have her own family judging by the curve of her belly. Jack settled down a little, though his curiosity of the other horse lingered as the pair drew nearer. Bangle let go of Jack's reigns for the moment, knowing he'd stay put with Skye's training, and approached Ralla seated upon her horse. The male held a paw out towards the woman, which was outstretched towards her in both greeting and to assist her down should she need it. "What brings yeh out 'ere?"