09-03-2011, 04:40 PM
[html]+7. And it's no problem at all!
As he had exited the house, his pups gave up their tussle and had come to the foot of the porch. Erzulie was in the woman's lap and Bangle held out the gauze. He gave a broad grin as he was about to introduce his daughter, her coat as white as snow and eyes that could almost see into one's soul. However, the young pup piped up first. "Erzulie!" She barked out, before leaping from the wounded woman's lap and sitting beside her father, who now squatted next to Shiloh. Robert stayed at the foot of the steps, his lavender eyes wide in his brown face.
The next question presented to the craftsman, however, somewhat surprised him. Opening his mouth, all that came out was a choke, and he looked down at his pale colored daughter in that moment. The scent of blood had become very evident to Bangle's nostrils, now, and surely his pups had scented it too on Shiloh. He had meant to take them to the lake hidden in the forest within Cercatori, but the craftsman did not think Shiloh's current state would keep her seated on Jack, and Jack often got spooked by the smell of blood. "Is there, per'aps, a tub nearby? 'S too risky t' take yeh by horseback into th' woods, best jus' to keep yeh close 'ere." Bangle stood, his ornaments tinkling in the afternoon air, and stepped down off of the porch where Robert sat, Erzulie close at his heels.
Squatting down again, his arms wrapped around both pups and he huddled in close to them. "Tell yeh what lil' ones. If'n yeh can find some kinda tub 'round here t'give this 'ere woman a bath, I promise that yer off th' hook. I won' tell yer mother." Having made the secret pact with his children, Erzulie nodded vigorously, while Robert took a moment from his muttering to nod slowly. When he stood, he watched as they bounded off towards the bigger buildings in search. The craftsman could not help but chuckle - his pups would learn soon enough not to make deals with their sly fox of a father. Besides, Skye would be sore at him if he came home with the pups filthier than they were that very morning.
When his ears caught their howls close by, he told the AniWayan woman that he would return. Bangle strode quickly to where his little coywolves found a moderately sized, round tin tub. Robert wagged his tail upon his father's approach, standing outside the house as Erzulie stood within, staring at her find proudly. It was an old warehouse, and it seemed as if none of Cercatori's members had bothered to make it their own. The walls looked familiar in the dim light, and Bangle silently asked himself if he had raided it for crafting treasures once, when he first came to visit the art pack. What he never expected, though, was to stay and settle down, and have coywolves of his own.
Bangle blinked for a moment, and was brought back to reality. A grin of approval crossed his face. "Good job y' two," he praised as he lifted the tub with both hands. It was surprisingly light, but wide. Soon he and the pups had returned to the house, finding Shiloh still there. Bangle settled the tub on the front of the porch, at the woman's feet. "Think this'll do?" Without awaiting an answer, however, the coywolf trio turned and headed back towards Bangle's shack, where he had stored some jars of water. With a couple under each arm, and Robert with a small bowl in his mouth, they returned as swiftly as they had left the woman. He set the jars down and took the bowl from his son's maw, but the pups soon grew bored of the running back and forth, and soon wandered away to play around the caravan. With an orange eye on them constantly, Bangle began to pour the water into the newly found tub, and though it was far from warm, it was at room temperature, and the craftsman watched as the water glittered under the sun.
After it was filled from both clay jars, Bangle rubbed his hands together, as if it were a job well done. He stood close to Shiloh, his arm extended in case she needed help to step off of the porch and into the makeshift bath. The wooden bowl to help wash floating within the cool water. "Hope y' don' mind if I ask.. but what 'appened?" Large ears flicked atop his head, patiently awaiting an answer. The coywolf knew of the change that had undergone AniWaya when he spoke to Ralla, but it was a story yet to be finished. Bangle wanted to know what happened to the clan, and to her, and the other refugee whom he had scarce heard of.
As he had exited the house, his pups gave up their tussle and had come to the foot of the porch. Erzulie was in the woman's lap and Bangle held out the gauze. He gave a broad grin as he was about to introduce his daughter, her coat as white as snow and eyes that could almost see into one's soul. However, the young pup piped up first. "Erzulie!" She barked out, before leaping from the wounded woman's lap and sitting beside her father, who now squatted next to Shiloh. Robert stayed at the foot of the steps, his lavender eyes wide in his brown face.
The next question presented to the craftsman, however, somewhat surprised him. Opening his mouth, all that came out was a choke, and he looked down at his pale colored daughter in that moment. The scent of blood had become very evident to Bangle's nostrils, now, and surely his pups had scented it too on Shiloh. He had meant to take them to the lake hidden in the forest within Cercatori, but the craftsman did not think Shiloh's current state would keep her seated on Jack, and Jack often got spooked by the smell of blood. "Is there, per'aps, a tub nearby? 'S too risky t' take yeh by horseback into th' woods, best jus' to keep yeh close 'ere." Bangle stood, his ornaments tinkling in the afternoon air, and stepped down off of the porch where Robert sat, Erzulie close at his heels.
Squatting down again, his arms wrapped around both pups and he huddled in close to them. "Tell yeh what lil' ones. If'n yeh can find some kinda tub 'round here t'give this 'ere woman a bath, I promise that yer off th' hook. I won' tell yer mother." Having made the secret pact with his children, Erzulie nodded vigorously, while Robert took a moment from his muttering to nod slowly. When he stood, he watched as they bounded off towards the bigger buildings in search. The craftsman could not help but chuckle - his pups would learn soon enough not to make deals with their sly fox of a father. Besides, Skye would be sore at him if he came home with the pups filthier than they were that very morning.
When his ears caught their howls close by, he told the AniWayan woman that he would return. Bangle strode quickly to where his little coywolves found a moderately sized, round tin tub. Robert wagged his tail upon his father's approach, standing outside the house as Erzulie stood within, staring at her find proudly. It was an old warehouse, and it seemed as if none of Cercatori's members had bothered to make it their own. The walls looked familiar in the dim light, and Bangle silently asked himself if he had raided it for crafting treasures once, when he first came to visit the art pack. What he never expected, though, was to stay and settle down, and have coywolves of his own.
Bangle blinked for a moment, and was brought back to reality. A grin of approval crossed his face. "Good job y' two," he praised as he lifted the tub with both hands. It was surprisingly light, but wide. Soon he and the pups had returned to the house, finding Shiloh still there. Bangle settled the tub on the front of the porch, at the woman's feet. "Think this'll do?" Without awaiting an answer, however, the coywolf trio turned and headed back towards Bangle's shack, where he had stored some jars of water. With a couple under each arm, and Robert with a small bowl in his mouth, they returned as swiftly as they had left the woman. He set the jars down and took the bowl from his son's maw, but the pups soon grew bored of the running back and forth, and soon wandered away to play around the caravan. With an orange eye on them constantly, Bangle began to pour the water into the newly found tub, and though it was far from warm, it was at room temperature, and the craftsman watched as the water glittered under the sun.
After it was filled from both clay jars, Bangle rubbed his hands together, as if it were a job well done. He stood close to Shiloh, his arm extended in case she needed help to step off of the porch and into the makeshift bath. The wooden bowl to help wash floating within the cool water. "Hope y' don' mind if I ask.. but what 'appened?" Large ears flicked atop his head, patiently awaiting an answer. The coywolf knew of the change that had undergone AniWaya when he spoke to Ralla, but it was a story yet to be finished. Bangle wanted to know what happened to the clan, and to her, and the other refugee whom he had scarce heard of.