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Ooc: Gosh, I loved this title XDDD Catherine was walking the borders once again, riding Bluma, named after the blooming of the flowers, as the two females met in the beggining of the spring. She liked to ride the cream mare without saddle, only using a simple, rustic leather halter. The grayish female remembered of how she and the horse got a bound. And with who. Everytime she rides Bluma, she thinks of Leland, and of that day... It seemed that happened just so fast, but yet the way she wanted to have happened. That was confusing, so she tried to forget it, always unsuccessfully. She recalled of fixing some of Seymour's tail feathers on her chocolate brown mane, of painting a black stripe around her right eye... but thoughts about the husky mix still slipped in. The wolfess and the mare were going to meet the peregrine falcon not too far, and then they would go around the village, looking for anyone who wants to deliver a message. If so, they would and they would go home, rest. If there was none, they would go straight home, without cerimony. It had already became sort of a rotine, but it wasn't boring. Actually, it was always different. There was always someone that they would meet half way somewhere, things to be delivered, and so much more. Of course, with all that ups and downs to everywhere, the woman's riding skills have increased amazingly. She was much more confident of them now, forcing a fast gallope now and then, but always giving the equine a good time of rest and a queen's meal. It worthed it, after all. The bird's silhouette was now visible, and Catherine pulled the halter's rope gently, to stop the trotte of the mare. It whinned lowly and shook the big head, the long mane waving around. Mechanically, she rubbed the horse's neck with one bare hand, and held the leather-gloved one to the sky, so Seymour could land his sharp claws without harming the female. It harshed lowly twice: it meant that there was nobody near the borders from where he came. That also meant that they could go to the village now. She turned the horse around, toward the forest, until the warm breeze of the summer blew through her reddish hair and the horse's mane and tail. It carried a different smell. The smell of a wolf that had a pack. And it was close.
Where are you?! she said, her voice strong and demanding, the voice she developed with her job. She couldn't be warm and cheerful with the unknown, and she learned it with time. Show yourself! she warned, taking out the rough bow that was around her shoulder, along with the arrows carrier. She couldn't give a warning shot if she doesn't know where the stranger were. If she accidentaly hitted him or her? It would be catastrophic. The half blinded female waited patiently to an answer, that would surely come, sooner or later. Better be sooner. |
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