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For Haven --so could not thing of a good title ;_;

Anann herself hardly felt the changes that had been brought about by the disappearance of the collie king. She wondered if his last acted had been accepting her into his pack? She had not seen or scent the man much after the night she had sought him out looking to join his kingdom. What a wasted effort it had become. she had wanted to know her king before agreeing to serve him and now she found herself following a man she had yet to meet. While the events were no trouble to Anann, it was Heath's world that had been turned upside down. Or more his mate's worlds and in turn effecting his own. So things as they were Anann now found herself in charge of taking care of the stables in Heath's absence. He was needed at home for the time being, far worse that he was needed at the stables.

She had been helping out around the stables since she first become a part of the Miracles pack. By now she knew her way around quite well and had become familiar with the horses in the stables. Anann had spent most of the late morning mucking out the stalls. She always started with the stalls of the horses that had no particular owner. Hoping that if anyone came for their own horse they would clean the stall themselves. Eventually Anann made it around to the claimed horses. The others she simply shuffled around from one clean stall to the next, not worrying if they were put back where they had come from. The claimed horses she always made sure to put them back in their original stalls, not wanting to confuse those that would come looking for them.

Easy boy, that's a good boy, Drogon. Anann cooed at the dark bay mustang as she slid the halter over his nose. Leading him out of the stall. Since no one else seemed to be in the stables and working with the horses, Anann simply tied the stallion the outside of his stall while she worked on the inside. She made small talk with the horses as she worked even though she got little back in reply. Just a turn of the ear or a raise of the brow.


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He still had some healing to go, but for the most part the process was completed. The deepest cuts were still a little scabbed, but the fresh scars could be seen where the scabs had flaked off. He supposed he certainly looked like a warrior now. Jade eyes looked at himself in the mirror of the room, his fingers running lightly over the marks that ran across his upper body. The jacket hid the bite mark on his shoulder, but the rest could be plainly seen. The Knight flexed his right arm. There was still a tightness in the muscle where the brute had latched onto his forearm, the damaged skin stretching and straining with the effort. Haven huffed a sigh, he would still have to wait a little longer before he could pick up the blade again and practice. It had been a long while, and it made him restless, but there was no helping it. He knew better than to push his body beyond its limits.


Deciding that spending some time with Drogon would help to ease his impatience he left his house and made out for the stables. The Aatte had made sure to pick a home that wasn't a long walk from the building that housed the pack's horses, and so he was there in no time, knowing the route by heart. Usually he expected to see Heath around somewhere, but he wasn't thinking he would see his friend today. Ruri would need him at home after that bastard former King of theirs had taken off. Thinking of Jacquez made Haven tense and angry, so he quickly pushed such thoughts from his mind. He was coming here to relax, not to get worked up.


The ochre colored man entered the stables, the smell of horse and hay comforting. Surprisingly, Drogon was tied up outside of his stall and one brow rose in curiosity. Was Heath here after all? There weren't many that the stallion let handle him without a fuss. The scent he caught was unfamiliar however. Haven put a hand on the mustang's flank and Drogon turned to nibble at the collar of his jacket. The Knight peered into the stall to see a tall golden woman cleaning it out. "Hello?" He didn't think he'd ever met or seen this female before, but she seemed to know his steed well enough.

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The stables was one of the few places around the pack lands that had started to feel like home to Anann. She had always had an understanding for horses. She had grown up around them, specifically the large friesian stallion that had stalled himself next to Lumeire. The horse had had a large impact on her life since it's start. So it seemed only natural that she had found a place for herself in the stables. Where she could also put her abilities with leather to work. It had been a stroke of luck that Heath had been the first she had met coming to these lands. It was his tour that had drawn her here. To the miracles pack and a second lease on life.

Her guard was down as she worked in the stalls. Focusing on little except the task of removing the manure from the stall. She turned, loaded pitchfork in hand as the man spoke. "Oh, Hello." She greeted him with mild surprise. "Are you Drogon's owner?" She asked as she dumped the pitchforks load into the wheelbarrow outside the stall. Evening out the remaining bedding she finished the mustang's stall. "Caught me just finishing up here. Hope you don't mind." Stepping out of the stall she leaned against the pitchfork, taking a look the rust orange male.

There was something about the man that intrigued her. Although her interest in him was nothing of the sort like she held for the large Russian man she had meet weeks before. It was more his posture than the new, pink scars on his arm and body that gave it away. "You're the first warrior I've met here." Her tone was light, stating her observation matter of fact-ly. Having little doubt in her evaluation of the man before her.



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She was clearly engrossed with her task and didn't notice his entrance until he had spoken up. As she turned though with the pitchfork full of horse dung he couldn't help the small, amused smile that cracked onto his face. It was quite the picture, especially for a first impression. It seemed obvious that she was picking up the slack around the stables in Heath's absence. If not for his condition he would have been happy to help out, but it was good that someone else was ready and willing (not to mention fully aware of what they were doing). Jade eyes watched as she dumped the load into the wheelbarrow. "Yeah. Er, well, I wouldn't really say owner. More like compatriot." Haven had never thought of himself as "owning" the stallion. He didn't view himself as above the horse. They were friends, and they helped and looked out for each other. "No, I don't mind at all. Thank you, actually. I'm glad Heath was able to find someone to cover things for him here." He had no doubt that she knew the Marshall, and understood the delicate situation his mate was in currently.


As she looked him over he did the same. Her size and stature reminded him of his sister. It was funny really. Mati had always been the biggest physically, but he had always viewed himself as the "big" brother, as her protector. Her guess at what he was, if it were a guess at all for she sounded certain, surprised him. Surprised him, but didn't shock him. The Knight didn't give much of an outward reaction to the statement. Months ago he might have. He probably would have reacted somewhat bashfully towards the title. Then he hadn't truly been one though, and now he was. It wasn't just his title that spoke it anymore. "The only one. At least the only official one." There were probably others in the pack that could hold their own in a fight. She seemed like one of them. "It wouldn't be a stretch to guess the same of you, I don't suppose," he said with a half cocked grin.


Haven stepped forward, extending his hand to her. "I'm Haven Aatte, Cour des Miracles' Knight."

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Horses were a peculiar species. In Anann's eyes the didn't quite fit in the black and white, predator and prey categories the world seemed separated into. They were not predators, but Anann had never seen them as prey either. Perhaps it was her upbringing. The culture she had grown up in was dependent upon horses. Having been practically raised by her own stallion. Rem had never been seen as less than an equal in her eyes. "You're right, that is more accurate. Though its much easier than asking if you are his compatriot. Mine is the black stallion stalled next to Heath's mare. Rem." She nodded her head towards the friesian stallion a few stalls away. His stall was always open or unlatched at the very least. A constant in her life since she was a pup she never worried that he might leave and just as aware that there was no stopping him if he ever wished to.

It was obvious at the meeting announcing Jac's disappearance that Ruri had not taken the news well. Anann had offered then and there to take care of the stables for Heath. "You're welcome. It was the least I could do. Heath helped me out a lot when I first got here." She spoke fondly of Heath and warm smile on her maw. He had given her stallion room and board before she had even become a part of the pack here. They had forged a friendship quickly. In all reality it was Heath and the stables that had made her settle in the Miracles pack, made it feel like home. Anann was no threat to Ruri though, she did not see Heath in that light.

The fresh scars, some still scabbed had caught the woman's eye. She wondered at the reasoning behind them. What causes did he fight for? A question Anann had been asking herself since she left home. One she had always thought she had known the answer to. "You could say that." She said with a grin of her own. Moving the pitch from in between them, she clasp his hand giving it a good solid shake. "Anann Kelevra. Nice to meet you, Haven." Her eyes were drawn again to the fresh scars. She found all scars to be intriguing. Evidence of one's history. "How did you come by those? If you don't mind me asking." She hoped he would take no offense to her asking, she did not mean to pry.


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Haven had a similar view of horses that Anann held. The first he had beheld them, the mustang group he had found Drogon in, there hadn't been a moment that he had thought of them as a source of food. Deer and elk easily fell into that category, but for some reason the horses seem to hold a position all their own in his mind even upon first seeing them. Perhaps it was all the stories of knights and kingdoms that had filled his head as a youth, but he felt that he would have viewed them as he had that day regardless. Haven chuckled at her understanding and the small joke. "Hehe, yes, I suppose that is ture." The Aatte leaned to the side to look down the aisle towards where he knew that Lumiere was stalled. "Ah, so you're who he's with! I've seen him a time or two, but didn't know who he belonged with. He's a magnificent beast," he complimented. None of the horses he had ever seen were so large and powerful. Drogon's ears flicked back and he bit at Haven's shoulder. The Knight had become an expert at dodging though, and the stallion caught his jacket more than anything. "Yes, yes, but not as magnificent as you Lord Drogon," he said, bending in a mock bow. The mustang snorted and flicked his tail, appeased for the moment.


The male shook his head as he turned back to her after the little episode. It didn't surprise him that Heath had found a friend in another horse lover. "Heath's a good man. We go a ways back, the two of us," he stated reminiscently. He remembered the day he had first met the black gloved hybrid well. Haven was pleased that he hadn't misread her for what her profession was. Even if she had tried to trick him by saying she wasn't one, he could feel it in their handshake. "Pleasure's all mine. We will have to spar sometime, I've never really had anyone to practice seriously with." A sparring partner was something he had wanted for a long while. If Anann was of his ilk, she would be eager for the opportunity as well.


It didn't surprise him that her eyes were draw to his fresh scars. It was only natural for them to gain attention, especially from another warrior. Her question didn't bother him, but he couldn't help but turn a little more sober speaking of how they had come to mar his form. "A stranger came onto the land and assaulted my mate, attempted to force himself on her." Princess hadn't been his mate at the time, but she was now, and his feelings for her were no different back then. "I came to fight him off. He refused to back down," he said darkly, locking eyes with her. The message was clear, if unspoken. The man hadn't walked away from the battle.

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Anann couldn't help but laugh as Haven dodge a bite from Drogon. It wasn't that long ago that Rem had rewarded with her with welts from his bite. His wonderful idea of training. That's what she got for ignoring his subtler attempts at getting her to the training ring. Thank you! I just hope he didn't hear you say that. It will go to his head, she joked as she looked down the aisle as well. Only to see that Rem had in fact heard and was now standing elegantly poised with his head held high and neck arched, knowing he was being watched. Anann laughed and rolled her eyes, giving him the reaction he wanted. And yes, Drogon too is a magnificent beast, she cooed at the mustang stallion.

If Haven was a good friend of Heath's she suspected they would have little trouble becoming friend themselves. She was pleasantly surprised when he mentioned sparring. She had gotten Anatoliy to agree to a wrestling sparring match, but sparring wasn't exactly her forte. Most definitely! I was hoping I would come across someone to spar with. What arts do you practice? Anann was fairly well rounded. She favored her swords, but also was rather good with a spear. Though she was currently without the latter weapon. Of coarse, hand-to-hand was the basis of armed combat. She even tried to stay tuned in their more primal forms as well, thought Rem liked to train with her in those forms.

He did not speak boastfully of his scars. Yet as he spoke she knew there could be no regret in them. It had certainly been a cause with fighting for. You did what you had to. I'm sure. She felt no remorse for the fallen soul and doubted he did either. Still taking a life was not an easy thing. I had not that your title was literal that you had been rescuing damsels in distress. She hoped her light joke would lighten the mood.

So what brings you to the stables? Here to visit? Go for a ride? She did not want to distract him from what he had come here for. Though she was finished with Drogon's stall and she could get to the others later and she would like to get to know him better if he was in the mood for company.



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As Anann spoke of her concerns over his compliment he too saw that the large horse had indeed heard his words. The stallion posed beautifully and Haven found himself repeating the words over in his head. He had never seen a horse that was his peer. Payback was soon given though as the woman complimented Drogon and the mustang pranced a little, throwing his head and snorting as if to say "you're damn right I am!". The Knight chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm surprised the stable is big enough to fit one of their egos, much less both and other horses to boot." It seemed that Rem and Drogon, while having very different appearance, were quite alike beneath their skins.


A long time ago, after the pack had first formed, he had fashion two wooden swords that did a fairly good job of mimicking the weight and balance of his own longsword. Ever since then he'd been hoping someone would come to the pack that he could spar with and finally put the instruments to use. It seemed that day had come at last. "Excellent! My specialty is with the longsword, though I practice basic hand-to-hand combat as well. Yourself?" A thrill was running through him now that he had found himself someone to practice with again. The only time he had ever had the opportunity before was with the painted woman from Dahlia de Mai, but he had not seen or heard from her since that day.


No, there had never been a spec of regret in him for what he had had to do that day. Still, it was the first true battle he had had, and the first life that he had ever taken. The experience had left him somewhat shaken and greatly weakened. To hear words of confirmation from Anann was comforting. It was good to know that he was right, believing what he was. All he did was nod his head in response, still finding it a heavy topic, no matter the fact it had been justified. The Knight was very thankful for her joke and laughed at it. "Yes, yes, quite literal. To make it even more so, her name is Princess." People never failed to be amused by that fact, the knight and his princess. He couldn't blame them, it sounded like something from a story.


"Oh, I came here to ride and distract myself from the fact that I'm not quite in fit shape to start practicing again. It wasn't anything I was set on though." Haven was quite interested to keep their conversation going and to get to know more about the woman. It seemed that they had much in common.

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sorry for the fail wait <333, but your on vacation anyways so =P

Anann couldn't help but laugh at the display Drogon put on. It was not at all unlike that of her own steed. The two were quite different in breed but not so different in heart and spirit. She wondered if the same would apply to the riders such beasts would choose. Perhaps we should refrain from inflating them too much, yeah? It does seem to be getting a bit stuffy in here. Good thing that egos didn't require in physical space or there probably wouldn't be room for many of the horses housed under the stable roof.

At his mention of the longsword Anann's grin broadened greatly. So there were other swordsman here. That was great news! I use cavalry sabres myself. Single or dual and Ive got a set of hardwood blades as well as steel. I'm also fairly good with a staff or spear, but I currently don't have either. Hand-to-hand as well, of coarse. His healing would need to finish before they could do any serious training or sparring together. Already she could hardly wait. She had felt a little lost with out a sparring partner, something she had always had in plenty back home. He too, seemed excited at the prospect of it. Once your all healed, we will have to make a play date! She said rather enthused. The wrestling match with the Russian was one thing, but this was the sort of sparring she was really wanting.

It was hard to shed the darkness that seemed to follow after a battle that was fought to a fatal end. Even when for the best of reasons taking a life was never meant to be an easy thing. Sometimes it was the only way, but the hardly makes it easier to bare. In time it would fade and not follow on his heels but it was unlikely that it would ever be forgotten. It seemed her gentle teasing worked in lighting the mood and moving on to happier topics. Anann raised a brow, questioning the seriousness of the Knight and the claim of his woman's names. It seemed he was in fact quite serious. Well then, obviously it was meant to be. She said with an amused chuckle. Coincidence or fate, take your pick. Either way she hoped it was only a sign of a good things for the pair.

So it would appear he had come to ride. Well if you like, I could get Rem ready and we could all go for a ride. It would be good for Rem. He's been nothing but a lazy loaf since we got here. Aside from knocking up Heath's mare. That was something Heath had not been thrilled with either. Not right a way, at least. Though it was more out of concern for the mare's safety than anything she imagined. We are both out of shape to be honest. After spending the most of the winter traveling from the west. I fared better than Rem though, it's a lot easier to find meat in the deep snow than roughage and grain. Glad I've found someone to spar with at last though. It should make it easier to get back into the swing of things.


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lol yeah, no worries XD it was my turn to make you wait this time 500+

Haven continued to chuckle at the antics of the two stallions. "I think that's a wise decision. If we do anymore they might shove the entire pack out of the area." The only ego he had seen to outdo the two horses was the ex-King. Thinking of Jacquez put a dark splotch on his mood though and he quickly pushed the thoughts away. Angry as he was over the collie's departure, Cour des Miracles was in better hands now. Vigilante was much more stable and trustworthy than the other King had ever been. He wondered if Anann had been here long enough to meet Jacquez, but he didn't wish to spoil their conversation. Haven wanted to keep things as they were.


The Knight was thrilled to hear that she too was skilled in swordsmanship. The particulars of her specific weapons and style were different, but that only excited him more. It would be a good experience, testing himself against someone who fought differently than himself and hopefully they could both learn from one another. "Fantastic! I can't wait to see you in action with them. Perhaps you could teach me some things about the other weapons you are familiar with as well. I've only ever used my longsword. There's a castle a ways down the coast near my old pack, I'm sure we could find a spear there." Blackmoor Castle hosted a plethora of old weapons. It could take some searching to find anything usable, but he had no doubt they could find one. "Absolutely! I'm itching to get back into practicing, so hopefully soon we can arrange something," he said with a large grin. He doubted anything could have lifted his spirits more.


He noticed her cocked eyebrow as he spoke of Princess, but soon she realized that he was being serious and not making a joke. "Heh, yes perhaps. I'm happy I have her, meant to be or not." They hadn't met in the way he had always imagine to meet his true love, but none of that mattered in the face of what the pair had now. Haven smiled at her suggestion that they could go on a ride together. "That would be wonderful. Drogon needs it too, I haven't been able to take him out much, due to my injuries." A surprised look crossed his face at the mention of Rem's...recent activity. "Ah ha, so he's the culprit, eh? They'll make a good, strong foal." A beautiful one at that, too. Haven moved to grab Drogon's bridle and reins. "We'll keep each other in shape. There's only so much you can do on your own, so I'm sure having you to spar with will increase my own strength." The more prepared he was to protect the pack, the more confident and relaxed he would be.


The hybrid male worked quickly to get the tack onto the mustang and then easily hopped onto him. "Shall we be off then?" Drogon snorted and flicked his tail, his own eagerness apparent.

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Now that she had reason, perhaps the honey-hued woman would finally get serious about getting herself back into her daily training. She had gone all winter without any training at all. She had spent far more time lately with an axe in hand rather than sword. It had helped to rebuild her strength and endurance and she doubted her swords would feel foreign in her hands. Just let me know when you up for it. You can usually find me here in the mornings. Even when she would no longer be covering Heath's duties at the stables, it was still a good place to find her. She started nearly every day with a ride. Rem was known to get rather agitated if she deviated from that routine very often. There are some streams, just north of the stables, I camp out there currently. I hope to be building a cabin there soon. Preparing for the construction of her home was the only thing, other than the stables, that currently occupied her time.

Until recently, Anann had never given love or relationships much thought. The matters of her mate had been decided probably even before her birth. She had grown up knowing and accepting that fact. Along with many other so called 'facts'. Yet when she had decided to leave, he had refused to follow. As Anann watched the knight as he spoke of his mate she could help but smile. When Keese had refused to follow, Anann had lost all sense of obligation. She was now free to chose her own mate and hope that she might someday find true love. I hope the best for you two.

There was little to getting Rem ready for the ride. While Haven went to fetch the bridle for his horse, Anann simply opened the black horse's stall and he followed her down the alley way and out of the stables. She had never used any tack while riding Rem, as there had never been the need. The two knew each other well beyond the point for the need of bit and bridle. Where shall we go? A ride around the borders or do you want to check out the castle? Rem was not to be out done and followed Drogon with a snort of his own giving his head a toss. It really did not matter where they went, if anywhere at all.

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close this one up and start the sparring one? :o 300+

Haven was unused to being out of practice for so long, and it even hadn't been that long. Still, basically since the pack had formed, his training had been a part of his daily routine. He would ride around and patrol the borders with Drogon, do some training, and right before the sun would set he would make another quick sweep of the territory to make sure all was in order. He needed to keep his mind and his body sharp if there was even another incident of a violent intruder. Hopefully, if there was a next time, he would be able to stop the offender before anyone was even accosted. "Alright. As soon as I'm fit to handle the blade again I will come and get you. I hope these wounds won't leave any lasting effects upon my muscles." Handling a sword required as much flexibility as it did strength. It would be very unfortunate if his battle left him more souvenirs outside of the scars.


Love was something he had always wanted and hope to gain one day. He had thought he had found it once, but she had abandoned him just as his feelings for her were coming to their full potential. Irrationally he had feared the same thing would happen with Princess, and he had distanced himself from her for a few days until she had come to confront him on his behavior. Princess wouldn't leave him though, and he knew that now wholeheartedly. "Thank you," he said sincerely. Haven knew he never wanted to be with anyone else. Hopefully fate would see fit to leave him and Princess be for the rest of their lives.


All other tack he forewent, aside from the bridle and reins. He was impressed to see that Anann and Rem used none at all. Perhaps one day he would do away with what he used with Drogon, but the stallion didn't seem to mind, so perhaps it worked well for them. "Probably just the borders for today. If we went to the castle Princess would give me a tongue lashing for being gone so long without her knowledge," he said with a chuckle. His mate had worried after him horribly after the fight and didn't like him to be away from the house for too long. Haven clicked his tongue, urging Drogon into a canter. He wanted to ride faster, though not so fast as to impede their conversation.

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Just a shorty to wrap this up.


Anann had always been fortunate to heal well. Many scars marred her skin, invisible through her pelt. Whether it was thanks to the fine stitching of her medics or simply the healing ability of her own body it was hard to say. Still, no wound healed immediatly and often aflected the body long after the skin had healed over. It will take time, but I think those should heal up well. The scarred muscle would be a hinderance, at first. The damaged muscles will pull easily and take a bit more stretching. Still, you should beable to get your strength and flexability back. It will take time. She repeated. She knew all too well how easy it was to become impatient with a healing injury. It was easy to push too yourself too hard and do more damage than good.

The castle would wait and Anann was in no immediate need of staff or spear. Sounds good, dont want to get you into trouble with your woman. It surely wouldn't bode well for their sparring lessons if she were to already get Haven into trouble. Haven urged his steed into a canter, Rem quickly matched the speed without a cue from the golden woman perched on his back. There was no way he was going to outpaced by the other.


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