O Shephard... lead my flock
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Life on her own was desperately boring she decided. When she was back living with her siblings she always had someone to talk to, and when she had left her sisters and found lovers of any sort and kind she still had company and companionship, even if it was only of the body a lot of the time. Ever since her father had left her at six months old Gemma had craved his return. The daily rapes had twisted relatively quickly into an activity she enjoyed and looked forwards to, she had always been daddy's favorite simply because she was purely white, an obsession he was addicted to it had turned out. Gemma remained lost in thought as she stalked just outside of Anathema packlands, hoping to run into Lucifer again, their meeting the day before had been simply divine to the woman.


A soft baa'ing noise brought her attention from her father onto the world around her, Gemma 's ears perked and swiveled trying to catch the direction of which the noise was coming from. Following her auditory senses she moved towards the noise cautiously. She found the noise was coming from a sleep that had obviously lost its heard, the wooly mammal was bleating in distress as it wondered aimlessly out in the woods. As she got closer the strong smell of Anathema came from it, obviously it was from a herd kept by the pack that lived here. Calling out gently, Gemma managed to get the docile creature to follow her all the way to the very edge of the borders, throwing back her head she howled loudly for anyone who would know what to do with the sheep, for it could not be left on its onw for just anyone to have at it. The creature shifted uneasily at her howl and she had to sooth it with gentle words and soft touches.


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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

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Caesar trotted with heavy steps on the rocky ground, the sheep herd, tiny little wool balls in comparison to the massive horse, following in oblivious eager. Bleats and snorts, already familiar to the wolf riding the shire horse, soothed his soul. That calm life actually suited the Russian, though he would never forget his later 6 years of life in the forever wintery lands of North Russia as a well-known and respected Captain. Those years molded him this way, and that was the strategical and always alert mind, and a muscular body, built for the art of war.

The black and white horse beneath him shook his pure white mane back and forth, as if demanding the master's attention. Caesar was naturally stubborn and kind of a trouble-maker, but after the intense trainning of the past weeks, Liev managed to crack that nut, and they now had quite a secure relation of rider and mount. The stallion was also awfully intelligent, and it was quite sensitive to things that aren't on their routine. The grayish male looked around, searching for anything out of the ordinary, but saw nothing. Yet, the horse still was uneasy with something.

They brought the sheep back to the fences and made sure they were all inside. As they entered the open gate, the Anzu counted them. Unfortunately, one was missing. And even more unfortunately, after remaking the counting two times, one was still missing. The sheperd frowned at that. He hated when they lost their way, but luckily he had his nose to help out on those cases. With a few entle kicks, he moved the horse away from the pastures. They were still a work in progress, btu there were enough pens for most of the pack's livestock.

The male sped the horse up to a small race. If the darn thick-head horse got at it, it would take forever to get him to stop. When he scented the lost sheep's trac, a gentle, feminine howl echoed through the lands, startling the big equine lightly. Luckily, it came from the same direction to where the ewe have strayed off. Both males climbed down the elevated rocky grounds and went ot meet the stranger. Liev was in Anathema long enough to know that howl didn't belong to any of its members.

Once in the borders, the smell of the newcomer became noticable, but the Russian still couldn't reconize it. A stranger it was, indeed. He took off his sheperd staff from its holster on the saddle. It was a long, rather crude wooden pole with a round knot on one of the tips. He could easily use it to guide the herds around, as well as beating up silly predators that tried to make a snack out of his animals.

The woman came into his view. The white sheep and wolf merged together in one white blur, but then he reconized their forms. She was fairly pretty and young, with a pure white pelt and big blue eyes. The female was also holding the stray sheep close, cuddling it and calming it. He stopped the horse a yard or two away from her. "I'm Liev Morozov, from Anathema. State your business, ma'am." He spoke solemnly, purple eyes wamr and yet serious, somehow.

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As her howl died away into the wind Gemma continued to comfort the lost animal that she had found, the sheep continued its sad bleating even though she stroked its head and whispered kind words of encouragement at it to be strong and that it would soon be back with its herd, or were group of sheep called flocks? The snowy woman could not really be sure, maybe the keeper of this sheep and her flock/herd mates could tell her. The animals distressed noises made her want to cry herself, she hated to see creatures in pain even if it were the creatures she was hunting herself, she always made sure that anything she caught died as quickly as possible and with the least amount of pain.


She heard the horse long before she saw the animal, hoof beats pounding at the ground that got steadily louder as the equine approached her position. The smell of horse drifted to her next and also the scent of male and of Anathema got more pronounced until eventually the pair of them came into sight. A giant man astride a giant horse, Gemma was momentarily scared by the beast of a horse and of his rider, now he was asking questions of her, with his purple eyes trained onto her form.


"I found your lost sheep, thought you might want it back. My name is Gemma, Gemma Sawtooth"


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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

silly Caesar is silly >P


In Character


The woman answered him, a stunnedlook on her face. The male wondered why the surprised face, but then he noticed how far the ground was. He was so used to ridding the shire horse that the Anzu only barely noticed the size anymore. And, also, how tiny she was. A bit more fur and horns on her, and he would have taken her as another sheep, so small she was. But she wasn't a pup anymore. God, he was getting old...

The Russian decided she wasn't a treat, but on the contrary. He dismounted slowly, hitting his staff on the ground twice, calling the sheep's attention. Reconizing both the equineand canine, it shook off the loner's grasp and tucked under the Shire horse's white socked legs in their costumary gleeful atitude. Sheep were such silly creatures, and yet so lovable.

Once the small trade was done, he stepped closer to the snow white female, wondering if it was really all she wanted. "Do you have anymore business on the surroundings, ma'am? Otherwise, I'd have to ack you to leave the borders, and I'll return to my way." The sheperd spoke plainly, the horse instinctively following him a step closer. It huffed loudly on the side of the grayish man's head, making his ear almost pop. In a soothing motion, the Anatheman rubbed the side of the stallion's head and neck. Now it was just trying to be annoying."Please excuse my companion's unfitting manners. And do not worry, he won't hurt you." The Russian spoke on his deep voice, still decorated with his thick Russian accent. And to prove his words, the horse began to play with the luperci's mane, making the medium straight fur fly up with his breath.


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She watched slightly warily as the large male dismounted from his giant horse and called the sheep to him. She smiled a little as the fluffy animal sequestered itself underneath the Shire's legs, looking completely sheeply and silly and funny at the same time. She looked back to the man, Liev as he took a step closer to her. She had to tilt her neck backwards to be able to see his face which towered over two foot above her own head and wished she was slightly taller so as not to be dwarfed so much by Liev of Anathema here.


She was slightly disappointed as he kindly asked her to leave their borders now that the missing sheep had been found and returned. Just as she was about to turn to go the stallion decided that it saw fit to play a game with its owner and she stopped her turn, resuming facing the trio of creatures that belonged to the pack here. She giggled quietly as the horse began to play with his owners hair, finding it all too amusing. Covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smile she let her eyes wander to the horse taking in his wild beauty.


"Sorry but that just looks so funny, What is his name? I've never seen a horse so big before."

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

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He didn't blame her from laughing. The Russian would be lucky if his mane hadn't turned into a mohawk by now, or anything worse. Her giggle made him laugh himself, but this time, he made sure to leave the equine away from his poor innocent mane. With a quick hand, the Anatheman brushed his mane back in place while forcing the animal's head down, a hand messing on it's own long mane.

She spoke again, and his purple gaze rested on the horse's dark brown almond eyes, and he could tell it was laughing inside at the small prank. "His name is Caesar, in honor of the old human leaders of good old Russia, the Czars, an attempt to spell Cesar, the Emperors of the Roman Empire." He explained as if it was the most trivial thing possible, but deep within, he knew she had absolutely no idea of what he was talking about. Yet, he couldn't help. No one ever said knowledge brought happiness.

"And he belongs to the Shire Horse bred, selected by humans to work on heavy duties, like pulling chariots and the like. And for those tasks, they were bred to be bigger and stronger than regular horses." He explained, only hoping she knew what a chariot was.

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Gemma was steadily growing to like this tall man and his playful trouble making steed, underneath the horse's belly the sheep she had found and returned bleated happily as though wanting to join in on the laughter and the animal's call made her giggle more as did the state of Liev's hair, practically sticking on end after the stallion was done with it. She listened attentively as Liev told her all about his horses name, character and breed's history. She was fascinated by it, she had always thought humans were a very inventive species although that inventiveness had led to their downfall.


"Well he certainly fits the bill for being bigger and he looks really strong as well. If I had a horse like him then I'd never feel afraid." The almost innocence in the in the woman's voice clashed strongly with her past and also her clothing. Perhaps her condition blinded her to the realities of the world although Gemma saw nothing wrong with the way she lived her life nor what he father had done to her, it was simply normal to the female, she looked to Liev,


"Do you mind if i stroke him?" She fiddled nervously with her bracelet, her fingers twisting the woven red material.

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

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Afraid? What did she had to be afraid of? Well, of course, being a loner was quite a dangerous life, and he knew it like anyone else, having stood almost a whole year on his own as he traveled through the Asia and went to America. Yet, it wasn't up to him to judge her.

When she mentioned petting him, he felt a bit uncomfortable with the idea. Most of the time he tried to pet the stallion when he had began to train him, or even putting on his bridle, or even getting within reach, he would get bitten by the stupid horse. It had started to fade away, but whenever it intended to just play, it ended up in a bruise of something of the sorts. "Well ma'am, as I mentioned, he is kind of a brute, and I'm not sure if he would bite you or not. If you really wish to, I'd rather pet his neck, since he can't reach this far." He spoke, taking a hold of the reins where they connected with the briddle in order to keep his head still, or at least limit his movements.

The Anzu made the horse shift so his neck was more exposed to the woman, if she really wanted to get through with it.

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sorry for fail post D:

Gemma was torn, she wanted to stroke the horse but was afraid to, the great beast was scary to her as much as she would love to have one of her own. Her hand lingered in the air before her nervously as her thoughts reeled, eventually her hand lowered and she shook her head at the Anathema male, the trouble caused if the horse did bite her wouldn't be worth the actual thrill of petting the stallion,


"No, I think it would be best if I don't." She sent the man a charming smile that touched her eyes, she shifted on her feet suddenly feeling weary and tired, the ground felt hard and cold against her paws and the wind was stealing the warmth of her body, the woman wanted nothing more now than a good meal and to sleep. Perhaps she could catch a rabbit or bird and also let this interesting man get back to whatever jobs she was before she had interrupted his day. "Well it was nice to meet you Liev but I have to be going now, and you can go back to your day. See you around sometime." With another smile and a wave of her hand the white female turned on her heel and walked away from the man and his horse.


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