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Ehno Marino · 05-24-2011, 12:58 AM

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The skies were blissfully clear, and a touch of warmth gave the rolling hills a preview of the summer to come as the afternoon began its decline into evening. As per tradition, when Ehno found himself with a mission to accomplish and the slightest bit of wanderlust tingling in his bones, he made his way past the Dreamer boundaries and into the forests and hills beyond. He made his way east, knowing he would eventually have to shift his path north to avoid the boundaries of the Miracles pack. But that was still a ways off, so the Marino allowed his feet to carry him aimlessly through the somewhat-familiar green fields. A clustering of trees in the distance notified him that he was travelling on the usual path he took while heading east.

He approached the lightly forested area, eyeing one of the trees on the outskirts. It was an old one, with bountiful branches reaching for the clear skies. One of the branches, however, was directed in the opposite direction, nature having nearly pulled it from the base. Ehno stopped alongside it, amber eyes examining the broken branch. It was nearly torn from the tree, but as he learned from pushing against it, it wasn’t quite ready to simply fall off just yet. It was a thick branch, sturdy and still fresh, making it perfect material for his preferred smaller projects. He may as well seize the opportunity to gather materials while it was presented to him.

One hand reached into the worn out pack strapped across one shoulder, pulling out a bundle wrapped in old, gray cloth. Ehno unwrapped it, revealing one of the larger blades he had collected through the years he’d been in Nova Scotia. It was on the small side for this task, considering he usually preferred the refurbished hand-axe for this, but it would get the job done. He would have to make do with what he had, since he hadn’t been expecting to be gathering wood like this today. His free hand grasped the branch and pushed it against the grain, while the other began to put the blade to use in removing it from the tree.

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Ever Mayawyn · 06-18-2011, 12:40 AM

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So sorry for the delay!
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Things were going pleasurably at home. Since Ezra’s arrival and re-appearance, the girl had been in a state of bliss which further continued after their evening together. Her head still hummed merrily when she closed her eyes and felt his radiant lips on hers. From the time then, Ever had stayed inside the bungalow most of the day after she went to the stables; wrapped in the sheets with her mate.

Today, however, was affectionately clear and cloudless. Beams of light filtered in from the foremost window in the main room, gathering lustfully on the sandy wood floors and casting shadows that deepened as the morning dragged on. Ever sat on the drooping steps in front of the door of their beach shack. She had an arm extended across the length of her knees and her lids closed over her aqua hued eyes. Sounds of the dawning afternoon interrupted the strong pulsing of waves against the shore. Her body stirred lightly, shoulder shifting a tendril of twisted auburn hair.

Already the horizon was darkening from a soft periwinkle to bottomless cobalt. Ever’s morning had been spent around the house, tending to the few buds that had been coaxed from the rough golden grain and organizing her and Ezra’s few belongings. She readjusted her form on the steps again and still only for another second before standing. Her silver fur was ruffled hastily by the new summer breeze, carrying with it the scent of fresh sea salt. Automatically, Ever turned swiftly and wound her way around the house and onto the path to the stables. A slim trail was beginning to form where she had made the trek every dawn. Her eyes were sharp in the darkness of the shade beneath the trees. Naturally, the hybrid couldn’t help being cautious.

The worn burgundy building came into view quickly, deep set after the parting of the trees. Ever made her way through the thick grass and towards the large metal door. Smoky hands pulled open the heavy latch until it was splayed enough for a horse to fit through. She greeted each horse individually, checking the mornings feed and water. Eventually, to no surprise, Saphraine pushed his way into the stables, white silky mane outlined in a luminous glow from the afternoon light. When the stallion came close Ever stroked her hands tenderly on his muzzle. He was warm from grazing in the sun. She smiled gently as he pushed against her eagerly.

They went directly west. Since joining Miracles, Ever hadn’t thought much of leaving the territory, however, when Ezra had been absent, she found comfort in surrounding territories. The smell of fresh earth was strong in the breeze as the girl walked along side her companion, dark hand tangled in his mane. Her face was formed in a neutral expression, much as she was used to yielding when her mind was twirled in thoughts. After a moment, the thick forests parted gradually to grassland and began to dapple with bushes and sparse trees when they left the territory. The girl mounted the wild haflinger gracefully, adjusting her sunflower-shaded dress. With a subdued tap of her dark heel, Ever urged the stallion forward and into a mild gait. A touch of warmth brushed across her face as they continued farther away from her home. Suddenly, a dark figure could be seen silhouetted atop a moderate hill in a tree dusted area. The girl slowed Saphraine as the descended a slope and came close to the stranger, still too far away to detect packs. She pulled curiously close until she saw his knife. It was pulled placidly from a tattered bag and held expertly against a rather indifferent tree to the girl. Ocean irises watched silently atop her steed, still reasonably concealed by the dimness of the canopy. Saphraine tossed, his golden neck flashing, nervous about having the stranger close to his companion.

Ehno Marino · 06-22-2011, 08:03 PM

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Tis no problem! wc:410

The Marino didn't usually go about gathering branches in this way, most often preferring to find ones already fallen and drying out, or to take his axe to the branches of trees felled for the purposes of his larger projects. His initial reasoning behind heading out of the pack lands was to see what tools he could scavenge from the familiar city of Halifax, so it didn't seem like much of a stretch for him to gather much needed materials on his way as well. While this method took a bit more effort, he found that it was a rather amusing way to pass the time.

At first it seemed as if his blade wasn't so keen on cutting through the wood at all, but a little maneuvering and the slightest change in pressure on the broken branch began to get him results. He alternated between a sawing motion and a chopping motion, and though his blade was not suited for either, it managed to get the job done within a number of minutes. When the impromptu task was nearly complete, Ehno tossed the blade to the ground at his feet, grabbed onto the errant branch with both hands and gave it a tug. It came free from the base of the tree, and the Marino male smirked in triumph. He studied the branch in his hands, mentally taking note of the portions of the branch he would have to clean up with a smaller blade before he could go about chopping it into usable portions.

A chance glance to the side allowed the Marino to catch sight of a slight bit of movement, and he was taken aback when he realized that there was a large figure standing by only a short distance away. Amber eyes had steadily adjusted to the dimming evening light, and after a moment's scrutinizing he realized that it was not one figure, but two. A canine atop a chestnut steed, facing his direction and evidently watching him. Ehno watched them for a silent moment before settling the now-freed branch onto the ground and picking up his blade back up. His free hand reached into his pack to search for the cloth as he stood. As he pulled it out and began wrapping the the blade back up in the old cloth, amber gaze returned to the looming figure in the distance. "Ciao, stranger," he called out, wondering if the mounted canine was friendly.

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