Mark her colors high

Sunki Utina · 09-22-2011, 06:04 PM

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Only one please, at the stable.

It was a day that the woman wanted to spend with her horse, her beloved mare. Donoma's presence was always a comforting one. Her patient attitude always worked well with her own, and Una's as well. The doe was not present. She had been most distraught after the rape in the tribelands, and the two of them were both a bit melancholy. There had been little to comfort the woman afterward. She had taken care of Nayati and watched over her niece and nephew more, glad for distraction. But now her mind was running free as they were spending time and she felt herself a fifth wheel. So, she took her personal dye and a gourd bowl to the stable.

The bowl was overflowing with the purple dye. Drops fell off the rim of it and splashed onto the straw beneath the woman's feet. She mixed the bowl, stirring lightly with a stick until the dye's consistency was acceptable. Sunki pulled the stick out of the bowl, letting the dye drip off it before setting it on the stall's edge. Donoma looked at her mistress with curious eyes, sniffing at the strange smelling color in the bowl. About to lip the rim, the pale woman jerked it away from the horse's lips. "No, dear, that's not for eating," she said, smiling weakly. Her free hand went to the horse's thick neck, stroking and patting it warmly. Then the pale AniWayan took the rein's of the equally pale horse, leading her out of the stall and out of the barn. The bowl was still in her hand, which Donoma still eyed with a mild hunger.

At the stake, the woman tied the horse to it, soothingly stroking her muzzle. She muttered words of comfort, as the mare was a little bothered by the bonding. Standing silently, Sunki eyed the mare's muzzle, neck, shoulder and flank, wondering where to paint. She wondered what to paint on the pale mare's body. Two fingers were dipped into the bowl, but the woman was still thinking, knowing her fingers would very well remain purple until repeatedly washed.

Cypress · 09-24-2011, 10:50 PM

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The hunt had been unsuccessful. The brown wolf's attempts had been clumsy and half hearted at best. Time and time again prey had evaded him. What he didn't spook away with noisy movements and careless action had still managed to narrowly escape his jaws. Concern for his mother over shadowed his hunger and natural instincts and left his mind rather preoccupied. The worst was he did not what he was suppose to do now. Anu would not wish him to endanger himself for her sake, nor did he believe that if he did it would do any good. If Savina and the warriors of the pack had been unable to return with his mother what could he hope to achieve?

Hunting had served as a distraction for a while, but Cypress eventually grew weary of his failed attempts and head back towards the manor. His path took him past the stables were he noticed a pale woman he did not recognize with a horse. It appeared she was holding a bowl of some sort, but he could not tell what she was doing.

He watched from a distance as her fingers dripped with the purple paint and eyes the horse that was to be her canvas. Though Cypress did know that was what she was doing. He was quite clueless, but curious. "Hi, what are you doing there?" He asked softly as he came closer, stopping at a respectable distance and being cautious of the horse.

Suddenly he realized who the pale lady was. "You're one of the Utina's aren't you?" He did not blame the family for what the AniWayans had done to them. They had all been wronged by the same tyrant.

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