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Trent · 03-07-2012, 04:53 PM

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for Alli 'n her Alder Smile

I wouldn't mind 1 other hopping in to keep the boys 'n pony company, either Smile

here is a beautiful drawing Red made of Trent and the icelandic horse (lovingly named 'pony') for size reference. :3 · table by Alli!

In his optime form, Trent was lingering around the edges of the ocean. Paws crunched against the rocky shores as he walked the shore and looked out over the ocean. He liked looking out over that large expanse of blue and reminding himself of how puny he was. Many didn't, he knew, but for Trent, remembering he was nothing but a speck on the face of the earth always made him feel at ease, for it made everything he did seem so insignificant. It didn't matter whether he was a sick pervert or a normal, perfect son-in-law type guy. Not in the grand scheme of things. And, since the dark stranger still hadn't left his mind, now more than ever he needed to believe that his sick mind wasn't anything so bad. It wan't like he was going to destroy the world with it or anything, after all.

Trent rolled his tense shoulders as he looked at the ocean, a grim look on his face; like that of a warrior after a battle that cost half his squad's men. That was how he felt, even though his situation was nowhere as dramatic as that, of course. A lost man.

It was then that something nuzzled at his arm. Trent instantly jumped away, feeling like a fool for not noticing that anything had approached, engulfed in the salty sea air and the large expanse of water in front of him. "Shit!" he growled as he tumbled over a couple of rocks and fell onto the rocky beach. Trent yelped as he fell on top of a sharp rock with his lower back and was formed to remain on the ground. Well, at least it was just some short pony thing that had nuzzled him, which was a consolation. It could've been a limb-ripping grizzly or something like that, after all.

Giving up the idea that he might get up in the next five minutes, Trent remained on the ground and stared at the sky. If he hadn't felt quite dramatic enough about his puny life just yet, then he certainly did now. "All because of a stupid po-oooh-hey! Hey!!" He shouted the last, since the pony had wandered its way over to his head and was now trying to eat his hair. "That's not grass, you bloody... thing, you!" He bared his teeth and twisted his head to face the pony, which had quite the happy look on its face as it slobbered a couple of ruddy Trent-hairs into its mouth and started to chew on them.

Alder · 03-09-2012, 09:26 AM

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Alder had been to the ocean more often then he ever had since he and Trent had taken a walk along the shore. He came as often as he could, looking at the waves and the expansive water. He knew the beaches, knew the large outcrops of rock and other landmarks and he remembered where he and Trent wandered. But the Marshal pushed those thoughts from his mind, and walked further and away from that place. He had been finding himself more and more confused, and less content in his ever day tasks. He had wondered away from the pack lands and scouted and hunted despite his internal fear. Simply to leave those feelings behind.

Yet, he returned to wander along the coast once more. It was not to remember laughs, and jokes. Nor playful antics and fun games. But to be close to something he could not define.

Shaking his head Alder kicked at the nearest rock, watching it tumble over itself and roll along before him. The crashing waves muffling the first sounds that caused him to cock his head. Had he heard a voice? He looked out to the sea, was he so delusional that he was not only creating feelings inside but also voices in his head? Then it happened again, as the waves were low and just whistling back into the water. Alder broke into a run and saw a mess of figures in the distance as he turned a bend. He slowed once he recognized the sight of a small horse and a creature much like a coyotes. Who smelled much like Trent.

Finally Alder could laugh, a break in the tension that he had felt building around his vision of the coywolf. Walking up to the pair he looked at the pony’s face, speaking a lick of low speech to get her perspective. She certainly likes you. He spoke, reaching out with a hand to help the other Courtier up.

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Trent · 03-15-2012, 04:33 PM

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ooc here · table by Alli!

Trent lifted his arms and tried to push the pony away, but to no avoid. The damn thing was stronger than he liked to admit, and simply kept pushing her head back into his mane, nibbling on the hairs she managed to pull from his head. The only consolation was that at least, Trent was pretty sure that he was alone and no one else was there to see his demise by the hooves of a stupid pony.

That is, until he heard Alder's voice. Trent looked up and groaned unhappily. He glanced at Alder's hand and remembered that he'd been offered a hand before, but had never understood what it meant. Feeling a little unsure if this was the proper reaction to the extended hand, Trent grabbed the hand with his and pulled himself up to his feet with another groan, a few hairs painfully ripped from his head by the insolent pony in the process.

"Well, at least we'll have a lovely dinner tonight," Trent said casually, his tone half-serious, and looked at Alder's face, if only briefly, to try and figure out whether the male could appreciate the half-joke. If it was all serious, then Trent wouldn't mind chopping the weird small horse to pieces, but he guessed that Alder had other plans for it. The pony lifted its head, looking at Trent, and then lowered its head to the ground and started to search for food on the rocky beach.

Alder · 03-20-2012, 10:24 AM

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Trent grasped his hand, and the action brought a smile to Alder’s lips. With a small bit of effort Alder helped the coy-wolf to his foot-paws. Blue eyes looked the male over, glancing at the Optime form that he had not seen the last time they had met. It had been dark the night they had first been introduced, and in the sun’s light Alder caught a new perspective of the hybrid. But, not in favor of once again getting caught looking at Trent, Alder quickly turned his attention to the mare. She was a stout pony, light in hue and from what Alder could see with just a casual glance an older mare.

The other male’s words made Alder turn and look him in the eye. Eat her? Alder thought quickly back to the incident with Terra. She had believed the horses to be prey, and Alder had needed to chase her out of the pasture and harshly explain the truth of the matter. It had been an upsetting moment for the masked male, and he frowned at Trent. It sounded as if he was joking, but the Marshal would not place a light heart on the matter. He did not know what to say, and at first he looked away and tried to understand if the joke was simply that.

She’s just looking for a home. He replied after the prolonged pause, moving to pet the pony. Alder still struggled to understand the views of others that looked at a horse and saw prey.

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Trent · 03-21-2012, 11:22 AM

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ooc here · table by Alli!

Alder didn't seem to be able to appreciate his joke much, but then, Trent wasn't sure what he had been expecting. It was hard for him to try and look at things from Alder's perspective, someone who liked horses and saw them as friends instead of food. Trent wiped a few strands of his long mane from his face and shuffled his weight between his feet briefly in a moment of awkward silence, while Alder put on his serious frowny face; one that Trent hadn't seen that much so far, luckily. He didn't like it one bit.

A home. Trent tried to push the pony's nose away as she nibbled on his elbow, but she just kept pushing back. "Err... When's your birthday?" Trent grinned as he attempted another joke and hoped he could turn Alder's frown around. It didn't seem like such a bad idea; after all, Alder loved horses and since Trent was pretty awful at interior decorating and hunting both, this pony-thing seemed to be a good -- and free -- gift. Since spring was approaching, surely his birthday was sometime soon?

Alder · 03-27-2012, 10:36 AM

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The mare did not give up her small assault on the coy-wolf, attempting to nibble on his fur and gather his attention. Alder did not understand his pack mates’ reluctance to accept the horses as their equals. The same had been felt when he encountered Terra hunting them in the pasture. It had enraged him, sending him after her in a way he had never chased after another pack member. Of course Alder was not experiencing the same amount of anger at Trent, mainly confusion and disappointment.

When he spoke once again, those feelings began to fade. Though he was still left with a bit of confusion and there was a question in his tone when he spoke his answer. Summer. He was about to ask why, when his eyes passed over the blond pony who looked in need of a good grooming. Then he smiled, looking at Trent and shook his head. Why? He asked it anyway, knowing the game and yet still wanting to catch him in his attempt.

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Trent · 04-04-2012, 07:13 PM

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It's fine <3 I've been rather busy myself anyway, and also provided you with a wait Wink

· table by Alli!

Alder didn't seem to understand Trent's half-joke very well. Either that, or he just wanted to hear the words directly from Trent's mouth. How to respond to Alder's words was kind of hard, not knowing whether or not he'd understood the joke. In the end, Trent uncharacteristically decided to take the leap into assuming that Alder knew damn well what he was talking about. "Darn, that's a long time to be stuck with a pony," he said and he grinned briefly, although still a little awkwardly, as he looked at Alder.

It was probably a good thing, Trent realised all too well, that Alder didn't know that Trent had intended to hunt his enormous horse that day they'd first met. Or that Trent really wouldn't have minded eating the pony. Food was food, and Trent didn't entirely see the use of being friends with horses.

Alder · 04-10-2012, 08:28 AM

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Alder smiled, laughing lightly as Trent confirmed his thoughts. It was the first time he felt a true sense of friendship between he and the coy-wolf, felt a release of the tension that had radiated from Trent since they had met and for a minute he worried that he would do something to throw all of that away. His mind was crowded for a moment with thoughts, worries of what to say next and all in the hopes that this feeling would not be ruined.

Blue eyes watched the pony, who was stuck so close to Trent that he figured that the coywolf would have a second shadow from this day forth. The Marshal’s thoughts did not venture towards the idea that Trent may have wished to hunt the old mare, and instead they lingered around the picture of the light hued pony living in the stables. She looks like she may be glued to you. Alder didn’t even attempt to pet the mare, or examine her closely when she was beside the Sergeant. Her attention was captured. Completely.

I can find her a place in the stables, Alder paused, swallowing as he tried to sound convincing. but you’ll have to join me. It doesn’t seem like she’d follow me anywhere. He looked at the pony rather then at the face of the other male. It was an excuse for them to spend more time together, take another walk and perhaps shed more light on who Trent was. Finally he glanced sideways at the male, too curious to not look at his expression.

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Trent · 05-05-2012, 01:56 PM

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sorry for the long wait! · table by Alli!

Trent felt awkward even though they were light-heartedly joking, but it was a feeling that he was used to. Trent always felt awkward in any social situation, since he didn't really know how to behave. It wasn't so much that he cared about others' opinions, but it was mostly that he didn't want to end up friendless and alone if ever a situation arose where having others to back you up was good. Thinking about it, it made him feel kind of pathetic, but, well... He was used to that, too. Selfish, cowardly, but striving for the approval of others in their face, regardless.

The thought of being glued to a horse didn't make Trent feel very at ease, and he looked at the pony unhappily. Well, if she would be in one of Alder's stables, she'd have no choice but to stay where they put her, anyway, so that helped. He nodded in agreement. "That sounds good." Trent looked at the pony and he started to walk in the direction of the stables, a place that was fairly central in the pack lands, close to the hotel and so Trent had come there several times already. It was one of the first places he'd found after joining, and where he had first run into Alder after joining the pack, too.

"So uh.. What do you use the horses for, anyway..?" Why are you friends with them? He didn't phrase the last question, aware of its social incompetence, and looked to Alder; hoping that he'd find the answer to the rude questions in his head through the curious, innocent one he'd actually asked.

Alder · 05-05-2012, 04:04 PM

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There was an energy in Trent that Alder felt he had not sensed before. It was a lightheartedness, something that they had not really shared before now. Alder felt a sudden leap in his stomach, a thump of his heart or maybe it was a skip. Jitters, butterflies? He didn't understand and so he tried to ignore it, focusing on the direction they moved in and on Trent's words.

Well, many ride them. Traveling can be easier, quicker. They can carry things, tow wagons and plows. They were used in the building of my cabin. he explained. Alder had not been present at the time of the cabins construction but he knew that Rem had been their helping.

Alder glanced over to the make, his smile only growing. He loved Hawthorn as he did his own brothers, and knew him as even a greater friend. I find them fascinating, since I was a pup I wanted to learn about them. When I was small I wanted to -be- one. He said with a bit of a laugh. I respect them more then anything. They are fascinating creatures.

Looking back at the pony he added, You'll see.

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Trent · 06-20-2012, 01:01 PM

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Trent wasn't entirely surprised when he heard about riding horses, since he had seen some others that did - and at the time, it had surprised him, but no longer now - although he hadn't ever seen a horse tow wagons or plows. He didn't really know what either of those were, either, but felt stupid asking, so he did not.

Trent frowned as he looked at the pony that was following him around like a puppy that had lost its mother. He couldn't imagine her ever carrying anything. Especially not him. "Do you think this, err... Could learn that sort of stuff?" He wasn't so sure about riding, but maybe she could pull something? He'd seen the wagons - though he didn't know that was the word used for them - around the stables and track before, so he was pretty sure that it was possible. All he needed to do was walk next to her all the time while she pulled stuff around, he guessed, if she would always remain as attached to his hip as now. Maybe it'd get better once he'd stuff her in a stable somewhere, so that he could decide whether he wanted the annoying thing pluck at him all the time.

Trent smiled back at Alder as he spoke about horses as if he was speaking about a lover, and he couldn't help but laugh a little at Alder's seriousness on the subject. It sounded so silly to speak that way about something that, to Trent, had been food up until recently. He just smiled at Alder as they walked, not really sure how to respond to what Alder had just said, and afraid that any response he could give would be disrespectful.

Alder · 06-25-2012, 09:24 AM

[html] glad we can continue this. maybe we could have a new thread soon?

Alder looked down at the ground as he walked, focusing on his paw steps and where he placed them. Though his thoughts were so easily focus-able onto the aspects of horses he found that something else easily distracted him. Again it was the way Trent was, the way he felt when they were together, the hope that they would find a common ground. It excited him that the coyote might fall into a love of horses, and that would be the most common of grounds for the Marshal.

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. I cant imagine why not. he replied, glancing back at the other male. Even though they were smaller, ponies could learn just as much as any other horse. Size had little to do with it. She will need a name. He added, glancing back down to his foot-paws.

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Trent · 06-26-2012, 09:02 AM

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yep, good idea -- we can finish this one soon and then have a new one? Smile

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Trent still felt kind of weird having his pony-thing follow him around, as though he was somehow its owner, because he very much felt like he was not. Trent had nothing to offer this thing, but in the least perhaps Alder could take care of it, if Trent decided that he would or could not. But the least he could do, he supposed, was give the animal a chance and do something less selfish for a change by giving the pony a chance to win his heart, or something. Trent didn't like the idea of anything relying on him, because he was highly unreliable and liked his freedom, but it didn't seem he'd have much of a chance, anyway.

Maybe if it could learn how to be ridden or pull things though, it could at least be useful, and Trent hoped that would be the case. Then it would be a little less like carying around dead weight, but more like being the dead weight the pony was carying around. Well, it wasn't much, but better than nothing.

Alder's request that she needed a name popped Trent from his thoughts, and he lifted his gaze from the road ahead of them to look at Alder. "Uh... 'Pony' seems good?" he suggested with a sheepish grin, because Trent was awful at creative things like coming up with names and he couldn't think of anything else.

Alder · 07-10-2012, 11:26 AM

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Alder imagined a new life for the wandering pony. She would be able to socialize with other horses and her kind if she wished, she would be groomed often and trained to work if her size fit the task. She would have purpose and shelter, food and a warm caretaker. Her life would be different and better in the eyes of the Marshal, even if Trent was reluctant to embrace the new member of the stables. The small mare had chosen the coyote, and Alder couldn’t see her bonding with any other. It was a bit of an instinct the Marshal had.

Trent spoke the name, and though Alder did not see the creativity in it he gave another nod and smiled. Seems good. he almost gave a bit of a laugh at the way Trent acted around the mare. There had always been a bit of hesitation in either males when interacting with one another, and Trent was overtly skittish it seemed. But Alder was confident in the pack lands and even more so when discussing horses, there was no need for his friend to be unsure. Alder knew what he was doing.

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