Are we there yet?

Frodo Silvertongue · 03-28-2012, 04:18 PM

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Not my finest post, I admit x3 word count; 368

A day into their journey, and the young man and his horse were already making good progress. The luperci nudged his horse on, and gently, they broke into a lazy trot. The day was fine, and the gale's were moderately subdued, giving way to a bright horizon. Already, it was starting to look like spring. The sun was hot on Frodo's bare back, and his thighs were getting wet. Confused, he looked down at his legs, and realised they were wet because his horse was sweating so much. It was no wonder, considering they'd been at a hard ride for a full day and night so far, without much of a break. And Strider, the horse, was fully tacked up, too. For once he had a saddle and bridle on, and it must have ached. Out of compassion for his friend, Frodo slowed down into a walk, directing his steed closer to the coast.

He knew this beach well. The shattered coast was one of his favourite places. He liked to relax there, and it held many fond memories. With a chuckle, he emerged himself in thoughts of the people he'd met along this very sand. Frodo was fond of people; he was just a people kind of guy, and they were usually fond of him. Or so he thought. At least, he'd only been in an argument twice. Once, when he had told his father the truth about his mother's love affairs, and the second time, he'd been beaten up on Inferni's border. But those memories were dead and gone, and he was a whole different person now. More grown up, and dignified.

As they drew closer to the sea, Frodo dismounted, and then leant over his stallion to remove the tack. He dropped the saddle and saddle bags aimlessly to the floor, unfastened the bridle, and then let his horse run along the raggedy beach. With a smile, Frodo collected some dry dirftwood, and soon he had a fire going. It was about time they had a little rest, anyway. The wolf motioned for his horse to lie down beside him while he himself sat cross legged in the sand, warming his hands over the blazing flames.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 03-28-2012, 04:37 PM

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Emmanuelle was becoming quite the beach bum, she had been hanging around the sandy shores for a few days. Originally seeking the company of others since she seemingly could not do so in her own clan, she hadn't found much of anything besides the sand and the water itself, and for the few days she had been here she had been teaching herself how to swim. Her lynx kits of course, were to stay at the shore. They mewed in protest, angry they could not be there with their ' mother ' but a few sharp looks and they had fallen quiet in silent respect for the oceans dangerous tides, it could pull them far and under with absolutely no mercy. This was one of the many things the yearling Luperci had been teaching her young charges and too her delight they had been taking to her teachings easily.

After she had finished her swim the woman had settled down on the sand and lay there peacefully, letting her fur and hair dry out from the salty waters. The sun beat down on her entire body and she felt strangely at peace here, wishing she lived closer to these wonderful beaches. Sitting up quickly, she looked at her kits and smiled just the, as they were playing with a few shells. Ems had brought a little pack to the beach that day, and she joined her kits in collecting them, coming up with a nice collection of shells to bring home. Something tickled her nose and she looked up, trying to find the source. It smelled like smoke, which was strange, as she believed herself to be the only one in this area.

Cautious now, she gathered her belongings and stuffed them into her pack, carrying her kits in both arms as she walked towards the smell. It might have been a foolish move on her part, but these thoughts didn't cross the sunny coywolfs mind very often. As she approached the smell, the fire came into sights and she paused momentarily. Figuring the sort of person to build a blazing fire on a beach was not the unfriendly type, she pressed on. Soon she happened upon a male and his horse sitting by the fire and she lingered at the border of it. He seemed to be a few inches shorter then her and quite thin and gangly, definitely not the threatening type. Placing her lynx kittens on the ground she smiled at him and approached a few steps closing, brushing her bangs out her eyes and running her fingers through her waist-length now beachy hair. " Hello, my name is Emmanuelle Brenna. May I join you? " She asked kindly.

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Frodo Silvertongue · 04-05-2012, 01:01 PM

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Sorry for the wait, I didn't realise you had replied! word count; 452

The young man continued to sit by the fire, getting warm despite being warm already. It was a hot day, of course. But Frodo knew he would value the fires heat come nightfall. Nights were always cold, whether it be summer or winter. Personally though, Frodo loved cold weather. He loved the rain and the snow, the ice and the sleet, but being a sensible chap, he knew when enough was enough.

Frodo found himself admiring the scenery while he sat, and he ran a hand through his flaming mane momentarily, brushing flowers and feathers out of his eyes. The slightly braided mane was becoming quite a nuisance with all the things tied into it, and it was long and shaggy. It wanted cutting, but Frodo didn't really have anyone he could ask to do something like for him. Not to mention the fact he didn't really mind having his hair that long, especially as it meant he could hide his feelings. The young man found he was just too predictable, and any fellow traveller would more than likely best him any day.

Humming a tune to himself, Frodo almost did not notice a figure walking his way. He looked up to see what seemed quite a feminine figure, and put on his best smile, unfastening his cloak to make himself look more friendly. He found most people were taken aback to see a cloak round a wolf, almost as if he had secrets to hide. But Frodo had no secrets. He was as open as a book.

Intense green eyes continued watching, locked on the form of the stranger until she finally focused into view, someone he had never met before with two kittens of some so rt in her arms. Frodo grinned when he saw them, his heart almost melting. Creatures, especially baby creatures, he simply adored, and they were no exception, though he couldn't quite make out their breed. When the lady finally stopped near him and asked to join him while introducing herself, Frodo immediately sprang up, leaving his weapons and most items on the floor next to his cloak as he rushed to great her. My dear lady. he greeted, extending an arm and gesturing to the fire. Nice of yer to ask. Please, sit, my Cilla Black. What's mine is yours! he then promptly sat down again, drawing into a cross-legged stature. His eyes found the kittens she had put down, and he watched them. Strider was watching them too. The horse looked very grumpy, but he did and spoke nothing. Those critters are half a haddock, I'm not fore and aft or nothin', but they really are somethin'. Frodo mentioned, again looking at the cats.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 04-09-2012, 11:12 AM

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ems is by nat.

The woman watched him curiously, not sure what to make of his strange speech. But his kindness was enough, and she smiled genuinely at him as he kindly offered her a seat at his fire. Pleased, she sat down, a toothy canine grin settling on her face. Taking the few moments of freedom that she allowed her kits, soon they were climbing all over the place, in bags, over weapons, and eventually one nestled in the lap of the strange male, and one in her lap. Both purred loudly as they settled into a content nap, and it warmed the females heart to see such a heartfelt moment unfold between strangers.

Emmanuelle didn't quite understand what he said, but she nodded anyways, getting the general gist of it. In the neutral lands as she expected, most of the people she had met were diverse in nature and he was a direct example. " You have such a noticeable accent. Where are you from? Is there a certain name you go by? " She asked, noticing now she had been the only one to exchange her name. The heat from the fire added to the rays of sunshine in heat, and soon her whole person was quite warm, In response the woman backed a few inches away from it and let her mis-matched gaze settle on the ocean roaring against the sands, feeling quite lucky she was able to behold such a wonder.

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