Intimidating and foreign

Thorn Russo · 08-27-2012, 08:24 PM

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+5pts Optime form. 6-7 am. Just barely outside the stables. Life sucks and then you post. Smile Hope you're still up for a thread. If it's okay I'd like to back-date this about a week?

Vinatta had what would become an amazing brewery and homes for all those that called it 'home'. He had begun sorting his few possessions early in the morning, just before first light, arranging things close to how he had them back in Russia. He wondered, as he often did, what his family would think of this place. Until he made proper friends here and until he had gotten to know his pack mates his mind would always travel back to Sobirat'sya. He hated the fact that his life right now was a series of 'untils' and 'whens'. The big when, almost an if, had been to get into a pack in the first place. That was done, he had really liked the leader (above and beyond really liking his looks) and loved the vibe he experienced when he had let his paw hit the ground; the first step in Jordheim. Nordic theory and whispers had invaded his childhood, something too intrusive but the words of Thor, Odin and Loki had been breathed by the teachers. It all came full-circle.

That fateful step led, one after the other, to the homes he could choose from. His long home had been easily chosen amongst the other empty ones if only for the shape and the ample hoarding space. A time would come when he would want to properly get back into cooking and he would need all this space to store his tools. For now his knife and sewing materials lay in one of the little nooks and he was glad to be rid of the bone needle that for a while had been gingerly placed inside one of his kilt pockets. Needles and pockets didn't mix and it was a wonder he didn't have multiple stab wounds from his journey here. Other nooks and crannies contained bits of this and bits of that, shiny objects that helped him barter his way here from across the ocean. He only kept a couple in his pockets and hoped that they could be used, if the need should arise, to help sway opinion in his favour. Setting down a rusted chain link necklace he had unearthed he dusted off his paws, stood tall and made his way to the door. Fedora on head he went out and shut the door behind him.

There was one smell that still intrigued the black-tipped white wolf. The smell of stable and horses was as foreign to him as the smell of a snow sheep would be to someone who had never visited his homeland. He had seen and smelled horses before of course but he knew nothing of them. He knew they were useful and very intelligent creatures but how did other wolves interact with them? His feet were already on their way and he slowly made his way to the stables, stopping within sight to watch others going about their business.

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Ink Trovato · 08-27-2012, 08:50 PM

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Word Count :: 439 Would the 19th be okay for this? It's right before Ink adopts Sura, so it's not going to mess up the timeline any. XD

It was as if fate had timed it herself. Ink was busy trying to settle a dispute in the stables. Jericho wanted to run. Hex wanted to graze. Between the two, Ink felt himself torn in two ways- his faithful mare wanted excersize and he'd be cruel to refuse her, but he also wanted Hex to get used to running with other horses... too bad Jerri didn't know to slow down for the poor foal. Hex grazed in the green grass beside the stables while Jericho danced semi-circles around him, trying to convince him to let go of the lead and let her run. Too bad that lead was attached- a bit too well- to Hex, who didn't even seem to care at all. The boy was in a world of trouble, but he knew how to handle it.

After some initial shouting for the mare to calm down and behave, Ink gave up. She'd run if she wanted to and she'd drag both himself and poor Hex with her if she had to. The boy turned to untying the rope that held them together. This turned out to be a hopeless task- the knot had become too tight for his claws to get into. The Trovato made a noise of frustration and pulled his Vinattan dagger from its sheath on his belt, cutting the rope near the knot and letting go of Jerri's end.

The mare reacted in turn, neighing her delight to have won the argument and, with a slight rearing up, the mare darted away, past her rider and the foal and straight towards the poor curious male coming to check out the stables. She darted past him only a few feet away, galloping at top speed into the woods as if her life depended on it. Ink watched her go for a moment, sighing. "Yeah, get on, yah stupid animal!" He shouted after her, snorting and not meaning a word of it. He waved her off, knowing she'd come when called later. It wasn't until his eyes began their journey back to the barn that he noticed the other man there.

"Oh, shoot, sorry. She didn't clip you, did she?" He waved to the other, leading Hex over despite the foal's complaint at being removed from her grazing spot. "She's flighty, but she wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose. If she did, I know she didn't mean to and I can repay you..." He wasn't even sure if the horse had been close enough to even make contact, but after his last adventure with Jericho's outbursts, he didn't want to take any chances.

Thorn Russo · 08-27-2012, 09:55 PM

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19th is fine, my timeline is pretty blank, apparently Thorn sat around getting smoking for 2 weeks and not doing anything else.

One wolf, two horses. The thought made Thorn cringe inwardly and he wondered for a moment how he would fare if shoved into that situation. He had ridden a horse once, with proper tack and thankfully she had been a docile, kind old thing that didn't care what you did with her. Thorn had been beyond inebriated and one of his relatives, perhaps his brother, had convinced him it would be fun. It will be fun. Those words were like Kryptonite to dear Thorn Russo. Often it wasn't fun and very often it was the very opposite of fun. Yet sometimes, on occasion, it - whatever it was, was a lot of fun. Maybe, thought the white wolf as he watched the other similarly coloured male tangle with the large protesting animal, this would one of those times. He scratched his head under his hat, watching the older horse protest, wondering what would happen if she got free. Fate answered that question for him, with brilliant speed.

Brilliant speed, like the horse running at him. "Stupid animal" didn't quite cover a horse, in his opinion. Horses were intelligent creatures that weighed a lot and often were quite stubborn. Stubborn enough that the mare didn't waiver in her path. It was up to the wolf to get out of her way. Thorn moved, thankfully, and the horse just barely nudged his shoulder but he turned and glared at her as she went into the woods and rubbed his shoulder reflexively. Her owner/handler/servant came over to apologize and Thorn struggled to smile and be polite.

This other wolf was being sincere and smelled of the pack so certainly he lived here too. Best for Thorn to smarten up and be nice despite the dull pain in his arm. That would pass. "Itz fine. Just a thump. Have been hit harder before but never by a horse." Embarrassment and anger at the horse was gone and he lit up with a smile. "I've always wondered how wolves keep up with those creatures, keep them tame. Now I know, they don't!" He held out a hand, no hard feelings it said plainly without words. "Thorn Russo."

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Ink Trovato · 08-27-2012, 10:13 PM

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Word Count :: 218 xD Well, time for some on-the-spot thinking, I guess.

Ink grinned sheepishly at the other's reassurance. His ears fell back and he stood there, Tem's little foal nibbling at his hip curiously- looking for treats in his belt, though she couldn't get past the buckles and snaps. The boy let her amuse herself, knowing she'd grow tired of it soon enough- she always did. The male introduced himself as Thorn Russo, offering a handshake which Ink returned dutifully, his grip firm but friendly. Professional, but on an instinctive level- he was no trained businessman. Simply the son of one and the grandson of an even greater one.

"Ink Trovato." He replied with that same sheepish smile. If a canine could blush. "That was Jericho and this is Helexia. Jerri's mine, but Hex is Temeraire's- I take her out when Tem can't, same for Darcy, but he was taken out earlier, so he's... uh..." He managed to stop himself from rambling for once, that sheepish smile becoming almost embarrassed. "Ah, anyway."

"I haven't really seen you around before, but you can't be a new member- I've noticed your scent in Jordheim. Where've you been hiding?" Finally, the shy smile was exchanged for a playful grin. Ink was working hard, every day, at being more social. He hoped he was doing a good job of it, now.

Thorn Russo · 08-28-2012, 09:37 AM

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Up early, posting!

Thorn was intrigued by the hip nibbling young one. He cocked his black tipped head momentarily, unabashedly staring for a moment before returning to the present. Did horses bite? Should he be worried? Trying to not stare he returned his attention to the male, who shook his hand firm but friendly and introduced himself. "Does anyone call you Inky?" The grin appeared and it was everything he could do to keep from waggling his eyebrows. This was by no means flirting, he barely knew the guy but Thorn was naturally friendly and playful. Tail wagging quietly, he nodded as Ink rambled and let a smile slowly creep onto his face. This was a nice guy who really liked his horses and it showed in everything he did.

Ah, someone had noticed that he hadn't been wandering around Jordheim like a new member normally would. Wolves can't blush, thank the gods. Reaching his hand out to the foal he let out a little sigh, he'd be caught. Crouched down he glanced at Ink before straightening himself out. "Keeping to myself, organizing m'home. Going to start a brewery soon, so there's planning." There was a little lie niggling in his mind and he smiled, "and not used to social tings, need to work up to it. Just Thorn having Thorn time." He didn't want to change the subject but this Ink creature seemed interesting, "what 'bout you? You're new too…"

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Ink Trovato · 08-28-2012, 06:42 PM

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Inky. Ink was so very, very glad in that moment that he wasn't human, because his face would've been as red as a cherry at that point. His ears fell back completely and he turned his eyes down to Hex, grateful that she was there to be a distraction. "Ahah... you'd be the first." Light hearted laugh was the best he could offer, not at all insulted by the nickname, but not really fond of it either. It wasn't that he didn't want people calling him that... it just... didn't really sound very... manly. He was girly enough as it was- becoming known as Inky would just make that girly image all the more... girly.

Thorn turned his attention to the filly, who curiously nudged at his hand when it was offered, lipping his fingers but not biting. Yum. Horse drool. His explanation was intriguing- a brewery? In Jordheim? Ink found himself very, very interested in this- not because he was a fan of alcohol by any means, but because it would be something new and interesting and he was sure the man would need some help at some point or another. Learning to make wines and beers and stuff would be... fun.

"A brewery, huh? Sounds pretty cool. It would make welcome packs easier to put together." He murmured, somewhat interested in the idea now. It was his turn to explain himself and he was left to shrug. "I've been spending a lot of time practicing my skills and taking care of the herd. I'm no good at hunting or fighting, so what time I have to spare is used practicing." Not entirely true. He spent a lot of time with Tem and his friends when he could, though usually this was time spent practicing too.

"I should bring Hex back to her stall. She's been out enough for today." Actually, no, she hadn't been, but the filly was starting to get annoying, gumming his belt again. "So Thorn, I take it you've never owned a horse then?" He smiled almost teasingly as he turned to lead Hex back to her stall in the stables.

Thorn Russo · 08-28-2012, 11:06 PM

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Inky, Inky, Inky. Smile

Thorn never meant to embarrass the black and white male but he still grinned when Ink seemed to be just that. It was hard to give someone a nickname when their name was already so short. He remembered some of the Russian nicknames he had earned back home, none of which where derivations of his actual english name. Inky just rolled off the tongue though, and he tried to apologize. Maybe Ink thought there was somethings wrong with it? He bowed his head briefly and chuckled to himself. "If you're Inky, I'm Thorny and you look more Inky than I do Thorny." Stupid grin. His tail wagged happily.

Inky seemed interested in the brewery idea and Thorn gave a little nod about the welcome packs. His own bottle of wine had long since been drunk and the bottle was now waiting a good cleaning to be filled with mead later on. The needed equipment was around, there were sugar woods that held maple production equipment that could easily be converted and the raw materials were just waiting to be scavenged throughout the lands. All the help would be great, especially when he had big pots of wort bubbling away. Who knew where he'd be in a few years, passing on the information to the younger wolves would be necessary as well. "Brewery is going to be great. Beers, wine, mead, maybe even wonderful, delicious wodka." He licked his lips at the thought and reached to adjust his fedora.

He seemed to have a rather interesting pastime, Thorn wasn't a hunter either frankly, and if he wasn't such a good cook he would have starved a long time ago. Gods protect him if he hadn't been born a Luperci. Now was time to put the horsey away and Thorn couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief. It wasn't that the young horse made him nervous he was just uncomfortable with it being all, horse-like. The tall white Russian followed along behind the other white and black wolf, ears down slightly at the embarrassment. "Nyet. Ridden once, watched them kept but kept my distance. Weird creatures." Not that he wasn't willing to learn, especially if Inky was willing to teach. "Like to learn though."

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