roundup the livestock
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  • Date: September 27, 2012; early evening
  • Group Duty: This group will focus their concentration on repairing the stables, the ship, or the caravan, and the roundup of runaway or lost livestock.
  • Members: Stranded Traveler #2, Skye Collins, Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii, Kenna, Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii, Keldava Wolfe-Denahlii, Ookami (feel free to join even if you have not yet signed up!)
  • Setting: The group will start in the stables, and delegate different jobs to different people. Once jobs have been delegated, feel free to branch off and make different threads with your characters catching livestock, or repairing the ship! However, please don't RP the stranded traveler outside of this thread! Smile
  • Stranded Traveler:
    • Name: Solomon
    • Appearance: Solomon (male) is mostly dog, and has floppy ears. He stands at 6' 5". He is brindle colored, and his eyes are brown.
    • Personality: Solomon is rather loud and loves to laugh and make jokes. He knows when to get to work, though, and does so happily.
  • Post order: None!

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out of character


Dalgina stared at the stables in shock. It had been completely destroyed, and the animals had been scattered. She was glad Ovi and Tehu had been with her in the shop. The coldness that had settled over her in the shop had been pushed back, and she was glad to have them with her. If they had been outside in this, who knew what might have happened? Shaking her head Dalgina looked over to the other members of the group, glad that her siblings were here as well.

What are we going to do? She wanted to help, but Dalgina wasn't too sure where she should start helping. Should she try and clear away some of the debris? Use what little knowledge she had of carving to fix it? It would probably be better if she helped gather up the animals. There were a lot of them running around, and it would take a fair amount of work to grab them all. It wasn't anything she had to particularly know much about to be able to do it either.


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Skye sighed as the stables came into her line of sight - she walked closer to it, peering inside a gap in the wall. Thankfully, most of the horses were still there - she could see Jack, who seemed annoyed, but fine. The horses' area was alright.. however, the chickens seemed to have all escaped, as well as some of the sheep; not much was left of them save for a few frightened, bleating ewes. Her brows furrowed together in thought and concern as Dalgina's voice rang out behind her, wondering where they could start first and what they had to do.

She turned around, and saw the black-furred female staring at the stables in seeming desolation, as well as one of the travelers who had called himself Solomon. Solomon struck Skye as the 'leader' of sorts of their band of travelers, although that did nothing to hide the seemingly perpetual grin stuck on his face - even now, looking at the broken area, a small smirk tugged at his mouth.

"It's important to find the livestock first," she said decisively. "But perhaps we should wait until some more people show up.. we'll need all the help we can get," she said, brows knitting together once again as she turned back to the dilapidated stables. Honrin's newly built corral, she noted, was also slightly damaged, its fence missing several pegs and some sand having been blown off the area.

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After the passing of the storm, Kenna, along with her other pack mates went out to investigate the destruction left behind. There was debris everywhere and many of the pack's buildings had sustained structural damage. As she slowly picked her way through the fallen branches, scattered stones, slats of wood and other clutter left in the hurricane's wake, the worried frown upon the young woman's face continued to deepen. There was a lot of work to be done. Heading towards the stables, she could see once within view of it that it too had suffered some abuse in the storm. While the structure still stood, it had a blatant hole in one of its walls and some of the livestock was missing or could be seen scattered about the vicinity, enjoying their new found freedom. On the good side, it looked as if the part of the stables that contained the horses was intact however.

Just then, she paused mid step. Horses! Kenna's ears suddenly perked alertly. Dust. She'd set him free before seeking shelter, she didn't know where he'd gone off to, but she'd need to find him. She hoped he was alright and had managed to handle the ferocity of the storm. She had to have confidence though right now in her companion, she had to keep positive. He was surely safely sheltered away somewhere. For now, she needed to focus on the pack and repairing the buildings and rounding up the livestock. Taking a steadying breath, the hybrid girl removed her hat and padded up behind Skye who stood reviewing the state of the stables next to another wolfess Kenna didn't know by name yet. She stepped up beside the leader in time to catch the end of her sentence. "--we should wait until some more people show up.. we'll need all the help we can get." Nodding in acknowledgement to the unknown pack mate, Kenna then spoke up. "Might I be of some assistance, miss Skye?" Kenna fiddled with the rim of her hat within her paws, looking upon the alphess with true concern and willingness to help. Since joining the ranks, she had done very little to get to know her fellow d'Artisans and prove her worth to the pack. She wanted to do anything she could to amend her lapse of productivity and what better way to do so than to assist in the clean up of the pack lands. Glancing around she gave a long slow sigh, placing her paws at her hips observing the mess around her. "Looks like we've got a lot of work to do..." She noted, already formulating a small plan of action. Turning back to Skye she offered a suggestion. "When we've got more able bodies over here, might I suggest rounding up the loose animals and confining them in a couple of the empty horse stalls before they can wander too far while a couple of us repair the hen coop and the sheep's pen?" She suggested before glancing down and suddenly lunging forward to scoop up a chicken casually strutting by in front of them. The hen fluttered and struggled in her arms a moment but then settled, clucking softly, content to simply remain tucked against Kenna's side. The collie girl gave a soft chuckle and a good natured smile. "One down..."
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Sorry sorry!

He cut himself off completely, a lone island out in the sea looking back at the mainland he had broken from. The waves were harsh and the wind unkind to him, breaking away chunks of that which defined him. There was truth in the fact that Honrin had spent the entire hurricane out in the storm, bracing himself against the pouring rain and the driving gales. Slowly losing more and more of himself to nature's violence. His first act upon the storm's death was to drag back out into the weak sunshine the hives that were so precious to him. His bees had been saved yes at the cost of their confusion at who he was, he had almost been stung and would have been had he not caught the offending worker from the air and held her until she calmed down.

Destruction was rife amongst the Cercatori's territory and he stared at it all impassively. Strewn through his hair and pelt were leaves and bits of bark. Even before the hurricane has subsided he had already been working to clear up the mess. The Denhalii boy looked as punished and battered as the surrounding landscape. Luckily perhaphs his parent's house has escaped flooding, his and Pandora's had not been so fortunate and was covered in a layer of brown sludge. He had spent several hours in the night removing most of it with an invented scraper. And now the stabled required his attention, there were holes within the structure and a lot of damage, his corral was also needing repair.

The only good thing he found was that Emmett had not escaped his stall, the vicious stallion bared his teeth at the hybrid and eyed him with hatred. Honrin had lost a lot of his other-worldliness since his childhood, his priests rank stripped from him with Ichika's destruction yet he was still a creature of the strange and the unknown. Shadows and lights still danced before his eyes and he still found difficulty in the interactions of others. But the arrival of others forced him outside after a time, realising he could not lurk within the depths for much longer without being discovered,

"I will take control of the stable repairs, Skye. I know the animals well enough to not cause them anymore due stress." He didn't look at Dalgina, or even acknowledge her presence, he couldn't anymore, she was a stranger to him, one of the outside. The moonlit princess had cast aside her crown and cape. The summer's prince now ruled alone.
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Kenna watched as another pack mate came to join the small group. She didn't know his name, but she was certain it would be reveled to her in due time. She smiled friendlily at him before turning her gaze upon the stranger who Skye had rescued during the storm. He and his companions had all been brought into the shop the rest of the pack sheltered in. If she recalled correctly, the brindle dog's name was Solomon. She nodded slightly in acknowledgement to him before having to focus her attention on the chicken in her arms as it began to struggle about again. She quickly readjusted her hold on the bird just as the other young male wolf spoke up.

"I will take control of the stable repairs, Skye. I know the animals well enough to not cause them anymore due stress." Hearing the younger male offer to supervise the fixing of the stables, Kenna stepped forward eagerly. "I'll help ya." She came to stand beside him, waiting for his instructions. "We should get started as soon as possible I think." She suggested, eying one particularly treacherous looking hole in the side of the stables where some wood planks dangled precariously in mid air. The sooner they set to work, the better it would be for the animal's sake.


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