<span style='color:gray'>ooc| I'm really sorry for the lateness of this post - I've been so busy recently. Sorry again! ic| The figiting female whom had dubbed herself Akiva appeared to be chiming in on the conversation, after having somewhat fallen from her positioning on a log. Her shifting had caused the remaining seven Daneyrian that resided around the grassy patch look in her direction, along with the smaller one that stood with front limbs resting on one of Benvolio's legs.Mis-matched male, too, looked over as she fell, one ear perking a little in confusion. Though, she soon steadied herself again, and began to speak of Daneyrian and her family. Pets? Fairs? "Well I must say, I hope your sister never got one, Miss. Daneyrian are supposed to be kept in heards.. It's their natural way of life." With that, Benvolio had left the sibject of separating Daneyrian to keep them as pets. Of course, there are many whom would have liked one alone, to keep as a companion, but 'twas true that the small creatures were meant to reside in small heards, as it was a natural resource of safety. One jet black ear flopped a little, as mis-matched eyes fell on the small azure creature which was leaning on one of his legs. Beady black eyes looked back up, tail soon wagging furiously with glee at attention from it's master. A light grin dusting his features, Benvolio looked over to the other male once more, as he spoke. From his words alone, it was even clearer to the nomadic hearder that this male knew his mammilian fauna - as he noted the loyalty of the small cerulean critters. In responce to his querie, soft words were spoken once more, the gentle Daneyrian runt which resided at his side staring intently up at his master, stumpy tail still wagging. "I've not yet decided, friend. The weather has been kind of late, and so my nomadic hearing has been easy. Though, this rain is a sign to show the colder season soon to come.. I suppose we should settle somewhere for a while soon, it would probably do the heard good, but.. Finding a place to settle isn't exactly the easiest of tasks." One large hand ruffled the soft fur of the small blue Daneyrian gently, mis-matched eyes of the male full of thought.</span>
OOC: (Welcome, Alkia. :)) IC: Akiva Ichabod shook her head, a distinct note of regret washing over her. She let her right front paw skip into the warm air, dancing above the fire, and a calm, benignant smile signified the pleasure she took from it. Though they had found shelter in this small canopy, the rain was audible still. While her empathy had mostly limited itself to grasping hints of anxiety, angst or the contrary - happiness - she felt a slight shiver running through her, clawed toe to the red-head's soft, large ears; the very same ears which would perk and listen as raindrops smashed onto leaves and flower petals. "She never did," she replied quietly as she made an effort to mollify her voice at the further memory of her sister, "And while I've never seen - you know, the joy you obviously take in them, I know... I know they shouldn't be held as pets." She pondered this for a while. "I suppose it is just as cruel as keeping flowers stuck in a vase." Her gaze reflected to each one of them, and she had to squint her eyes to see them properly. The rain had brought an uncanny darkness - she had never been pleased with darkness. Suffer's ivory fur shone up as a beacon, and never had she appreciated the existance of another Pendragon as much. She smiled gently at the pup. The female of seventeen carefully licked her lips, more out of a cautious anxiety, at the approach of another. She twisted her head at a nearly impossible angle, and caught a glimpse of the newcomer. Another femme. The obsidian, blue-spotted fur reminded her slightly of a starlit sky, and she raised her gaze, only to run into a matrix of leaves. Akiva met the eyes of the new one, and gave a warm smile. "Welcome, stranger." And so they were five now, by the fire.
Suffer began to feel tired, and weary. She'd forgotten until now that last time she'd slept...two days before. And the cozy area in which she now sat, around the small, humble fire and the Daneyrian and the three others made her feel quite content... She slowly faded off to sleep, but was awakened quite suddenly by another voice, and she perked her ears up slightly, and opened her eyes...the startled pup was now fully awake, and although she did not jump at the voice, there was a bit of confusion that was visable smeared across her semblance. The pup looked up at the newcomer, a little nervous, for now there were four others, not including herself, and she could not remember a time where she had been around so many other pendragons. It was not that she was anti-social, it was that she was nieve and unsure, and had been secluded her entire life. So these people suddenly around her was a different feeling. Perhaps it was much like the Daneyrian without a herd, or the flower in a vase, only what could they know of such things, if they'd never been in a herd, or never been out of their vase? So when the new femme approached, she was clearly a bit anxious, and felt as if she should run...but it was only her instinct and she bit her tongue in retailiation. The other femme, Akiva however, welcomed her with a sweet, warm voice and the pup felt very comfortable now that she had said hello. And she relaxed a bit, continually watching the small Daneyrian, who now were seven as one had walked away to greet their owner... And the small area began to grow very dark, and the pup breathed, as if she had been holding her breath the entire time but now she let out some air...the darkness was always were she dwelled, just as Woe, her other. She felt beautiful in the dark, like a flower in the night, or a star, that perhaps nobody could see. For the darkness felt alone and she was alone, and in that she felt comfort. But she did not speak, not to the new femme, only smiled. And there, on the ground before her, grew a single Dylpamgasul, rich petals full of colour, and she crept over, or daring to pick it, but simply looked at it, admiring it's beautiful but oblivious to it's symbolic significance.
OOC: Ack! Sorry for the wait. BIC: Malvin looked over at the newest member of there own little herd that seemed to be growing by the minute. He was a little bother by it but hadn’t he done the same thing. Maybe he should learn to relax and enjoy talking to other who do what they were doing. Malvin nodded agreeing with the herder about Daneyrian being kept in herds and in the open. To have one as a pet wouldn’t work well at all. It was improper. Well he could go on for hours about of plains animals could be raised but that didn’t matter at the moment. <span style='color:brown'>“Yes finding somewhere to settle is some times difficult. But I’m sure if you look around Swaraj there would be a few willing to loan you some bran space for the winter."</span> Then brown eyes fell upon the one who had made the grass. Now as she sat there a flower grew, He was not much of a magical being but he did know magic when he saw it. Hmmm, if she could grow plants or grass when ever she wanted it would be quite helpful on a farm. Had a bad season need some more hay, just grow some right in front of there faces. But then again in some way it was cheating. And some one was bound to miss a little white noitie pendragon. He picked up a stick that was a little distance away from him and poked at the fire moving some logs around hoping to spread out the heat a little more for there growing group and the Daneyrian.
<span style='color:gray'> ooc| Sorry again for the wait, folks! ^^; ic| Nodding silently to the newcoming stranger, the darkened male gazes silently into the dancing embers once more, still stroking the soft fur of the tiny blue Daneyrian that was now attempting to hop completely into ebony lap - back legs and all. Grinning gently, feeling the scraping back hooves of the small critter against his leg, the large male stretches out an arm, scooping the small blue blur up into his lap. When there, it curls up, settling to sleep with the warmth of the fire. All the while, one ear of the nomadic hearder rests in an upright position, listening to the other farmer as he speaks. "Mmm.. I suppose I should start asking around.. It's a long shot, but I don't suppose you'd have any room available on your plot of farmland? I should like to view some of your heards, anyway.." Mis-matched gaze lifts from the flames, to look at the other male, a questioning look filling his muzzle. Of course, he would not be offened if the other refused - he wasn't one to generally dwell on the land of others. But, this other farmer may be able to educate him a little further to other Mammillian Fauna - just as he had done with his Daneyrian. "By the way, I'm Benvolio. Benvolio Autumn." ..He felt it was about the righttime to introduce himself - especially seeing as he had asked to borrow a small plot of land for a few weeks or so..</span>
Suffer had, until then, been quite out of the conversation...She had been staring at the flower, Dylpamgasul, and pondering it's very existance. However, something made her turn and look at the brown male...The words he spoke were not so much what made her turn, but she did not understand the vibe she was getting from him...something in his thoughts that made her weary...She gave him a questioning look, and opened her mouth to speak for the first time to the entire group... But at that moment a bright flash lit up the area, which had grown increasingly dark and was now nearly so dark that you could see several feet in front of you, save around the fire. The flash made the dialated eyes instinctly shut for a moment, and a loud crash of thunder was heard. Although the thunder was quite loud, it wasn't what was so startling. The ground trembled below her a bit...and the tree leaves above her shifted a bit, a some water spilled in droplets around the area a bit...not enough to cause a sopping mess, but rather a few scarce droplets that landed in various places. Suffer looked up, quite startled...she had moved quickly and remembered the bruised rib that she had before quite suddenly...until then, she hadn't moved much and nearly forgot about it. But the jump caused a sharp pain in her side that stung. Such an inconvenince...however, it seemed the storm was closer now and perhaps right above them...it seemed to get colder as Benvolio had predicted...Benvolio was his name...Had he needed a name? He had been the nameless herder until then, like a manifestation of some beautiful, long past creature. But he WAS...now he had a name. And the pup looked in his direction with a soft gaze, as she had not done before. And the look was sad.
Phoenix. Remember? You called me that once. Phoenix. Like I would be re-born. You were always so naive. Akiva had closed her eyes for a brief flash of time. The hourglass was turning. It was autumn, and autumn meant rain, absent and frequent drops of liquid - rain, a Goddess, sadness, tearing through the sunshine, but had rain been of an evil nature? Their orange and brown canopy had become a shelter, a red one, but not blood-red as her immediate thoughts would have tricked her into believing. Rain was pounding in a steady rhythm onto the faltering trees which made for a roof. And the trees, so easy it would be for them to bend and forgo, but they stood, and they had to bear. Duty. She felt a sudden pressure on her, an immense weight rolling and rippling through her shoulders. Her green eyes opened again, and were fixed upon the clash of thunder looping through the hillsides and forests of the lakeside. In the brightness of it all, she held herself, and her eyes remained seemingly lidless and opened. Her tail rasped against the soft, slightly wet ground, lapping at it in pounding motions. Thunder again, a bright noise. Noise. Nature's way of making a peremptory veto against their... gathering, was it? She shook her head mildly, and gathered her cerulean cloak around her more tightly. A gathering, though? Did they know each other so well? The white-furred pup was looking with such sadness at the male... Ben...vo- Benvolio, and though she picked up so little from other females, she did understand. Very little, but intuition, she had to tell herself, intuition can be everything. Names had been exchanged if nearly all around, and the farmer and Benvolio were chatting on a friendly basis, but her... her and the pup, what of them? A worried tone hit one void chamber of her mind, now standing out and protruding. She gradually opened her mouth and heard herself speak in a soft tone, to the pup. Infinite concern that she saw in her own eyes... from the outside. "Are you hurt, child?" She smiled faintly, if only to state the obvious further, and weigh her own words with physical movement. The hourglass turned again, and she blinked her eyes once.
Melvin thought, quit quickly really, he wasn’t sure what he should tell Benvolio. Or if he should lend him part of his land. Yes, he had brought it up and his new herd wouldn’t be in for a few months yet. Maybe he should wait till after the sown for them. Yes, it would cost less for the moving of them in the cold. But would he still want land after he herd his name. Well maybe he didn’t follow politics. Then he might recognizes the name from the many places he supported. He then looked down at the little white pup, who for some reason was looking at him. When she went to speak but was stopped but the shake that was easily felt he pondered what she might have said. Himself, he had jumped to his feet at the shaking. Not that he was to sturdy on his feet. He went down on one nee for a few seconds, which was enough to spoke though his brown fur and cause him to feel cold again. As the shaking stopped he retook his place on the log. Brushing what he could from his legs. Trying to clean himself, disappointed that he could only do so much. Hoping that whatever had just happen was over he finally he spoke. <span style='color:brown'>“My name is Malvin Jethro. Owner of Ager Rishbu Farm, and a few other things."</span> He smiled. He was so proud of his farm and stock. He felt as he had made a great life for himself. All he had to do was be careful, and hold his spot in life. Like anyone could take away his place of power. <span style='color:brown'>“Now that I think about it. I might have an extra piece of field and barn for warmth. Feel free to stop in when you are ready to call it a season."</span> He once again wasn’t playing much attention to the females. OOC:The irony in it all is that he will lose his place of power. So feel free to laugh at him. *walks away snickering* To the post below: Oh it’s just that he is on the council of twelve and he feels safe there. But then he get replaced/fired :P
<span style='color:gray'> ooc| My God. I'm SO sorry for the lateness of this. Exams have been crushing me.. ;____; I know this is a little short - and I apologise once more to you all for that. Plus, it IS me - just a change of user name. I'm Odi now. ^_______^; ic| Feeling the sad gaze of the young white female upon him, Benvolio shifted his weight ever so slightly. He was not to know that her sadness derived from him speaking his name - and if he knew such a thing were to upset the child, he would've remained the nameless hearder. Hearing Malvin's kind reply with an offer of a plot of land, a small smile couldn't help but crawl across jet black lips. Lowering a large black hand, masculine digits scratched the head of the Daneyrian runt in his lap. Aware that something good must've happened, the tiny blue creatures stumpy tail began to wag as best it could with pleasure. "Thank you, Malvin. Perhaps when the rain ceases, you can show me the way to your plot of land?" </span>
Malvin raised his front paw to scratch his chin, thinking. Yes, it could work out well. It might turn a few heads towards his farm because he didn’t often share his land. And if they saw the blue Daneyrian that might attract some more buyers. Sure not much sales where made in the winters months, but either way it had a good side to it. At Benvolio words about the rain Malvin turned his brown head towards the tree tops. <span style='color:brown'>“Yes, the rain has proven to be a bit of a bother, but it will be good for the land. And yes, I’ll take you back to my land. Let you have a look around."</span> Her then glanced around making sure that he remember which direction he had come from. He had lived here all his life and it would be quite embarrassing to get lost on his way home. It sure would give his workers a good laugh. But no, he soon remember the path he came from. He was about a hour or two out from here. The wet ground might slow them down but they should be able to make good time. <span style='color:brown'>“So, how long, if you don’t mind me asking, have you been in the herding business?"</span> He wanted to keep the conversation going, not being a fan of silence really. He also wanted to make sure that Benvolio had some back ground experience. But by the looks of things it didn’t look like he had anything to worry about. He had 8 Daneyrian for goodness sakes! He must know what he's doing.
<span style='color:gray'> Mis-matched gaze ever present and shifting from each small ceruclean member of his herd, Benvolio's lips parted in speech. Although he rarely looked to the other, it was clear that he too was not really a fan of the silence, when other's were present. Even in cases when he was the only 'dragon arond for miles, the charcoal black male would be sure to keep up the conversation. Not with himself, but with his nattering, barking blue children of Ramath. "Hmm.. Let's see. It must be about, nine years or so, now. Yes, that's right. I left home at the age of ten, and soon stumbled across this lot." Without lifting his gaze, Benvolio jerked a thumb towards the small cluster of the seven blue critters - number eight still snuggled awkwardly in large, black lap. A small grin crept over ebony features, for reasons unknown.</span>
Pitching her soft ears forward, the pup listens lightly to the conversation...It was not that she wished to eavesdrop, but rather was consumed by the melodic tones of the storm outside. The voices were low and masculine, comforting in their protective quality, but the stern, yet gentle flucuations of the herder and the farmer. Her gaze was soft and sad, and she began to adore the herder, Benvolio, as one had never loved another before. It was peculiar, in such a way, because it was not a school girl's crush, or a sisterly love. She simply loved him, because he was there to love. And she glowed... The rich colour of her eyes seemed to change, as she looked at each Daneyrian. The eyes seemed to change as she eyed each one, matching the colour of their unusual pelts...Her eyes had an odd way of doing such things. She radiated a happiness, a comfort, that one could almost grasp...but simply could not reach it.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>GibsonHummingbird, I might have read your last post wrong, but if I didn't - and you are in actual fact changing the colours of Benvolio's Daneyrian, then I'm going to have to ask you to perhaps edit your post. Changing my character's without permission is 'powerplaying'. I'd rather you did nothing to them. Thanks. :)</td></tr></table>
Malvin nodded at the herders words. Nine years was quite a bit of experience, but if he left home at the age of ten then that made he only around nineteen. That was around the age that he himself, had started to plan to take over the farm. So yes it should be a fine age to work at, seemed responsible. But really it was he last statement that made his ears jump up. <span style='color:brown'>“You mean you just found your Daneyrian lying around!?"</span> He raised one eye brow in surprise. To fine then and then make then practically domestic, since they followed he around like pets. Well maybe he didn’t find them, he might have gotten them in a trade or something. A bang of thunder then filled up there small area, soon followed by a flash of lightning that brighten up everything in their little clearing. He took a quite glance at the tree line at the other end of the little field, since he was no able to see that far when the lightning faded away. It seemed that now the storm was almost right over top of them, either that or it might already be starting to move on. Maybe within the hour or less it might pass over.
THe pup started a bit at the sound of the thunder, and she winced. The colour of her pelt contrasted heavily with the darkness that enevloped them...her eyes regained their rich, deep blue, as they normally were, and she brought her gaze away from the creatures The conversation was light, she could hear the farmer talking about the animals, and a piece of land. She gave him a long look. It would probably be quite unnerving if he had seen her, but she seemed to be angled in a position where he was not likely to look as he seemed thoroughly absorbed in this dialog. She analyzed his appearance. It was humble, his fur was of earthy tones. She began to like him, as well. She did not speak, though, and quickly looked away in case he turned to look at her.
