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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 9:59 am
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Soren meandered through the portal, orange eyes looking around, as he started to move through clan grounds. There was an interesting flower in front of him, so he stepped on it and just kept going. He had no real desire to do anything, maybe he should just take a nap. Laze through the rest of the day. He caught sight of someone from Conquest, and that made up his mind. He had practically left Lan earlier, so he should go apologize! Yes, just seek someone out to apologize for something he did in the past? Sounded good to him.
He got distracted from what he was trying to do a few times, stopping to step on a few flowers here and there, and by people as well. Everyone he came across got a smile, and not only a hello but a "how are you today?" as well. He waved and cockily strutted about.
Now then, where was Lan? Ah there she was! Suddenly he was overcome with fear and doubt. What if she didn't want to talk to him? He couldn't just go up to a noble and talk to her like an equal could he? Whatever nobles were they were supposed to be important, and he was just a guardian. Anyone who saw him at that moment would have seen a pout cross the guardian's face.
Oh well, he had a lot to say to her! "Lan~! Lady Lan~!" The voice that poured from him was still deep, a bit rough around the edges. But it was so happy as well, if slightly uncertain as he moved toward her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 1:57 pm
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On does not simply strut about the horsemen camp.
Not unless they were from conquest at least.
After the rather angry exit from the human word, Lan had sequestered herself in a small, rather nice area, to 'learning to sew'. Her learning was slow, but then she had only tied to start to learn a week before. And if asked, she would only say she was learning as it was a necessity. While yes she can go send it off to someone else to fix, it was a skill she needed like many other horsemen and women.
She was not prepared.
The voice that called out her name was in a tone she was quite sure didn't exist. She was also quite sure that it couldn't be the same person because while she looked and saw his general shape, he was awkwardly colored, and he looked happy.
The Soren she was familiar with, did not express happiness in such a manner. Staring at him, she gave a slow nod, paling at the sight of blood dripping down from him. "....Soren?" She mad it a question. Mostly, as she really couldn't believe it to be the same horsemen who had just recently been on a task with her to harvest FEAR.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 2:05 pm
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Oh look, she had said his name. That was all the encouragement he needed. He drew nearer, noticing that she was working on something. He sat in front of her as if absolutely nothing was wrong, cross-legged, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward to stare down at the cloth. "What are you working on? It looks pretty, just like you do! Did you make that yourself?" It seemed like he was plagued with being easily distracted, and he was mentally jumping from one thing to the next, unable to just slow down and focus on one thing.
"Oh right! I came here to apologize to you! I'm really, really sorry I was so abrupt with you earlier Lady Lan. I was just trying to get back soon to go get revenge," that hum in the back of his mind was still there, but just as unfocused as he was. "But instead I just went to go fight with some hunter filly and now I'm back! So I wanted to find you first of all and apologize, it seemed like the most important thing to do. Are you mad at me?" When it rained, it poured, and Soren could not stop talking now that he had started.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 6:35 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 7:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 8:14 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 8:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:26 pm
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At least he admit it. Soren looked bad, even if she got past the colors aside. The colors began to fade from him, but there wasn't much noticed in that way as he promptly passed out into her lap.
She'd be mad about the blood on her dress later. At the moment Lan was frozen in place, trying to think of a way to get him to a healer.
She'd be mad about the dress later. Scooting from under him, she waved down a passing colony soldier, demanding that they assist her in getting him to a healer. And no, that did not mean an alchemist.
It was difficult to lift him up, the fact she was short not helping. The soldier gave her a look and she let the one trained to carry people do it. Still, she followed and made sure the horseman would be taken care of. She couldn't help feel somewhat responsible for his condition. She would wait for him to regain his sense, apologize, and they would move on. Simple right?
She was still reeling from the pretty compliment he'd give her.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 12:11 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 5:21 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 6:04 pm
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Soren knew he needed to stay on his stomach but the position left him exposed, buttocks in the air and with no fur to cover the shape of them through his pants. But the longer he stayed like this, the longer that he admitted he needed a**isstance, just made him feel worse. Like a helpless butterfly caught in a net. At this rate he would rather just be a**immilated into a herd than lie here so exposed. He could turn the other cheek, but then he would facing away from her, admitting weakness. But like this his hair was falling across his cheek, maybe he needed to put it in a braid, they had always worked better than buns.
"Offense?" slowly he formulated his rebuttal. "You were an a**et," and there was nothing cheeky about it. The flying buttress that had supported their mission. He had not thought that they had butted heads.
His actions could easily have been the butt of many jokes. They had started off with her in the lead, him bringing up the rear, the posterior position and then he had just done something reckless and lost control of himself.
He wanted to protest more, but he buttoned his lip, a softly rumbled "thank you." He felt like a bum, then the realization that he no longer felt full of fear hit him. Had he lost his booty as well? He raised his forearm as if to block the light, but mainly to just hide his face. He really needed to rearrange his priorities and get them straight.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 6:44 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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