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~Twilight...Angel~ generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
77!
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 Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 11:40 am
Dasher sighed as the thread broke under the strain of the pinecones and the tight knots he had to put in them. He was, however, very determined to get those pinecones on there. His wreath wouldn't be as great in his eyes without the beautiful pinecones. And they went with the evergreen boughs perfectly.
As he repositioned himself the get a better look at the table, looking for a stronger thread, his bells jingled a bit more.
Looking around and pricking his ears up, he was hoping that he wasn't disturbing anyone else. As he looked around, no one else seemed to care or notice, so he let out a sigh of relief and continued to look around the table.
Dasher finally found what he thought was a stronger thread. He tested it by taking a small piece and tying a good knot. It seemed to hold, so he started trying to attach his pinecones to the wreath again, hopefully with more success this time. Or he would have to resort to using the thicker twine instead.
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~Twilight...Angel~ generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
15!
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:20 pm
Dasher was more than excited that the slightly thicker thread worked to hold onto his pinecones. This time he couldn't help but to jump up excitedly. He felt like he had defeated those pinecones, though he didn't do it very swiftly, a defeat none the less. His tail swished excitedly as he looked at his wreath with wonder. He loved how natural and green it looked. But he had to add something to give it a... Special touch. Something that would pull it all together. Maybe a nice blue color... Or more red and green!
Then he eyes landed on it. The prettiest ribbon he had ever seen. And he had seen a lot of different ribbons. The ribbon was a beautiful silver color, seeming to reflect gold in the light. He adored that ribbon and knew it would be the perfect finishing touch to his wreath.
As he picked up the ribbon, it felt silky to the touch. He caressed it a bit, enjoying the fabric feeling of silk in his hands. Smiling, he started to gather up the ribbon in a beautiful bow. Tying it all together and adding some little silver bells in the middle. Smiling at his handiwork and taking some thin wire, he started to try and attach the bow to the bottom of the wreath.
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~Twilight...Angel~ generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
19!
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:29 pm
Dasher nearly cried as he lifted his wreath up and the lovely ribbon now fell off. He hung his head for a second before picking the bow back up again. He wasn't going to let the ribbon falling off get him down! He wanted that ribbon on there and nothing was going to stop him from getting it on there!
He picked up some extra pieces of wire, figuring the more areas he held it together at, the better his chance at success was. He sat back down and started his work anew. Placing the wire strategically in the bow and on the boughs of the wreath itself.
If this new plan didn't work, Dasher was at a loss of what to try next.
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~Twilight...Angel~ generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
22!
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:38 pm
Dasher couldn't believe it! It still wasn't staying on! He decided that it must be something with this piece of the ribbon itself. He took all the bits of wire off and out of the ribbon, not wanting anyone to get hurt on them.
"Maybe someone else will have better luck with this particular bow..."
He muttered to himself as he reached for more of the same ribbon. Expertly making a bow that was slightly bigger and tighter together than the first bow. He didn't want this new one to fail him as the first one had, so he knew he had to make the best bow he had ever been shown.
Dasher's fingers moved over the bough and ribbon, attaching the small wire anyplace he thought wouldn't look terrible, or poke someone should they handle his wreath.
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~Twilight...Angel~ generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
81!
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:52 pm
Dasher's mouth gaped open. He couldn't believe that it still hadn't stayed on the wreath. He looked around, deciding what he should try next. He looked at the thin thread.
"Maybe if I get some of this on it, it will decide to stay on there better..."
With that, he quickly took a good length of the thread. Wrapping and getting several good knots in there, making all of them invisible. Figuring that if just the wire wouldn't work, adding something else to it would simply HAVE to work. He wanted to make this one of the best wreaths he ever made. And he certainly put enough effort into doing it.
He looked at his wreath again. Hoping that this time, it would stay.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 4:17 pm
Citrine hues followed Amadi’s hands, each movement that the tan colored mare made Levant tremble with jubilate rapture. There was something about the holidays that always stirred up powerful emotions within the countess’ chest, the year prior she had held a private party for just her and the servants in her manor; there had been no desire to be social however now she had Amadi the urge to flaunt her in public was far too strong for her to resist the temptation. Reaching out with the tips of her fingers Levant brushed her digits at Amadi’s soft, extra padded hip then up her side to her shoulder as she watched her search through the jumble of knickknacks cluttering the wooden countertop.
“You’re never going to get anything to stick just tying it on, maybe there is a needled that we can use to thread it through more securely.” The comment though laced with what some could read as patronizing was actually nothing of the sort and her lackluster eyes reflexed that. Leaning down with a scrutinizing gaze Levant studied the items on the table before making a move to collect the perfect spool of thread and a slender willowy needle that rested at the bottom of one of the several bowls. Extending the instrument for her lover to take the short-haired stallionesque female straightened to her full height then tugged the shorter female roughly against her as she saw a male approach the wreath station. Grunting some Levant narrowed her glistening yellow orbs and sighed dejectedly at the unknown mearas presents, who was he to approach the pair while they were making merry, who did he honestly think he was? Cranking her head towards the figure in order to cast a harsh glare in his direction instantly caused the toned laegil to do a double take.
“A reindeer!” She gawked and literally squealed with girlish glee. “Are you one of The First Star’s sleigh bearers?” Levant inquired in a pitched that wavered with pure astonishment as she stared slag jawed at the male who was fumbling with a pretty ribbon. “Amadi look, a reindeer, isn’t that exciting? Tell me, is the Yule-Son going to be attending the party as well this year?”
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 8:55 pm
Dasher took a good look at his wreath. Shook it around a bit. None of the ornaments fell off this time, including his bow! He was so excited and happy again admiring his wonderful handiwork. He enjoyed the way it looked.
Very pleased with himself, he hung his wreath onto his antler for safe keeping. He didn't want to end up losing it. Not with how long it took to get it perfect. And he thought it made a decent ornament for his antlers.
As he started to walk back towards where the other two Mearh were at the wreath station, he heard a squeal. Startled by it a little, he stared at the mare who had squealed. He walked a bit further as she started hurling questions at him. Dasher nodded a bit at her her first question.
"Yes I am actually. I'm Dasher himself. One of the eight Lossen of The Son Yule."
He shifted his weight a bit, puffing his chest out a little bit, the tuft of his fur fluffing a bit more.
"The Son of Yule... I'm not sure if he will show up. It's a busy time right now. I personally don't think he will at all."
Dasher looked at the mare carefully, ready to try and answer any other questions she might have. He believed that as one of the head of the team, he was rather qualified to answer them. The only person more qualified than himself, was The Son of Yule.
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Dooma rolled 1 100-sided dice:
76
Total: 76 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 10:52 pm
Amadi smiled loving the whole creative process and doing so even more that Levant seemed to be willing and wanting to help her. She knew knowing of how the countess had handled the holidays before. Even though the Yule season was a loving bright one Amadi had never spent it in such a manner. She often spent it alone just enjoying the beauty of the season. She felt her cheeks darken as she felt the calloused long fingers press along her hip. And she looked down at the table as the same hand slid up along her side and to her shoulder.
"Oh? Well I am just trying to get where they should look good. But I am not sure what would be good for holding it." She said and then watched as the masculine but graceful mare pulled out some thread and a needle. "OH maybe that will work." she said softly and just as she was about to take a hold needle and thread she was suddenly tugged closer to her mistress in a rough enough manner that is brought as startled yelp from her. She looked around to see what it was that had spooked her mistress. Her ears lowered a bit as she saw a tall stallion with an enormous rack.
The almost child like tone to her mistress' voice brought her duel colored eyes up to see the brighten face. Levant looked so excited and filled with wonder. As she hear the stallion speaking again she turned to him. Dasher? Everyone knew of the Lossen who drove The Son Yule's sleigh. That was amazing. "Oh wow you are one of the eight? That is truly amazing. Do you think the others will join if the Son Yule can not?" She did hope so after all it seemed to bring so much foal like wonder and joy to her mistress. A sight she wanted so badly to see more of.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:57 am
The tower was not a place that the chocolate colored Leagil dancer often came. In fact he would rather not come near the place that had caused his best friend so much pain and could grant his biggest fear. But Ailill and two of his children had invited them to come with them to the festival. He had it set in his mind though that he would not eat or drink anything wail at the tower. Nor would he sample any thing that was brought back from the tower. It could be said that Gavril might be a bit paranoid.
But he made his way to the tower with three small gifts anyway. Each one was wrapped and he planned on placing them under the tree for Ailill and his children. He had got them on his last work trip. He had planned on giving it to them before hand but he had not had the time so instead he had wrapped the gifts and wail waiting for his friend and his friend's family he placed the labeled gifts under the large tree and waited.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 1:39 am
Even though his children were fully grown now. Ailill did want to spend a bit of the holidays with his children. Braven had turned out to be a kind and gentle hearted stallion, which pleased Ailill greatly, but the one thing that did bother him was that his son was too gentle perhaps. He didn't want Braven to end up hurt. Nilima, his youngest daughter, was a bit more spirited and had taken the biggest shine to his dear friend Gavril. However, just like Braven he did worry for his daughter. She had some anger issues at times, though luckily most of her outbursts had some merit. The one thing that disappointed him was that Talia was not likely to attend. His eldest daughter raised by Thing Two, had become a bit of a wild one. Upon arriving at the Tower, Ailill did give a bit of a shiver, knowing that this was the place that Thing Two had acquired the fated potion. He did not, however, hold a grudge against the owner of the Tower, hoping that she did not know what the dam of his children had been up to. So he merely entered a bit cautiously and moved to the tree to set down a few presents for his children and Gavril. He had picked them up at the market shortly before Gavril's return as a small token of his affection for the mearh most in his life. He smiled as he noticed the familiar chocolate hide of Gavril and straightened walking over to his friend. "I'm glad that you decided to come. How was your trip?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 3:52 am
Like a moth to the ever-seductive flame, Christmas Carol couldn't help but be drawn to the winter festivities, even though they gave her such a complex mixture of happiness and sorrow. The snow made a perfect blanket of white, stirring in tiny puffs with her passing, her wings barely flapping in the breeze as she walked. The sounds of merry-making reached her ears before she sighted the first of the decorations; a massive tree festooned with colorful decorations and standing proudly beside a tall tower, where the happy sounds were issuing forth from windows that spilled cheerful light onto the drifts of snow.
Walking up slowly to the large doors, she reached out her hand and pushed, smiling slightly at how easily it opened. Inside she could see at least two Mearh at a table with all sorts of colorful items for decorating wreaths. Her eyes widened as they came to rest on one who's antlers rose majestically out of the crown of his hair like mighty trees; she had never seen a reindeer before! Walking quietly past the wreath-making table, she spied another table where sheet music was laid out, ready for anyone to pick it up and start in. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked around hopefully, but so far nobody seemed interested in taking up a song, and she was far too shy to sing by herself. Deciding to simply wait until more came along, Carol took a few small steps back from the table and settled down to wait, her eyes slowly moving about from decoration to decoration.
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Alamoraine generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
80!
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 4:15 am
Oh what fun! Dancer smiled to himself and tried to set a more leisurely pace as he approached the tower. He had overheard of this festive holiday gathering, and once training was finished for the day, he couldn't wait to join in. This was what he looked forward to every single year: the sharing of good fellowship and gathering together to simply enjoy the winter season. He considered himself lucky to have the Yuletide be such a big part of his life. He couldn't imagine anyone ever liking it less or ceasing to celebrate it altogether. That would be a sad day indeed for any Mearh!
But tonight was not the place for sad thoughts. Dancer was taking in the tree outside, admiring the beautiful baubles, when his lavender eyes caught sight of something, or rather several somethings, propped up against the side of the tower. Sleds! His eyes lit up as he made for them, his long stride leaving deep hoof prints in the fresh powder. He was lean and strong from pulling sleds, but what a treat it would be to ride one for a change! With a practiced eye, he selected one that had a similar shape to a toboggan, painted cheerfully with pictures of bright-berried holly. Setting it down in front of him, Dancer backed up and then rushed toward the sled, landing lightly upon it and starting the momentum to begin flying down the hill.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 4:50 am
There was ever a festive jingling sound when Prancer walked around from place to place due to the bouncy way that he carried himself coupled with the many jingle bells on the harness he was wore. Upon hearing about the Yule Party he had been quick to make his way to the gathering, his heart racing in delight. How he loved such parties! Wanting to bring his own little touch to the gathering the brunette had gone into his different green houses, gathering up plants here and there of the various varieties that he'd spent his own time growing. In the hands of the Ista Anann Lossen were various small pots with the different plants in them, most different colored poinsettias and Christmas cactus, both of which were in bloom at the moment, as well as some mistletoe that was hanging off of his large antlers. All of it was meant to be shared as Prancer enjoyed nothing more then to give the flowers he raised to those that would love them as much as the reindeer himself did and how he loved such plants. His favorites those that fit with the holiday that he and the others like him were a part of, but they weren't the only things that Prancer raised, they were just the ones that fit with the setting, "O-Oh I hope t-that everyone l-likes them." Prancer murmured to himself as he bounced along toward the tower where the party was being held, his ears flicking forward and back as he went.
As he trotted along, careful not to allow any of the plants he was carrying in his hands to fall, he found himself searching the crowd with his dark blue eyes. He couldn't helo but to wonder if any of his fellow Anann Lossen would be present today. There were many of them in the group, but given the busy time of the year it was possible that they might not have been able to make it. How he hoped that some of them were here, he was a bit on the shy side when it came to facing crowds on his own, it was something that made his natural stutter get worse, at times making it difficult for him to finish his sentences. Having a fellow reindeer around though always helped, it gave him someone to stand beside, or preferably behind, who could act as a buffer for him. It took him but a moment to spot one of his fellow deer, the antlers easy to pick out in a crowd given their height, and he couldn't help but to sigh in relief, "O-Oh... good." He breathed, tail swishing a little when he spotted Dasher. He was so relieved to see that he was here and meant to go over to him as soon as possible, first though he sought out a nice place that he could put the various plants where they would be warm and protected from the elements until he could find new homes for them all.
The best place it would seem was inside the tower itself, it was warmer inside then outside, there were some tables where he could set up the festive plants, and once that was taken care of he drifted toward Dasher. As he did so he couldn't help but to admire him, always seeming to be brimming with such confidence. To be like him, it was all all of the Anann Lossen should strive for he thought to himself as he jingled forward to close the gap between himself, the other reindeer, and those he was chatting with, the mistletoe hanging from his antlers forgotten at the moment as he'd grown used to the weight and scent of the plants a while ago. Midway to Dasher something else caught his eye, the rapidly moving Dancer, who had seemed to have found himself a sled, "O-Oh my..." He was moving quite fast, wasn't he? It looked like fun though, so long as the brightly colored reindeer was careful at least.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:23 am
Dasher himself was standing right in front of her placing a newly finished wreath onto his glorious rigid antlers. Grinning brightly Levant coiled against the smaller mare beside her and drew her against her body yet again, snuggling against her shoulder and placing a kiss upon the plush tan coat. “I figured as much Master Dasher,” respectfully retorted the countess in a silken tenor as she addressed the lossen. “Terribly sorry to have bothered you then, you are probably just as busy today as well.” Giving a bit of a nod Levant then offered a smiled and silently mouthed ‘it’s a pleasure’ while she turned Amadi back towards the table where their wreath awaited them.
“I want to try and make one of my own or maybe--- maybe you and I can get some hot cocoa for us and we can go outside and go sledding. Would you like that, my love?” Levant purred softly while she nuzzled against the side of the Amadi’s jaw then pushed her snout into the cuff of the younger female’s ear. The scent that radiated from the smaller laegil was intoxicating and held sweetness to it; surely she had been using the provided honey and milk cleansing balm for her mane, always such an obedient pet. Throwing a glance back towards the reindeer the fanged equine couldn’t help beaming once more, never in her entire life had she thought she would actually get the privilege to meet one of the eight sleigh bearers honestly she couldn’t wrap her mind around it, if she were the sort of female that fancied that sort of thing Dasher would have definitely of caught her eye; she did ever so much adore a large rack. Not often did she get to say that about a male though. Burrowing into the crook of Amadi’s neck Levant cooed in that soft foreign voice that was all too new to her lover’s ears then affectionately nipped at the air making her teeth clack threateningly. “You should mingle a little bit after we go sledding, I can’t hog you all night. Make no mistake though if I catch anyone making eyes at you the only gift they will be receiving will be my fist.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 9:57 am
Dasher looked at the smaller mare and smiled.
"I'm sure that, if they can, some of the other Eight might show. We don't get to see much of the parties people have, this being the time when we are most busy. But I am enjoying this place so far."
Dasher looked at the larger mare and nodded.
"You ladies enjoy yourselves then. I'll have to see if I can find some of the others."
He took his leave of the mares, letting them have their time. As he started to walk away, he spotted Dancer run past him, he only slightly wondered what Dancer was doing. He only hoped he wouldn't hurt himself. Not with the time to leave fast approaching.
Dasher walked a little further and spotted Prancer, who looked like a nervous wreak as far as he could tell. He certainly didn't want Prancer to end up hurting himself or anything. He noticed that Prancer was slowly making his way toward him though, which made Dasher feel a bit better. Prancer always did better when he was around other Lossen.
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