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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 11:56 pm
 hope you packed your canteens
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 12:17 am
For once in his life, Amonee Brycer thought he might finally understand what the sun was like to other trolls. He'd been out all day in the scorching heat wandering the desert in search of things to paint. Back home on Busthind, it wasn't nearly this uncomfortable! The jadeblood sat on a worn down rock with a dizzy headache. He hadn't packed nearly enough water for this escapade and he could see Unicroak struggling to deal with the hot sandy environment. She preferred to be cool and damp ideally which meant she was really unhappy here.
The lights of Chittentown began to twinkle into existence as the sun sank below the horizon. He'd taken the train there originally and wandered the outskirts of town until now. It was time to return to civilization and ideally, go home. But first he needed to get something to eat and drink, his body was begging him! A humble clay building stood before him and the painter knocked on the doors. Hopefully the resident would be willing to help him!
"Please- is anyone home? I need help..." The saloon doors swung as he touched them but Amonee was too well-mannered to barge in without permission. His eyes peered for a look inside to see who might live here! Oh Gog, he hoped they were home...
tenaciousgadabout Sorry this took so long for me to make! I hope it's okay that Amonee is bothering Buffel at home! They can go on an adventure or hang out and talk, I don't mind whatever we do! : 3
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 10:41 pm
The sudden light from the saloon doors movement stirred Buffel. He was confused, as he was home, and The Spirit was home, and he hadn’t really had a guest before. Lurching up from the floor, he brushed off some of the ash the wind had blown on him from the spit in the center of the room. The night previous the fire had been burning brightly for their dinner. He looked over to The Spirit. Soot clung to the his fur as well. Buffel gave him a gentle brushing so as not to wake him. Best to let sleeping howlbeasts lie, especially this one. Were he awake, Spirit might not take too kindly to strangers. Usually he was a reasonable sort, but he got territorial somethin’ awful when it came to his hive and his charge. Thinking it best not to leave the mystery guest waiting, he left their sleeping hovel for the main room. Who could be at the door now? He inspected state of his hive. Not really the place for hosting, he thought. A broom sat in the corner, but there wasn’t much a time to clean up now. Cuttin’ his losses, Buffel strode up to the saloon door and opened ‘em wide. Standing before him was an apparent greenblood with long billowing hair. He looked positively parched, as did his lusus. Buffel straightened himself up and opened the doors to his abode graciously. “Well howdy friends! What can I do ya for today?”Yamashii Tag! And this is good, it gives me a chance to flesh of Buff's hive since I've never really given it too much thought! Where they go from here is still up in the air!
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2016 2:42 am
His luck hadn't failed him, thank the goodness in Alternia! A startled but friendly troll opened the doors wide and greeted him with a gracious 'howdy'. Buffel looked pretty calm about the intrusion and the jadeblood felt better about knocking at such an hour. Amonee brightened at the warm reception and stepped inside, yelping in surprise when the swinging saloon doors bumped him in all the way. What a peculiar type of door. But it certainly looked interesting.
"Unicroak and I ran out of water, would you mind giving us some? I'll pay you back, I promise." It would be incredibly rude (not to mention foolish) to expect the yellowblood to just plain hand over something that was his without getting anything in return. The painter believed that most trolls liked to help or be useful but it wasn't uncommon for them to demand compensation later. That was fine with him, Amonee didn't mind.
Looking around the slightly messy hive, he wondered if perhaps he ought to give him something to pretty the fireplace up. A frame hanging above it with a beautiful sunset perhaps. Or maybe a still of flowers!
"Oh, I'm Amonee by the way. Professional painter, amateur explorer. I live on Busthind so the heat here is killing me!"
tenaciousgadabout I've recovered from Bloodfest! Huzzah! So sorry about the wait. : 3
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2016 5:53 pm
Buffel stepped aside, allowing the jadeblood entrance into his hive. Thick blanket-like cloths hung over the windows, leaving the room fairly dark. On the walls were various oil lamps. Only a portable one on a table near the wall was actually lit. Walking into the back roomed, he set about pouring some water for them, yelling over his shoulder as he did. ”Oh, I ain’t much for tippery when I’m not under contract, I’m just happy to help!””He returned to the room with some water. Handing it to the welcoming hands of the parched pair, he stepped back and looked into the room he was sleeping in previously. The Spirit was still sound asleep it seemed. ”A painter and an explorer huh? I’d love to get up to an adventure some time! Sorry about the mess, seems the place is more hovel than hive lately. What brings you two all the way from Busthind?”Yamashii No worries, I'm happy everyone's getting back into the swing of posting right when I am!
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 5:44 pm
The room was darker than he'd expected but cozy in its own rustic way. Buffel's sense of decorating did not exactly match up with the painter's own love of elegant drapes and flowers but he appreciated the collection of oil lamps. They were quite beautiful and he wondered if the other boy relied solely on flames for light. How romantic!
"I came in search of a cactus!" Amonee's eyes lit up at the topic and he seemed really enthusiastic about it. "My friends and I have never seen one in person before and I wanted to paint it but then I thought maybe I could find a way to take a little one home with me!" The thought that the plant might not enjoy the colder harsher climate of the mountains did not cross the jadeblood's mind. He only thought how wonderful it would be to have a small cactus in his hive like some sort of bonsai tree. Was it possible?
"Oops, I got carried away. You mentioned a contract. What do you use those for?" He tried to look the yellowblood over for clues as to his hobbies but Amonee was stumped. Was he some kind of tour guide? Or maybe a volunteer fire-fighter? Heck, Buffel might even be a pet-sitter! The painter listened eagerly, always happy to meet new trolls and make new friends. Learning something new about someone always felt like sharing some kind of special secret and he loved that feeling.tenaciousgadabout A thousand apologies for the lateness... ; m;
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 9:18 pm
Buffel smiled. He’d not met many who were so ill-acquainted with the deserts. He relished showing newcomers the ights for the first time, seeing the wonder in their eyes that he still felt. At the question of his contract, Buffel beamed. ”Oh, o’ course! Contracts are mostly security jobs or some animal that needs a good wrasslin’.” As he explained he lifted his sarape, patting is gun lovingly. ”The ol’ six-iron here is for the big jobs, but that’s a rare occasion indeed. Most of ‘em prove quite uneventful.”The Spirit gave him a nudge at the presentation of his gun so brashly. It’s awful rude to show unexpected company your weapon, Buffel knew better. The boy blushed, covering it back up and scratching his head. ”Sorry ‘bout that, didn’t me to give ya a spook ‘r nothin’!”Yamashii TAGGED BACK, LET'S GO WITH SPEED RP
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