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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jun 25, 2014 4:16:46 GMT
Lorcan laughs when she comments that her horse was a stallion, "I've no doubt about that, but my sister is no Viking Warrior," he'd say with a grin. When she commented that she hoped that he'd do him some good he'd shrug, "I'm sure he will. He's bound to be big, even for a colt. Might make a good war horse," he'd assure the woman. After everything was done and the woman spoke again he couldn't help but shoot her an amused look, "I suppose that would make me a father to many colts and fillies...and dogs...and the occasional feline..." he'd trail off, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he gives into the lighter side of the conversation, instead of the voice that rang in his head that he had been a real father, until he let everything go wrong. Upon hearing her offer he'd tip his head slightly to the side, thinking about it for several moments before nodding lightly, "I think that might be a good idea actually. Even if he can't be trained for only her use, I would love a horse that I could occasionally let my sister ride," he'd say with a nod, though a frown would develop on his face. He wondered if he was comfortable risking his sister's safety to allow her to ride a horse suited for war, but he figured that this was one thing that he could be a little more relaxed on; especially if it had three good individuals overseeing it's training- he knew that Connall would help him, and with the aid of Cori and himself the animal was bound to turn out decent enough.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jun 25, 2014 4:29:07 GMT
Chuckled a little and smiled. "I could show her a few things about being a Viking Warrior." Wide grin. When he said something about warhorse she would sort of nod. "Yeah I can definitely see that. Was his Sire big?" She glanced at the Mare. "She is a pretty small Mare."
When he said that he'd be a father to many colts and fillies and dogs and felines. She kind of felt a shifting of her impression of her. Tilting her head and shrugging. "Then I would be the midwife or second mother to many of the listed as well. And birds. Chickens mostly." She'd never been bedded by a man so she didn't know on two accounts what it meant to almost have been a parent forcefully or not. The other account being she didn't know he had a wife before.
She shrugged a bit. "Plus you seem like you have quite the King on your hands. So I think it'd free up some of your time watching him." She only said this because well. He knighted her sans any sort of shirt in no ceremony at all. "Also, I can make a good occasional lady riding horse out of Mr. War Horse. So General? Are you going to name him.. Or are you going to let your sister?" She was amused slightly that he called her Viking and she called him General. But she only did because she actually hadn't a clue what his name was.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jun 25, 2014 4:48:27 GMT
Lorcan blinks and shakes her head upon hearing her offer, "Uhm. No. Viking Warriors die...and...yeah," he'd say with a sort of unamused chuckle. When the subject got changed to the colt again he would grin and nod, "Yes, actually. His sire was my first horse, and he was absolutely massive," he'd admit, his chest puffing out a bit with pride. "I suppose I should have known better, but she's such a good-looking horse. I guess I couldn't resist; I knew that they would make good foals," he'd say with a shrug, though by that time he kind of felt like an ass. He had a feeling that the mare wouldn't be big enough to birth one of his stallion's offspring, yet he had them bred anyways.
When she spoke about herself being a mother or midwife to many animals as well he'd laugh, "It's definitely a very rewarding practice," he'd admit, a broad grin splitting his lips as he looks at the colt. Being the first to see new life was probably one of the best things he could imagine, though he had meant that it was rewarding in a different way. He felt that helping animals through their labor would provide a way for him to redeem himself. When she began saying that she could make him a good lady-riding horse he'd nod, "That would be greatly appreciated," he'd tell her with a nod. When he heard her next question he would frown, his brows furrowing as he stares at the colt before glancing back at her, "Well...I don't know. Why don't you name him?" he asks. He was never any good at naming animals, and had allowed his sister to do the honors more often than not...and sometimes she made some really questionable choices when it came to names.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jun 25, 2014 5:04:34 GMT
Cori did have to laugh at him for his response to the Viking Warrior offer. But kept to the change of subject. "Ahh.. Well if you ever want to try her when she's able to breed again. My stallion's a white boy. Big enough for me to ride around but not so big I walk funny.. But I understand the need to breed two beautiful horses together. At least they did make a good colt." Smile. "I can't say I have had a small mare take on a Warhorse." She scritched her nose bridge.
She had to agree with him about the reward. "Very much so is it rewarding." Cori tilted her head when he gave off a very nice smile. Cori wasn't a lady to oogle men in any form but she could respect a good smile and Lorcan had one. Whether she'd admit to it.. Well. That's another story. Looking to the colt she huffed a little. She could say she was jealous. Her mother had wanted Cori to have had children by now. But Cori didn't really find a suitable person quite yet. "Don't mention it." She'd reply. Leaning up when he asked her to name him. Biting her lip a little and tilting her head. Of course her brother usually named the animals. He even named her mount Trouble which happened to be something suiting to Cori. And to the horse itself. "Drust. It means to be a riot." She'd smile at him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 13:25:26 GMT
Cliona arrived in an odd fashion this morning.Instead of the usual horse drawn carriage her father had bought her, she decided to take her one true friend. A white stallion with long locks of white hair for his mane that covered most of his face. Dressed in her Kingdoms color of armor that protected his body and most of his neck and face. He stopped and lowered himself a little so she could hop off of him and the moment she did, her two maidens and the guards she was forced to bringn jumped off of their steeds as well. In came running a stable boy to take her horse and she followed him. Assisting him with the lock up since she knew he was just as stubborn. Next to him was another, a mare who looked like he had just given birth to a colt. She smiled and looked towards her horse with a tilt of her head. "You were busy the last time we were here." She told him and he snorted at her. Shaking her head she spotted a familiar man though she hadn't seen him in some time, she didn't forget his face.
"Captain, my horse will need someone to attend to him. Perhaps you can point to me a decent human who knows what they're doing?" She teased before stepping back and dusted her dress off to make her look somewhat presentable.
She wore a sea-green dress that had tied up slits on both shoulders. A cloak covered her of course, so it would throw him off at first until he was able to remember who this women was.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jun 25, 2014 21:30:20 GMT
Lorcan would hum softly as he considers her offer, biting his lip as he gazes at the colt and mare, "Well, I don't think it would hurt any. I'd like to see him though, he sounds like a good animal," he'd say with a nod. When she commented about never having had a mare take a war horse he would laugh, "Well, I'm sure I'm the only one. Nobody would torture their animals like that," he'd say with a low sigh, honestly feeling quite horrible about it now. He silently vowed to be more careful about which horses he bred from now on, not wanting the same thing to happen again. What would have happened if they hadn't been here? Upon hearing the name that she chose he would nod, a genuine smile seizing his lips, "Drust. What a good name," he'd say, looking fondly at the colt. "Drust," he'd say again, testing it on his lips as he gazed at the foal. It suited him; he had caused a riot today after all.
Shortly after he heard a commotion outside of the barn and would stand, just in time to see a stable boy run out of the tack room and out to greet whoever had just arrived. "That little shit..." he'd practically growl, glaring out after him as his jaw clenches. So they could go out to stable a horse, but they couldn't do their job and help one give birth? "What a load of crap," he'd say, shaking his head as he watched the boy lead the horse and a lady into the barn. There were several open stalls, but the horse was led to the one right next to his mare, which honestly rubbed his fur the wrong way. After the horse was all settled the lady would look at him and comment that he must have been busy, which only made him narrow his eyes. His colt's sire was probably one of the best war horses of the kingdom, not some frilly white stallion.
When the woman turned to address him as Captain he would raise his brows, dusting his hands off on his pants, "Well, you could always do it yourself," he'd comment, rolling his eyes. "The stable boys are only good enough to fetch horses around here, apparently," he'd bite out, not necessarily talking to anybody in particular that time. After a moment of looking at the woman he would squint slightly before turning to address Cori, "Cori, this is Princess Cliona O`Maoduin," he'd say, before looking towards the princess, "And Princess, this is Lady Knight Cori Frighil," he'd introduce them.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jun 26, 2014 0:55:34 GMT
She nodded. "Well see when she feels better and less 'I just had a big colt' ish." She insisted to him. Shaking her head a little and chuckled. "Well. The fact is he's here now. He needs some loving and training." Cori nodded a little. When he began saying his name and enjoying it she sat up again and smiled genuinely at him. "Thank you. I'm surprised I came up with it."
When he stood she stood up with him slowly. Letting the colt rest with his mother while getting the rest of it's nutrients by the chord. Looking over when he said 'That little shit' and catching the tail end of the Stable Boy. "Nice curse word infront of a lady." Her eyebrows would lift. When she watched the horse she smirked a little. Looking at the stable boy. And shaking her head. The mare looked up and began to shift in discomfort at the stallion. She went over to grab her sword and put it around her waist. Not noticing the woman really as she strapped her sword around her hip.
When the woman did speak though she looked up and then towards the Captain. "Does no one use your name lad?" She'd roll her eyes. She even clued in to see if she could catch the name Lorcan. But she didn't. "Or am I missing something and your name's actually Captain?" His retort to the princess made Cori give off a grin. Maybe it was a grin of content on how he worded it. "Well the Paddocks aren't far from the King. So tending to him wouldn't be hard for you. But I am going to be around to take care of the Colt when Captain doesn't have time. I've got a white stallion m'self. Bred him and broke him in." She insisted a bit of closure on that. The lady seemed to know Lorcan's rank at least. Eyeing the princess when she was introduced. Tilting her head. "I'm gathering a Princess of the South?" Ah so the Viking had brains and noticed the type of armour on the white horse. "I also don't recall King Connall having any siblin's." When she heard him say Lady Knight she could feel the word Viking hover over his tongue wanting to come out.
Not that she hadn't been amused by his need to throw it out there. But he seemed to like it. But it was a pretty dark tale as to how she came to acquire her big boned and well muscular stature. And not to mention the fire that flurried down her back and over her shoulders.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 1:45:00 GMT
Cliona would snicker towards Lorcans comment before watching the mare move around in a flutter. She rolled her eyes and grabbed a hold of his reins before gently pulling him out of the stable. She patted his neck and told him to ease himself. Her eyes going from the horses to the two in the next stable.
"Lady Knight huh? That is a first for Connall." She couldn't help but to smile some at the thought of it all and just shook her head. He was still a man and men in general were asses. At least she thought so. Her eyes danced upon the female's form as she noticed she was wearing the wrong attire to be suited as a knight...
"Since when did Knights where dresses?" She asked curiously. "Shouldn't you be dressed in pants then? Lady Knight?" She added. She was rather confused about the whole thing but figured that if she wanted to be a Knight and that Connall had knighted her, then she must've been a really good one. She would turn and lead her horse into a stable that was closer towards the Castle and further away from the mare in hopes that she would calm down down for the Colts sake.
Once she was back at their stable, she smiled a bit. "And actually, I reside in the Western Kingdom. Sir Connall and I are just old friends." She explained before dusting her own hands on her cloak. She wasn't the kind of person who was afraid to get dirty by any means, so being in the stables didn't bother her.
"Lorcan are you hiding your identity again? It can only get you so far." She said with a smirk.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jun 26, 2014 17:41:53 GMT
Lorcan rolled his eyes when Cori said that that it was a nice curse word in front of a lady, "You're not a lady, you're a Viking," he'd say with a grin, though honestly he probably would have said it in front of the Princess as well. He just didn't have a filter, and didn't feel as if he should have one. When his mare began to shift uncomfortably he would move over to her, kneeling down again and gently stroking his fingers over her cheek, "Shhh, it's okay," he'd murmur softly, though his gaze would flick to the next stall over with annoyance. The annoyance would fade when the Princess led her horse out of the stall and moved him somewhere else in the barn, allowing for the mare to settle which freed him to stand once again and move away from her.
He would laugh when he heard Cori questioning about his name, shaking his head, "No, I think it's more a sign of respect. Or maybe it's meant in a more disrespectful manner? They know that I'm not royalty but they're jealous because the King treats me like his own brother, and they all pine away for his attention. So, they shove my title in my face as if I'll suddenly realize I'm not worthy of their presence," he would explain, a smirk settling over his face. Either way, it was quite amusing to him because they never realized that he didn't care what he was called. Title or name he would answer to both. When the Princess commented on Cori's rank and attire he would narrow his eyes at her, his brows furrowing, "It's not a dress, it's a kilt. Many warriors and knights wear them, in fact, I own one as well," he would say, rather offended, "Are you going to go around saying that I wear dresses as well?" he would ask with a tip of his head, watching the woman closely.
When she asked if he was hiding his identity he would roll his eyes, "I don't need to hide my identity, I am actually very comfortable in my own skin," he would comment with a grin, shifting to lean against the stall's door. "So, what brings you to court? Your father sending you on his business again?" he'd ask curiously.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jun 26, 2014 21:20:37 GMT
She scrunched up her nose at him once again, since her short lived interview. Undoing the ribbon that was around her sleeves keeping them up around her biceps in which she had pulled her hair down. "Jee, how silly of me to forget." She said in a noble tone. Chuckling at him though of course. She watched him move to the Mare and then towards the princess as she moved her Stallion. Giving her a thank you.
Hearing Lorcan retort to her about his title being a title of respect, but others use it in a condescending fashion. She tilted her head and smirked a little. "I understand what you mean." She'd say clearly and calmly but still. For some odd reason she still held the air of an assertive person. Cori didn't have the want to speak about her lineage around a princess though.
Though when she snapped out of her own thoughts Clio had been asking her why she wore a dress. She paused and then even checked herself. When Lorcan defended her attire as a kilt and that he had one her eyebrows twitched like they were going to raise and her eyes looked at him for a split second. Then back at Clio. "It's the kilt of my family. You missed my ceremony. It was earlier today I became the first Lady Knight." She said bluntly. Shrugging a little and with no filter of her own towards the princess. She lifted her chin a bit. "I wear pants on a regular basis. Dresses if my mother asks me to, though I sneak a pair of pants underneath. Kilts don't require anything." She let the anything linger.
When she left and came back Cori thought a bit. "Yes, sorry. Western. I may have gotten South and West mixed up since Queen Morgan derives from the West." When she said his name Cori gave off a Finally eye-roll. She just kind of stood there after in thought it seemed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 1:00:55 GMT
Cliona nodded towards Lorcan and shrugged her shoulders towards the ordeal. "Apparently I am his mascot so he can sit at home and wonder who was going to be his next war victim." She sighed and shook her head a bit. "Say no to my daughter and you will be sorry." She mimicked her fathers tone in a sarcastic tone. She remembered though, what he said to her if she had done this for him. But she knew she was going to be able to pull it off. Not that any of the kingdoms would agree to her fathers absurd plan.
"Unfortunately I am my father's chess piece until I am married. I just don't see that happening anytime soon." She said. "He also said that he will grant me my freedom should I do this cooperatively buuuuuut we all know how cooperative I am." She told him with a bit of a smirk and turned to apologize to them both. Even if the fashion did seem unruly.
"Forgive me. I didn't mean to come off rude." She said and turned to face the castle with hopes of Connall being available. Her eyes met the two as she peered over her shoulder.
"Is Connall available?" She asked finally. Not that that she was in any rush to get back home.
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Post by Taki on Jun 27, 2014 5:09:26 GMT
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The sun faded from the sky. Whether anyone left the stables or slept at all is up to their players.
The new day has started!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 5:49:23 GMT
Connall O'Braddagh
Conn strode across the palace grounds dressed in new clothes, though still nothing fancy, and itching to go out for a hunt with the new day dawning. His bow and quiver of arrows were both slung across his back, and a dagger hung from his right hip. He was supposed to be meeting Lorcan, at the very least, down at the stables, and he was definitely looking forward to starting the day off on a hunt with his best friend. When he arrived at the stables his horse was already tacked up and ready for him. The massive, solid black stud horse nickered at his approach and he couldn't help the grin that split his lips. He dug around in his pocket to pull out a sugar cube and when he reached the horse he held his hand flat. Ahern greedily snatched the cube of sugar from his hand and he couldn't help but laugh. He patted the horse's muscled neck and then took hold of his reins. He nodded to the stable boy, dismissing him, and then mounted up. He shifted in the saddle until he was comfortable, though he took his bow from his back to have it at the ready when he should need it. |
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jun 27, 2014 6:03:42 GMT
Instead of spending the night at the castle like the Captain and King would obviously she had went back home. Well her father's home in the capital. They weren't there really, her family that is. As they had set off for another residence for the Summer after congratulating her. Alone in the city again. This happened often, but she didn't blame anyone. She was invited to come and hunt with the King and Captain. Cori was excited; she didn't really get to bond with many. Her father secretly squired her so he didn't get disowned by the Order. And though her family never lied to her about her ethnic background, they sometimes let her alone. Her brother even going with them from time to time. Away from the Viking.
Moving towards the paddock Cori was clad in black tight pants that hugged her muscular thighs, with a bow on her back and on her white horse's saddle sat her sword. She waited outside ontop of Trouble. She wore a tunic over the pants which hugged her curves as well. Something different from the baggy shirt and kilt the day prior. Humming a small tune as she sat there waiting for the men to finally be done. When she saw Connall just outside she waved and moved Trouble closer to him. "What a handsome stallion, Sire."
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jun 27, 2014 6:15:51 GMT
Lorcan was already astride his horse, Airgead, when the other two members of the hunting party arrived at the stables. As he waited for them to mount up he would ride the stallion around the barn a couple times, trying not to let him get too antsy before they headed off. As he rounded the corner for the last time he noticed that both Connall and Cori were ready, and a grin would break out across his face as he rode up beside them, halting beside his King. “Finally you two are ready,” he would tease, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. He had been looking forward to this hunt since they had planned it, eager to get away from the palace and into the woods where he would be doing something better than standing around with a threatening look on his face all while he guarded the king. He was made to be either riding his horse into battle, or riding his horse out to hunt, neither of which included the endless task of taking another person’s life under your own responsibility. Not that he wasn’t grateful for the job; it was just nice to get away from it sometimes. Upon hearing Cori comment on Connall’s horse he would roll his eyes, “Kiss ass. I’ve seen better looking ponies,” he would tease. This was something that he and Connall often joked about, which neither of them took to heart.
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