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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2025 6:57 pm
Quote: Really Clint just seems to meet everyone in the stables, so why would Inessa be an exception?
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2025 7:32 pm
   stables ✭ inessa ✭ clothes
It was getting to a point where it almost felt exactly like being at home. The bed was nicer, that was for damn sure. But other than that his daily routine remained almost entirely the same. Wake up before the first light of dawn, head down the stables to muck, head to classes, then head back to the stables to help with the end of day chores. The only difference was having to go to classes during the day. Classes that required him to look and act his best while the undead swirled around overhead cackling and screaming and talking over everyone and each other.
A new, constant headache had permanently lodged behind his eyes. That was main difference. The one that he was noticing more and more every day. Thankfully the stables still tended to be quiet, the only ghostly sounds coming from phantom horses snorting over the living residents of their stalls and the scrape of shovels that only he could hear. At least the scraping was a comfort. A small way to bottle up home.
Though it didn't cover up footsteps. He had to wonder who these little feet belonged to. At this rate he'd run into everyone and their grandmother in what was meant to be his little sanctuary. Though, it was hard to say he minded. A wicked grin curved over his features as he turned to the source, only to find a new little mouse he didn't know. Tipping his hat to the woman, he couldn't help the glitter of amusement that caught in his eye as he watched her. "What brings you all the way out here, lil missy?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2025 7:49 pm
   
Having explored most of the grounds, and the pond, Inessa found herself pulled towards something new. With Vlad and Anya in tow, she dressed for the day in something comfortable before making her way out into the courtyard. She said nothing to her companions as she led the way, her feet making the choice rather than her brain this time. They had nothing but time, and she had nothing but her curiosity to guide her. It seemed like a better plan than staying cooped up inside all day, especially now that the weather was more her style.
With a bounce in her step, and Anya’s grumbling at her back, she bypassed the path she had grown accustomed to and headed for the trees. It was still light enough outside that she didn’t have to worry about running into anyone in the shadows. Granted, Nessa knew there were some that controlled the darkness, but she had Vlad. The large warrior was more than capable of taking care of anyone that should happen across their path. And if he couldn’t, Anya was her ace in the hole. The petite brunette was constantly being underestimated, which was a source of great amusement for the ice princess.
After about fifteen minutes of aimless wanderings, she happened upon what looked like a trail in the trees. Intrigued, Inessa switched directions and headed deeper into the woods than she had anticipated. The end result? A rather cozy looking building that smelled of hay and beasts. Was this where they kept the horses? She had never seen one up close, having always been told she had no need to learn to ride. That it was for men to ride horses and for women to stay home. A rather silly thought, but she had never looked too far into it. She hadn’t had a reason to, honestly. Until today.
”Eto konyushnya?(The stables?)” She whispered the words to her companions, earning a shrug from Vlad and a nod from Anya. The desire to peek inside, to see what the creatures really looked like, raced through her to have her bright eyes widening a bit in excitement. Would she be in trouble for sneaking around here? Would it be bad for her to just poke her head inside really quick? Or would it disturb the beasts too much? Whatever the case was, Ness couldn’t bring herself to fight it for long. Her long legs carried her to the open doorway with Anya sighing at her back and Vlad chuckling under his breath. The woman passed a coin to the hand of the man as they stayed back to let her do as she pleased, grumbling a bit more under her breath as they watched their charge.
What she found, however, was not the behemoth-like creatures that she had expected. No, this beast was of a more dangerous stock. Dark clothes, long hair, and a voice so deep it registered on a completely different frequency than the men she’d spoken to at the academy already. He was rugged, rough, and seemed to be just as wild as the beasts that were held within the stables. Inessa made sure her mask was in place as his words danced through her head, a snowy brow lifting slightly as she looked over his scruffy features.
”I am no ‘lil missy’, and my business is not yours.” Leaving it at that, she turned away from him and began to move slowly into the building as her presence stirred the animals within the stalls. Gods, they were enormous! And all sorts of different colors. With eyes nearly the size of dinner plates, she moved around as she pleased and barely resisted the urge to reach out and touch as a few poked their heads out to look at her.
Location: Academy - Woods - Stables Company: Anya and Vlad - Wild man and beasts Outfit: Nessa’s outfitThoughts: ‘Who in the hell does he think he is?’
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2025 7:04 pm
stables ✭ inessa ✭ clothes
Amusement settled on his face as he found himself leaning up against the wooden stall and folded his arms over his chest to watch the newcomer for a bit. Why was it that everyone was always so damn snappy? It wasn't like he'd tried coming on to her. Nor was it like he walked in on her working. Actually, she'd been the one to walk in on him. Now she was strolling along like she owned the place, watching the horses like they were the gods gift to this world. Which - in Clint's opinion - they were, but that was beside the point.
"Listen, I ain't about to tell you what to do since you apparently don't need me in your business, but I wouldn't just go touching any of 'em." The amusement on his face shifted, his grin growing even wider. "Fingers look an awful lot like carrots, if you catch my drift." He pushed off the stall to unfold his arms and wiggle his fingers in her direction before going back to work.
Opening the first stall by the entrance, he glanced at the name plate absently despite knowing exactly which of the school's horses it was. Whoever had written the name plate clearly didn't know how to write well. The poor horse he was beginning to remove the coat from to brush her down was supposed to be named Potatoes. Unfortunately, the scribe had written "Poooooooo" on the stall.
The curious mare was knickering against his shoulder when it occurred to Clint that whatever she could be here for could involve saddling up a horse. Something the girl likely didn't know how to do on her own with the way she'd walked in like she owned the place. His eyes darted around to take stock of the other hands, but they all must have been in the barn. Great. Another chore. One he didn't mind, but he was more annoyed that the other workers had ******** right off without saying anything to him. "I'm not trying to know your business, not-so-lil Missy, but holler if you need a horse saddled, okay?"
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