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Out Into The Night

[DEVIATION] CHAPTER XXXI. Out Into The Night At the opening of a tower, Clarindon Dor boasts to Judge Speaker and the police chief about his sons and how they will continue his legacy. “By thunder,” the judge shook his head as they began to move with the crowd, down a glass stair towards the doors. “Sometimes you almost seem to mean it. Look here, Clarindon, a son is a person like any other, and people can always disappoint. Just suppose either of them should do something to spoil that good name?” “You don't know them well enough, judge,” Dor countered, “they are too full of moral fibre to do anything like that.” “You only have the two of them, the way I see it, that gives you two chances. I'm not trying to wind you up, but shouldn't you have had more?” “You are being very silly, and this is why you should not drink. What about it, Ehnder?” “Never get between the judge and the viceroy!” the chief laughed. “Besides, the point is valid enough.” By this point they were in a crowded

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The Red Barons vs. The Yellow Jackets (Part 3)

Let us now return to the present, and to the Hundred Acre Wood. After securing their prisoners, the Yellow Jackets, sans Aeryn, for she was still on her personal mission, could be found sitting outside their workshop and caravan, in a relaxing, indolent attitude, evidently self-satisfied with the results of their scheming and planning. Luca was lounging on the grass, his arms behind his head, his eyes on the clouds overhead. Leon was seated on a rock, looking as poised and stiff as ever, as he flipped through the pages of a notepad. Bernie was leaning against the same rock, paws behind his head just like Luca. Natasha was leaning with her back against the Stone Wall part of the building, her arms folded, right beside Daphne’s wedged lower half, almost as though she was trying to make sure the Dragoon couldn’t suddenly pop back out again. Chloe was sitting beside her, and was contemplating a wrapped bar of chocolate that she had taken out, and quite a large one at that, big enough for

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PAW Patrol: Trust Me to Fly

The atmosphere inside the Lookout was usually filled with laughter and the sound of scampering paws, but tonight, the air was thick with a heavy, uncomfortable tension. The team had just returned from a gruelling, near-disastrous rescue mission on Jake’s Mountain. Everyone was exhausted, but instead of resting, a bitter argument had erupted between the team's two most senior pups. "You didn't wait for the signal, Skye!" Chase’s voice echoed sharply against the glass walls of the briefing room. He was pacing, his tail stiff and his fur standing on end. "We had a plan! You completely ignored protocol and dove in!" "I had a clear opening, Chase!" Skye fired back, her usually bright pink eyes flashing with defiance. She didn't back down, stepping closer to the German Shepherd. "If I had waited for you to secure the perimeter, the cliff edge would have given way! I had to act fast!" "Acting fast is one thing, being reckless is another!" Chase barked. "You could have gotten yourself

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Influx of Horses

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Winter Hunter Jumpers Classic R2

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NordoWriMo - CYO - Search and Rescue

Cinnabar galloped towards home, his ears flat to his skull, and his war-cut mane and tail flapping in the breeze he created. His heart pounded, as he slid to a halt in the courtyard of Silver Wolf Stables, across the bridge and into the actual grounds of the farm again. His blue eyes rolled with fear as he clattered to a halt. He whinnied a piercing cry, trying to alert someone...anyone...that he needed help. A moment later, Magnus came out of the barn, his brows furrowed as he hurried towards the gelding. Magnus grabbed the horse’s reins, trying to calm him down. But Cinnabar could not be eased, as he trotted in place, whinnying and snorting. “Hey...buddy...where’s Vi?” Asked Magnus, as though the horse could answer him. Worry crossed his brow, as he took in details about the horse. He noticed that the horse was all tacked up still, but that the camera and human were both missing. As the words left his lips, he watched the horse rear up and whinny, shaking his head.

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Welcome Home, Gael

Oryx’s ears twitched, as the desert winds blew around him, kicking up dust. He snorted, and shook his head. The wild buckskin stallion was about to end his shift watching the herd. Primrose and Amber were chatting, grooming each other in the shade of a nearby baobab tree. How strange it looked, almost as though it had been planted upside down, thought Oryx to himself, as he glanced at the two young yearlings. They were getting bigger now, almost two years old in Amber’s case, and a year in Primrose’s. But that would be none of Oryx’s business, he told himself. The buckskin tended to keep to himself, and tried not to get too involved in the mares’ business. Cylva had called him out on it - he found little interest in mares, and he was still rankled that she’d seen through him so easily. But perhaps she had more than met the eye as well. She was getting older too, almost six now. They all were, to be frank. The herd was growing, and that was good, but it meant that he had

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NordoWriMo 2021 - Pouring Rain

The next few days were sunny, so Alex waited, watching the weather, to ride the palomino gelding again. When the next bout of cloudbursts came through, he was out in the arena, first thing in the morning. With him was Sandstorm, the palomino riddler who called Silver Wolf his home. The horse had proven himself difficult in the rain, considering that days before he’d nearly dragged Alex half to death through the forest trying to escape the stuff. Whatever his reason, Alex was certain that there had to be a reason for the gelding to act this way, he needed some manners trained into him. Nobody deserved to have their horse nearly buck them into oblivion every time it rained. And besides, the horse didn’t deserve to be afraid of the weather either. So today, Alex was standing in the middle of the arena, green rain slicker already shiny with the stuff, as the horse trotted anxiously in circles around him. In one hand, the man held the horse’s lead loosely, and in the other

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CV - Re'venox - bullheaded

A bulky grey stallion stood quietly watching the herd he had decided to help. His tail flicked in annoyance watching the proper stallion prancing and cavorting about with his mares. Brolga would swear that Rev had no sense but he also couldn't argue that the golden one could fight when push came to shove. He snorted in annoyance before springing into a trot away from the herd. He had been on the move for some time before his ears flicked back as he caught the sound of following hoofbeats. He paused, head turning to look behind him as the little weanling colt stumbled into view. Tokala froze staring at the big grey before scrambling to hide in a bush. Brolga simply chuckled. “Oh the little one bored and come to play too eh?” The colt's head popped up and nodded. “I still don't like this place Brolga, I miss our old home!” The petulant whine high. The grey just nodded solemnly. “I do too kid, I do too.” He murmured before flicking his head “C'mon we'll do a bit of surveying and see what

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Re'venox - Day in the life of foals

Lysander, a rather slight weanling with a darker coat, stood quietly beside the grey mare that had taken him in in this herd. At her feet was an even darker colt with more white streaking his coat. Wendigo bumped the sooty golden colt with her nose and flicked an ear. “Why don’t you and Armand spend some time from the herd?” Lysander snorted softly but just looked away. It did sound a little promising, but with how Armand was he knew that they were likely to get eaten by a mountain lion or something from the colt wanting to befriend it. “It would do you two good to get away from the eyes from the herd. I am not blind to the looks they give you, especially Armand.” She actually looked down at the sleeping colt who stretched out with a surprisingly gentle look. It always struck Lys how gentle she was with the colt despite her blood-soaked appearance. That and just the other day Lys had caught the mare, who was built nearly as thickly as the stallion that ran this herd, playing with it

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CV - Alterion - the box

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Out Into The Night

[DEVIATION] CHAPTER XXXI. Out Into The Night At the opening of a tower, Clarindon Dor boasts to Judge Speaker and the police chief about his sons and how they will continue his legacy. “By thunder,” the judge shook his head as they began to move with the crowd, down a glass stair towards the doors. “Sometimes you almost seem to mean it. Look here, Clarindon, a son is a person like any other, and people can always disappoint. Just suppose either of them should do something to spoil that good name?” “You don't know them well enough, judge,” Dor countered, “they are too full of moral fibre to do anything like that.” “You only have the two of them, the way I see it, that gives you two chances. I'm not trying to wind you up, but shouldn't you have had more?” “You are being very silly, and this is why you should not drink. What about it, Ehnder?” “Never get between the judge and the viceroy!” the chief laughed. “Besides, the point is valid enough.” By this point they were in a crowded

Literature

The Red Barons vs. The Yellow Jackets (Part 3)

Let us now return to the present, and to the Hundred Acre Wood. After securing their prisoners, the Yellow Jackets, sans Aeryn, for she was still on her personal mission, could be found sitting outside their workshop and caravan, in a relaxing, indolent attitude, evidently self-satisfied with the results of their scheming and planning. Luca was lounging on the grass, his arms behind his head, his eyes on the clouds overhead. Leon was seated on a rock, looking as poised and stiff as ever, as he flipped through the pages of a notepad. Bernie was leaning against the same rock, paws behind his head just like Luca. Natasha was leaning with her back against the Stone Wall part of the building, her arms folded, right beside Daphne’s wedged lower half, almost as though she was trying to make sure the Dragoon couldn’t suddenly pop back out again. Chloe was sitting beside her, and was contemplating a wrapped bar of chocolate that she had taken out, and quite a large one at that, big enough for

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PAW Patrol: Trust Me to Fly

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Influx of Horses

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Winter Hunter Jumpers Classic R2

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NordoWriMo - CYO - Search and Rescue

Cinnabar galloped towards home, his ears flat to his skull, and his war-cut mane and tail flapping in the breeze he created. His heart pounded, as he slid to a halt in the courtyard of Silver Wolf Stables, across the bridge and into the actual grounds of the farm again. His blue eyes rolled with fear as he clattered to a halt. He whinnied a piercing cry, trying to alert someone...anyone...that he needed help. A moment later, Magnus came out of the barn, his brows furrowed as he hurried towards the gelding. Magnus grabbed the horse’s reins, trying to calm him down. But Cinnabar could not be eased, as he trotted in place, whinnying and snorting. “Hey...buddy...where’s Vi?” Asked Magnus, as though the horse could answer him. Worry crossed his brow, as he took in details about the horse. He noticed that the horse was all tacked up still, but that the camera and human were both missing. As the words left his lips, he watched the horse rear up and whinny, shaking his head.

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Welcome Home, Gael

Oryx’s ears twitched, as the desert winds blew around him, kicking up dust. He snorted, and shook his head. The wild buckskin stallion was about to end his shift watching the herd. Primrose and Amber were chatting, grooming each other in the shade of a nearby baobab tree. How strange it looked, almost as though it had been planted upside down, thought Oryx to himself, as he glanced at the two young yearlings. They were getting bigger now, almost two years old in Amber’s case, and a year in Primrose’s. But that would be none of Oryx’s business, he told himself. The buckskin tended to keep to himself, and tried not to get too involved in the mares’ business. Cylva had called him out on it - he found little interest in mares, and he was still rankled that she’d seen through him so easily. But perhaps she had more than met the eye as well. She was getting older too, almost six now. They all were, to be frank. The herd was growing, and that was good, but it meant that he had

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NordoWriMo 2021 - Pouring Rain

The next few days were sunny, so Alex waited, watching the weather, to ride the palomino gelding again. When the next bout of cloudbursts came through, he was out in the arena, first thing in the morning. With him was Sandstorm, the palomino riddler who called Silver Wolf his home. The horse had proven himself difficult in the rain, considering that days before he’d nearly dragged Alex half to death through the forest trying to escape the stuff. Whatever his reason, Alex was certain that there had to be a reason for the gelding to act this way, he needed some manners trained into him. Nobody deserved to have their horse nearly buck them into oblivion every time it rained. And besides, the horse didn’t deserve to be afraid of the weather either. So today, Alex was standing in the middle of the arena, green rain slicker already shiny with the stuff, as the horse trotted anxiously in circles around him. In one hand, the man held the horse’s lead loosely, and in the other

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CV - Re'venox - bullheaded

A bulky grey stallion stood quietly watching the herd he had decided to help. His tail flicked in annoyance watching the proper stallion prancing and cavorting about with his mares. Brolga would swear that Rev had no sense but he also couldn't argue that the golden one could fight when push came to shove. He snorted in annoyance before springing into a trot away from the herd. He had been on the move for some time before his ears flicked back as he caught the sound of following hoofbeats. He paused, head turning to look behind him as the little weanling colt stumbled into view. Tokala froze staring at the big grey before scrambling to hide in a bush. Brolga simply chuckled. “Oh the little one bored and come to play too eh?” The colt's head popped up and nodded. “I still don't like this place Brolga, I miss our old home!” The petulant whine high. The grey just nodded solemnly. “I do too kid, I do too.” He murmured before flicking his head “C'mon we'll do a bit of surveying and see what

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Re'venox - Day in the life of foals

Lysander, a rather slight weanling with a darker coat, stood quietly beside the grey mare that had taken him in in this herd. At her feet was an even darker colt with more white streaking his coat. Wendigo bumped the sooty golden colt with her nose and flicked an ear. “Why don’t you and Armand spend some time from the herd?” Lysander snorted softly but just looked away. It did sound a little promising, but with how Armand was he knew that they were likely to get eaten by a mountain lion or something from the colt wanting to befriend it. “It would do you two good to get away from the eyes from the herd. I am not blind to the looks they give you, especially Armand.” She actually looked down at the sleeping colt who stretched out with a surprisingly gentle look. It always struck Lys how gentle she was with the colt despite her blood-soaked appearance. That and just the other day Lys had caught the mare, who was built nearly as thickly as the stallion that ran this herd, playing with it

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CV - Alterion - the box

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The Red Barons vs. The Yellow Jackets (Part 3)

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End of the Year Livestock Auction

Influx of Horses

Winter Hunter Jumpers Classic R2

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PAW Patrol: Trust Me to Fly

End of the Year Livestock Auction

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Out Into The Night

The Red Barons vs. The Yellow Jackets (Part 3)

PAW Patrol: Trust Me to Fly

End of the Year Livestock Auction

Influx of Horses

Winter Hunter Jumpers Classic R2

NordoWriMo - CYO - Search and Rescue

Welcome Home, Gael

NordoWriMo 2021 - Pouring Rain

CV - Re'venox - bullheaded

Re'venox - Day in the life of foals

CV - Alterion - the box