The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

My last "free" day before the mad rush of Thanksgiving hits. I will find the time to get my opening post for a new thread done today. Tomorrow is for baking pies and spot cleaning the house, for moving furniture to accommodate the family incoming on Thursday.

I hope each of you that will be enjoying Thanksgiving on Thursday, have a wonderful time filled with family and a heaping basket of blessings.

The end of the year approaches. Hopefully 2014 will be a better year for everyone.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A card slips through the mail box, scent of cinnamon and sandalwood, there and gone...A paw print the only signature.

 

[APassionateFlame]

It's been forever - is she even still welcome? She finds the door unlocked, the house quiet. It feels like coming home, and her booted feet move upstairs with a familiarity she's not sure she deserves to have anymore. Her key still works on the bedroom door, and when she opens it she sees it's still the way she left it. The yellow-flowered quilt spread across the bed, the matching valance over the window. The vase on the dresser is empty, but she'll remedy that with a trip to the garden. First, though, she settles her suitcase on the bed and sets about writing a note for the red-headed owner of the house. Her friend.

Cait,

Missed seeing you around, lady. My time away as good. Good for the heart, good for the soul. Going to slowly try and get back into the swing of things, I hope you don't mind my staying again. This place feels the most like home. The kitchen will be noisy again, and regularly messy. Can't wait to catch up with you.

Love,
T


She leaves the note tucked in the study, on the desk where it's sure to be found. A pair of neatly wrapped cookies is left sitting beside it, clearly homemade. She wanders out to the garden afterwards, booted feet carrying her to a bench deeply secluded amidst all the flowers and greenery. She's got writing to do, and she can't wait.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It's been forever - is she even still welcome? She finds the door unlocked, the house quiet. It feels like coming home, and her booted feet move upstairs with a familiarity she's not sure she deserves to have anymore. Her key still works on the bedroom door, and when she opens it she sees it's still the way she left it. The yellow-flowered quilt spread across the bed, the matching valance over the window. The vase on the dresser is empty, but she'll remedy that with a trip to the garden. First, though, she settles her suitcase on the bed and sets about writing a note for the red-headed owner of the house. Her friend.

Cait,

Missed seeing you around, lady. My time away as good. Good for the heart, good for the soul. Going to slowly try and get back into the swing of things, I hope you don't mind my staying again. This place feels the most like home. The kitchen will be noisy again, and regularly messy. Can't wait to catch up with you.

Love,
T


She leaves the note tucked in the study, on the desk where it's sure to be found. A pair of neatly wrapped cookies is left sitting beside it, clearly homemade. She wanders out to the garden afterwards, booted feet carrying her to a bench deeply secluded amidst all the flowers and greenery. She's got writing to do, and she can't wait.

T has returned and found, Cait was sure, that everything was just as she left it. T was always welcome here and the sounds, delicious smells and messes in the kitchen were welcome too. Especially this time of the year when the world beyond this one was so chaotic. It is good to know that T was back. It was a nice feeling.

A card slips through the mail box, scent of cinnamon and sandalwood, there and gone...A paw print the only signature.

The Wolfling!

A quick sniff of the card confirmed it. The thought of the lovely boi made her smile. Hopefully, all was well with the wolf pack and that the season wasn't driving her too crazy or the pack for that matter. She missed the Wolfling and wished her well, sending hugs into the ether for find the quiet and strong one.

"Peace be onto you, Wolfing. Love too."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It's no fun when you lose a pet, nay, a four-legged, furry member of your family that you've had for almost 10 years. Even heart breaking when you're the one who finds his body.

Damnit.

 

[yeishia]

It's no fun when you lose a pet, nay, a four-legged, furry member of your family that you've had for almost 10 years. Even heart breaking when you're the one who finds his body.

Damnit.

* Slips in quietly saying nothing, simply offering you a heartfelt hug knowing that nothing is more sorrowful or heart wrenching *

 

[DarkWarrioress]

* Slips in quietly saying nothing, simply offering you a heartfelt hug knowing that nothing is more sorrowful or heart wrenching *

Thank you, yeishia.

 

[Light Ice]

It's no fun when you lose a pet, nay, a four-legged, furry member of your family that you've had for almost 10 years. Even heart breaking when you're the one who finds his body.

Damnit.

I'm sorry, kid. Condolences.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

It's no fun when you lose a pet, nay, a four-legged, furry member of your family that you've had for almost 10 years. Even heart breaking when you're the one who finds his body.

Damnit.

*howls in mourning and offers a warm hug and snuggle*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I'm sorry, kid. Condolences.

Thank you, handsome.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*howls in mourning and offers a warm hug and snuggle*

Thanks Logan. *huggles*

 

[FireyIce]

Walking into the Great Room, looking around and seeing the magnificence that he had heard so much about. Sitting on the couch wondering what this place will have in store for him

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I want to thank my co-writers and those still waiting for me to start our thread, for their patience. I am still working on my writing, I swear. Between the holidays and the sudden loss of my four-legged furball, my brain just needs a shove to get it in gear. It seems to be stubborn of late and I think my Muse is trying to stall out. Bear with me. I'll get out the bullwhip shortly.

 

[FireyIce]

Though I don't really know you, I'm sorry for your loss of your four-legged friend

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Though I don't really know you, I'm sorry for your loss of your four-legged friend

Thank you. I appreciate it.

I'm sorry I haven't responded to your presence here in the mansion but the RW (that includes Sir), the preparation for the holidays and my threads are keeping me from having a lot time to socialize.

 

[FireyIce]

Your very welcome. Don't worry, I know that RW is very busy right now with the holidays pretty much being here. I work in retail and this past month until the end of the year I have only been getting about 1 day off a week

 

[RainingHeat]

It's no fun when you lose a pet, nay, a four-legged, furry member of your family that you've had for almost 10 years. Even heart breaking when you're the one who finds his body.

Damnit.

Oh sweetheart... I know how hard, sad, difficult this can be... and I soo understand the heartbreak and sadness... My eyes tear up just thinking about what you are feeling... Our 4 legged friends are so much more than pets.. they are family... they are love.. they are everything....

I am so sorry.... always remember the love... always...

<HUGS>

RAIN

 

[APassionateFlame]

It's no fun when you lose a pet, nay, a four-legged, furry member of your family that you've had for almost 10 years. Even heart breaking when you're the one who finds his body.

Damnit.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Cait. Losing a loved one, whether furry or otherwise, is always difficult. All my love and well-wishes to you right now, sweetheart.

 

[FireyIce]

I hope everyone is doing good and not stressing out too much about this week

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year and I hope 2014 gives you all more blessings than 2013 has.

Be safe.

Be well.

 

[rbijon]

I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year and I hope 2014 gives you all more blessings than 2013 has.

Be safe.

Be well.

Thanks....and you too!
May you be kissed and kissed!

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The New Year has arrived in a whirl and I am still trying to get my feet under me. Newly appointed responsibilities elsewhere has kept me busy but I haven't forgotten I owe posts and I shall work on them hopefully this weekend between splitting wood for the fireplace. I think it's been established that it's cold. Need more firewood. Well. I have the wood, it just needs to be split now that I have obtained the usage of a splitter today and there's a new desk that needs putting together, which would also mean the realignment of certain bedroom furniture after said desk is built by moi. That alone should be an interesting process. Not. Writing is having to take a backseat to the real world. Damnit. I will get it posts done! I will.

 

[Light Ice]

Flowers, an abundance, left in a familiar place. They spill from vases, boxes, egg-cartons. It is a river of colors, woven together by green stems and leafage, displayed in explosive blooms and velvet petals. Some, less glorious than the more sensual and celebrated amongst them, are trail flowers. Small petals. Coarse to the touch.

Each, however, has been placed with obvious and inordinate care.

The pattern is cohesive. Expressive. There lives a story of movement told in the humble beginnings and expressed towards a swelling crescendo topped with flowers of romantic heraldry and designer roots where crossing species blends between science and art. The very last are fire-and-ice themed blossoms. Red and white tipped petals from a handful of species.

It ends with a card. The letters are crude, blocky, and masculine.

"Brat." It says. And besides it, as a foundation, a rose serves to hold the stock's place in prominence. He hasn't forgotten. And she's well-missed.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Flowers, an abundance, left in a familiar place. They spill from vases, boxes, egg-cartons. It is a river of colors, woven together by green stems and leafage, displayed in explosive blooms and velvet petals. Some, less glorious than the more sensual and celebrated amongst them, are trail flowers. Small petals. Coarse to the touch.

Each, however, has been placed with obvious and inordinate care.

The pattern is cohesive. Expressive. There lives a story of movement told in the humble beginnings and expressed towards a swelling crescendo topped with flowers of romantic heraldry and designer roots where crossing species blends between science and art. The very last are fire-and-ice themed blossoms. Red and white tipped petals from a handful of species.

It ends with a card. The letters are crude, blocky, and masculine.

"Brat." It says. And besides it, as a foundation, a rose serves to hold the stock's place in prominence. He hasn't forgotten. And she's well-missed.

It had been awhile since she had been home. Other places. Other people. Other duties. All had contributed to keep her from this place. The door opened and she was overwhelmed. By color. By population. Vast arrays. Various scents. Her eyes didn't know where to stray or where to linger.

She remembered. Missed holiday phone calls. She was convinced he wouldn't hold it against her. He knew.

She approached the offering. There was no need to search for a card. She knew who they came from. Who they always came from. Yet, her eyes found card stock and well manicured, french tipped nails plucked the nestled card from the roses. A smile twitched her lips as she read the single word printed on it. Handwriting she would know anywhere.

"Brat."

The smile turned into warm, heartfelt laughter. Appreciative. The card was tucked into her ample bosom as she ventured deeper into her abode. A warm chuckle following in her wake and even though she was very happy and life kept her busy....

She never forgot nor did he.

And....

Ice was dearly missed.