I, unfortunately, own absolutely nothing having to do with the movie Blade Trinity or the Blade series. I own only the figments of my imagination.
"Whistler wasn't the only one being held under stablilized conditions," Blade snarled at Hannibal King as they walked to the other side of the basically empty parking lot.
"That still doesn't answer my question. Who is this guy?" King whined.
"Girl," Blade snarled again as they reached the truck and trailer. He peered in the window and smirked as he caught the girl sleeping. Blade rapped on the window lightly and she opened one eye, and then both. She smiled and jumped out of the truck.
"I'd hug you, but you're not one for affection," she joked as she closed the truck door just as her black lab jumped out after her.
"How have you been?" Blade asked as he looked her over. Tamlyn had always been pretty with her chocolate brown hair, short, skinny frame, and high cheekbones. She was wearing nothing out of the ordinary, a pair of Levi's and black, slightly fitted T-shirt, hair pulled out of her face in a low ponytail.
"I've been good," she nodded. "Who's your friend?"
"Introduce yourself," Blade said to King without turning his head.
"Hannibal King," he said as he leaned forward to shake her hand.
"Tamlyn Clark, and this is Colby," she replied as she returned the offer of a handshake.
"Find it alright?" Blade interrupted.
"Yes, and I'm not liking it, and when they see it, they'll hate it," Tamlyn replied as she motioned toward the trailer.
"They?" King questioned the contents of the trailer.
"Yes, they. Come on and I'll show you," she said as she walked to the back of the trailer with both men following behind her.
Tamlyn opened the back of the trailer, and opened the first two separators revealing only empty space. She opened the third separator, untied a white mare, and led it off the trailer.
"This here, is my girl," she said patting the horse.
"Her registered name is Sporadically Ethereal, but everybody calls her Dixie. She's a five year old, 15.3, cremello Quarter Horse," she explained as she handed the horse to Blade to hold.
"She ground ties if you're not that interested. Drop the rope and she's not gonna move a muscle," she said jokingly as she got back into the trailer. She quickly opened the next separator, untied the horse, and led it off the trailer.
"That, is a monster," King proclaimed as both Tamlyn and the horse jumped off the trailer.
"No, this is my baby boy. Meet Audaciously Bodacious, or Jack. He's a seven year old, 17.3, black Thoroughbred. He was gelded about 9 months ago, just after he was bred to Dixie," she said boastingly of the horse.
"I'm sorry, gelded?" King questioned the term.
"Castrated," Blade said blankly while looking at King, who in turn looked at Tamlyn for confirmation of the definition.
"He's right," she ratified.
"So, he got her pregnant, and then had a horse vasectomy?" further questioned King.
"Yes," was the one word reply from both Tamlyn and Blade.
"But if he had a horse vasectomy nine months ago, how is she pregnant?"
"A horse's gestation period is 340 days, roughly eleven months," Tamlyn explained.
"Are you done?" Blade said as he threw King an annoyed look.
"Yes," he replied almost down-trodden as Tamlyn loaded both horses back onto the trailer. All three headed to the truck after Tamlyn had closed the back of the trailer.
"So, where we goin'?" she asked as they all reached for the door handles.
"Something we like to call the Honeycomb Hideout," King answered after all doors had closed.
SO! It's been a while since I've even visited here. SCHOOL! being the main reason. Stay in school kids, it's good for you. My King Arthur story sort of died off due to the absence, but I'll keep this one as updated as possible.