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Post by Horse on Mar 30, 2013 20:38:12 GMT -7
Nell raised an eyebrow. "Apollo is, he's such a sweetheart." She nodded. "Maybe Eli or Carson could us him for fixing some of the fences or moving heavy things, y'know? Just so long as it doesn't hurt his back." She spoke quietly, confidence lining her voice. She shoved her freehand into her pocket. "Body-paint? huh? I think I've seen that before. It would be cool on a white horse, especially, for the bones. I want to try that out someime." Nell was a bit of an artist, always sketching or randomly doodling in a notebook. She didn't consider herself good, but others did. It would be interesting to use a horse as a canvas instead of using paper, or, y'know, actual canvas. She cracked a grin. "I think he thinks I'm more of an object at the moment, and yes, I am thrilled he's doing this, no matter how... Hairy I get." She let out a gentle laugh, a soft sound that ended on a sweet note.
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Post by Story on Mar 30, 2013 20:49:45 GMT -7
"Not to mention filthy. He rolls in dirt the moment your back is turned after grooming him. Look at that." Ryan gestured toward her shoulder where dirt resided now. "You might want to wash that shirt tonight," Ryan winked before settling back. "Depends on what color paint you use on the white horse." Ryan pointed out with a wry grin. "I also saw someone recreate Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night on a horse before. I've actually got it saved to my phone." Ryan said, pulling the image up. Slate didn't seem to notice as Ryan neared, holding out his phone. Perhaps this was reckless behavior but Slate was too busy using Nell.
[Short, sorry.]
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Post by Horse on Mar 30, 2013 20:53:10 GMT -7
[Okay, that is just sick.]
Nell glanced at the photo, eyes widening slightly. "That is so cool! How did they get the horse to stand still that long?" She asked, rather puzzled. She'd never met a horse that would not have fidgeted about being painted on. Her own blue roan filly would have been a disaster to try that out on, but maybe Banjo. "Halloween is coming up. Maybe we could have like... A body-art contest with the horses, or a costume party? Or something. That would be kind of fun." Nell through out the idea, eyes slightly wide as she continued to stand still for Slate. "Man, I might just go and grab a grooming kit. It's been a few days since I've groomed him, and now that I can actually touch his head." She mused quietly, studying the grullo mustang stallion over for a moment longer.
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Post by Story on Mar 30, 2013 21:00:03 GMT -7
"That is amazing," Ryan agreed fervently. "Either the horse is really lax about this, was sleeping, or was sedated? I doubt someone would go to such lengths to do that though...so probably asleep or just really lax when it comes to the silly actions of said owner." Ryan was babbling and realized this, stopping at once. He tugged on the ends of his shaggy black hair before shrugging. "I can fetch the grooming kit if you'd like. I want to peek in on Phantom to see how she's doing. She hates getting her teeth floated and the sedation should be wearing off finally. We've gotta bring Apollo and Rizzo in soon," He added suddenly. "I forgot, last night. Callie was hiding and I wanted to make sure she came in since...well, you know, her being deaf and all. If she's left to her own devices for too long, things can happen."
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Post by Horse on Mar 30, 2013 21:07:38 GMT -7
"Yeah, that would be a little weird for the owner to give a horse a sedative just so they could paint on them. It was probably one of the former two." She said quietly, continuing to scratch Slate's forehead and neck, nose wrinkling faintly as she did this. "Naw, it's okay. I've got to bring Ash in anyways. I can help you with Apollo and Rizzo, and go and grab the grooming kit and possibly a blanket. Though, I don't know how he would react to a blanket." She said thoughtfully. "It is getting cold outside,and I don't want Slate to get, like chilled or anything." She said with a certain distaste. She ran a hand through her long, auburn hair, making a mental note that she needed to shower and wash her clothes before going to bed. She stifled a yawn with her hand, gaze drifting to Slate.
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Post by Story on Mar 30, 2013 21:35:48 GMT -7
"Do you think they do get chilled? I mean, he lived out on there for what...how old do you think he is? Ten years, maybe more, probably less?" Ryan said and surveyed the stallion. "He's looking pretty shaggy to me." Ryan grinned, eyeing the winter coat that Slate was developing. He wasn't sleek and, if anything, his fluff added to how big he looked. "He's like a little yak." He suddenly pictured the creatures in his mind with Slate blending in. "'Day Fourty-four, the yaks are still convinced I am one of them.'" Ryan spoke in a low monotone voice, voicing for Slate, though in a joking manner. "You can try the blanket, I guess, but I expect in a way, he's used to it. Not to mention he's got the lean-to shelter to get out of the wind. He spent last winter out here, right?" Ryan tipped his head, studying the stallion. "Once he's tamed further, it'll be a lot easier. As soon as he's able to be led around, you can probably get him into a stall, right? A big one, granted, but still..."
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Post by Horse on Mar 30, 2013 21:40:04 GMT -7
Nell nodded slowly, leaning back against the pasture fence once more. "Yeah... That is true. I didn't think about that." She said quietly, stifling another yawn. It'd been a long day, and she blamed her obliviousness on her exhaustion. She should have known better. Of course Slate wouldn't need a blanket. Very rarely, did a mustang, especially a mustang stallion get cold during the night. They were hardy creatures, after all, and probably had endured much, much worse out on the range. She smiled at the yak reference. "Maybe he's not even that fat, he's just all fluff." She said, a laugh playing on her voice. "God, come spring, he's going to be a shedding monster." She grumbled under her breath, eyes narrowed faintly/. Though, the teenager hardly minded, she was usually always covered in horse hair, and it didn't really concern the sixteen year old girl.
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Post by Story on Mar 30, 2013 21:50:29 GMT -7
"Hey, just collect all that hair that he sheds and you can make yourself a new coat! Eh? It'd be mighty handsome, I'm sure, and you can bet he'd be pleased that you like him that much," Ryan chuckled, watching the stallion. Slate had walked away from Nell, seeing as she'd pulled away. He lowered himself and began to roll in the stiff, cold dirt, sending up a small dust cloud. Before long, the ground would be too frozen for much dirt to kick up at all. It'd all be snow. The stallion didn't seem to mind though. As Ryan had pointed out and Nell had acknowledged, he was a hardy fellow. With his small, compact body and the thick hair he'd grown, he'd be pretty warm, though he'd be warmer still if he had a herd around him. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon though.
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Post by Horse on Mar 30, 2013 21:56:57 GMT -7
Nell grinned at this, dimples showing faintly in her cheeks before she stifled another yawn. "Well, Ryan. We should get to work. Hate to admit it, but I am dog tired. I'm gonna go bring Ash in, help you with Rizzo and Apollo, and then groom him, have some dinner, and then go to bed. Maybe." She mused quietly, not realizing that she was babbling a bit. "Man, I'm not looking forward to winter. The snow is gonna be awful." She complained, eyeing Ryan for a moment, her green gaze studying his gray-blue eyes. She glanced away for a moment. "Or the cold. I like spring and summer the best. Y'know? You can actually be outside without being miserable." She was babbling again, and quickly shut up as she straightened from where she had been leaning against the pasture fence, running a hand through her hair and rubbing at her face.
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Post by Story on Mar 30, 2013 22:13:45 GMT -7
"I don't enjoy winter much, either. I forget what it's like in Michigan, but I did grow up in Colorado for...a while, anyway," Ryan commented with a frown. "Anyway, yeah, no I don't like winter much either. Autumn and spring, yes. Summer, sure, so long as it doesn't get too hot. But no, I don't like knee-deep snow. Blech." Ryan glanced at Slate suddenly. "How's he gonna handle that with those stubby legs?" He asked and then his ADHD kicked in. "You're going to dinner? Mind if I join you? I haven't eaten yet." He said, slipping out of the pen carefully.
[Short.]
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