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Post by Story on Mar 28, 2013 21:22:39 GMT -7
Slate didn't seem to particularly respond to Nell's cooing. If anything, he found the repeated words a tad annoying and tended to tune her out half of the time that she talked. She talked to him differently than the other humans that ever neared his pen ever did. He hadn't seen the halter and lead rope yet, though he'd seen them in the past. He hadn't been particularly excited to see them. The tall human male that sometimes came along with Nell often came alone and at his most recent visit, had brought these along, allowing him to investigate them. He'd thrown a huge fit before eventually settling down. Ryan hadn't used them. Slate didn't question why. He just seemed relieved, though he'd been agitated for the rest of the day.
By the time he caught sight of the lead rope, he was already calmer, relaxed by the touch on hi neck. He'd only allow Nell to touch his neck to halfway up, as well as his muscular side. His legs and especially his head, were forever off limits. It was difficult getting him to hold still during a grooming, though he never did bite or kick at Nell. Sure, he'd put on one hell of a threat display, but he would never act on it.
[Going to bed. I'm tired. Goodnight.]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2013 21:59:25 GMT -7
Harry looked rather lost from where he lurked in between the main dwelling and the pasture. He gravitated slightly towards a black colt standing idly at the fence, his interest clearly peaking whenever his eyes rested on it, though he didn't make any move to approach the horse. He didn't have much experience with horses, coming from a town that had little room for equine, but he was at least willing to learn. Harry stared on in silence and quite frankly he enjoyed it. It was peaceful, listening to the nature sounds that he didn't often hear in Cheshire. The ranch was certainly a new environment. And the good thing was, was that he really did like it, all the mountains and wilderness and big open sky. It was very different but in a good way.
The peacefulness wasn't necessarily shattered, seeing as Anne's presence wasn't a bad thing, but instead simply altered. He turned to glance over her and the canine companion flopping at her feet. An idea quickly sparked when he recalled Anne being skilled with the ranch and horses and all of that cowboy stuff he hadn't a clue how to do. "Good morning," He said in the same usually deep voice. It was a tad bit different though, somewhat rougher being the first time he'd spoken out loud since waking up. Was it even still morning? It felt more like noon. "The director that led us in here on the first day said something about horses and choosing." He made eye contact with her as he spoke, a natural thing for him and many others, before glancing back over his shoulder at Bone who remained at the fence. "I want that horse. How do I get it?" He asked in all seriousness upon turning back around.
Harry hid his hands in his pants pocket, waiting patiently for some insight on the western ways of winning over a horse. He was unsure as to what he needed to do; feed it, bathe it, buy it. In all honesty he had little to no experience with animals in general.
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Post by Horse on Mar 29, 2013 7:15:31 GMT -7
After a few minutes of letting Slate investigate the lead rope and halter, she turned on her heel to put the halter down by the fence and turned back around with the lead rope. She stopped cooing to the grullo stallion and paused for a moment, pale emerald eyes scanning the mustang's body language. He seemed relaxed enough, soothed by her petting his neck a few minutes prior. She hummed something under her breath as she stepped next to his shoulder, pausing for a moment before she gently rubbed the lead rope against the side. She stood on the balls of her heels in case she needed to get out of the way if he reacted badly. She just wanted to show Slate that the rope wasn't a bad thing. It wasn't going to hurt him, and she wanted to build a basis with him in trusting the halter in lead if they were ever going to get anywhere.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2013 7:33:14 GMT -7
Anne fixed her attention on Harry, Harley averting his gaze to the male as well. Both of their brown eyes held an inquisitive spark to them, before Anne took a step or two forward and chuckled, watching the horse. "I never would have thought you'd be the type to be interested in the horse world." She smirked teasingly before leaning forward on the fence to get a better look at Bone, Harley following and stopping to sniff Harry's shoe. "That one, then?" Anne had no idea where her own mare was, somewhere far off in the pastures. Her head shot around as Harley sprinted off to join Callie, a bewildered expression on her face as the golden dog joined his companion. She proceeded to chuckle lightly.
The teenager slowly began to climb the fence, looking around to examine everything around her. She cautiously fell to her feet on the other side rather gracefully, tucking a stray brown hair from her messy bun behind her ear. Her long legs worked with her feet as she stopped a necessary distance from Bone, tilting her head and holding out her hand as she began to wheedle him. "Hi, pretty boy. How're you? You wanna come over here and say hi to Anne?" She coaxed, leaning forward with her arm lightly extended if he wanted to sniff her hand; her demeanor calm and welcoming. She remained patient, not knowing if this colt was shy, antisocial, friendly, skittish or just mean.
She glanced over her shoulder and shot Harry a genuine smile, as a result crinkling the scar on her cheek. Her gaze skimmed over him, before she winked quickly and turned her attention back to Bone. The colt was certainly a looker.
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Post by Story on Mar 29, 2013 8:00:15 GMT -7
Slate jerked away from the contact that the rope made. He acted as if the rope had burned his skin. He stared at Nell, eyes wide with small betrayal. So, she had resorted to the ropes? He wasn't fiercely upset or anything, just a tad irked. He moved away from Nell to investigate the food left out for him, tail swishing. He did not seem to mind that the days were cooling off rapidly. He was, after all, a wild-born mustang. Though he was a tad on the chubbier side, he still retained his sharp mind.
Callie let out another sharp bark of joy, leaping clear over Harley's back, agile frame clearing the dog with ease. Her feathery tail waved continuously and she nosed her companion, trying to lick his muzzle. Ryan had always said that one day, he would get a doormat that said," Warning, dog can't hold it's licker." He thought it suited the Border Collie quite a bit. Her blue eyes sparkled with that ever-burning light of life as she romped with Harley.
Ryan dismounted from Phantom's back in the pasture, approaching the two horses that had become almost inseparable. Rizzo swished her tail as she lifted her head, studying him for a moment before lowering her head to resume grazing. Apollo, on the other hand, stepped closer, pushing his broad head into Ryan's hands to accept a few ear rubs, eyes closed. Ryan murmured his praise before approaching Ratchet. "Stayed out all night again, Ratch? Aww, buddy. I'm bringing them in tonight. C'mon. You can sleep in Callie's bed tonight." Callie usually slept at the foot of his bed or by his pillow anyway. She was a bed hogging dog but Ryan wouldn't have it any other way.
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Post by Horse on Mar 29, 2013 8:09:58 GMT -7
Nell followed the stallion, keeping a distance for a moment before approaching his other side with the lead rope. While he was distracted by the food she had set out, she let the end of the lead rope trail along Slate's muscular side, falling silent once more as she waited for his reaction. She was glad that he didn't seem to upset. It was a good sign. He just needed to get used to it. It was going to take time, the sixteen year old understood that, but she was going to try and get him to a point where he could be a functional ranch horse. If it hadn't been for his heart condition, Nell probably would have let the stallion go back out to his home. It broke her heart to see a wild horse held captive by fences and ropes, but sometimes, it was necessary. It was better for him this way.
Rhett was sitting on the porch of the bunkhouse, pink tongue lolling as his ears flicked. Suddenly, he was on his feet racing towards Callie and Harely. The Irish Setter was a sweet dog, and well trained for that matter. He was intelligent and playful, and knew when to back off. He grabbed up a nearby stick and yipped at the other two dogs, begging them to chase him. His butt was sticking in the air, his feathery tail waving in a russet blur.
Ashkook's ears pricked at Ryan, Rizzo, Apollo, and Ratchet. The golden stallion approached carefully, head lowered slightly as he investigated the group, melted gold eyes scanning carefully before he raised his chiseled head, letting out a low whinny of greeting as he stopped a few yards away from Apollo. The stallion was just looking for company, he was lonely, finding mares in this small pasture was too much of an effort. He just yearned for a herd mentality, so he hoped that one of the mares of the draft gelding wouldn't run him off.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2013 8:36:26 GMT -7
The gold dog yipped cheerily, crouching down in a playful position. He had those warm, welcoming brown eyes that observed any and every movement. What the Heeler was mixed with was uncertain, whether a Golden Retriever or Yellow Lab the reason he had such yellow fur was uncertain. Just being a few months over a year old, he wasn't quite to his uncut male ways, but could be pretty protective and possessive over his owner or friends.
His eyes followed her and he barked when she jumped over him, whirling around to keep his attention on her. When she licked his muzzle, Harley proceeded to sniff at her face, whining before noticing another dog nearby. His ears perked forward in curiosity as he eyed the Irish Setter closely, tilting his head at his tactics.
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Post by Story on Mar 29, 2013 8:43:00 GMT -7
Unfortunately for Ashkook, Risen Star shunned him, turning a cold shoulder on him. She was not an easy mare to woo. She seemed to be the only one that had a problem with the stallion's presence, but even she only moved away to continue grazing. On the other hand, Apollo stepped closer to nudge the stallion. The gelding had no such reservations, intent only on making plenty of friends, though he moved with a submission that spoke of his lack of desire to get into any sort of fight.
Phantom stepped forward slowly, blind eyes wide and ears swiveling frantically for the sound of the nearby horses. "Did you grow lonely, Phantom? Hmm? C'mon over. Make some friends. It's just the usual gang and Eli's stallion. You're allowed here." When the mare had found Ashkook standing between her and Ryan, she stopped, letting out a quiet snort.
Callie didn't hear the sound that Rhett made of course. She was unaware of his presence until she caught his scent. Her tail wagged as she bounded toward him, repeating the feat f clearing her friend's shoulders. If she wasn't deaf, Ryan would have considered training the energetic dog in agility. He supposed he still could. She would be paying attention to his every move, so she would stay on course,mat least. It sounded like it'd be fun.
Callie had not yet been fixed other but Ryan was planning on taking her soon. It might stop her from stealing kittens that she tried to nurse herself. She had protective instincts like any other female dog, though hers seemed heightened. Were it not for her congenital deafness, she might have also been a good mother herself. No doubt she would not be his though. Someone would have adopted her.
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Post by Cloudy on Mar 29, 2013 8:44:52 GMT -7
The silky, glittering white coat of the Lord of Horses glowed slightly in the sun's rays, casting a magical sheen across the powerful stallion. His colorless tail swished back and forth lazily, his head craned forward, gray-dusted muzzle tugging half-heartedly at the grass before him. His soft, brown eyes were hooded, focused on nothing in particular as the beautiful being grazed. The stallion was a sight to see, with his pure coat and sleek, powerful body. His speed was a sight to behold; he could run and run and run and never seemed to tire. He was, as Legolas had said, one of the Mearas - the Lord of all horses indeed.
Quinn's green eyes narrowed marginally, his sun-tanned face pulling into a kind smile. The long scar that ran down the side of his face - marring his beauty, some would say - puckered up. He let out a soft whistle to his steed - to Shadowfax.
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Post by Horse on Mar 29, 2013 9:02:14 GMT -7
Ashkook immediately took to Apollo, lipping at the gelding's man. His ears flicked and he tossed his cloudy mane. The stallion was acting oddly. He normally never associated with any horses that were not mares, whether they be fillies or colts, stallions or geldings. But he was lonely, and he took the company in stride. Ashkook pricked his ears at Rizzo, snorting softly as his tail swished. He headbutted Apollo gently, in a playful manner before bouncing back a few steps, tossing his head. He was acting like a colt, just wanting to have a good time. He neighed loudly, pawed at the air before circled. He trotted off a few steps, tail flowing in the air like a banner. He arched his neck, striking out with powerful legs. Unannounced by him, he was putting on a show, like any of the other horses would care. One was an uninterested mare, one was blind, and the other a gelding.
Rhett took off like a bullet, the large stick dragging on the ground before he stumbled, went flailing on his back before he regained his footing. He barked loudly, tail waving over his back before he launched himself at Callie, knocking her over gently as he sat on the Border Collie, leaning down to lick her muzzle as he whined softly in happiness.
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