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Post by Story on Mar 30, 2013 10:10:47 GMT -7
Rather than get rougher as Nell had predicted, Slate tried out another tactic, moving away with his head down. To all appearances, he was pouting, nostrils flaring now and then as he raised his head to look at her before lowering his head and facing away. Where he'd picked this up was unclear. It wasn't typical behavior of the stallion. He was direct and forward, never one to turn his back on anyone or to mope around. And yet, the grullo stallion was indeed behaving this way.
"What's his problem?" Ryan asked quietly as he neared. Slate turned to look at him but proceeded to ignore him. Ryan had visited the stallion often in hopes of helping him get used to other people. It had gotten to the stage that rather than try to bite or kick, Slate just ignored his very existence. This was definitely progress.
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Post by Horse on Mar 30, 2013 10:14:02 GMT -7
Nell watched the stallion, rather confused by the... Pouting behavior. She shifted, taking a few steps to see what the stallion was up to. When Ryan came up, she turned to him, gave a bewildered look, and shrugged. "I think he is pouting... I have never seen him do that before. He was being all protective of me before. I don't know why." She spoke quietly, back turned away from the grullo mustang stallion for the time being. Her pale emerald eyes scanned Ryan's face for a moment before she left the pen, closing the gate with a soft click.
"I don't really know what has gotten into him. He kept trying to push me around, and when I refused, he got all. Mopey. I've never seen a wild horse do that before." She paused, thinking again. "A normal horse do that before." She said, looking rather confused.
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Post by Cloudy on Mar 30, 2013 10:16:51 GMT -7
Shadowfax craned his neck in Tally's direction, his warm eyes watching her careful. He didn't make a sound, instead waiting as Quinn exited his stall, fetched the halter, unclipped the crossties, and slipped it over the horse's head. He took a lead rope that he had fastened with clips on each end and proceeded to clip each side to the the halter. He gave Shadowfax a pat, leading him from the stall. He gave Tally a winning smirk, half of his mouth tilting upward in his signature half-smile, tilting his head to the side lightly in greeting. "Hullo," he said in his warm, relaxing, calm voice, smiling kindly. It made the long scar on his face pucker a bit, though. "That's a mighty fine filly you got there. She got a name?" Absently, re reached his left hand around to gently stroke Shadowfax's gray-dusted muzzle.
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Post by Story on Mar 30, 2013 10:34:38 GMT -7
Ryan let out a quiet laugh, keeping a respectful distance from the pen in case Slate became temperamental again. "I expect he's picked it up from the horses around here, you know? And he has become quite a bit tamer compared to before. So, he's pouting?" Ryan was thoroughly amused. "I guess it just goes to show that he really likes you, Nell. I think that's good. If you can just figure out how to channel it, then that'd be better." Ryan was just talking at the moment.
Phantom was in her stall, drooling a tad. She'd gotten her teeth floated and the sedation had left her looking a bit...impaired. Her blind eyes were half-closed, lids drooping, and her mouth hung open. It was rather comical. She'd be perfectly fine and alert within a few hours. She stood in the center of her stall, legs braced to keep her standing, though she'd taken a wide stance as if afraid to fall. She was in no danger though.
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Post by Horse on Mar 30, 2013 10:40:54 GMT -7
Nell let out a small smile, and nodded at what Ryan had to say. "Yeah, I guess that could be true. I haven't seen any of the other horses pout before though, but then again, I'm not their owners or the one that works with them." She said with a shrug, eyebrows furrowing for just a moment before she straightened from where she had been leaning against the pen fence. "Channel it..." She mused quietly to herself, mainly, thinking. "Maybe..." She shook her head, not mentioning the thought that she had. "I brought a halter and lead in there earlier, he didn't seem to put off by the ropes, and he actually let me touch his head, which was a first." Nell beamed for a moment, glancing back at the much taller boy. Nell was rather short, only standing at five foot three or four.
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Post by Story on Mar 30, 2013 11:03:24 GMT -7
"Are you kidding, Apollo pouts all the time. If you give another horse too much attention, he mopes about. He's good at it, too. He's a big softy though. I can't resist giving him more love. Those eyes..." Ryan said and then his smile widened. "Congrats. It sounds like all of that hard work is finally starting to pay off." He came closer now, leaning on the fence as he watched Slate closely. He knew that the stallion, while fussy, likely would just ignore his presence further. The fact that he no longer went into a murderous rampage the moment anyone neared was definitely good news. "He's definitely improving. He hasn't tried to kill anyone in a while, but then, we're the only ones that come in here." Ryan doubted that Slate would ever let anyone else in as close as Nell had succeeded in doing.
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Post by Horse on Mar 30, 2013 11:12:16 GMT -7
Nell nodded in agreement. "Apollo is adorable. How is he doing anyway?" She asked curiously, resuming her position of leaning against the fence as well. Her gaze flickered to the stallion, her expression was unreadable as she watched the way he moved. He really was a beautiful horse, with the unusual coloring, the rugged wildness, and the way he carried himself. Once he was more lean, and once Nell would actually get him to start excersizing more, he'd be a great asset to the ranch, besides his heart condition. Nell let out a low coo, calling for Slate, though, she didn't know if he would near the pair of humans. Nell nodded once more. "Yeah, he really has come a long way. I just hope he doesn't revert back into his old ways. That would definitely not be good." She spoke quietly, glancing towards Ryan once more.
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Post by Story on Mar 30, 2013 11:31:19 GMT -7
"Apollo is doing pretty well, I guess. He's gotten fat. We need to do something about that. I think we should look into helping him with his back because it causes him pain. And then figure out a way to help him lose some weight. I know we can put him into the pasture less so he's not constantly grazing, but other than that...maybe put him on the longe line a lot..." Ryan shrugged and then glanced back toward Slate. "He'll be a good mount one day, I hope." He commented, taking in the same appreciation that Nell saw. She had an English horse and Slate could do great with Western. Once Nell progressed with him, that is. Slate was currently watching the humans, giving up the act of pouting as he neared Nell, ignoring Ryan's presence as usual. He nosed Nell's hand warily. His forehead itched again.
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Post by Horse on Mar 30, 2013 12:13:13 GMT -7
Nell nodded. "Yeah, that would be a good thing. I can help out with Apollo, and Rizzo, if you ever need the help." She paused. "Yeah, I think a lunge line for Apollo would work. I'll ask my dad about getting... Maybe like, a chiropractor for horses out here?" She seemed amused by what she had just said. "A few of the horses need to go on diets, in my opinion." She said, pursing her lips for a heartbeat. She reached a hand through the fence to softly scratch Slate's forehead, cooing softly under her breath as she did so. "Yeah. He will make a great mount. I think he'd be good at barrel racing or maybe a cow pony, or something." She responded quietly, glancing towards Ryan. "Hey, at least he's not trying to kill you either. You've made a lot or progress with him, and I'm really grateful for that."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2013 14:44:44 GMT -7
Harry followed the directions given to him, continuing to gently stroke the velvety surface of Bone's nose. He removed his index finger shortly after and cupped the bottom of Bone's mouth in his four fingers and partially his palm. His thumb smoothed over the top, in response feeling the foal's nose push further into Harry's grasp. The Cheshire boy looked down with a hinting of delight in the back of his gaze. Both his hands dropped idly at his sides afterwards. "Could we go inside?" He hoped to get a better feel of the foal, meet it without boundaries such as this fence. Harry stopped when he noticed Anne looking towards a particular horse in the pasture. "Is that yours?" He intended to keep looking at Anne, await an answer, but Bone let out a deep-throated snort to signal his impatience and caused Harry to look his way.
The foal was familiar with people usually coming inside to greet him after some time on the other side of the fence. But these two were just standing out there, and taking too long! Bone nibbled on the wood of the fence lazily.
Pink's tongue was almost to the floor at this point. The hot summer heat was playing a major factor in her thinning energy. She usually could go on for hours, but she hadn't experienced such sweltering weather and was yet to get used to it. The weather in Cheshire was far less sunny and a bit on the nippy side. Pink faced Harley as his rump was thrust skywards. She ran at him, ducking her head and mouthing on his leg mid-tackle. A second after she let go and dipped her muzzle into a bowl left out by someone. The water wasn't exactly the freshest, but she was parched and it quenched her thirst, replenishing a lot of her energy as the liquid filled into her tummy. By now the mutt had accumulated a considerable amount of dirt and grime on her coat. And to add further to it, Pink sprang from the porch in hopes of leading Harley through a chase in the woods. Pink never strayed too far from the ranch if it was just her. However, if given a distraction such as a wild animal or a play mate, she could go for some distance. It didn't much matter though since she always found her way back home. Or, wherever Harry was.
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