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Post by dukeduke on Sept 28, 2008 21:36:20 GMT -5
Dee swayed into the wrangler's camp. Her long brown hair was in a ponytail and it bounced along with her body. Her hands gripped the faded leather reigns lightly,her mount required very little ordering.Her horse, this time, was Duke. His long black mane and his dark colored bay coat shivered as a fly landed on his flank. He snorted and flicked his tail at it. Dee smiled and entwined her fingers in his mane. She untangled them and pat his side soothingly. Duke's hooves left impressions in the thin layer of dirt and sand on the ground of the Wrangler's camp. Dee stopped when Duke stopped and perked his ears towards a sound he heard. "Go get it." she whispered in his ear, crouching down against his neck. Duke took off, charging towards the sound wiht his neck stretched and his body lowered to the ground.
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Post by Frenzi™ on Sept 28, 2008 21:57:50 GMT -5
Estella/
A strikingly gorgeous mare was prancing around a tree, quite bored out of her mind. She had no idea at all that her pretty hooves had taken her deep into Wrangler territory, as at the moment she was in no herd, and didn't have an inkling to what the boundaries were, other than the smells. Yet even here there were many scents of equines, like herself, and she didn't scent any immediate danger. Though the scent of the two-leggeds was strong, it was that way pretty much everywhere, even in the outskirts of the herd lands.
Her pretty bay bodice brushed against the tree, her hooves snapping sticks. There was no reason for her to be quiet, as she didn't know that she was in any danger here. Not for her life, but danger of her freedom. Her cranium rose sharply, auds pricking, orbs turned towards where the voice had come from. She hadn't understand it, but she definately understood the hoofbeats that were pursuing her. Her cranium snapped the other way and she took off, hooves thundering against the loose dirt.
Muse: Low, but good!
Other: So very pissed...
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Post by dukeduke on Oct 13, 2008 15:04:40 GMT -5
Dee leaned further into her horse's thick black mane as he picked up speed as he chased after, well, whatever he was chasing... She gripped the reigns for dear life as he pounded across the ground. Her pony tail flapped along behind her. Duke's boa was stretched as long as it could go, his head straight and his eyes intent on something unseen by his rider. And himself rather...But he could hear it. A horse. A mare. And she was healthy and he wanted to bring it back to the ranch with his rider. His pistons stretched out to their full length as he lunged along on the grass. He scented the wilderness, and he scented, not fear, but excitement and exhileration. He picked up speed and then he let his vocals ring out to the mare he was chasing. "Stop! Please! I won't hurt you! I just want to talk!! Please?!" he was running out of steam, and he couldn't lose this horse for her. He just couldn't.
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