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Post by fearless. on Oct 17, 2008 20:32:13 GMT -5
A set of delicate hooves softly penetrated the snowy ground as horse and rider made their way across the rugged terrain. A large bay Hanoverian carried a medium sized girl through the cold snow. The girl patted the showjumpers neck casually and laughed when the big horse snorted.
"Easy boy..." The stallion was a little jumpy due to the nippy weather. He was full of energy and ready to run. Grayer, the girl, chuckled softly and heeled her horse lightly on the sides. He exploded into a gallop and quickly ran towards nowhere. Grayer laughed in delight and held on for dear life. "Slow down, Mode!" She giggled like a little girl, her hands growing numb in the weather.
I Only Date Models, or Mode, slowed to an easy canter and flicked his tail playfully. Grayer pulled back on her reigns and dismounted quickly. She heard a sudden noise from the bushes and zipped up her jacket tighter. She pulled her long brunette hair back into a braid and slipped on her gloves. Her hands instantly warmed and she grabbed her rope from the saddle bag. Her nose was a shade of red as she sniffled loudly. She only hoped that she hadn't scared whatever it was...hopefully a wild horse. Even though she showed purebred showjumpers, she still liked to have a variety of horses at her ranch. She really wanted a wild horse to train and take care of.
Grayer looked back to Mode and put up a fist and said, "Stay." The Hano lowered his head and pawed the ground. "No boy...don't move." Grayer shook her head and slowly moved away from the massive horse. Now...she would wait to see what had made the sudden noise.
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 18, 2008 11:10:17 GMT -5
Malachite //
The times Native American's that used to hunt the wild buffalo on their trusted steeds were long since gone. They moved on to richer lands, most horses being left behind or managing to escape back into the wild. When they still had the Indian owners, feathers were tied into their mane, and different paint markings were brushed onto their bodies. Now, each one has a different mark, or just simply a different colored mark. The horses were used to hunt buffalo or to take racing on a lazy day off. They would make great show horses, and you can tell for yourself. The way they hold their heads, their tails, and sometimes even arch their neck, they know when they're being paraded, and they love to show off.
One of the Indian Horses was wandering around, her pelt a flash of white along the dark forest edge, the brilliant black spots not helping to hide her in any way at all. Chocolate orbs peered ahead as a low whinny escaped through her maw, calling for her lost herd. Yes, there were a herd of them out there, perhaps in stalls, or still roaming, you won't know until you see one. Her harks perked up as she heard the sniff, and in a moment she was backing away. No, it wasn't that she didn't like humans, she had just never smelled one of such. The knabstrup raised her cranium and arched her neck, black and white banner flicking behind her. Now a nicker came from her, as she tried to figure out what it was.
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Post by fearless. on Oct 18, 2008 16:18:08 GMT -5
The 24 year old curiously peered around a couple of trees towards the sound. This was almost like a nicker, but she wasn't exactly sure. Mode whinnied loudly and flicked his tail, wanting to move around. He could smell the other horse and wanted to greet him.
Grayer smiled softly when she saw a black and white knabstrup stallion. She held her rope loosely, not really expecting the horse to let itself be caught. She reached into her jean pocket and pulled out a carrot. She held it out slowly and tossed it to the ground in front of the horse. She easily stepped back and rubbed her hands together anxiously.
Mode nickered softly and whispered, "What are you doing here, horse? Do you want to get caught?" His delicate ears swiveled as he spoke. He didn't really mind being Grayer's horse. She treated him well and he had fun showjumping. He loved his ranch and loved his girl.
Grayer slowly walked back to Mode's side and patted the stallion's neck lovingly. Hopefully this wild stallion would willingly come with her.
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 19, 2008 12:34:12 GMT -5
[Cough... Mare]
Malachite //
Malachite's harks twisted forward as she heard the tell-tale boots hit the earth. She heard the whinny clearly, though you would think a wild horse wouldn't be very close, she was just right of them, practically hidden except for the random spot where her brilliant white pelt shone through. Her orbs strayed over the rope in her hand, and then met the human's, practically daring her. But when the carrot was thrown she shook her mane, pretty much saying that she had already accepted the girl. It wasn't as if she had been wild all her life... only a year or so.
She lowered her neck gracefully towards the ground, and with a twitch of her harks, she picked up the carrot and started munching loudly, orbs straying towards the stallion that was with the human. She shook her white mane again, and then answered the stallion, "It wouldn't be bad. I really don't like it out here. Besides, most of my herd has been caught already," Malachite said, and then took another step forward as the human moved away. She wouldn't come completely willingly... not follow them or anything, but there wouldn't be much of a fuss otherwise.
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Post by fearless. on Oct 20, 2008 19:30:30 GMT -5
Grayer watched as the mare noticed her presence. She didn't seem to nervous...had she seen humans before? Had she possibly even lived with them? Her thoughts were confirmed when she ate the carrot immediately and gave her a look say that she trusted her. The girl smiled and tossed out another carrot to the knabstrup. "What should I call you, pretty girl?"
Grayer pondered this for a moment and then finally spoke, "How 'bout Malachite? Its not too feminine, but has enough power to it." She looked to Mode who snorted. "Okay...Malachite it is." She tightened her grip on the rope and swung it above her head for a loop. She tossed it expertly and it swirled right towards Malachite's gorgeous head.
Grayer prayed that the rope would catch and that it wouldn't startle the mare. In the next instant, the horse could be won or lost.
Mode snorted and spoke easily, "So you have been around humans? Intersesting...are you gonna let her catch you? She's a good human. Treats all her animals right." He nuzzled Grayer's back lovingly and sniffed for a treat. She willingly obliged and patted his blaze.
OOC: short...crappy...i know...
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 20, 2008 20:08:50 GMT -5
- Mine's shorter. xD
Malachite dipped her cranium again as another carrot came flying towards her. She delicately crunched on the orange carrot, chocolate orbs studying Grayer. Her white banner swished behind her, comtemplating on what to do. True, she could probably find her herd again sometime... maybe she even had them at her prison... but again. then her freedom was on the line. "Malachite?" she said, pretty much questioning Mode. Her brown orbs strayed towards the rope that was in Grayer's hand by now, and her muscles tensed, and nostrils flared. It was either flight or go... there weren't any other choices. Her muscles that tightened were visible underneath her spotted coat, but by now the rope was lying lightly on her neck. It had been many many moons since a rope or halter had been put on her, and the thrill of the hunt was long since gone from her heart, but the memories were still there. Man on your back, racing towards the fleeing group of buffalo, and then the whistle as the spear flies from your master's hand, and plunges deep into the wooly hide. That was something no horse from her herd would ever forget. "Yes, though darker skinned than yours." Malachite answered, not bothering to answer the other half of his question, for it was clear as the rope around her strong nape. "What is your definition or right?" she asked warily, hoping she hadn't just made a grave mistake.
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Post by fearless. on Oct 21, 2008 20:36:15 GMT -5
Grayer smiled when Malachite ate the second carrot she tossed at her. She could tell the horse wasn't afraid of her. That was a good start in a relationship with horses. Get rid of the fear factor. You won't get anywhere until the horse trusts your every move. Hopefully that wouldn't be too hard with the knabstrup.
Grayer breathed in deeply when the rope landed around the mare's neck. She grinned and muttered, "Yes."
Mode shrugged his muscled shoulders and said, "I don't know...My show name is I Only Date Models..so I wouldn't be complaining..." He chuckled and flashed a horsey grin towards the wild mare. "My definition of right is that she feeds us good food, turns us out to run, excersises us daily, bathes us, brushes us, keeps us healthy, cleans our stalls, and most importantly, gives us treats." He thought Grayer was the best owner ever. She hand raised him and he wouldn't ask for better. She loved and valued each and every one of her show horses in different ways. Mode would always be her baby...
"Guess its a little too late to change your mind, huh?" He laughed and nodded towards Grayer, "Don't worry. I look like I'm okay don't I?"
Grayer walked calmly towards Malachite and extended and dainty hand. She opened up her palm to reveal a big, juicy apple
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 24, 2008 17:56:07 GMT -5
The spotted mare looked towards the human when the rope landed on her neck, and a slight tug followed afterward. Her chocolate brown eyes stayed trained on the human, one ear tilted towards Grayer, the other towards the stallion. "My, that made her happy," she murmured to the equine, her banner swishing again behind her. Showing she was quite comfortable in this situation, ever so slightly a back hoof was rested on the ground, cranium lowering slightly. As the stallion said his name her head rose again, a short and light whinny coming from her maw. "What an interesting name!" and then she quieted down again, letting him finish.
"Being turned out? Stalls? Exercise?" she asked curiously, wondering what in the world he was talking about. The only restraint she had ever been given was the corral at the beginning, and then the reins in her mouth, without a bit or any like. No saddle, just the human on her back, the wind in her mane, and the deer skin bridle that was used just for a tad of control, she was way more responsive to the slight squeezes on her side from the human, and of course, none of these terms she had been quite familiar with. Except bath, run, food, and brush. That was about it. "I don't quite know exactly what you're talking about Mode..."
"I could still change my mind if I wanted, though it wouldn't do any good, of course. Yes, you look like you're plenty fine, though you mouth looks uncomfortable," she mentioned, watching warily as the human started walking towards her. But when Grayer extended her hand she didn't move, only her eyes got slightly wider and gave off a sparkle as they stared at the apple. Her tongue stuck slightly out of the side of her mouth as she continued to stare at the apple, waiting for the human to come a bit closer so she wouldn't drop it and have to pick it up.
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Post by fearless. on Oct 30, 2008 20:23:10 GMT -5
Mode shrugged and nodded thoughtfully, "A lot of things make Grayer happy..she's just an overall joyful person when it comes to horses." He flicked his tail towards his girl and laughed with the mare. "Ya...it is pretty interesting...considering I don't even know what a model is. Some human thing I suppose..."
"Well...being turned out means that instead of being in a stall you are put in a big, huge field to run and roll and play. Stalls are where you stay during the night so we don't get cold. They are the equivelent to a human bedroom. Excersise is whenever Grayer gets on our backs and rides us around. Its really not as bad as it sounds...but since you said you've been with humans before..." His sentence trailed of slightly. "Well...you'll learn soon enough if you come with us."
Mode shrugged and his ears twitched. "You could...but you'd be making a mistake..." He shook his head and chewed thoughtfully on the cold bit in his mouth. "Its not that bad...you get used to it, and Grayer doens't use harsh bits like some people do...so be thankful for that."
Grayer smiled and took a step closer to Malachite. She stretched her hand even farther and waited for the mare to take it.
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 31, 2008 20:00:25 GMT -5
Malachite flicked her banner as well, not realizing she was mimicking Mode. "Happy is good, there have been some horses taken by a cruel hand..." she said, trailing off at the end and remembering. Some of the equines that had been lassoed with the rope, watching as the screaming horses were brought down to the ground, thrashing and kicking and screaming all the while, eyes rolled back to reveal pure white. These images were burned into her mind, though she remembered her first capture by the darker-skinned Native Americans. With their gentle ways, and coaxing that a horse couldn't help but to give their owner their complete trust. She was still listening to Mode's words, and when he explained, she bobbed her cranium once, showing she understood what he meant, except for a couple of the expressions still.
"Hmm..." Malachite said, glancing at Mode's muzzle as he chewed on the bit. Her own mouth seemed to ache and her muzzle scrunched up as she imagined the thing in her mouth. "Not quite sure I can stand that, it looks repulsive!" she said, lowering her ears slightly closer to her cranium as she spoke. Her chocolate orbs now switched quickly to the human that had walked forward, hand extended. Auds flipped back up curiously as the human stopped, as if waiting for something. Malachite took a couple steps forward herself and nipped Grayer's fingers, the way she was taught affection, and it usually earned a laugh. Her used-to-be owner's laugh was the world to her, her favorite sound. More so even than an apple falling off the tree with a loud thump.
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