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Post by Butterfly on Mar 5, 2009 10:14:54 GMT -5
A golden mare was walking in this unfamiler place, but it smelled familer. Humans Her heart pounded as she grazed. She was totally at ease, for she'd never been captured before, and she'd watched these places before. Butterfly shook her flaxen mane and she continued to watch where she was warily, she could tell someone had been here recenty. Maybe they found out she'd been watching?
This place was odd. The smelled of humans, and the old smell of fear. Probably of horses. Old hoofprints were everwhere, making it eerie. Rope imprints rested on the ground. Butterfly's eyes followed the trees, which seemed to cover the sky. She couldn't see it, but she could tell it was a windy, cloudy day. Mist hung lightly, only because it was early in the morning.
This mare was golden, like a trophy. Her mane was light cream, completing her beauty. Her amber eyes seemed to stand out, because her forlock fell over her eyes. Butterfly's mane and tell, her long, and her tail almost touched the ground. Her hooves were perfectly black, with a hint of grey. They weren't cracked, or filled with mud. You could tell she had been wild a short time.
Butterfly whinnied, she was worried and paranoid. She didn't know if humans were out to get her, scary right? She laughed at herself, but it was more of a worried one. Butterfly sighed and blew through her lips, continuing to graze. She lifted her head. The Spanish Mustang started to trot in a circle, a perfect Paso Fino gait. The filly started to gallop, and leaped into the air, gracefully landing on her hooves. She shook her mane and snorted at the impact.
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Post by FalconX on Mar 5, 2009 14:26:07 GMT -5
Roxanne
Roxy walked sullenly into the wranglers camp. Her usual energetic stride was gone, and the common smile was not on her lips. She was like a shell of who she had been before. Before her mother's death. She shook her head, and glanced around, trying to focus on the reason she was here, not about other things. Her chocolate brown eyes looked around the empty camp and a feeling of loneliness seemed to pressure her heart. Gritting her teeth she put her stuff down, sitting on a log and continuing to watch the area. There was practically no sign of life, but still, she waited. Horses weren't likely to just show up. She had to go find them. At the moment, she just didn't feel like going to find them.
Her gaze lowered to the ground, her gaze at the dirt just in between her boots that were powdered with dust. She kicked the toe of her boot in the dirt and watched with no interest at all, at the dust it has caused to stir up into the air. Hoof prints and prints of other boots were clearly seen in the hard ground and she sighed. A light breeze stirred her dark coffee colored hair, causing a strand to cover her right eye. She reached up and swiped it away, annoyed by it. Sitting up straight, she put her hair up into a ponytail, then grabbed her hat that was sitting next to her and put it on her head.
The sound of a horse trotting made Roxy freeze where she was. Slowly, she raised her head, her eyes landing on a gorgeous golden mare. A small light of excitement lit in her brown eyes. She wasn't that far away, slowly and cautiously, Roxy stood. Making sure that none of her movements were sharp. Her breath caught as she saw the mare break into a gallop, then leap into the air. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but it didn't come through. She hadn't smiled since before her mother was sick. The young mare was comical in the way she snorted when she landed, as if she didn't realize that the ground was so hard. Roxy looked again, really studying the mare, realizing that the young horse was in fact, not old enough to be a mare. She guessed the equine to be about two to two and a half years. Leaning more towards the two and a half.
Calmly, she made her ways towards the filly, careful to not make any movements that might cause the young horse to spook. Her gaze swept over the gleaming coat. It seemed that she wasn't wild, perhaps already tame. Yet, she did look flighty. She might as well try, softly, she started to sing, trying to get the horse used to her voice.
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Post by Butterfly on Mar 5, 2009 14:59:17 GMT -5
Butterfly lifted her head at the sound of a pretty voice. The mare nickered low, her flaxen mane blew out of her face. She lowered her head, but kept an eye on the human. She reared and backed up a bit, but stayed where she was, currently trusting the human. Most horses would run, but none knew humans like Butterfly. The filly pricked her ears and listened carefully.
The place around her was increasingly worrying her. She didn't like it a bit. The ground was flattened with foot-prints, hoof-prints, and the grass tasted funny, kind of like mud. Butterfly lifted her head and watched the human wearily. But she began to crave being stroke by one.
The filly really, more then anything, wanted to be beside a human again, but her wild instincts made her think twice. Butterfly whinnied and looked paranoid, torn, between two things. Obviously she was torn. It was hard for the mare to think, with the human's voice calling her. Not literally.
Butterfly stepped up, forward. She pricked her ears and watched. She wasn't going to let the wrangler hurt her, but if she was to be roped, so be it. The golden filly flicked her tail, slapping some flies. The golden one stared intently at the human, her heart screaming. She really wanted this, no matter what.
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Post by FalconX on Mar 6, 2009 13:48:39 GMT -5
Roxanne
Roxy watched intently as the younger horse lifted her elegant face, the sweet sound of the filly's nicker filled her ears. She froze and waited as the horse's front hooves lifted from the ground, then backed away. Just the fact that the mare didn't turn and run supported the theory that the filly hadn't been wild for long. Roxy continued to sing softly, choosing a song deliberately that had no high notes, not wanting to spook the filly.
The young horse seemed to be trying to figure out what to do. It seemed that the short time she had been wild had really effected her instincts. She had most likely been tame for the majority of her young life, yet, it didn't take long for a horse to grow accustomed to the freedom of the open range. However, horses that were raised by humans, didn't know how to care for themselves in the wild. Even now, the mare should know somewhat that the wild wasn't where she belonged.
The mare finally stepped forward once, still seeming to wait and watch for Roxy to do something. The golden filly seemed to almost accept the fact that she was likely going to be roped. Roxy continued her soft singing, taking a slow step towards the young equine. She reached for her rope and gently took it out, she put it in an easy loop, and flicked it, hoping it would settle softly over the mare's neck.
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Post by Butterfly on Mar 6, 2009 13:55:57 GMT -5
The filly felt the rope settle over her neck. She regretted it. The mare reared and whinnied, panicing. Wait wait, she needed to calm down. She wanted this? Remember? The mare nickered and confidently walked up to the human. She lowared her head and took a bite of grass. Once she swallowed, she pressed her nose to the human's chest. (hope that isn't powar-playing)
Butterfly tossed her head and kept an eye on the human. Her voice was very nice. Now she knew, she needed to be broken into a saddle. She remembered that training. But she had forgoten what it was like to hold a human on her back. Her owner probably did it too early.
((better post next time, I'll force myself, LOL)) |
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Post by FalconX on Mar 7, 2009 13:26:22 GMT -5
Roxanne
What Roxy has expected to happen long before, finally did. The mare reared, panicking because of the feeling of the coarse rope around her elegant neck. She continued to croon softly to the mare, trying to calm her down. She sank down so that more of her wait was on the ground, so that the filly couldn't lift her and in effect, get away. Confusion sparked in her brown eyes as she watched the young horse stopped, and then seemed to calm down. Roxy slowly got up and watched as the filly walked forward, without any fear in the fluid movements.
The feeling of the filly's forehead on her chest caused a small flicker of happiness in her heart. Yet it diminished quickly, like it had all times before. How could she be truly happy when her mother was dead? "Hey pretty girl" She whispered softly. The filly seemed completely at ease now. Roxy lifted a hand and stroked the mare's sleek neck. "You ready to go back home?" She whispered to her softly. She watched the mare for a moment. Reveling in how the mare seemed so eye catching, and she seemingly switched her personality like she couldn't figure out what she wanted. Sort of like a butterfly in flight, they never seemed to figure out where they wanted to go. Butterfly, yeah, she liked that name. "Butterfly, what do you think of that?"
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Post by Butterfly on Mar 7, 2009 13:58:43 GMT -5
Butterfly shivered at the human touch, which she hadn't felt in awhile. The filly nickered softly at her voice. Butterfly Whatever she said, it sounded nice. The filly shook her mane and nodded her head hard. Almost like saying, she was 'ready to go home'.
The filly blinked her large amber eyes and stood still. She tolerated the human girl. She had forgotten what it was like, and was excited to start up again. The shows, the grooming. Everything. Even though she was a mess, she was beautiful. Butterfly arched her neck, and as long as the rope would go, she trotted. Bending her legs, in a spanish trot.
It'd been awhile since she'd done something like that. She remembered her last owner teaching her that. It was funny, that she remembered it. But she was a Spanish Mustang. She looked like one too. Her lines were pure, and she'd been a planned foal. But she'd escaped. It was obvious she'd been a jumper.
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Post by FalconX on Mar 12, 2009 20:00:20 GMT -5
[My muse died for the post D=
Would you mind if we took her to Roxy's ranch or something?]
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Post by Butterfly on Mar 13, 2009 8:38:17 GMT -5
((sure LOL))
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