|
Post by Tiggs on May 10, 2008 12:57:49 GMT
Jason gave a tug on the rope, warning the creamy to stop pacing. Checking Marie's saddle, he tied on the third rope when he was satisfied the saddle was sitting right. He picked up another rope, and threw yet again. This one he offered to Alison to tie on to her saddle. Marie smirked over her shoulder at Damon while Jason untied the first two ropes he gave one to Alison o hold, and held the other himself as he mounted Marie.
He shifted Marie so the lines were taught on the creamy horse. "We'll have to go the long way round so we keep to the open. We can't get him through the trees like this. Just keep the tension on, and ignore him when he starts to cause trouble. For now, we'll both lead him but if he tried to run forward, Marie and I will drop back. Gottit?" He winked and kept the rope he held taught, watching the creamy for signs that he was about to muck about. Despite having four ropes around his neck and being tied to two horses, Jason had a feeling he wasn't going to go quietly.
|
|
Tex
Inactive
@_@
Posts: 415
|
Post by Tex on May 11, 2008 2:35:56 GMT
Alison took a deep breath and nodded to everything when he spoke, not really listening. She was watching the odd behavior of the tame mare and the creamy stallion. Almost like she was in a trance, Alison tied the rope securely onto her saddle horn, and finally 'awoke' to what was happening around her. "Yes, sir!" Alison saluted to his half-command-half-request, making sure humour was still involved in this task. She clicked her tongue, and tapped her heels on Jesse's sides, who was staring pointedly at the mare. The horse was happy to have something to do, and trotted forward without two much urging.
|
|
|
Post by Illu on May 11, 2008 7:55:48 GMT
Damon made a pointless, half hearted little attempt to not get pulled, but he was finally realising there was no way out of this one, so he gave up pretty quickly and followed as slow as he could. He was starting to become very nervous when it came to Allison, simply because she wouldn’t stop staring at him. It wasn’t the ‘Oh my god, this horse is awesome’ stare he loved to get, it was something he couldn’t place, and he didn’t like it.
Jason however was very alert, and it didn’t take Damon much to figure out that he was just waiting for him to play up. It seemed a pity not to live up to expectations, so he suddenly put on a bit of speed, coming up just to the left of Marie, then aiming another bite right at the seat of his pants.
|
|
|
Post by Tiggs on May 11, 2008 11:17:52 GMT
Ask Damon made his advance, Jason swore and urged Marie to make a quick dart away from the oncoming stallion. Hopefully the rope Alison had charge of would catch him before his teeth settled on his rear. He stood hastily in his stirrups, trying to outmaneuver the creamy.
|
|
Tex
Inactive
@_@
Posts: 415
|
Post by Tex on May 11, 2008 11:22:54 GMT
Alsion was shocked from her daydream when the creamy ran forward, and she quickly grabbed onto the rope, and yanked back on it, then let go so the stallion would get choked, then run forward and get choked again by Jesse. Her patient mare was putting up with all this rubbish, thankfully, so Alison could put her whole mind to the task.
|
|
|
Post by Illu on May 11, 2008 11:26:52 GMT
Allison’s arm didn’t have nearly enough strength to restrain him; it took two trees before, a tug by a woman he hardly felt, so it was Marie’s quick reflexes which made Damon’s teeth clack in midair. None the less, Damon was feeling quite happy about it. He’d made Jason look like an idiot in front of his girlfriend, so he quickly settled in to match Jesse’s pace and overall looked quite smug with himself.
|
|
|
Post by Tiggs on May 11, 2008 11:41:22 GMT
"Argh, horrible little git." Jason kept Marie trotting forward. "Lets get him there as quickly as possible. He'll have to keep moving if we keep the ropes taught." Marie trotted on, glaring over her shoulder at the stallion. She huffed and pulled until the rope was tight. Jason had to slow her up a little so she didn't strangle the evil sod. It had been a while since Jason had tried to break in a horse, so he was hoping he could rope Alison into trying, or Summer if she was back.
|
|
Tex
Inactive
@_@
Posts: 415
|
Post by Tex on May 11, 2008 11:46:45 GMT
Alison was a bit shaken up after the stallion's attack for Jason's butt, and urged Jesse on to be level with Jason but far apart so the rope was taut enough to but pressure on it's windpipe. Alsion didn't like anything to attack her friends, including wild stallions who had just been roped, and she now counted Jason as a friend. Lucky for him. It was alot harder to make friends than it was for other people. Jesse whinnied to the other mare, wanting to make friends as well. "Hello! What's your name?" she called out in an english accent.
|
|
|
Post by Illu on May 13, 2008 10:32:14 GMT
Thanks to Alison trotting off to the side like that and Maire being bent on revenge, Damon found himself effectively sandwiched on all sides. He definitely didn’t like the feeling of being chocked like this. Even though it wasn’t strong enough to give him any trouble breathing, it was not a feeling he was enjoying in the slightest.
Damon's pace faltered and he made a harsh rasping noise as though he was suddenly couldn't breathe properly. He sloweed down suddenly as though to stop to catch his breath, but then went forward again as though being dragged by the pressure and need of proper air. All an act of course to get Jason to walk closer and release this stupid stranglehold they were both applying. After all, Jason had no way of knowing how hard Alison was pulling, or if his windpipe was collapsed from an overeager wrangler at some point or something.
|
|
|
Post by Tiggs on May 15, 2008 11:20:38 GMT
Jason frowned at the horse. "Woah, woah. Stop pulling." He called to Alison. "Walk in front of him, the rope'll just pull on his crest rather than his throat." He pulled Marie back a bit, getting a profile view of the ropes on his neck. They seemed loose enough. The creamy was just messing about.
Marie shied a little as Jason retrieved a long stock-whip from his packs which he had reattached when he had been securing the big creamy to Marie's and Alison's saddle. Patting the bay's neck, Jason reassured her that it wasn't for her and wafted the long thong in view of the creamy. "Get moving." He grumbled, keeping Marie at a steady pace to the creamy's left.
|
|