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Post by Tiggs on Jan 7, 2009 12:11:21 GMT
Since Rezar's capture, Kessa had been fascinated by the men's huts. When she had first met Rezar, she had fled him and found herself inexplicably drawn to the hut down by the Cascades. Now, with Thalera at her side, she approached this hut in the light of late evening. This was not her first visit here, but it was the first time this season that the men were here. Her heart raced, and she crept forward. There was no sign of men inside, and the only life was a collection of three horses in the corrals. The giant pale stallion caught her eye for a moment, but then beyond the pale palomino mare, she saw the young buckskin.
She whinnied and trotted up to the fence, pushing her nose through the bars as she had done many times when the men were absent. Her yearling colt hung back, still terrified by the odd scents and sounds of this human place. Kessa was insistent, and she beckoned the buckskin over. "Tell me about the men." She whispered, her eyes eager for a response. |
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Post by Illu on Jan 9, 2009 9:44:52 GMT
Holy cow, was this mare crazy? J.D had barely noticed her approach. Stealth was something he had been steadily losing since his capture, and it appeared so were his senses somewhat. He thought he saw something move, and turned his head and almost started in surprise at seeing a silver mare pressed against the rails of the fence. His first instinct was to squeal in surprise but he caught himself just in time. The last thing he needed was the mare caught for his foolishness.
”Are you crazy?” he hissed with gritted teeth, keeping his head level with his back and walking quickly over to her. The place was quiet, and even though Sam the blue heeler was not around, there were still other dogs on the property that could start yapping at any minute, not to mention people all around the place that could show up. ”Hang around here and you’ll find out first hand!” |
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Post by tingara on Jan 9, 2009 12:17:01 GMT
Wrangler Sam Breen had sprawled himself onto his makeshift bed next to the fire place feeling quite happy with himself. After dragging the crazy carrot-top colt back with the man he now knew as Jason, Sam had managed to score himself another quality horse. When the two wranglers had arrived back at the hut another was packing to leave, saying something about a better job somewhere else but why you’d want to work away from these mountains Sam had no idea. The man leaving had offered the horse at an extremely good price and of course Sam had jumped at the chance.
Unable to sleep the man thought of all the things he could do with J.D. He was young and well trained, it would be interesting in training the stallion further. Maybe in a specialty? Campdrafting would be an interesting discipline to try, more complicated than what he did now. All the man did at the moment with the horses he caught was simple training. Gaining trust in humans, breaking them to halter, and teaching them how to be caught, led and shoed quietly. By chance he pulled himself up off the floor to look over his new colt before trying to sleep, at what he saw nearly made Sam fall over from shock.
A creamy! A bloody silver and her yearling foal were at the bloody fence. Picking up someone’s boot off the floor the man tossed it at the closest human, a woman named Alison. Not checking to see if she’d woken up or not Sam crept outside only wearing a pair of jeans. Why waste time putting on a shirt and shoes when you had a shot at a silver brumby? Quietly he reached for where he’d left his rope on the veranda. His heart pounded manically in his chest and the man willed it to still itself. To him it was beating so loud it might scare the mare away.
Willing Cas, J.D and the other horses in the paddock to stay quiet, Sam slank towards the mare’s head, at the ready. Before he got close enough to the mare Sam unhitched and opened the gate ready to drag the mare inside, he was unaware that the woman’s two year old filly was standing by the gate. Quickly and expertly he slipped the rope over her head and braced himself for the outburst that would surely follow.
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Post by Tex on Jan 9, 2009 23:01:45 GMT
Alison woke up very suddenly when her sleep was rudely interrupted by a boot bouncing off her back. She looked up, bleary-eyed, ready to kill the person who had thrown that stupid boot. Let's see... everyone else was asleep... but the bed of Sam was empty. Huh? Why had he thrown a boot at her? Did he want her to see something? She crawled out of bed and tossed some clothes on, being as fast and silent as she could.
She was finished and outside by the time Sam was very close to the brumby, rope ready at his side. She looked on with confusion, and started when he opened the gate. No! Couldn't he see her filly standing right there?
"What are you doing?" she hissed as the rope flew around the mare's neck. The door was wide open for her horse to escape, and all this guy cared about was catching a fabled silver. Alison ran with long, fast strides to his side and restrained herself from kicking him in the gut. Her filly was already gone.
She felt very downcast. She had risked a lot to get that filly, including a silver mare the other blokes had wanted. And now she probably would never see her again. The young woman stared absently into the bush, muttering swear words under her breath, until a small movement attracted her attention to a foal right next to the mare. The mare went all the way to their hut with a foal? Was it insane?
She backed off a bit, and waited for both of them to get caught, her hands in her pockets. He could do it himself now.
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Post by Tiggs on Jan 9, 2009 23:35:30 GMT
So engrossed in the buckskin, Kessa snorted. "I won't get caught!" She nickered, staring intently at the young stallion. So intently in fact, she missed the rope snaking around her head until she felt the first graze of it on her neck.
In utter surprise, she backed up, her rump swinging round and knocking open a badly-secured paddock gate, opening the corral housing the two-year-old brumby filly. She thrashed and squealed, shaking her head as she tried to rid the sudden constraint, completely oblivious to both humans.
Thalera looked on in horror, frozen as he watched his mother fight to free herself. His legs were locked, and the yearling could do nothing but stare. |
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Post by tingara on Jan 10, 2009 2:29:42 GMT
“What the hell are you doing? Does it look like I have two bloody sets of hands?” Sam called at the woman. Seriously, what the hell was she doing just standing there? “Get the colt, I’m busy with this girl,” he called out to her again. Struggling with the silver mare, the man attempted to get her into the corral. She was putting up a bit of a fight but if the woman got off her ass and got the colt the mare might follow.
Damn he should have worn gloves. The rope was starting to burn his hands. Clicking his tongue, the wrangler suddenly stopped moving, making reassuring noises at the mare. The horse needed as little stress as possible.
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As soon as she saw the gate open, Birubi was gone. Although she’d been with Alison almost two years her spirit had remained intact. It felt like a dream, the filly had dreamed of this moment ever since her capture. Though she was a little sad to leave the woman. She’d been kind to her, a gentle voice and touch, someone to trust. With one last look back, Birubi took off into the snowgums, a call of joy threatened to escape but the horse stifled it. Her mother would be so surprised to see her, and her brothers and sisters.
What had changed since she’d been away? Had her brothers started to gather fillies, was Tingara still King? So much to catch up on, so many things to relearn.
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Post by Tex on Jan 10, 2009 5:11:26 GMT
Alison scowled at the ground, and reluctantly moved to help him, slinking into the pen and pulling the rope from there. She would definitely miss her filly, and decided right there and then to go looking for her again when the sun rose. Now with two humans pulling on the rope, their strength would be more than enough to encourage the mare to move with them, and get its tail into confinement. The colt just looked on, terrified, and she hesitated. Since he had seen the mare first, the other guy would probably take her, but she could claim the foal and not lose too much tonight.
She pulled the rope back enough to hook it around a pole that wouldn't move from where it was stuck in the ground, so the guy wasn't just working with his own bare hands. She then moved out of the pen and around behind the foal, trying to figure out how to try and make it go inside as well. Perhaps it was scared enough to accept comfort from anything that wouldn't hurt it?
Alison clucked her tongue and held out her hands, low enough to not be a threat and letting the scent get to the colt.
OOC- gah, sucky post
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Post by Illu on Jan 10, 2009 15:03:07 GMT
Great.
Just peachy.
If it were physically possible for a horse to slap his fore hoof against his forehead as a sign of exasperation, J.D would be doing just that. How’s that for clever? He told her to look out or she was going to get caught, and look! Without skipping a beat there she was with a rope around her neck! To make it worse the colt in tow with her was going to be sucked along into the mix as well.
One ‘I Told You So’ was totally coming up on IOU.
For now, he had to help, somehow. The smell of sweat and fear in the air was doing nothing for his nerves, so J.D reacted in the only way he could, rearing up and bucking as though frightened of the commotion in a vain attempt to provide some sort of distraction. He didn’t want the mare caught! That would be two in here on account of him and he didn’t need that on his conscience.
As for the colt, was he stupid or something?
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Post by Tiggs on Jan 10, 2009 15:15:48 GMT
The golden palomino was terrified. The rope around her neck was tugged and pulled, and she had no choice but to go along with it. Her eyes were wild with fright, and almost blind for all the good they did her. The shapes of men so close only scared her more, and just seeing the snaking rope made her shy in fear.
Unknown to her, she had been led quite easily into the corral the filly had just escaped from. The rope scared the rotund mare into going in any direction it pulled -- she was even too frightened to go against the pressure of it.
Thalera on the other hand had almost let his fear allow the man within striking distance. The sudden sound of an unknown horse snapped him out of his trance, and he squealed and danced sideways. Unwilling to leave sight of his mother, he danced around the corrals, keeping a strict distance between himself and the barriers as if there was some kind of invisible line. |
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Post by tingara on Jan 10, 2009 15:54:40 GMT
Still grappling with the mare and attempting to ignore the harsh burning sensations shooting through his hands, Sam backed his way into the now empty corral. The mare followed nicely, all the while obviously thinking she was still nowhere near capture. Without warning the man let go of the rope, slid through the rough wooden fencing and closed the gate. Sam was pretty sure he’d scored some splinters on his bare back to go with the rope burnt hands.
But it was worth it.
There in the corral in the moonlight, was a silver horse to call his own. Why was she still so frantic? Sam saw the reason for the mare’s panic in the form of her colt. Hadn’t the woman caught him yet? “Look sheila if you need help catchin’ him, all you have to is ask,” he called almost snidely before turning back to the mare. “Hey girl,” he cooed softly, “settle down there. There’s no need to fear me.” Over and over the man whispered it to the brumby, making no sudden movements or change in voice.
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