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Post by sam on Jun 30, 2009 21:49:39 GMT -5
The chestnut filly grazed in pure boredom now. Her stomach was content but now she felt as if she should eat because she had nothing better to do. A sigh escaped her lungs, rippling the grass around her velvet lips like waves in the water. She glanced up, looking towards the direction where the human's fences and houses lay.
She would just have to find something to do then.
With confident strides, she made her way over, hurried to see if anything interesting would be happening in the human's land. She came to the crest of a sloppy hill, glancing down at the fences and stalls below. Horses grazed just as lazily in their fences as she was just a moment ago.
Witch Craft snorted, not pleased with this discovery. Something interesting had to be happening in a place her mother had forbidden her to see when she was young. Her mother never let her do anything fun. So this place must be fun.
She carefully picked her way down the slopping hill to stand a few horse-length away from the wooden fences. Her ears pricked at the strange sculptures, nostrils flaring to catch the unfamiliar scents of the paint on the fences. Then a completely new scent came to her.
Human.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jun 30, 2009 22:59:32 GMT -5
Rylie was in the hay room, sweeping around the stuff and stacking bales neater. It was always a peeve of hers. She was loading the loose and old straw onto a little rig that was hitched to the back of her four wheeler.
When she finished her duty, she hopped onto the four wheeler and drove it to the pasture that was right behind the stable paddocks. She stopped and swung the gate open and drove through to the back side and spotted a figure near the fence. These wanderers were quite regular over here these days. She studied the horse, noticing it was a little filly. But she didn't pay any mind because the girl was causing no trouble so far. Rylie liked the "visitors", it was nice that she could provide them some rye grass since Twotail didnt get the automatic watering her pastures did. But her dad would have had nothing to do with that if he were still alive. He would be the first to shoo them or catch them.
After she snapped out of her train of thought, she started throwing the hay out of the little trailer. It all landed on the other side of the fence - the side the filly was on. But she was far away from the horse, she knew how the wild ones liked their space.
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Post by sam on Jun 30, 2009 23:20:16 GMT -5
The wild growl and rumble of a monster echoed in the arena. The filly jumped, startled. Her muscles tensed as if she would bolt but something made her stay. She spotted the monster not far away, a human perched on it's back. Upon the monster's tail was a bail of hay. The scent came to Witch Craft, promising nutrition and a full stomach, though she was quite content with the grass already in her belly she wouldn't mind snacking off the rich hay.
The beast stopped and the human seemed to catch sight of Witch Craft. The young chestnut flinched when the human's eyes landed on her. Unsettled by this, she moved a little farther away until she spotted some hay flying over the fence. Instantly, her head went up and her ears pricked in interest. Hesitantly, she edged closer. She took another small step, then another. Her body wavered slightly, as if she was unsure of the hay. She stopped a small distance away from the human and the delicious hay. The filly stomped a front leg, shooing away a fly while also showing her frustration at this.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jun 30, 2009 23:34:46 GMT -5
Rylie turned out of the corner of her eye as the filly jumped when she moved over to throw it over. She had partial attention on the horse as she kept nearing slowly and cautiously. She giggled when the horse stomped her foot. Pondering on wether or not it was in impatience or just for different reasons. Hopefully the frale girl would eat some of the straw.
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Post by sam on Jul 1, 2009 0:31:36 GMT -5
She snorted and blew through her lips. The human didn't move closer or farther but a strange bubbling sound came from her. Witch Craft pricked her ears at the strange noise. She hesitated, debating rather she should turn and leave or try to get the delicious hay.
For a moment, she stood there, arguing with herself. A heart beat later and her mind was set. Slowly and carefully she edged forwards. She stretched her neck out, lips just reaching the hay. She ripped away a piece and watched the human cautiously as she happily chewed.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 1, 2009 9:24:14 GMT -5
She finished off throwing the hay and she sat down on the seat of the fourwheeler and was quiet. Rylie watched as the mare edged toward the hay. She just sat in silence , resting over the handle bars. She didn't want to startle her but was so interested - as usual. She didn't want to intrude on the horse's space, that would probably be a fiasco anyways.
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Post by Elizabeth Journey on Jul 4, 2009 0:36:03 GMT -5
(ooc: if its ok if I jump in)
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"The Black Devil" stood on the hillside watching as the little chestnut filly stood there watching the human and the large rumbling monster. His black mane and trail flowed with the wind as he watched them stand there looking at each other. He wasn't the one who would run down there and tell the young mare what to do...just yet. He watched as the human give the filly a hay bale and that sweet smell traveled to his muzzle. He has seen this girl before it was out in a pasture a couple days ago, when he tried to steal a couple mares, but its wasn't workin out for him and she tried to rope him. If she did, she would have hell to pay.
Devil's ear's where flat on his neck and he pushed off his hindends and galloped forward toward the chestnut filly and that human. When he got closer he started to bare his teeth and the filly and kinda slowed down to a controlled canter and as he got a little closer he could smell the sweet hay and then looked down at the young filly and pinned his ears at her and did slow down to walk to that sweet hay. He watched the human and the filly and once he found a good place to eat the hay and find the good hay he would stand there and eat on it a bit.
The hay was a very sweet tasteing. He never took his eye's off Rylie. He was not going to let her get a second chance at catching him. He was going to make sure of that and if he had this young filly with him, it would be ok.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 5, 2009 19:02:23 GMT -5
Rylie saw the damned black stallion appear again. Ol' boy just couldn't get enough. She scorned to herself about him as he took over the mound of hay. She hopped off of her four wheeler and reached through the fence and started grabbing straw and tossed it off to the side so there would be two piles.
She shook her head as she did what she was doing, keeping her eye on the mischievious stud. Ever so often she would glance at the filly, hoping the frale girl would take a bite of hay.
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