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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 12, 2009 18:29:41 GMT -5
Colt was drifting down the red dirt road to his land, brand new horse in tow. A stallion, as a matter of fact. He rested his arm on the window pane of the black dodge, tapping his fingers to the radio as he slowly swung the rig into the driveway, passing under the entrace slowly.
Once he made it to the barn, he backed the truck and trailer to the breeze way. He killed the ignition and stepped out of the truck, onto the nerf bar and finally to the ground. He made way to the back of the Sundowner, swinging the big door open and carefully stepped inside the rig.
After he made it in, he unhooked the slant and relieved the rope of being tied to the hook. He nudged the big stallion on the chest a tad to back him out of the trailer.
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Post by piston on Jul 12, 2009 19:16:25 GMT -5
Obediently; his hind end tucked hellward and his head dropped, shuffling all four feet backward until he found the edge of the trailer. Discovering it, he stepped off it, popping backward to give Colt room to dismount the Sundowner himself. Head high, Piston gazed around expectantly. Where was his blanket? Where was his stall ball? This was not home. This is not his routine. Snorting heavily, he stuffed his face back toward Colt, blowing hot breath on the top of his head and lipping lightly as he crowded closer to his newfound human thing. Now Colt was the only familiar thing -- all of this was extremely ... different.
Crab stepping around to stand just behind Colt's left shoulder, he trembled. At any second now, something no doubt extremely scary and extremely horse-hungry would dart out from any dark corner and G E T H I M! He knew it. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, nostrils large and blowing. Save me, Dad. He crowded closer, tromping on the back of his heels and giving Colt flat tires.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 12, 2009 19:48:34 GMT -5
Colt stepped off with a small leap, grasping the lead firmly. He shut the door behind him and his horse. Taking a step to the stalls, the other horses were already bailed in for the night, all of them standing in their stalls. Piston would definitely be housed on the opposite side of the breeze way from his two mares. He just recently separated the boys from the two girls, and figured he could just lounge in the paddocks with the geldings.
He made way to the designated stall and slid the door to make a gap to enter the box. He slid the gate behind them and removed the halter from the horse's large head, rubbing his solid jaw with his rough hand.
You and your testosterone, you may just run this show.
He said with a crooked grin. Talking to the horse like he would understand the words he spoke. He patted the broad shoulder of the stallion and waited to see what he would do next - how bad he'd flip out.
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Post by piston on Jul 12, 2009 23:42:44 GMT -5
Twitching and skittering sideways as the other occupants of the barn whuffled there sleepy greetings, the keyed up individual took in all the sights with great curiosity, head flung high and legs high-stepping as he practically floated down the aisle. Reaching the box, he considered - briefly - acting up and coincidentally thought better of it; his rumbling stomach getting the better of him.
Piston entered the large stall politely - he waited until Colt had stepped aside before stepping in after him, shuffling to obediently pivot on the fore and allow his new master to remove his halter. Taking in the scene, nostrils flared; his large head swung left, and then right; his white nose thrusting out before him like a flashlight. Nosing the full water and food, he snuffled, grabbed a huge mouthful of hay, glanced at the ground and then collapsed - legs buckling as he flopped on the straw floor without much fanfare, rolling onto his side and grunting as he eyeballed Colt.
Tired. Long day. Thanks Dad. You're dismissed. His body language was evident; no hint of malice or mischeviousness.. just a tired stud. He chewed thoughtfully - whilst on his side - and sighed, rubbing his head against the bedding violently. Once satisfied he had cured his facial itch, he sat up; still prone on the ground but no longer imitating a dead horse.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 13, 2009 0:00:38 GMT -5
Colt shuffled out of the way of the rolling stud. He shook his head and rolled his eyes in a nonsense fashion. You're something else, I tell ya. He heaved a soft sigh and turned to retreat from the box.
Throbbing feet made way back to the cement of the stable's breeze way, he slid the door back and locked it. He leaned against the stall door though, and through the gap he gazed at the now content horse simply sprawled on the stall floor.
He felt a disturbance at his foot, he turned to see his blue tick hound tumbling around his feet, sniffing. Damn dog. He found his gaze back up quietly, relieving a slight yawn. Gus sniffed under the stall door, catching the scent of an obviously new resident. He twitched his head and peered up at Colt with droopy eyes then back at the stall door like it would magically open or something. Damn dog, he pondered again, shaking his head. His attention fell back onto the horse - a challenge.
Colt had to reassure himself that today wasn't even a full day, and they havent done a thing as a duo. He still held that reminder in his mind, a challenge. He could only imagine what in the world was up this one's, metaphorical, sleeve.
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Post by piston on Jul 13, 2009 0:53:36 GMT -5
Snuffling the edge of the door himself; Piston blew firmly at the four-legged critter on the other side of the door. Jumping to his feet, he leaned forward to swing his head over the stall door, staring down at the dog in excitement. A F R I E N D! Kicking the stall door, he drooped his head as low as he could, snuffling at the top of the hound's head, mouthy lips popping incessantly. Oooohhhhhhhh a buddddddddddyyyyyyyy...
Leaning out to glance at the latch, the bay bumped it with his nose, watching the door hinge rattle with mild curiosity. Latches. Hmm. Bumping it again, he cocked his head to eye how the mechanism worked, curiously dragging his teeth across the top of the door; hindered in this by his still present cribbing collar. Sucking on the top of the door, he attempted to jostle it, shake it loose in some way -- and ended up nowhere. Huffing, brown ears fell flat and he stares glumly at Colt, apparently depressed. Sucks, Dad.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 13, 2009 1:15:19 GMT -5
Gus yelped a bit and jumped back and belted a bark from his deep lungs. He bowed on his front feet and wagged his tail, panting from the split second excitement. Colt stepped back and watched the two mess around a bit and saw the horse attempt to escaped the stall.
Silly boy, your mouth can't undo this contraption.
He shook his head with a laugh that had a tone of accomplishment, almost proud of himself, that the horse couldn't get out of the box. You have a whole paddock behind your stall and you wanna get out this way. He shifted his weight on his feet and watched the horse with sheer amusement.
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Post by piston on Jul 13, 2009 11:46:38 GMT -5
Snuffling at the dog, Piston was amused. He was a rather well-rounded stallion and had a history of stall buddies - goats, sheep, chickens, dogs, even a barn cat or two had made their way into visit the stallion at his last home. Nosing at him cheerfully, the bay pivoted on a hind and spun around to investigate the rest of the stall.
Finding the gap at the rear of his box was fairly straight forward. Popping his head outside into the fading light, he huffed, glancing around suspiciously before bolting out into his paddock with head raised and tail flagged, smooth canter giving way to an even smoother flat run. Like a kid on a sugar high, he tore clockwise around the paddock, stopping short at his neighbor's fence and throwing his head over to investigate the occupant (or lack there of). Finding nothing of notable interest, he tore off again in the other direction, stopping in the middle of the paddock for an air show - leaping, twisting, kicking, farting and otherwise bucking out his pent up energy.
Once exhausted of this, his nose hit the ground and he pawed lightly at the dust beneath his feet, legs folding to flump and roll.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 13, 2009 12:20:57 GMT -5
Gus backed off finally after sprinting after a mouse. Tail cocked and head down to follow the trail of the snack. Colt watched as his horse spotted the back door of his stall to the paddock of his own. He waited for Sarg (click) to come about, hearing the ruckus of his new neighbor.
Sure enough, Colt saw his nose then whole frame appear in the paddock beside Piston's. Sarg snorted and relieved a low grunt as the stallion ws spazzing just a bit. Sarg paced the fence, head hung low until he paused about in the middle of his trail, nose bobbing in and out of the gap between the high pipes.
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Post by piston on Jul 13, 2009 15:15:40 GMT -5
Rolling on his left side, he dug his neck into the flying dirt and flopped all the way over to thoroughly coat the other side as well. His rolling finished, he dove to his feet and shook violently, dust flying off the coppery pelt. Bending partially to stretch, he spotted Sarge. Piston meandered over to visit the buckskin, ears flicked forward as he bobbed a nose out to meet the other horse. After a moment, he squealed and danced away, trotting back to dive inside the stall; grabbing another mouthful of hay to chew messily and smother Colt in needy horse-kisses. Large feet kicked the stall door again as he clamored to get out, annoyed at the stall latch.
[00C - kay. I'm like dead. Would we like to move on? lol fast forward a day and change topics?]
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 14, 2009 13:10:25 GMT -5
[[OOC: lol okay, poof, next morningggg.]]
Colt walked out of his house about seven in the morning, Gus trotting behind his heels. He was comfortable in tennis shoes and shorts and no shirt. He made way to the stable and straight to the feed room. Gathering the buckets of feed, he was welcomed with shrill whinnies and the random poundings about the stall doors.
He made way to look over his new addition, seeing Sarg's face plastered to the bars that were the barrier between himself and Piston. Curiosity, obviously, getting the better of him.
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Post by piston on Jul 14, 2009 14:19:21 GMT -5
[ yay for liquid time! ]
Piston was not a morning person. Er, horse. Instead, he stood with his voluminous rear plastered to the stall door, ears flattened as he stared back at the dog-like buckskin gelding with less than a humorous expression. T'were he to talk, he'd probably say something overly grouchy; along the lines of DEAR LORD, WHAT?!? but instead, he simply glared at the other horse. He wasn't normally such a piss, but mornings were not his forte. To be honest, his prior owner had avoided showing him because of his attitude in the morning and given that most events started at the crack of dawn during the summer, that meant Piston was a grouch. All. Day.
At the smell of feed, his head game up a fraction of an inch and he flipped an ear back, craning his neck to glance over his hips at the mostly nekkid Colt. A loud bellow tore from Piston as he pivoted to hang his head over the stall door, chomping at Gus as the dog passed. Playfully, of course. He had no intention of truly connecting with these teeth of his.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 14, 2009 18:26:09 GMT -5
Colt undid the latch that slid the feed trough and hay cradle around to his side - lazy technologies these days. He dumped the feed into the trough and slid the contraption back to Piston's side.
Mornin' boys.
He said half-heartedly. If it weren't for his critters, he wouldn't be up at this time. Gus jumped at the site of the bay horse then growled when he was a safe-distance away - like he was unknown of the horse playing just like yesterday. Clueless mutt.
Sarg finally peeled his forehead from the pipes as the new horse moved away, he snorted loudly and pawed at the wooden door before him, impatient for food. Normally, he got his first, now second? C'mon, boss - this is abuse. He beckoned a cackle of a neigh, semi-quietly and waited for his food to come back around in that magic bucket and dove in instantly.
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Post by piston on Jul 15, 2009 23:35:07 GMT -5
Ignoring the dog's panicked bark, his massive head swung back to his feed and he dug in, knocking most of the hay out of the trough and onto the bedding below where he dropped his head to continue eating in almost a grazing-like fashion. Returning to his trough, he picked up a mouthful of the less than tasty stuff - the weedy underbelly of the flake, no doubt - and crammed it deliberately into his automatic waterer, listening to the satisfying hiss of the float valve as it bounced and water slopped out.
Returning to his trough, one stiff white lip flicked the remainder of the weedy junk out of the box and he dove for the tasty bran beneath, snuffing up a mouthful and chewing sloppily as he turned to eye the impatient Sarge with an air of authority. Ha. Ha. I win! Flicking his ears back, he glared at Gus as the dog charged back along the aisle in pursuit of something else, possessive over his grain now that he was satisfied with the layout of his meal.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 16, 2009 13:16:00 GMT -5
Once all was said and done, he mozied about the whole stable. To his other geldings and his 2 mares that were on the opposing side of the stable now, to theirselves. He finished up and headed back to the house, sill in a half-daze. Gus finally trickled behind him on clumsy feet. Licking his chops, Colt sighed, that dog was better than any cat he had to admit.
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