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*Snort* -- Lightning, 18:34:48 02/01/02 Fri (h24-66-188-155.du.shawcable.net/24.66.188.155)
*pale colt tosses cranium into the air and snorts nares quivering, watched the two legged beast capture the other two foals* *Lobes pricked listening to the rope whistle when thrown* *dark lamps are locked upon the feared two legged animal, lobes swival* *muscles tense under pale coat ready to dodge when the whistle was heard* *slender fores strike the ground and bottlebrush flicks* *hopes to slip through the grasps of the man back to his dam* *perhaps he would be let free yet his doubts those chances and watches hoping when the chance comes he doesn't miss it* *trumpets loudly holding cranium high lamps never leaving the man, he was forever ready to run, dodge, and strike*
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Laughter -- Jack, 19:07:13 02/01/02 Fri (d106.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.90.173)
The man changes his mind and lets the colt go. Looking at the pale stud colt he takes his ropes and urges his stallion into a gallop. His rope is flung and he misses. The man curses under his breath and strikes again, this time catching the colt.Pulling his horse side-ways he drops the lasso after 'dragging' the colt back into a smaller paddaock were he was alone. Another rope is thrown and dropped. The colt would learn to stop when he steps on the rope. The man smiles, un hobbles the filly and puts her in with the colt, without the ropes on.
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Cry -- Lightning, 21:03:36 02/01/02 Fri (h24-66-188-155.du.shawcable.net/24.66.188.155)
Pale colt calls to his dam, beast on two legs caused great pain. Lobes pinn bottlebrush flicking and hunger fills his dark orbs. Never in his life has the 2 month old colt been away from his dam for this long. Whinnies loudly for his dam or sire to come rescue from the beast that causes great pain. Dam and sire has taught the pale colt many things of the wild but pain was not one. Dam has told him about the feared two legged beast but young one has never encountered one before. Hoping to wipe the smile off the man's face, pale colt nips him harshly before the man leaves him.
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Thought -- Jack, 09:02:35 02/02/02 Sat (d91.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.90.158)
The man shouts in surpise and pats the colt on the head. Sitting on the boards of the small coral he watches the colt fondly. The colt was young and he needed food, but would he eat. He threw in some hay, since the colt would be used to trying out grass by now. A little sweet feed and the man leaves to mix up a formula of milk. Putting the milk in a bottle and bringing it into the corral, he set up a concution, which held the bottle without the help of Man.
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Avoid -- Lightning, 13:40:33 02/02/02 Sat (h24-66-188-155.du.shawcable.net/24.66.188.155)
The curious pale colt slowly approaches the bottle, extends plush as far as he could, sniffs at it. The scent of man fills nares and creamie squeels and trots away. Avoids the two legged beast and paces the fence looking for away to escape. Kicks up his hind legs at the boards but is not strong enough to kick it down. Hunger weakens him and the pain of hunger doesn't ease off. Slowly approaches the bottle once more, sniffing at it, then nudges curiously. Tiny lobes flicker listening to the sounds around him. Memmories of stories his dam told him brought fear, and the memory of pain the two legged beast brought just a little while ago, stood out in his short mind.
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Watcher -- Jack, 17:01:33 02/02/02 Sat (d56.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.87.121)
The man looks at the colt and wondered if his mother had moved from the tt she was last in. Perhaps he could gain control of Golden and bring her back towards the colt. Until he was 6-8 months of course. The man focuses his eyes on a distant tree and begins to walk towards the colt, a soft voice calling out. "Easy, boy. I'm not going to hurt you anymore, back there? It was just a little something to keep you from hurting yourself and me."
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*Escape?* -- Allusions Image, 20:39:28 01/20/02 Sun (snjts6-34-112.jersey.net/209.66.34.112)
*the older and larger pied femme shadows the flame hued filly's movements, sticking close by, as much as comfort as protection, she too lifts her muzzle in a call for her dam, wishing to be out of this human ridden place, but she was too small to jump the fence, but perhaps to wriggle under it? Filla lowers herself to the ground, trying to squeeze herself out of the fence under the lower board*
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*Watch* -- Amir Ai-hawa ~Wind Prince~, 20:14:01 01/15/02 Tue (snjts4-33-245.jersey.net/209.66.33.245)
*young colt watches the man as he watches them, his taunt black bay coat gleaming in the sunlight, he was the Wind Prince, never was he meant to be within the boundries of men, he was destined to grow wild like his father, the Wind himself, he paws the ground, he would make an escape*
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*Cry* -- Faye, 20:25:56 01/15/02 Tue (snjts4-33-245.jersey.net/209.66.33.245)
*young filla moves easily around the corral at a floating trot, small bottlebrush curled over her back, she calls for her dam over and over, wondering why she is not here, she does not even seem to notice the man, only wishing her dam appear to take her home*
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*Primal* -- Dance Away, 12:13:47 11/12/01 Mon (snjts5-34-6.jersey.net/209.66.34.6)
*she snorts, ears lacing to crest, she had been denied what she had been promised, she arches her neck fully, a sound of angery and rage coming forth from the mare's open mouth, such a unique sound as it cannot be called whinny, or whicker, or snort, nor any other name for the sounds a horse makes, eyes rolling back into her head, she throws her weight back against the halter, but soon submitts again for she can not stand long against the pressure of the rope upon her face nor the hobbles, she eyes the man, a fire blazing behind her brown eyes, snapping teeth threateningly, she could not understand what he had said, all she wanted was to see her stallion! As the tack is replaced upon her she shakes her head, moving forward to the hay bin, searching for a place to rub the bridle off, she watches as steed reappears, swishing her tail for she was still in heat, but the rage inside her building, she greatly appreciates the efforts but the tack is there to stay until the human takes it off, she stands paciently, unmoving, finally the wretched hobbles were off! Both were wise to step away! Mare flings herself wildly within the tether's range, barely touching the ground she bounces around, hooves flying in every direction, causing a great cloud of dust and dirt to rise up, flinging her head back she screams, a bone chilling cry, unearthly and savage, throwing herself violently on the ground, trying to rub the saddle off, she does this repeatedly, all to no avail, finally, panting she stands, her platinum coat darkened to pewter with sweat, taking a long drink of the water in her bin, and again rubbing her head, trying to at least rid herself of the bridle*
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*Fierce* -- Siran, 19:36:49 11/13/01 Tue (209-193-14-7-dial-ha1.sol.acsalaska.net/209.193.14.7)
*Dark steed whinneys shrilly to his mare, trying to comfort her in any way possible.He trudges around the fence, snapping as he is shooed away by the man, this meer two legged creature could not make him fear.
Ebon dial is thrown and he emitts a warning to the other steed within the pen, he would return for her...*
~OOC: Yea thats great! Thank you much...~
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Go ahead and take a side ,heads or tails,I flip it and don't worry you'll probably win,she'll go free -- Jack, 14:49:20 11/14/01 Wed (d173.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.90.240)
>*Dark steed whinneys shrilly to his mare, trying to
>comfort her in any way possible.He trudges around the
>fence, snapping as he is shooed away by the man, this
>meer two legged creature could not make him fear.
>Ebon dial is thrown and he emitts a warning to the
>other steed within the pen, he would return for her...*
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>~OOC: Yea thats great! Thank you much...~
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Tails -- Siran, 18:42:24 11/17/01 Sat (209-193-14-209-dial-ha1.sol.acsalaska.net/209.193.14.209)
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Tails it is. -- Jack, 16:21:10 11/19/01 Mon (d146.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.90.213)
A slap is given to femme's rump after all tack is removed.The gate is opened and he lets out the deadly fatal.
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*Rear* -- Dance Away, 16:58:11 11/10/01 Sat (snjts6-34-84.jersey.net/209.66.34.84)
*mare rears as the whips is snapped, not liking the sound, she snorts, her eyes wide, rims of white shown around, the inner red membranes of her nostrils are shown as well, she watches him as he ties the second rope around the post, she leans backward, testing the strenth of this new rope, although the wooden post creaks it holds as strong as the other and femme gives up so she will not choak herself, she snorts as he approaches, tossing her head, eyes wild, skiddishly she moves away from the apple at first, striking at it as if it were a threat, when it does not fight back she lowers her head slightly, sniffing, keeping an eye on the human all the while, finally she takes a bite, the apple sweet she finishes the rest, still snorting she moves away again, all the while looking for a way to escape*
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Watches her before walking towards her -- Jack &El Diablo's Envy, 11:39:12 11/11/01 Sun (d52.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.87.117)
Lowering the whip he stuck out his hand asking for her to come to him.Holding onto one rope he moved it closer to her before leading her into a round pen with solid walls up to 7 feet.Shuting the gate he cut the ropes off and snapped his whip after moving into the middle of the circle.Steeping infront of her shoulder he snapped the wip in front of her face.Whistling to his stallion in the other pen he opened the gate and let the stud in.
Seeing the mare the steed walked foward and bared his ivories demanding obediance.Rearing up he claimed her as his own before herding her off to a corner of the pen.
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*Snort* -- Dance Away, 12:23:02 11/11/01 Sun (snjts7-34-182.jersey.net/209.66.34.182)
*platinum femme snorts at the gesture made by the man, was he asking her to come, femme snorts and half rears, squealing, she should do none such at this point, she follows far behind as he leads her into the round pen, and once there she snorts, eyeing the 7 foot high walls, they were solid and she had no way to determine if the landing was safe on the other side, she would not attempt such a jump, then the whip snaps infront of her face, angrily she turns and screams, galloping maddly around and around the pen tirelessly, looking for escape, freedom, but none would be found, she stops and watches as the stud enters, she squeals at first, this stallion was not Siran, striking at him, angered and upset by the smell of human on the stallion, but she was also in heat, and therefore receptive to him as well, finally she moves off towards the corner with him, watching the human untrustingly*
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Don't Be Afraid -- El Diablo's Envy, 17:23:38 11/11/01 Sun (d31.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.87.96)
Nipping femmes hide slightly he nickered to her, hoping that she would get over her fear of Jack. Looking into her ouli he explained why Jack had sent those horses to the slaughterhouse. First off, because he needed the money to help a sickly mare that was his dam. Nudging Dance Away’s flank he nickered. Though having a bad reputation Jack wasn’t mean at all.
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*Curious* -- Dance Away, 17:33:31 11/11/01 Sun (snjts6-34-101.jersey.net/209.66.34.101)
*platinum femme was curious, hereing the words from the stallion she was not sure what to think, were the words true, or were they merely from a deluded horse, tamed and loyal to the human? She feels a bit more comfortable with the stallion between she and the human, but this one was also defending the two legger and may very well offer her up to him, she quiets a bit, but nostrils still flare in aggitation, the human may be not be mean, but he limited her freedom, she would rather run wild along the desert sands than have a rope around her neck or bare a saddle, did not the stallion wish to be free? Isn't that what all horses wanted?*
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Become of she -- Jack &El Diablo's Envy, 17:48:49 11/11/01 Sun (d31.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.87.96)
Indeed her remembered freedom and wished for it. But she was wrong; loyal he was not to Jack. Time he was and time he wasn’t. However one done and trained and trusted, Jack let him go into the endless pastures. Only asking that he do a hard works day one in a while to get his freedom. However, since she was in heat he would probably breed her to Siran before bringing her back and keeping her and the colt until it is weaned. Until then he would probably train her.
Looking to the steed he moved a gate between the equines and pressed it onto the mare to keep her still. Lifting the ropes from her neck he placed a halter round her visage and snapped a lead rope on. Tying her up he patted his stallion and moved away. His intention to get the mare Dance Away, used to the tying. Moving a saddle with the pad attached he snapped it on her and tightened the girth, tight but not tight enough to irate her.
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*Learning* -- Dance Away, 17:59:54 11/11/01 Sun (snjts6-34-101.jersey.net/209.66.34.101)
*the curiousity shown in the mare's dark gaze only deepens as the stallion corrects her, she thought that he was tamed and loyal, but he says he is not, at least not totally, she ponders this, flicking ears back and forth, she did not know what this training might entail, but she did not like it, she wanted to be home, she snorts, trying to see over the fence but to no avail, abruptly she finds herself pinned between the gate and the wall, she snorts, eyes wide again, this had been a trick of the stallion! She screams in rage, unable to free herself, she struggles but a moment more before finding it futile and she calms, standing there, she tosses her head as he tries to put the halter, making it difficult but not impossible, as she is tied she pulls back, always testing the rope, looking for a weak point, but not liking the pressure of the halter upon her visage she snorts, giving the rope slack, as saddle and pad are placed upon her back mare gives a wild squeal, striking and rearing, two hind legs flying behind, anything to get the wretched thing of her back, snorting she flings her head, still caught by the halter, angrily she screams at the stallion for tricking her, at the man for submitting her to this taming, finally she quiets, her breath coming in deep gasps*
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You'll Learn -- Jack &El Diablo's Envy, 18:12:39 11/11/01 Sun (d31.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.87.96)
Whickering to the mare telling her that he did not trick her for Jack’s mind works in mysterious ways. Nipping her to calm her down he bared his teeth at Jack and laced his lobes back. He was begging to like Dance Away and now Jack had ruined it. Rearing up he felt a rope round his neck and after being lead to the other pen he screams and kicks at the boards, thoroughly enraged.
Grabbing a piece of the mare’s ear he twisted it in a way to contradict her movements. Grabbing another ropes he attempted hopple her front legs together and then let her lobe go. Seeing his steed at the way he did he threw a rope ‘round the angered stallion and put him back into the other pen, paying no attention to him when he kicks out at the boards, but watches the mare, Dance Away, more intently.
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*Hobbled* -- Dance Away, 18:19:24 11/11/01 Sun (snjts6-34-101.jersey.net/209.66.34.101)
*mare looks at the stallion incredulously, she could hardly believe it, her mind was racing what else could she think, despite his nip she does not calm, thrashing about where she is tied, when her ear is grabbed she stops suddenly, the tender lobe being twisted at an odd angle, hurting at first, but also causing calming chemicals to be stimulated in her brain, she snorts, eyes wide, the very white rims being shown as she looks at Jack, full of fire and fury, as he is done hobbling her, she tests these new things, having never been exposed to such before, with a digruntled snort she realizes she cannot walk very well, again she tries to buck but only stumbles, she regains her balance but cannot move around freely anymore, her angry voice rises along with the stallions, demanding her freedom*
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Pat -- Jack, 18:34:19 11/11/01 Sun (d31.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.87.96)
Patting the mare on her rump he unsnapped the lead rope and walked to the edge of the pen waiting to see what she would do. When she screams at him he chuckles and watches. He had seen many a wild mare before. Usually they desired company, maybe he should capture another? Whistling to her he held out another apple and tossed it at her. Walking away he refilled a bucket of water and dumped it in her water bin.
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*Snort* -- Dance Away, 18:42:36 11/11/01 Sun (snjts6-34-101.jersey.net/209.66.34.101)
*Immediatly after the lead is unsnapped she leans back, trying to move away quickly, but she only succeeds in stumbling around some more, she snorts, shakey, unsure what to do for now, not liking the pat of the man, angered but unable to strike at him for the hobbles limited her movement, she watches the man with a fiery gaze from across the fence, slowly, that sound he made? Was it mirth? The sound only irriates the mare further, snapping her tail and snorting was all she could do, getting used to these new restrictions she moves about, finding the apple and gobbling it down hastily, then moves towards the water bin, sniffing it curiously to see if it was drinkable, to her satisfaction it seemed so and femme lowered her head, drinking deeply for she was tired and the fight had taken much out of her, swishing her tail she looks around, still looking for a way to escape*
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Toss -- Jack, 19:26:10 11/11/01 Sun (d31.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.87.96)
Throwing some hay in a bin he also gave her some sweet feed. Taking her halter he put a brush on the side of her neck hoping that she would like the feeling of it. Letting her go he ran the brush down her spine in hopes of letting her get used to it. Looking at the mare’s facial expression he asked her” Do you want to go home little girl?”“ Maybe you a just bare me a colt from that old steed of yours and I’ll let you go. You never know you might see a wild colt out there one day, gathering his mares.” Patting he neck he opened the gate and walked outside to see the stallion standing in front of him. Shaking his whip before snapping it in front of the wild stallion he flagged his arms in attempts to scare the wild creature away.
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*Freedom?* -- Dance Away, 19:43:40 11/11/01 Sun (snjts6-34-101.jersey.net/209.66.34.101)
*femme snorts and looks at the man, watching him with curiousity apparent as he puts hay in the bin as well as some sweet feed, slowly she moves forward, partly from the hobbles, and partly from sheer caution, sniffing at the food and finding it to be edible she eagerly eats some, liking the taste of the sweet feed, she shivers as the brush touches her, her first impulse to move away from the man made thing, but oddly she likes it, something good coming from the man creature was unthinkable to the platinum she, but she stands there, enjoying the brush, it was too difficult to move away fast and it would seem futile, so she gives into this one pleasure, ears flick forward curiously as the man speaks, she does not understand but the words seem kind, she whickers, trying to tell him she doesn't understand, but then again perhaps he can't understand her either, she catches the scent of Siran and whinnies loudly, shaking her whole being, wishing to go to him, she watches as the gate opens, was she to go free? She makes for the opening, but the going is slow with the hobbles on*
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Realization -- Jack, 19:51:51 11/11/01 Sun (d72.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.90.139)
Sliding inside he shut the door to the pen and snapped on the lead rope to the mare’s halter. Gently but hurriedly he leads her away from the gate. One there he ties her near her feed pen and continues to brush her talking softly, just chatting bout gossip anything to calm the mare down. Having an idea he speaks it to the mare. ”Hey old girl, how would you like to see that Siran of yours?” Leaving her tied her opened the gate to allow the steed in. No capture was to be made but to reassure the mare that he was not as mean as he seemed.
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*Tosses her head* -- Dance Away, 20:01:18 11/11/01 Sun (snjts6-34-101.jersey.net/209.66.34.101)
*femme tosses her head, shying slightly, moving only as the hobbles would allow, she was not to go free, he had only left the gate open by accident, she snorts, crow hopping a bit, but then settles allowing herself to be led back to the food with only minimal head tossing, snorting, and attempted rearing, she shakes her skin, trying not to enjoy the brushing all too much, ears flick towards him, cupping, listening to the sound of his voice, adding her own wuffs once in a while, every once in a while she snaps at him, keeping him on his toes, reminding him she is not tamed, merely tired, she looked towards the gate where the smell of her steed lingered, indeed she would enjoy seeing him, although she had no way of knowing that the human had asked her that question, with the gate now open she gives a plaintive whinny, asking Siran to come in, reassure her he was still here*
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Patts her quietly -- Jack, 20:11:26 11/11/01 Sun (d168.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.90.235)
he watches the mare. Leaving the gate open he walks towards the mares other side. Placing his hand on her hip he patted her gently. Talking to the wild stallion he watched him carefully. When the mare tries to bite he merely taps her muzzle as to tell her that it was not nice to bite. Stroking her neck her whispered to her, ”You know, you are so beautiful and smart, no wonder that steed of yours wants you back so bad.” Patting her silently he moves away, allowing the steed and mare to spend some time together.
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*Watch* -- Dance Away, 20:24:53 11/11/01 Sun (snjts6-34-101.jersey.net/209.66.34.101)
*mare turns her head from where she is tied to watch the man creature, moving around her, she stomps one hind hoof, a sort of warning, but she is unable to buck so the threat is hollow, she looks at him, shivering her skin again at the touch, it wasn't unpleasant necessarily, just unusual to the wild she, she backs slightly at his tap, it didn't hurt, only merely surprised her, she curls her lip back, showing him her teeth in an almost playful manner, as if saying 'this is what I will bite you with if you don't remember I'm still wild, I'll take one of those thing appendages off that soft hoof-thing of yours if you forget that', ears flick forward still, always listening at what he had to say, even if she did not understand a word, she turns further to watch him walk away, then leans against her halter, but still it holds, she gives another whinny to Siran, begging him come in to see her*
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ooc: -- person who plays Jack, 19:19:29 11/11/01 Sun (d31.as0.mcnv.oh.voyager.net/216.28.87.96)
Well I am going to try and train Dance Away. If that does not succeed I will have Siran (you) breed with her (by her request and if she wants to so be if she doesn’t well we’ll work something out) and Jack will take the colt for himself after it has been weaned (this will be shortened into a full period of 2 weeks) and will let Dance Away go. I will take challenges after one week of captivity.Is that okay? If you want you can send another to keep Dance Away company.You can chose a coin side.Heads or tails.You win she gets out,you lose she is trained and is his personal mount until 3 weeks and then she is let go by the stallion witch you so hate.Okay? If you have an idea just shout.
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