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[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[Calming a very angry horse down.]

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[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

[The sight of someone bareback on such a spirited horse is more than enough to catch Vanyel's attention. He grew up around horses, and he knows more than he cares to about their temperments.

This one? Doesn't seem like one to take a rider bareback in a mood like this. Hopefully the redhead knows what she's doing.]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[Her hands are entwined in the big stallion's mane, and her pale legs stand in stark contrast to the rich chocolate brown coat of his fur. She wasn't counting on anyone seeing her, so she's riding in a skirt. This is part of what she does for a living, and skin contact helps. Her simple sleeveless top is soaked through with sweat, she's been trying to reason with the horse for quite a while now. She's practically clued onto his back, one with his every movement.]

Your insults are getting a little unispired, boy. Maybe you should just focus on trying to throw me off, eh?

[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

[Her grins, leaning up on the rail of the fence to watch the show. After a long moment, he let out a laugh--this horse was probably descended of the ones his family bred; intelligent, but stubborn, with a tendency to assume the rules didn't apply to them unless enforced from a young age. The tells were the shorter legs and stockier build, with a large head compared to the rest of the body. Though this was a few generations off the Ashkevron farm.]

He'll do it, if you let him.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[She can't spare more than a glance to see who's talking. She looks briefly annoyed, but since she is about as friendly a nature as you can possibly get, she flashes him a smile soon thereafter.]

Hey, I'm just glad he's not rolling. He's a gentleman, deep down.

[To the horse, that she can in fact speak to.] Yes, you are, but there's a reason I said deep down.

[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

Keep appealing to his pride--you might get somewhere with that. After all, he looks to be a well-bred young lad.

[Van can't talk to horses. Never could, with the exception of his Star. But he'd been there when she was foaled.]

[dadysiced-angel.livejournal.com]

*sits up on the rail watching, worried her friend is going to get hurt.* Be careful, please...

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Don't worry honey, he just needs to get rid of some energy, then he'll listen to me.

[These words said in between the horse bucking.]

[dadysiced-angel.livejournal.com]

*Winces* You sure you really want to do that though, I mean he looks like he really doesn't want you riding him.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

It's what they paid me to do. And if he can't be ridden they might put him down, so y'know...

[tiny-moonshine.livejournal.com]

[Ambyr was riding Argo along the fence line when she saw her friend. That horse reminded her of Demon, he had been very mean too when he hurt her. She had been around horses a good chunk of her young life because Grandad and Granma had been horse breeders.] Are you breaking him Miss Siobhan?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[She glanced over at her little vampiress friend.]

No, not breaking. Just trying to get him to understand that he doesnt have to be angry.

[tiny-moonshine.livejournal.com]

[She waves to her friend from her horse, riding bare back as well because it was more fun and cooler for Argo.] Demon was too. Sometimes they do not trust easy. Was anyone mean to him?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

No, he just doesn't think humans understand how to work together. How to move as one. That makes him angry, because it's the way one should do things.

[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

[The sight of someone bareback on such a spirited horse is more than enough to catch Vanyel's attention. He grew up around horses, and he knows more than he cares to about their temperments.

This one? Doesn't seem like one to take a rider bareback in a mood like this. Hopefully the redhead knows what she's doing.]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[Her hands are entwined in the big stallion's mane, and her pale legs stand in stark contrast to the rich chocolate brown coat of his fur. She wasn't counting on anyone seeing her, so she's riding in a skirt. This is part of what she does for a living, and skin contact helps. Her simple sleeveless top is soaked through with sweat, she's been trying to reason with the horse for quite a while now. She's practically clued onto his back, one with his every movement.]

Your insults are getting a little unispired, boy. Maybe you should just focus on trying to throw me off, eh?

[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

[Her grins, leaning up on the rail of the fence to watch the show. After a long moment, he let out a laugh--this horse was probably descended of the ones his family bred; intelligent, but stubborn, with a tendency to assume the rules didn't apply to them unless enforced from a young age. The tells were the shorter legs and stockier build, with a large head compared to the rest of the body. Though this was a few generations off the Ashkevron farm.]

He'll do it, if you let him.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[She can't spare more than a glance to see who's talking. She looks briefly annoyed, but since she is about as friendly a nature as you can possibly get, she flashes him a smile soon thereafter.]

Hey, I'm just glad he's not rolling. He's a gentleman, deep down.

[To the horse, that she can in fact speak to.] Yes, you are, but there's a reason I said deep down.

[dadysiced-angel.livejournal.com]

*sits up on the rail watching, worried her friend is going to get hurt.* Be careful, please...

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Don't worry honey, he just needs to get rid of some energy, then he'll listen to me.

[These words said in between the horse bucking.]

[dadysiced-angel.livejournal.com]

*Winces* You sure you really want to do that though, I mean he looks like he really doesn't want you riding him.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

It's what they paid me to do. And if he can't be ridden they might put him down, so y'know...

[tiny-moonshine.livejournal.com]

[Ambyr was riding Argo along the fence line when she saw her friend. That horse reminded her of Demon, he had been very mean too when he hurt her. She had been around horses a good chunk of her young life because Grandad and Granma had been horse breeders.] Are you breaking him Miss Siobhan?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[She glanced over at her little vampiress friend.]

No, not breaking. Just trying to get him to understand that he doesnt have to be angry.

[tiny-moonshine.livejournal.com]

[She waves to her friend from her horse, riding bare back as well because it was more fun and cooler for Argo.] Demon was too. Sometimes they do not trust easy. Was anyone mean to him?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

No, he just doesn't think humans understand how to work together. How to move as one. That makes him angry, because it's the way one should do things.