Little [p]aws; big adventures

Anann Kelevra · 08-08-2011, 10:26 AM

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ahaha sorry but there is no way I'm gonna be able to match that post length xD

It had been several days since Anann had last made a visit to the stables. There was little she could do with the horses while she remained trapped in her secui form and so there was little point in making her still healing body endure the trek from the house in Lunenberg that she had been living in for the past couple weeks; ever since Anatoliy had rescued her from the living hell of that shack that Keese had left her chained in. A portion of that chain still hung around her neck. It was snug and dug deep into the thick fur of her neck. Much like the worst of her suffering, the chain was hidden from the view of those not perceptive enough to notice. Much of the swelling from the abuse hidden in the shaggy fur of her massive form. No, it was the ugly mark across her muzzle and the bandaged legs that drew all the attention. The bare skin of her muzzle was the pink of healthy healing skin and in time the hair would grow back.

Since Anann could not make it to the stables everyday it was her horse that often came to her, for everyone in the pack knew better than to lock the stall door of the freisian stallion that demanded the right to come and go as he pleased. There were a couple days he had even managed to bring Noire with him. It seemed the apple had not fallen far from the tree. It would be some time yet before Anann would be able to do much real training with the colt if she even got the chance, but there was much that Rem was teaching his son. It was not unusual for Rem to have shown his previous offspring an occasional sign of affection or at leaset acknowledgement, but Anann had never seen him take such interest as he did with Noire. It was obvious that Rem thought the young horse had potential.

This morning though, Anann had left out early. Making the trek at n walking pace for much of the way. Though her muscles eventually loosened up and she found she was able to slide into an easy trot without much discomfort or protest from her abused body. Rem had met her half way, of coarse there was no way for the stallion to know that she would choose to head his way instead on this particular day. He plodded along behind her as she continued on to the stables.

The stables were often a quite place. Well there was always a light melody of snorts, knickers and whinnies from the residents. But it often the soft and subtle sounds of familiarity. As Anann entered the barn she heard a chatter that she did not expect and as she came to the aisle of stalls she saw a familiar patchwork of fur just talking away to a pale mare. One of the many unnamed horses as far as Anann could tell. The femme stood quietly, Rem behind her, as she listened to the girls elaborate tale. "Pirates? Oh it sounds terrible." Anann spoke up to get the girls attention. Her voice fainting a serious note.

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