they were sitting

Dixie-May Jackson · 08-18-2011, 11:41 PM

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OOC: Big Grin Wayyyne tiemz.
Word Count: 466

When they got closer to the fire and to Gypsy, the mare whinnied and pinned her ears, stomping her hooves on the ground. It was obvious that her long run didn’t do much to ward off the bad mood, and Dixie wondered what was wrong to make the mare so crass. She shook her head and dismounted Duke for the second time in an hour, standing down right in front of Thomas. He was giving her a curious look, his angular ears pricked towards the fire. Grinning as she began to untie the packs and saddle bags, she turned and waved at Wayne, motioning for him to come over.

When the large half wolf reached them, he stroked his hands over Duke’s head and took off his bridle gently, his large hands working fast and efficiently. His dark chocolate eyes were focused on the new male the whole time though, narrowed and suspicious. Dixie pulled the heavy saddle off with a huff and carted it over to where Wayne has set his under the tree. She walked back over and scrubbed her hands over Duke’s back, grinning when he made a groaning noise and seemed to let out a huge sigh. Wayne smiled at the small woman and helped with the rubdown, still occasionally throwing little glares at Thomas.

”Wayne…sorry for not making immediate introductions, I wanted to get Duke taken care of first. This is Thomas. I found him wanderin’ practically on the same path as us. He’s interested in the horses…well Duke here at least. There is no messin’ with your witch over there…” Wayne growled playfully and jumped at her, grasping her sides and tickling until she was squirming and smacking at his well defined and bare chest. His hands wrapped nearly around her entire waist and rib cage, showing off just how small she was and how big he was. When he finally stopped, she slumped against him and pouted, making sad puppy eyes at him. He sighed and turned to Thomas, who he had so far ignored.

”Name is Wayne…nice ta meet ya.” He nodded to the smaller male and then turned away, bending down to place a small lick over Dixie’s nose. When that was done, he took his dark cowboy hat off and sauntered back over to the fire, grabbing one of the sticks off the ground. There were chunks of meet impaled on the wood, some already placed above the fire to start cooking. His form was slouched over slightly, leaned back against a boulder with one leg pulled up and the other stretched out, the flames warming his foot. The scent of meet made Dixie’s nose twitch and she reached over, grabbing Thomas’s hand and, with a gentle tug, pulled him towards the fire and dinner.

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