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WC: 403 - For anyone really; someone Key hasn't met, an old friend, etc. Nothing serious though ^^
Horses. Something he had yet to truly get his head around despite now owning and being just about capable of riding one. Such large and graceful beasts were, for the most part, willing to live around and serve canines whom may turn around and kill them at a whim at any moment. Such strange creatures, he ran a hand lightly over Hibiki's grey-blue toned cheek, the mare flicking an ear but otherwise not acknowledging his existence. After claiming her as his he had spent time collecting all the basic tack pieces, learning about them and then learning how not to fall off from her back; despite how calm natured and steady the mare was, he had managed to become up close and personal with the ground a fair few times during the learning process, but now he mostly stayed on and could direct her. Placing his hands on he back, he quickly lifted himself up and swung a leg over her back, steadying her with the reigns and a calming voice, for the sudden increase in weight startled her. Moments later, he, Hibiki and Beyaz were off to wherever the horse decided she wanted to go; whilst he sat there swearing at the mare for not going where he wanted her to go.
Eventually, with a lot of effort, a dictionary worth of new cusses, he had arrived just outside the abandoned sawmill within Musquidoboit Valley. After coming across the decaying structures awhile ago, he had seen much potential in them but had yet to actually find a real use for them; aside from a fairly well sheltered and secluded get away. Dismounting, he reached the ground and groaned, shooting a dirty look at his mare, despite the fact he knew his problems stemmed from his lack of horse skills, rather than the mare’s disobedience. Bring her reigns over her head, he tied the mare to a nearby wooden post that was detacher from the remains of the sawmill. Stretching his arms overhead he yawned and moved into a shadowed area, lying down upon the dirt and falling into a light nap; one hand wrapped around his Katana's handle, as was a habit of his when he slept outside of his own cave. A flap of wings indicated that Beyaz, too, had settled down somewhere nearby; but unlike his master, the white bird was probably keeping watch as he was trained to do.