Here comes the storm.

Dixie-May Jackson · 09-15-2011, 07:31 PM

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Hells yes! Big Grin

Fun times. / +796

Wayne had finally gotten the wagon all fixed up and working like it was brand spankin’ new. He had pulled the siding off of an old house and used it to replace the wood on the metal frame, as well as the sides. The wheels were perfect still, but he searched until he found a big enough rubber type wheel that could be used as a substitute in case one broke. After getting the wood all pounded down into place and testing that it wouldn’t fall apart, he took some thin metal sheets, which were very light weight, and laid them out in the wagon bed. Now not only would it be a stable and strong structure, they could take those metal sheets and use them as a shelter base if needed during their travels.

While Wayne had been working on the wagon, Dixie had her hands full with the beautiful appaloosa she’d named Queen. The mare was fierce, and did not want anything on her back or her face. She fought like a stallion, screaming and slashing the air with her hooves, determined to keep the little white wolfdog away from her at all times. Dixie would just dart in and out, shifting back and forth from lupine to optime form, again and again, until the mare wore herself out. By that time all the fight was gone and the girl was able to get a bridle and a saddle on the mare’s back. After a few days of the same thing, Queen stopped fighting so much and took the riding equipment with only some stomping and snorting.

When Wayne announced that it was time to start moving again, Dixie hopped up onto Queen like she’d been riding the mare for years, without a problem. The large male just grinned and shook his head, hitching Dixie’s stallion Duke up to the wagon and driving it alongside his companion. The smaller appaloosa mare wouldn’t be big enough for him, so they would need to go looking for a new horse sooner or later. Gypsy was back with that man up north, bred and pregnant and living the good life within pack lands until she dropped a foal. Wayne missed her a lot, but knew it would be good for them to get some separation, so it wasn’t so hard to leave her behind. Dixie and Duke were a bit relieved to have gotten rid of the unruly and mean mare for a while. It was a nice vacation from her bad attitude.

The trail they’d been on for the last few hours had them coming upon a beach, the crash and roll of waves soothing to their ears. Coming from the coast of Texas, both of them were accustomed to the ocean and missed the sound greatly. Queen gave a low squeal and crow-hopped a few times as they began walking over the new terrain; her hooves sinking into the sand a bit with each step. Duke just snorted and tossed his head, pulling the wagon along like nothing had changed. Dixie just smiled and rubbed the mare’s neck, calming her and taking her closer to the water, letting her see what was going on and where all the noise was coming from. Wayne barked lowly and growled, calling to Dixie and pointing at something glowing in the distance. Rolling her eyes at his never failing paranoia, Dixie dug her heels into Queen’s sides and yipped with glee as the mare took off.

Galloping down the beach, they reached the small fire and the beautiful wolf in no time. Once there, Dixie pulled on the reins gently and spoke a soft ‘whoa’, letting the mare know to come to a stop. She threw her leg over the saddle and fell to the ground, landing easily on her feet. Holding onto the reins tightly in one tiny hand, she walked around and waved to the brown woman. Hi there, I’m Dixie-May…what has you sittin’ out here all by ya lonesome, hun? Her voice was soft and had that lilted southern accent pulling at the ends of the words. The softness matched her appearance, she was tiny and sweet looking, with soft fluffy white fur and icy teal eyes. Wayne pulled up with the wagon soon after and got down, walking up behind his little female companion and resting a large hand on her shoulder. He was tall, about a foot and a half taller than the white girl, and unlike her, he wore torn up pants and a hat. Large, muscle bulged arms and legs showed that he was a hard worker and the cautious glint in his eyes gave hint to his protectiveness of Dixie and inability to trust easily. Definitely an interesting partnership.

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