S[m]okin' 40s und Drinkin' Blunts

Kaena Lykoi · 04-16-2010, 07:04 AM

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The silver-furred coyote had virtually no experience with horses; she had seen them and been around them once or twice before in her life, but she had certainly never ridden one before. It was comfortable enough, though somewhat odd with the large animal moving just beneath her, shifting his weight around. She was not afraid, though—Cotl had referred to Maschine as a placid animal, and the hybrid herself had seen this. There probably weren't many animals that would stand for being tattooed in the face, but Maschine had seemed to handle it well enough. The tawny-colored hybrid in front of her spoke, and the coyote snorted. “Bigger than this?” she asked, shaking her head in disbelief. As the horse began to move she held on tighter, almost fearful of the equine's movements. As the moments ticked onward, though, the hybrid woman became more comfortable; she realized she was not going to slip off the horse's rear and fall to the ground.

She felt rather awkward—here she was at ten years old, and she had never so much as ridden a step on a horse's back before. It wasn't often the coyote woman felt like a complete newcomer to something, though it was pleasant to find new things in the world. “ Yeah. It's not so bad,” she ventured, peering over his shoulder at the world as it passed. His question caused her ears to prick upward, and the silver-furred hybrid considered it. “I think so. If you get a girl, you can always breed them too, right?” she questioned. She wasn't sure if she wanted dozens of horses running around Inferni, but a few was certainly doable. The ride was going much more quickly than Kaena had expected, and they were already edging toward the forest, the steady gait of Maschine taking them to the D'Neville quite speedily.

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