Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be

Ezra Rosen · 07-28-2011, 02:02 PM

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For anyone, I’m just getting Ezra used to Petra! He’s in optime and this is set just outside the stables during midday. ^_^
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Ever’s sickness, combined with Ezra’s new headache problem (with his new herbal experimentation… medication) had made Ezra temporarily forget about Petra. The Duke was stressed and the time-consuming new pet he had recently taken from Halycon mountain was the least of his worries, at least until today. Ezra felt bad, he really did like the horse despite her random moments of unpleasantness. She was still wild, after all, and wanted to be free. Ever’s reports stated that the horse was doing well in the stable and starting to warm up to both her and the other equine which made the wolfdog happy. Petra would understand, eventually, or so he hoped.

Ezra had just returned from his patrol of the borders, and instead of heading straight back to his bungalow the male made his way over to the stables. He got a bit turned around halfway through his journey (for some reason, he couldn’t get there efficiently without Ever) but eventually found the stables in the heart of the Kingdom. Ezra smiled at the fact that no one was there and he could visit his mare in peace. The buckskin beauty was in one of the far stables, and she stamped her hoof as he came into view.

“Petra,” he said quietly, taking a bleached hand to her equally darkened nose. Ever taught him that non-verbal commands were the best for horses, so he unlocked her from the stable and started walking outside, glad the mare started plodding along behind him. A large grin formed on his face. It seemed as though Petra and Ezra would be fast friends which was what the male was hoping for.

Ezra really wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he figured taking her out for a nice gallop would do them both good. Clumsily, the male managed to get up onto her back and in a second the pair jetted off into the meadows, the hybrid’s heart racing. Soon enough the stables were obscured from view, but he kept urging her onwards.

Noss · 08-02-2011, 01:48 PM

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It was not long ago that Alder had introduced Noss to Taima, and the man was glad for it. The horse certainly knew its way to and from the stables about the territory, was strong enough to carry Noss and a few kills, and was swift. Of course, like his name suggested, his hooves made sounds like rolling thunder, even when trotting. They were like the beat of a heavy drum, and thus did not make him a very good stealth horse. It fit Noss fine, though, since if he needed the element of surprise, he could use a throwing spear or bow and arrow instead. One did not need a stealthy horse to bring home dinner.

The grey warrior was on his stallion, actually, out for a ride. Back in his home tribe, his horse had been his responsibility. While he knew that there were those whose duty it was to look after the livestock in his place, old habits died hard, and establishing a bond with Taima would be difficult without regular contact. As he was passing over a hill, however, a blurred shape began to appear out of the distance, steadily and swiftly coming ever closer. Squinting, Noss was able to make out the colors and form of the objects, and was mildly surprised to see the black and white man he had met not too long ago on the beach. Ezra? he thought, trying to remember the name. Their meeting had been pleasant and had opened Noss up to the acceptance of sand, that which had been scarce in his native tribe and he had not warmed up to until that point. Taima raised his head and snorted, aware that one of his stable-mates was coming by as well. In greeting, Noss raised his arm high--a traditional form of a nonverbal 'hello'.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Ezra Rosen · 08-17-2011, 05:12 PM

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Sorry for the wait! I’ve been playing catch up all day dskj;dsaljflks >_> If this doesn’t work just lemme know. XD
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The wind whipped through both dark manes of the animals as they flew through the pack lands. Ezra’s face was lit up with a grin and he couldn’t be happier with Petra. She was a surprisingly intelligent and …nimble too, as she demonstrated flying over a fallen log with ease. The summer day was whipping around the duo a million miles an hour. Ezra’s mind was finally clear and nothing bad was clogging his mind. Nothing but Petra, the thunderous noise beneath him, and the meadows before him. He could do this all day.

A figure arose in the distance, and the male let his right hand let go of Petra’s man. He waved back despite feeling quite uneasy about it, he felt more secure having two hands on his horse. Ezra double backed in order to stop and talk to the man. Though he knew virtually nothing of the Chevalier, they had met not too long ago and he seemed sufficiently pleasant. Petra was proving difficult to maneuver, though. The duo continued to race around the area because it was very clear to Ezra no matter where he directed her she had no intention of slowing down. Ezra panicked for a moment, but quickly maneuvered Petra in Noss’ direction and started tugging on her mane. The buckskin slowed down momentarily to raise her two front legs into the air in defiance, trying her best to knock Ezra off.

It worked; Ezra toppled to the ground in mere seconds. Petra took off again, but this time in the direction of the stables. The Lord groaned, mostly unhurt, but more embarrassed than anything else. Noss was a few meters away and definitely saw the whole thing go down. “Heeeeeey,” Ezra said, defeated. He was looking up at the trees, not wanting to get up yet.

Noss · 08-17-2011, 07:41 PM

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It works great, and no problem ^^ AND YES! Moving up to Noblesse with this post >

At first Noss was impressed by Ezra and his horse's jumping and running--it seemed as if the all the Court's horses were talented and prized, and perhaps he should tell Alder so the next time he saw him--but quickly quirked a brow as Ezra's horse began a wild romp. As soon as they were within sufficient earshot, that horse bucked the black and white man clear off his back, causing him to fall into a roll. He appeared fine, however, as he called out a greeting, although he did not right himself.

Noss urged Taima to trot forward so that he might lean over and peer down at the other man's face, deciding whether or not he was truly alright. "A little trouble there?" he asked as he motioned his head to the other horse, who he was none too worried about as she appeared to be going to the stables. The Marshall--or someone else--would get her in properly, if she did not herself. "She's quite spirited," he added after a moment, offering a hand to get the other man up. Noss couldn't say that he had quite the same trouble with Taima as Ezra appeared to be having with his own horse; the stallion was fairly mellow, but knew how to run when prompted. He had quite the loud step and was not a jumper like Ezra's horse, though; he'd give him that.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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Ezra Rosen · 08-18-2011, 02:06 PM

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I feel like these two are becoming fast friends :3

Although the bi-colored man wasn’t looking for anyone’s company in particular right now, he was glad it was Noss and not some random stranger that he ran into. He seemed the type of person Ezra would enjoy hanging out with regularly; Noss was quiet, sensible, and no trouble at all. Ezra valued all those traits very highly so the hybrid enjoyed it when he saw those traits in others. Ezra had no tolerance for annoying morons that drove him up a wall. Petra was a little on the annoying side, but Ezra was trying to let it go. He would turn her into a levelheaded, tame horse soon enough.

The Lord took the man’s hand, and took it as a boost to get off the ground. He groaned momentarily, brushing off the dirt his fur accumulated from the fall. “She is indeed,” the man said, giving Noss a faint smile. “I’ll knock some sense into her eventually. When did you get your own?” He said fondly, looking at the beast before him.

Noss · 08-24-2011, 06:37 PM

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It'll come to the point where they're such macho-friends that for a greeting, all they'll do is flex their muscles XD

"It's good to have some fire in them," Noss commented as he dismounted, as was proper, once Ezra himself was upright. "Actually, Alder set me up. This is Taima," he said as he patted the brown draft horse on the side. "And he's a right calmer than her, I'd say." Which was true enough; Taima didn't spook at much of anything and was fairly well-tempered. The only time Noss had gotten a nip was when he had bounced too hard on the horse's back after a particularly large jump. With an open hand Noss invited Ezra to pet and inspect the draft horse, feeling a small pride in his easy time with its temperament.

"You'll get her calm soon, I have no doubts. You just gotta...show her who's boss." The concept was much the same in a pack; the strong ruled the weak, the cunning the dumb, and the wise the short-sighted. Whatever method Ezra chose to rule his own horse would be his own, and Noss stood by his words that it would come in time. Surely, if it did not, then the union was not meant to be. A horse and its rider must be as one, but Noss doubted that Ezra would choose--or that Alder would assign--a horse not even remotely compatible with the begging rider. A thought struck Noss then--a bit of a typical one, he'd say, but not unheard of. "What're you doing later, Ezra? If you haven't any plans, would you join me for a drink?" Now, when Noss said 'drink', he did not mean wine, such as the stuff that Strelein liked to drink--he meant the whiskey and scotch and the thing called 'beer'. While he did not approve of outright, overly-baked drunkenness, a drink every now and then was not to be frowned upon. Certainly he wouldn't have put up with Strelein if the redheaded man did that often at all--or at the very least would've hidden all the alcohol. As it was, the tailor had actually gotten Noss more into the habit of an enjoyable liquor, although he was starting to find the more fiery ones to his liking. The question begged; did Ezra drink, too?

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Ezra Rosen · 09-24-2011, 10:54 AM

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I’M SO SORRY I SUCK SO HARDDDD. If you don’t mind, I’m still enjoying this thread, so lets keep going? Big Grin

Table by Cait!

While Ezra was probably the least experienced horse person he knew, discovering that other packmates were just as new to it as he was comforting. Noss was an intelligent man, he knew, and even though his horse was far more calm than Petra the hybrid was sure there were still a few kinks the man needed to work out with Taima. Ezra listened to his packmate talk about training, and with the other male’s words Ezra nodded.

Petra is still being broken in. She’s from the wild, I’m afraid, so it will take a lot more than ‘showing her whose boss’ than I think I initially expected for her to calm down, Ezra said with a small smile. The buckskin, while beautiful, was still intensely irritating because of Ezra’s impatience. But like Noss said, one day she will calm down and Ezra will have control in the relationship.

Suddenly, the conversation changed and Ezra finally looked away from the horse and looked at the man beside him. I’d like that, he said, remembering the one time he and Bangle drank together. It was fun, though the liquor tasted terrible and Ezra hated that about the substance. Shall we trek over to your place, then? Petra would be taken care of at the stables, and he knew she wouldn’t leave the area.

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