the second for pleasure,

[AW; Drifter Bay; Ash Herd]

POSTED: Tue Feb 14, 2017 8:27 pm

Optime | Midday | Drifter Bay/Ash Herd
Would be neat if someone from SL or IF could catch her but can be anyone.
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If the woman was not to be long of this world, as so she believed, then she would have as much fun as she could while she could. If she wouldn't see tomorrow then she would make certain that she made the most of today. She had been watching the horses for awhile and they seemed to congregate within a certain area only. They did travel some but not such a great distance that they couldn't easily be tracked. For now they were hugged up near the base of the mountain to shelter from gusts of wind that would pick up occasionally.

Joa move towards the huddled forms and picked out the nearest one, the scarred bay mare, in which to approach. Her steps started out slowly and she would still when heads would lift and turned towards her. She waited until the attention was off her before she approached again. It was a slow start but once she got close she quick stepped until she got to the mare and leaped up onto her back.

She laughed and the mare bucked about wildly in an attempt to dislodge her. The southern coyote had grabbed a fist full of mane in one hand and had the other waving about in the air. It was something of a game with her to see just how long she could stay on. Would she be able to finish out the ride until the mare calmed? It would be nice but it hardly mattered for it was the adrenaline produced by the situation that really mattered. If she was to go out then she would go out on a high. The mare twisted and Joa almost slipped but she managed to regain her hold on the mane and right herself before she ended up under the hooves. Even this almost fatal moment caused her to laugh simply because she had avoided it.

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POSTED: Sun Mar 05, 2017 9:40 pm

Mīyā croaked hoarsely from her perch on his shoulder, talons digging into the soft flesh beneath his pelt as Noel ambled along the faint trail leading towards the gulf. It had been her idea to go exploring - at least, that was what the coyjackal told himself - and so she accompanied him on his little escapade beyond the borders. He didn’t plan to bring them far out, really - just far enough to see the wild horses that roamed freely around the bay for himself.

To his surprise, someone was already moving amongst the herd when he arrived, and none too discreetly, either; the cluster of horses had formed a small circle around the cause of the excitement, tails swishing as they collectively skittered away. In the center of the ring sat a vaguely familiar woman on the back of a frenzied mare, hand twisted tightly in its mane as the scarred beast beneath her jumped and twisted in a desperate attempt to buck her off. Joaquina, his memory supplied helpfully, pulling up faint images of the same woman roaming around Inferni. Her actions were surprising to him, to say the least, as the few times they had run across each other she had seemed like the levelheaded type - not one to indulge in this sort of rowdy behavior.

He was ultimately drawn in by his curiosity - Mīyā seemingly even more eager than he, if her raucous squawks were anything to go by - and slowly began to edge his way closer, approaching the ashen female not unlike how one would when advancing upon a feral animal, movements unhurried and cautious. The coyjackal eventually stopped at a safe distance from the panicked mare, leaving a wide berth between him and the stampeding animal.

Astonishingly, she managed to stay on mare’s back despite its frantic thrashing - all the while laughing, the madwoman. There was no doubt in his head that if it should buck her off, she would certainly be trampled under its massive hooves. He had to admit, her wild antics somewhat fascinated him; the urchin hadn’t seen anyone act this recklessly for quite a while, especially not since he’d left the rough-and-tumble life of the harbor. Noel had half a mind to join the woman on her little rampage, finding that he almost missed the wildness of the ports enough to wager his life on a hit of adrenaline - almost.

He pushed the temptation down instead, knowing the thought was foolhardy at best, and tried to convince himself he was content with watching the gray daredevil as she wrestled atop the scarred animal.

(On his shoulder Mīyā crowed softly, mirth sparkling in her beady eyes as she folded her body into a more comfortable stance. She knew it was only a matter of time, really, before he would give in.)


OOC: Hope ya don't mind me dropping in! Noel is in Optime form and is accompanied by Mīyā, his partner-in-crime raven. Maybe Joa could goad him into participating in her rodeo!

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POSTED: Thu Mar 09, 2017 7:58 pm

Optime | Midday | Drifter Bay/Ash Herd
Sure, works for me
WORD COUNT
309

As the mare started to tire Joaquina hugged her legs tighter to the sides of the animal. The mare wasn't done yet and gave another attempt at dislodging the coyote woman by kicking out with her hind legs and lowering her head in hope of causing the predator to tumble off. Sadly this didn't work as Joa pressed her body in close to the mare's. A shifting breeze brought the scent of another predator their way and sent the mare into hysterics once more.

Joaquina calmly reworked her grip, entangling her hand further with the mare's mane, before looking over to whom the scent belonged to. "Can't break them in just by looking at them." She stated as if that was the purpose behind her antics. "You going to just stare or you going to help out?" She figured it would be a good enough excuse for what it was that she was doing even if her intentions hadn't started out that way.

"You can take that buckskin over there. Don't think she'll put up as much of a fight." Joa made her recommendation and pointed out the mare that she was talking about in care the male knew nothing about horse colors. "I'd steer clear of the dapple if I were you." She made a motion over towards the dark colored horse that boasted a light mane and tail. "She is clearly the leader here and won't take too kindly to anyone messing around with her." The way that she spoke offered up the knowledge that the southern bred woman had some experience with this kind of thing. This wasn't her first horse herd that she dealt with and she could easily spot the dynamics of it. There were nuances in the way that the horses interacted with each other that allowed for Joaquina to pick this out.

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POSTED: Fri Mar 17, 2017 9:12 pm

Word Count → 253 :: Sorry for the super duper long wait!

Noel wasn’t entirely surprised the female had noticed him, as he hadn’t tried to conceal himself -- what he balked at was the absolute ease in which she addressed him, as if she weren’t currently wrestling with the giant of an animal beneath her. WIth hesitant steps, he padded closer to the gray coyote, minding his steps the entire way.

“I’ve never ridden before,” he called out haltingly in response to Joaquina, still wary of the four-legged beasts. They were intimidating, to say the least -- as he drew closer, Noel could finally see the true extent of their heights. The gray female, however, seemed at ease amongst the herd; her posture and tone exuded both confidence and experience. On the other hand, the street-urchin hadn’t had many chances to interact with horses; what few encounters he’s had were with tame equestrians, broken in and calmer to the arrival of Luperci.

Nonetheless, Noel bit down any objections and began to approach the mare Joaquina had motioned to. To his untrained eye, the tri-colored coyjackal couldn’t pinpoint any traits that would make her less of a fighter than the others -- he followed her advice anyways, not wanting to take any chances. The horse startled slightly upon scenting him, quickly clopping further into the herd; the Sciens kept his eye trained on it, however, not willing to lose it within the mass of moving bodies. “How do I get on this thing?” Noel shouted hoarsely, unused to raising his voice above a speaking tone.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 27, 2017 9:26 am

Optime | Midday | Drifter Bay/Ash Herd
This is where you would write something out of character.
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"Not all that hard to ride." Joaquina declared. "You just sit and let the horse do all of the work." And with the way that Joaquina was calmly sitting atop a bucking animal really made it seem as easy as just that. "It is the breaking in that is the fun part." She turned her head to grin at the male. There was obvious amusement written all over her features. She was clearly enjoying herself atop the wild animal. She liked the unpredictability of what she was doing.

"From the left side only." While she was willing to put his life in danger she wasn't out to get him killed. She made sure he knew exactly the side from which to approach the mare. "You have to be quick. Grab some mane and jump. Be ready for her to move and stay low. Hold on tight. It is going to be a rough ride." So even though she stated that that particular mare would be easier to handle it didn't mean that she wasn't about to put up a fight.

Joa's own mare had tired and ceased her fighting. Even so she kept her hand tightly wound in the horse's mane just in case is was a feint and the mare would start back up again. She kept watch over the male to see if he would be able to do it on his own. There was a rush to risking one's life that she couldn't explain. "You have to hurry or they will close ranks. Dapple won't put up with you messing around." She gave the warning that the lead mare wasn't going to put up with threats if he didn't think to get a move on. "If you are going to do it then do it now or get out."

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POSTED: Thu Apr 13, 2017 4:52 am

Word Count → 462 :: Out of Character text

“I’ll do it.” he ground out, taking her words as a type of challenge. Surely it couldn’t be as difficult as it seemed -- the ashen woman had made it look so easy, barely flinching atop the giant animal beneath her. Under her direction, Noel crept slowly closer to the broad side of the horse, trying not to scare the tan creature. “Left, left,” Mīyā cautioned softly as he approached the mare’s flank, her wings fluttering slightly as his balance shifted. He inhaled deeply, feeling the slow thud of his heart start to speed as adrenaline began to kick in. Gritting his teeth, Noel lunged forward, grasping the buckskin mare’s mane whilst pushing off from the ground.

Almost immediately the beast startled, muscles rippling as he swung onto her dust-stained back. In the spur of the moment Joaquina’s advice was momentarily forgotten; upon mounting the frightened horse Noel had mistakenly risen to an upright position, causing him to immediately lose his balance. The rocking motion of the buckskin flung him forward -- only pure luck kept him from being tossed from her back like a ragdoll. He let a colorful array of curses fly from his mouth, somehow managing to sound both indignant and alarmed. Faintly above him Noel could register the jeering of his feathered companion -- Mīyā had been hurled from her perch on his shoulder long ago, fluttering off into the air with an equally disgruntled squawk. She had seemingly lost all pity for the hybrid the moment she had been propelled from her roost, now crowing with obvious laughter from the skies.

With a strained grunt, Noel forced his body to lean closer to the mare’s back, centering his core. The buckskin was still thrashing from under him, kicking and twisting as she jerked from side to side. When she had finally calmed enough for the slim male to lift his head from her mane, Noel sought out the gaze of the silver coyote, suddenly seeing her in a different light -- part of him wanted to applaud her for her nerves of steel and the other was considering recommending her to Harosheth for a mental checkup.

“Jesus,” he settled on instead, breathless and panting from the rough ride. “You’re crazy for doing this, I’m crazy for doing this -- get me off this thing!” If this was what riding a horse was like, Noel wanted none of it; the unrelenting jostling of the mare was starting to make him feel quite nauseous, furthering his urge to alight. Nevertheless, the jackal remained on the buckskin’s back as she slowed her jerking, determined to outlast the mare despite his growing desire to vomit. “How long ‘til she stops movin’?” Noel called out, not trusting himself to dismount just yet.

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