i've been feeling old, i've been feeling cold

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POSTED: Sun Feb 15, 2015 8:59 pm

Thread Prompt: Communal horses need love, too! Head to the stables and take one out on a little ride for exercise, or maybe feed and groom them. Referencing the unnamed gray grade stallion! (325)

It was rare for the Butler girl to be found hanging around the stables besides to take Raven out for a ride. It was not like she had an aversion for the other horses, but simply because she never had the time or interest to bother with them. She knew that pack mates like Chamberlain Alder looked after the horses and she supposed there wasn't much she could do to help them when they were doing a wonderful job already. There were other things that could occupy herself with, and find herself at those places rather than the stables.

But that day she was there and after checking her own horse, she decided to visit the others that were communal. They were all familiar to her as far as appearances and their temperaments went, but anything more was not known. There were only a handful of them, and knowing she was incapable of handling the rowdier of the few, she decided to take out the oldest horse out of his stall. The stallion was probably older than anyone in the pack by far, perhaps even Madilyn Joyce. He was easy enough to lead out, and was peaceful as she dressed him in blankets and a lead.

It was not until she started leading him out towards the race track that he started to become problematic.

He followed behind her with a sauntering walk and Estella did not notice him stopping until she nearly pulled out her arm when the lead had pulled taut. She turned to look back at the stallion with a quizzical look, and the beast merely stared back at her with a lazy, almost expecting gaze. The girl adjusted her clothing a bit as if embarrassed before softly tugging on the lead. She clicked her tongue and said encouragingly, "Come on now, cheval de grand-père." And yet the horse kept staring at her. Honestly, she was starting to feel a bit foolish.

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POSTED: Sun Feb 15, 2015 9:28 pm

hope you don't mine eugene! let me know if any changes need to be made (+282)

The sound of bristles scraping gingerly against a thin pelt filled his ears, something on an annoyance despite the fact that it was necessary to hear. The mere sound was quite an achievement, though. Darnell was slowly beginning to warm up to him, and for that Eugene was glad. It was impossible to keep a smile off his face as he brushed down the dust-layered horse with a brush, her coat shining like silk in what light filled the stables.

Matts and dust were finally removed from her flowing mane and the chocolate boy stepped back to gaze upon his good work before collecting together the brushes he had set upon the edge of the stall, moving away from the horse. Gene eased the stall door closed and latched it before turning to gaze upon the rest of the horses that filled the building. His nose twitched at the scent of horses and hay and slightly rotted wood, the scent of a familiar Court member touching flaring nostrils. Jade eyes landed swiftly upon the petite form of one of the Butler children and he found himself moving to approach her with a soft smile on his maw.

"Hey, Estella," he greeted, watching as she tugged at a lead attached to a reluctant horse. He moved to set the brushes on the edge of a stall wall, a few of them leaning precariously towards the edge. They threatened to fall, teetering for a moment before finding their balance and sitting peacefully along the wood. "Do you need some help with that?" he asked with a small chuckle forming in his throat, muted as he tried to attempt to keep it from bubbling up.


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POSTED: Sun Feb 15, 2015 11:11 pm

yisss a kite thread (297)

Estella hadn't noticed she wasn't the only Courtier that was in the stables. She was still tugging on the lead and her brows were staring to furrow in exasperation at the horse's sudden stubbornness when someone spoke to her and she turned her head to see it was one of the King's boys. "Ah, Monsieur Eugene," she greeted back formally with a forced smile as she stopped tugging and relaxed as if she hadn't been trying to force the horse to follow her and was merely taking an obedient horse on a stroll.

She felt her hair settle around her, and quickly lifted a hand to push her it aside and smooth it over. She hoped that she looked less foolish than how she felt. Nothing seemed more embarrassing than the idea of being caught wild-haired hair and trying to yank along a horse that didn't want to listen -- it didn't exactly ring the ideals of courtliness. It was more like a scene out of a comedy.

The Butler could sense that the Page was almost laughing, and it did not help make her feel better about the situation. "I was just --" she said, almost sounding chagrin before cutting herself off and making her voice more even and refined. "I'm taking out one of the horses for a walk. He's resting at the moment. He's old, after all, but I think we'll be fine." The lie was well written but poorly delivered; Estella was not one for dishonesty, and even the white lie could be seen through as she glanced to the side occasionally as if she was worried that Eugene could read the embarrassment on her face. It didn't help that she was open like a book when she wasn't prepared to be otherwise.

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POSTED: Sun Mar 08, 2015 8:12 pm

sorry for the wait on this! also sorry for the short lame post (+167)

The stubborn horse drew Gene's attention away from the chocolate fae as she responded to his greeting. The formal titling that many members of the Court used appeared in her speech and the attention of jade eyes was drawn to her for a brief moment. A pale hand rose to his face and he ran padded fingers through his mop of hair. It wasn't nearly as long as it had been, he had cut it off not too long ago and now chocolate strands fell around his face in a dirty mess that desperately needed to be cleaned.

He gave a calm nod when she explained the situation in brief. "He's generally very stubborn when I try to take him out," the wolf said, stepping closer to the horse. A padded hand reached out to pat him on the neck. "I think a treat would encourage him," Eugene continued, looking to Estella, "I don't think we have much, though, there isn't much that grows in the winter."


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POSTED: Sun Mar 15, 2015 4:32 pm

pfft Kite posts are never lame. and don't mind Estella silently freaking out over his dirty hair >_> (257)

She watched as he ran his fingers through his hair and Estella could not help but notice that it was rather messy, and not "cute" messy -- it was "dirty" messy. A tried and true hypochondriac, she kept up her appearance not only for aesthetic, but also for her health. She spent her childhood sickly far too long, and her fear of sickness followed her into adulthood. Where there they were messes, there were possibility her weak body would betray her and get sick again.

Of course, the Page's dirty hair wouldn't get her sick, but she could not help but feel a little off as she watched him fiddle with it. If he had been a stranger and not a pack mate, much less the King's son, she would have told him to go bathe without a second thought.

The Butler watched and listened as Eugene patted the horse and spoke, and she blinked as things were explained to her. So she wasn't the only one who had problems with the horse. "Ah, so he's a stubborn, old grandpa for everyone," she said with a snort as she looked at the stallion who was still expecting the treat that the Sadira mentioned. Estella looked back at Eugene and said, "That is true -- is there anything that would get this mule to move?" She would rather not force the beast to do something he didn't want to do, but she was not sure if there were any treats in season that would encourage him to be more docile.

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POSTED: Fri Apr 03, 2015 2:44 am

apologies for the massive wait! (202)

Silence hangs in the air, filled by the muffled stamping of horse's hooves as they chant—demand, rather—to be let out as well. Attention! Of course, Eugene is oblivious to the quiet pitter-patter of hooves on hay and ignores all the tell-tale signs of restless animals ready to be put out in the pastures. Instead, his focus is on Estella and the grumpy horse who had been refusing to exit. And it seemed as if they would not get him to do so, either. A lack of treats required Eugene to think more, and while that was something he enjoyed doing, there was a nagging tug that told him not to bother.

"Just keep yanking him," Eugene said tastelessly, dark chocolate shoulders rolling in a shrug as the words depart from slightly agape cavity, slipping past ivory teeth and blackened lips parted only just, moving to form the words and push the air. "There isn't much else we can do at this point," he continued, justifying his abrupt, emotionless response. It was obvious that the man grows weary of watching a girl tussle with a grumpy old horse. Who would want to watch such an ordeal? Certainly not anyone in their right mind.


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