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Wayne

POSTED: Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:19 pm

A low growl ripped it's way from his throat as he pushed Hibiki forward, tracking the pest of a foal. It hadn't been one of his greatest choices to bring Shin with him, considering the sheer number of animals already with the group, his actions however were forced; it was either bring the untamed foal or leave it with his father, which was not an option. Under no circumstances would he leave his father anything, even a reckless, disobedient foal. Proceeding down the mountain, away from the families camp, he had to admit that the foal was impressive in the fact is had gotten so far before either he or Hibiki had realised the pest was gone. Much like her owner, Hibiki was relatively indifferent to her own offspring, even sometimes an outright threat towards Shin.

Still, the foal was the families responsibility and so slowly rider and mare closed in on it. Reducing speed, he dismounted as the mare came to a stop, promptly walking over to shin and grasping the foals head collar roughly, a short, threatening growl of warning aimed at the animal as the youth began to startle and attempt to run of. God he hated horses, as useful as they were. “Sore o-chū ni tsumeru ka, yūshoku, sukoshi gaichū ni narudeshou. Watashi wa sudeni anata o koroshite inai kansha shite” giving a hard tug, the sandstorm Itou began to lead Shin away, Hibiki lifting her head from a patch of grass that had distracted her, heading over and trailing behind slowly, making a point to attempt to bite the miscreant, although the foal had enough sense to dodge it's mother at the last moment.

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POSTED: Thu Jul 04, 2013 10:08 pm

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His business concluded in the north, Wayne was very eager to be headed back home. He wouldn't know immediately whether or not the breeding with the impressive Svantevit stallion would take, but Fern seemed happy and healthy after the little rendezvous and that was all he could really ask for at the moment. He was sure that a large foal would be born from the union, and that foal would probably be put to work as a communal horse in the pack. He couldn't really claim that having another horse in his "personal" herd would be too much work, considering he looked over all the horses anyway, but it would be nice to contribute something a little extra to his comrades.

Similarly to his ride north, the cowboy sat his pinto cob mare with the gentle draft following after, connected by a very loose rope to the saddle. Fern was used to following the leader, Gypsy, but a little extra incentive to keep close wouldn't hurt in the neutral lands. One never knew what might be around the corner, after all.

The mare beneath him suddenly jerked her head up, ears turning forward, and snorted. Wayne smelled the stranger in time with her, and quickly urged her in that direction -- only to see a man roughly pulling a foal by the head, a roan mare in tow aiming a bite at the young colt. The cowboy scowled, but stomached his initial disgusted reaction and only urged Gypsy a little closer. He kept a tight grip on her reins, knowing that her attitude toward non-Cavalieri was reluctantly neutral when she was on her very best behavior. She was obedient at his hand, and not a malicious horse, but perhaps the war mount was a little eager to sink her teeth into someone who looked like they deserved it.

Y'need help, bud? Wayne asked, for the sake of his pack's reputation forcing a smile as he and his horses stepped closer. Brown eyes roamed over the young foal thoughtfully, but he tried not to stare.

POSTED: Tue Jul 23, 2013 8:39 am

Gripping the rough material of the head collar tighter, the Itou thought of the urge to growl and let free a string of obscenities as a do-gooder stranger felt obliged to nosy in on his troubles. Some canines really needed to learn when to leave things alone; he was in no mood to deal with someone who had high enough morals to attempt to offer assistance to a complete stranger. Such was not the way of most Itous and most certainly, the concept of helping a complete stranger who wasn't of blood was lost of the male.

Pushing his shoulders back a little, he turned, a blank expression across his face to cover his initial irritation. The male was significantly taller than him, which wasn't a surprise; coloured in dusty browns, inconstant in tone in places it seemed or perhaps that was the light. Pale eyes then moved to the horse, staring for a second before drawing his attention back to Mr. Do-gooder, Shin deciding at that moment to rear up, the Itou turning and tugging the foal back down to the ground, shooting it a threatening look. “No need” a simplistic response, heavy with his accent, feeling no need to elaborate on his reasons or introduce himself. All he wanted was to get Shin back to the camp, so that he could take his anger out of the stupid animal.

Again Shin moved, trying to run off, the Itou redirecting the movement and tugging at the foals head harshly, without caring if he harmed the horse in the process.

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The male turned to look at him blankly; he was a young fellow, lean, with prominent dog blood in his Roman nose and sharp features. He was also oddly heavily dressed, and clearly not too impressed by the offer for help.

Wayne, for his part, tried to smile -- he really did, though it came awkwardly to a face meant for grumpy frowning. It didn't take long for the smile to be chased away as the foal tried to rear away, and the loner offered a terse and simple response. He didn't want help -- and that would have been fine. Wayne was usually too awkward to help those who didn't need it, coming across either too heavily or too little, but every situation was different. And this situation made him angrier by the second as the foal, once more, tried to jerk free.

Another sharp tug came as the loner corrected the motion, and Wayne barked. "Hey!" He let his horse take a few steps closer; Gypsy was already giving the other mare the stink eye. "Knock it off," the dusty-colored mongrel insisted, not caring if he was supposed to be minding his own business. "You need to calm down. You don't need to be rough with that foal." His teeth set together.

POSTED: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:09 am

Slowly he flicked his eyes from the foal onto the stranger, ice blue irises looking wrong upon his bleached out colouration, narrowing them into an obvious glare, lips tugging back a fraction in a small snarl caring little for the strange males opinion of himself, giving into the urge to growl and stomp his feet around in frustration. Stress had been piling up recently, emotions, fears and nightmares always having to be hidden, to be ignored; a mask upon his face of unshakeable confidence, as if the sandstorm Itou was indestructible. The truth was far from the image he showed his family from a day to day basis, but he would roll over dead before he allowed anyone to see otherwise.

Yanking the reigns down, he pulled harsh at the horse, throwing his weight back to add extra strength to the motion before he threw the reigns towards the interfering do gooder. “Trouble all yours then. Pest no my problem no more” he said, accent making the words hard to decipher even to his own ears, although the body language and gesture of itself was no doubt telling enough. There were enough problems going in his life as it was, the foal was an unnecessary one and it was somewhat good luck that the stranger had decided to play pony-hero. An ideal individual to dump the foal on.

Turning away, he ignored Shins flailing about and moved over to Hibiki, the towering Mare's nostrils flared, a singular hood pounding at the ground, looking every part the temperamental war mount the mare was; she wouldn't let anyone else but her rider near her, not even her own offspring, which once more lead him to admire the work his father and Aphrodite had put into training her as such, ever grateful that she now was his and his alone.

Moving up towards her without a care in the world, he didn't even blink at the near bite shot that was aimed at him, hands reaching out and grabbing her saddle, mounting her with practised ease, grabbing the reigns and bringing her under control in a gentle manner when compared to his treatment of Shin. “Oroka, kanshō baka.” the words were muttered under his breath, a slight, amused shake of his head was his only gesture as he sighed, urging Hibiki forward to leave the foal in the stranger care before the male could dump the dead weight back on him.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 17, 2013 10:24 pm

Hereee poinless wrap-up post. :D

The stranger's face contorted with frustration, eyes angry slits and teeth flashing in a growl. It was not a show that impressed Wayne, whoever. He stared back without real expression but for his characteristic scowl, his face hard and weathered for his age. He waited in silence, before the male jerked the foal again then tossed the reins aside. His words were harsh and uncaring, heavily accented and running together, but Wayne got the gist well enough. He was quick to dismount though he kept a firm grip on Gypsy's reins even as the warhorse offered a warning bob of her head to the other mare.

He reached as far as he could to grasp the halter of the small foal, who danced around in panic before pricking his ears at a nicker from behind them. Fern had been out of the way and silent throughout the interaction, if nervously breathing, but she nickered again gently at the colt. It didn't seem to help much, though Wayne managed to quickly tie another rope so that the foal was connected to his horses, his brown eyes darting toward the other aggressive horse and its crude rider. The dog seemed utterly apathetic to what was going on behind him, but Wayne didn't care. He tied the foal up, mounted, and headed home.

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