on the road again...

Dixie-May Jackson · 09-02-2011, 12:09 PM

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OOC 27th, as i stated she was already going into heat. Post fixed!

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Dixie was so relaxed, comfortable even through the rock was hard and little pieces were poking at her tummy. The sun warmed her back and her eyes drooped, sending her in to a soft doze. Wayne just sat there on the ground wringing his hands and rubbing at his face nervously, scenting the air every few minutes. He knew that a rest break was needed for the horses…and it looked like Dixie needed it as well, but he wasn’t comfortable with their close proximity to the pack. What if they were aggressive and didn’t want strangers anywhere near their home? The male was confident in his ability to protect for a certain amount of time, but he knew that his fighting skills weren’t the best. There had never been much reason to learn, as no one had ever really threatened the two.

A while later the still mostly wild mare looked up and watched something in the distance, her ears flicking back and forth while the other horses ignored whatever it was and kept eating. Wayne stiffened and slid his small knife from the pocket in his jeans, ready to fly at whoever or whatever was coming if they meant any harm at all. The heavy hoof beats indicated it was a rather large horse coming…probably one of draft descent. This would have been just wonderful if there was no rider, a horse running right into his arms? Jackpot! Of course he knew that there was a rider, but there was nothing wrong with wishing.

When the huge black and white horse ran up and came to a slow stop, Wayne pushed up from the rock and leaned back against it, his chest and shoulders pretty much hiding most of Dixie’s body. He tipped his hat to the stranger and watched the multicolored stallion, the large stud was gorgeous and young looking, obviously very strong and smart as well. When the stranger’s horse walked up to Gypsy and Duke, they got a mostly friendly greeting. Queen got as far away as possible, while Duke just ignored them all. Gypsy lifted her head and looked around though, moving over to the stallion and sniffing at him a bit before neighing softly with a load of curiosity, wondering where the new horse had come from. It was the first time Wayne had seen Gypsy being friendly. His face was a bit slack as he watched, very surprised.

Shaking his head, the big man turned back and nodded to the man who called himself Saul. ”I’m Wayne McCoy, and this little filly nappin’ up here is Dixie-May Jackson.” His voice was a low timbre with a southern twang, probably not something the Nova Scotian canines didn’t hear too often. Just as he introduced them both, Dixie rolled onto her side and pressed her head to Wayne’s shoulder, nuzzling her face against his neck before yawning and blinking sleepily at the new guy. ”H-hi there… Nice ta meet ya. You can call me Dixie, Mr. Saul.” Her face lit up with a friendly smile, only to be broken again by another yawn. She shook her head and slid down off the rock, showing the contrast in size and body type between Wayne and herself.

”Horses seem to be getting’ along good…’cept little Queen. She is still too wild to know we ain’t gonna let nothin’ hurt her.” She smiled fondly and moved over to the bunch of horses, not worried in the least about getting hurt. When she walked up to the paint mare and stallion, she noticed Saul’s horse lifting his upper lip and scenting the air. Her eyes then flicked over to Gypsy and the girl groaned. ”Wayne…Gypsy’s about to go into heat…real soon now, and this boy here thinks she is smellin’ just mighty fine, huh you big hunk?” Dixie was a silly little girl, and she rubbed her hands over Hermes’ shoulder, scratching his thick hide enough to get him to start relaxing. ”Some beautiful horses you got here, Mr. Saul. Where’d you say you lived?”

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