When Different Worlds Collide [DND]

Wayne McCoy · 02-03-2012, 10:25 PM

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Watch what you say, I will betray.
My promises, they will decay

Word Count :: 545 There are probably contradictions/inaccuracies in my post because I don't feel like proofreading. >>;;

It was his job to know all of the horses in the pack, from those originally under his own care to the newcomers such as the coydog’s older stallion. Luckily, there was no other duty in the world that Wayne would trade for. He loved spending time with the herd, so much that one might think he was raised by horses, the way he was so at ease with them. They were simpler creatures than luperci, but no less full of personality and intelligence. They were easier to deal with than other canines most of the time, especially for the former loner.

He was working on picking Fern’s hooves now, scraping out the muck that had been picked up from their journeying—working at the break of dawn as always, a rhythm he was used to from his busy youth. Around them pranced Bark, who had grabbed hold of one of the ropes lying around and was now flinging it around his head. Snorting, the Labrador mix released the mare’s leg and thrust the pick into his pocket before chasing after the colt, which jerked the rope out of his grasp then scampered around his mother. Luckily, the chestnut female was quick to reach out and nip her son on the rump; Bark squealed indignantly, the rope falling from his mouth, and Wayne quickly coiled it with a laugh.

“C’mere, young’un,” the dusty-furred man said, letting out a yip that brought the foal bounding excitedly toward him. “All play and no work ain’t how we do it ’round here. If you’re so excited ’bout the rope, let’s halter train for a bit.” He managed to hold the colt still enough to slide the halter on him, leading him along. Fern snorted in what seemed to be amusement and ambled after them.

At one point the innermost ring of the racetrack came into view, and Wayne spotted two large specimens there: the black-splashed white stallion and the large wolf that was his owner. He smiled and clicked his tongue for Bark to come along faster, making his way toward them, the thud of hooves announcing their arrival. The cowboy untied the lead then nudged the colt along, muttering that he was let off easy today; the foal returned to his mother, allowing the Rispetto to give his alpha his sole attention. Other than celebrations and aiding in greeting potential joiners at the borders, he hadn’t interacted much with the leaders. He knew that, along with being more social toward the rest of the pack, he needed to fix this if he was going to make the most of what Casa di Cavalieri offered.

“Howdy, Jazper,” the wolfdog called, wandering over to the fencing and leaning against it as well, arms crossed and cowboy hat tipped. Brown eyes followed the movements of the massive stallion galloping around in his corral. “He’s a right gorgeous horse,” he murmured appreciatively, in quiet awe of the grace with which the giant beast moved. “You’re a lucky man.” He flashed the Sole an only slightly uncertain grin, having heard gossip from Dixie that the tall man wasn’t so fond of the equines. At least, he wouldn’t have went out of his way to obtain the magnificent creature prancing about the ring.

Image courtesy of UmbraDeNoapte-Stock

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