You ain't the boss of me

Ahiga Nishant · 02-19-2012, 06:20 PM

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AHIGA NISHANT

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Word Count :: 576 There we go :3

Life had seemed to have fallen into some kinda of endless loop, a routine he fulfilled each day. Get up, ride out, attempt to hunt, fail, go home, sulk, sleep, then repeat. Despite all his constant practice at the art of hunting he wasn't getting all that much better and the kills he did manage were more luck then skill, although recently the traps he had been laying out seemed to catch more frequently then usual which mended some of the young Nishant's broken pride. As the morning came he stirred, stretching his stiff body out limb by limb and yawning loudly without care as to whom may be around. Rolling over he felt the uncomfortable pricks of straw, the sound of dragging as the blanket was pulled across the yellow needles as he moved. Gingerly he sat up, blinking and rubbing sleep filled eyes until his surroundings came into focus, followed by the near overwhelming stench of horses bombarding his nose. Twisting his head he spotted Buck munching on the remained of feed he'd left out last night for the stallion, the thoroughbred paid him no mind for it's attention was completely upon the task of eating. Taking in the sounds around him next he noted nothing out of place; just the horses and himself present. Snatching the blanket up with one hand he rose to his feet, stretching as he did so and then shaking the straw of his blanket before holding it neatly and putting it in the small wooden box in the corner of Bucks stool that he used to store some of his stuff.

Lazily he padded over to the stool door, plucking the stallions tack and promptly attaching the various pieces to the horse as he ate; tying a small saddle back and his spear to the saddle and tugging lightly on each once to make sure they wouldn't fall he stepped back to admire his work, grinning like an idiot as he approved of how Buck looked all tacked up and ready to go. Moving towards the door, he reached over blindly and undid the lock and grasped the stallions reigns and lead him out of his stool; kicking the door shut behind him. Leading Buck outside he stopped the thoroughbred just shy by a fence and quickly mounted up, using the wooden planks as a boost. As soon as he was on the horses back, the stallion fidgeted about and eventually settled. Pressing the buckskin's side he set the horse of; his destination anywhere but his home pack in an attempt to break the cycle he'd fallen into.

Travelling lightly it wasn't long before the pair eventually stumbled upon the thick scent that indicated another packs borders. Looking out into the territory he found himself struck by curiosity and common sense told him that trespassing was a bad idea, that if he had no reason to be there he should leave. But that would be obeying, doing what others believed to be appropriate behaviour, following the mould others made; something at that moment he did not and would not do. Urging Buck on he crossed the border, a smug yet nervous grin upon him as he lead the stallion a few paces in before he pulled lightly upon his reigns brining the stallion to a halt. Swinging a leg over the horses side he dismounted with little grace and looked around, suddenly feeling nervous and guilty as anything.

Image courtesy of Jeffrey K. Edwards

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