05-05-2012, 06:26 PM
Here, have a Honrin
He wasn't quite sure how it had happened but it had and now he had to live with how things were. Horse and rider stared at each other. Blue eyes meeting golden amber in a ferocious battle of wills. Emmett was a stubborn and vicious stallion yet he hadn't ever bitten, kicked or stepped on Honrin, not even when he had been a small puppy. And now Honrin had managed to actually mount the horse there was no bucking or rearing just an intense staring contest. Whoever won this would gain the upper hand in their stormy relationship.
Five minutes passed and then ten with neither looking away or loosing focus. The thirty minute mark flew by without a care from either of them. By the time the first relented almost two hours had gone by and Honrin's thighs were beginning to cramp up from holding himself steady, ready to hang onto the stallion should he suddenly decide to start bucking. The first one to break, was Emmett. Finally dodging away from the predators eery golden stare. He snorted nervously and pawed at the ground. Honrin growled quietly still staring at the stallion before dismounting and patting the white horse's neck. He murmured to Emmett in low speech, comforting the stallion.
He wasn't quite sure how it had happened but it had and now he had to live with how things were. Horse and rider stared at each other. Blue eyes meeting golden amber in a ferocious battle of wills. Emmett was a stubborn and vicious stallion yet he hadn't ever bitten, kicked or stepped on Honrin, not even when he had been a small puppy. And now Honrin had managed to actually mount the horse there was no bucking or rearing just an intense staring contest. Whoever won this would gain the upper hand in their stormy relationship.
Five minutes passed and then ten with neither looking away or loosing focus. The thirty minute mark flew by without a care from either of them. By the time the first relented almost two hours had gone by and Honrin's thighs were beginning to cramp up from holding himself steady, ready to hang onto the stallion should he suddenly decide to start bucking. The first one to break, was Emmett. Finally dodging away from the predators eery golden stare. He snorted nervously and pawed at the ground. Honrin growled quietly still staring at the stallion before dismounting and patting the white horse's neck. He murmured to Emmett in low speech, comforting the stallion.