09-22-2012, 04:16 AM
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This takes place before the hurricane. Kenna's gonna need some help...
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For someone who was supposed to have a "certain way with animals", sometimes nature's critters really knew how to get under her skin. It was all Kenna could do not to throw something in her frustration. Today, the source of her annoyance was yet again her stallion, Dust. Ever since becoming a part of Cercatori d'arte, the stud had taken to acting like a complete ass. Of course no one could ever say he looked like one, but his behavior as of late sure was akin to one of the braying cousins. The quarter horse would constantly misbehave through the entire process of her trying to groom or saddle him up. He'd kick the tack box over, or chew on his lead rope or paw at the ground when she tried to pick his hooves clean. And most irritating (and painful) of all was how whenever she walked by his stall, he would stick his head out and nip at her sleeve, her hat or sometimes her hair. Day after day these little things were starting to add up and after being nipped on the paw, Kenna was about to lose her temper.
Scowling as she rearranged the hay bedding in Dust's stall while he was tied out in the walkway of the stables, Kenna didn't see when the stallion at last chewed through his lead rope and began to trot off towards another stall where his favorite mare was penned. When at last she looked up, she startled when she saw the buckskin missing from where he left him, standing up straight suddenly and bcracking her head hard on the bars of the stall gate with a loud, deep clang. "SON OFA--" She shouted, stumbling backwards and giving a low growl, clutching her head and stomping a footpaw in the hay, hissing through her teeth. With her eyes smarting and vision blurring she glared after the menace of a stallion who was busy pestering the mare. Tenderly rubbing the lump forming on her brow and trying to rid her nose of the sudden metallic tang of blood, she growled again feeling a massive headache throbbing to life. After taking another moment to recover, Kenna exited the stall, snatched up the stallion's lead rope (it was the third time he'd chewed through it and it was full of knots and needing replacing badly) and headed over to Dust with angry, heavy footfalls and a deep growl in her throat. "Dust..." She spoke in a sharp tone, eyes flashing, ignoring the pain in her head. It was rare that she got this flustered. "That is. The last straw, mister!" She said loudly and swiftly snapped the end of the rope against his lower rear leg. Dust simply flinched and splayed his ears, hanging his head and looked upon his companion with large brown eyes. Kenna wasn't gonna fall for his shenanigans. She pulled back her ears and bore her teeth at his would be apology. "Oh no you don't. You're in trouble this time boy, and you know it!" She huffed and roughly grabbed onto the horse's halter and pulled him back around and over to the hitching post.
Blinking through the pounding in her head, feeling slightly dizzy she worked quickly to make yet another temporary knot in the lead rope and tied the quarter horse back up. Stepping back, paws on her hips she sighed exasperatedly, looking her mount over with annoyance. Dust continued to give her a sheepish look. But suddenly, Kenna didn't feel so great. Closing her eyes and bringing a paw back up to her head she was surprised to feel just how big the bump had gotten. Applying slight pressure to the raised injury she winced and gave a soft cry of pain. "Damnit...Must've hit harder than I thought..." she mumbled, and swayed a little on her paws. She was just about to take a step to head out of the stables and see if she couldn't find someone to take a look at the bruise when suddenly her vision pitched and the ground rushed up to meet her as she fainted out cold, collapsing into the dirt unceremoniously.
Dead to the world as she was, Kenna didn't know it, but as her body fell to the floor, Dust began to whinny and neigh loudly and frantically, pulling on his rope to try and reach his companion, concerned for her. When he found he couldn't get loose easily his eyes widened and he began to rear up and kick at the side of a stall, trying to attract the attention of someone, anyone, so that they may help his fallen rider... [/html]
This takes place before the hurricane. Kenna's gonna need some help...BIC://
Scowling as she rearranged the hay bedding in Dust's stall while he was tied out in the walkway of the stables, Kenna didn't see when the stallion at last chewed through his lead rope and began to trot off towards another stall where his favorite mare was penned. When at last she looked up, she startled when she saw the buckskin missing from where he left him, standing up straight suddenly and bcracking her head hard on the bars of the stall gate with a loud, deep clang. "SON OFA--" She shouted, stumbling backwards and giving a low growl, clutching her head and stomping a footpaw in the hay, hissing through her teeth. With her eyes smarting and vision blurring she glared after the menace of a stallion who was busy pestering the mare. Tenderly rubbing the lump forming on her brow and trying to rid her nose of the sudden metallic tang of blood, she growled again feeling a massive headache throbbing to life. After taking another moment to recover, Kenna exited the stall, snatched up the stallion's lead rope (it was the third time he'd chewed through it and it was full of knots and needing replacing badly) and headed over to Dust with angry, heavy footfalls and a deep growl in her throat. "Dust..." She spoke in a sharp tone, eyes flashing, ignoring the pain in her head. It was rare that she got this flustered. "That is. The last straw, mister!" She said loudly and swiftly snapped the end of the rope against his lower rear leg. Dust simply flinched and splayed his ears, hanging his head and looked upon his companion with large brown eyes. Kenna wasn't gonna fall for his shenanigans. She pulled back her ears and bore her teeth at his would be apology. "Oh no you don't. You're in trouble this time boy, and you know it!" She huffed and roughly grabbed onto the horse's halter and pulled him back around and over to the hitching post.
Blinking through the pounding in her head, feeling slightly dizzy she worked quickly to make yet another temporary knot in the lead rope and tied the quarter horse back up. Stepping back, paws on her hips she sighed exasperatedly, looking her mount over with annoyance. Dust continued to give her a sheepish look. But suddenly, Kenna didn't feel so great. Closing her eyes and bringing a paw back up to her head she was surprised to feel just how big the bump had gotten. Applying slight pressure to the raised injury she winced and gave a soft cry of pain. "Damnit...Must've hit harder than I thought..." she mumbled, and swayed a little on her paws. She was just about to take a step to head out of the stables and see if she couldn't find someone to take a look at the bruise when suddenly her vision pitched and the ground rushed up to meet her as she fainted out cold, collapsing into the dirt unceremoniously.
Dead to the world as she was, Kenna didn't know it, but as her body fell to the floor, Dust began to whinny and neigh loudly and frantically, pulling on his rope to try and reach his companion, concerned for her. When he found he couldn't get loose easily his eyes widened and he began to rear up and kick at the side of a stall, trying to attract the attention of someone, anyone, so that they may help his fallen rider...