Back to basics

Anann Kelevra · 04-10-2010, 08:52 PM

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For Heath!!!

The large friesian stallion thundered around the edges of the large round pen whose normal uses was for lunging and other such training with the horses. The horse bucked and kicked as he galloped. Cutting across the almost arena like area. Obvious was the absence of a tall optime trainer in the center of the ring. Perhaps more obvious still was the hulking secui form that charged after the stallion. Teeth and Hooves missing their targets by scarcely inches. The sound of thundering hooves and the snarling wolf had stirred up a few of the horses in the stalls when the episode had first started, but most seemed to have settled now. The black horse taughted the large, fanged beast, prancing boastfully as he fled out of range. Often returning the charge of the wolf with one of his own.

Anann had started to fall into a bit of a funk the last few days. Having repaired most of the saddles that had been in need of repair and any of the other tack as well. She had found herself with more idle time than she like, it was enough to give her time to think. To miss things, people. To second guess everything she had done and everything she was doing. Homesickness and thoughts of regret had held a dark cloud over her the past few days and Rem had had enough of it! At first he had simply nudged her roughly with his large head or swatted her with his tangled waterfall of a tail. When that didn't get the desired response he had resorted to nips and bites.

It wasn't until he had left a large goose egg on her shoulder that she had granted the warhorse with the response he desired. Sick of her delay in training. A bit of rain and mud was not enough to stop him and he would remind her of that! The large horse had regained much of the weight he had lost in the trip. Much like he fussed over her, Anann fussed over the great stallion. Making more of his slightly ribby frame than there had needed to be. It was time they both began to tone the muscles that had long since grown slack. One that knew the beasts might clearly see that look of playful joy on the stallion and the angry look of annoyance on the dark secui.

Heath morte dre Soul · 04-10-2010, 09:21 PM

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har har

There were some days where Heath was what the horses considered late. He was only mortal of course, his desired for sleep and time with his beloved made some mornings hard to rise from bed or difficult to leave the cabin at all. But he did, just as he did every day and made the short walk that separated one of his lives from the other. The male strode through the stables, hand in his pocket, the other adjusting his hat. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, nodding to the horses that called to him as he made his way to the pair that called him their own. They were all riled, drawing their head up and down and making more noise that Heath usually appreciated. Lumiere was the worst, her wide dark eyes drawing the male from his daze and making him move to her quickly. Hushes and shushes did not ease the mare, and Heath opened her stall but before he could enter the mare pushed by him.

The coy-wolf ran after her, following her dark tail out into the yards. He called after her, his voice filled with the stern annoyance that a father might hold. Heath watched as the mare slowed, her head high as she drew him towards the ring. Honey hued orbs watched the raven stallion race, the wolf chasing at its heels. The mare stopped at the fence, but Heath could see that she desired to be on the other side of it. Her problem was secondary, for the knife he carried was in hand as he climbed the fence. Half way over he recognized the canine inside, stopping one rung off the ground. The roan horse traveled along with the stallion, following its movements on the outer portions of the ring. "Will you stop?" Heath asked, his voice neither harsh nor soft with weakness. But still he could smile, still seeing the humor in it all.

Anann Kelevra · 04-10-2010, 09:54 PM

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<3

Dark eyes watched the stallion. Trying to think a step ahead of him. Trying to find a gap between the thundering hooves to set in tooth and claw. It was not simply round and round they went either. Whirling around on his hind feet, the stallion seemed to turn on a dime. Whether it be to avoid her heading him off or to break her charge from the rear. Such large beasts, the both of them, it was amazing they could move with such agility. Yet that was the purpose of such games. Having started long ago as a simple game of tag between a young rem and a littler of motherless pups.

Occupied as she were, it was surprise that the presence of another at fence went unnoticed. It was only when his words broke into the world within the large pen that Anann was aware that Heath was even there. Stopping dead in her tracks she turned to face the man. Whatever expression of annoyance that had been left on her face departed as she saw the blade in his hand. It took her back to the day they had met. She couldn't help but laugh. It has a harsh sound, at least compared to that of her optime voice. "The knife again? I thought we were past that." Her tail fanned the air behind her. A grin spread across her broad maw.

Seeing his moment of opportunity, Rem charged up behind the currently dark amber fem. Baring his teeth, he bit down on her rump. It would bruise and swell, but it was far from the worst those teeth could deliver. As soon as the strike was dealt the friesian retreated, leaping over the far side of the corral. Anann had snarled, whipping around only to find his heels just out of reach. Mumbling something she shifted quickly back to her optime form. "He started it." Looking over her shoulder at her own rump and the new goose egg that was forming there. It would match the one on her shoulder well enough. "If you couldn't tell."

Heath morte dre Soul · 04-10-2010, 10:40 PM

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Big Grin

He had forgotten that he held the knife in hand as he watched the pair take on last ring around the yard before Anann slowed to address him. The Count leaned against the fence, eyes lowered to meet the four legged canine with a coy grin. Ah yes, the knife. As small as it was it was sharp and lethal in his paws, but of course not needed here. He folded it, and slipped it back into his pocket as he spoke. "I thought you would be glad, to see me defending your mate." He spoke with a chuckle in his tone. The antics of the stallion made Heath's attention shift, and laugh wholeheartedly. He was even compelled to bend over the fence to gather his composure. Lumiere still trotted around the outside of the ring, though her pace was slowed. Heath looked at the mare, her behavior easily turning him nervous.

He was distracted still as he watched the two horses prance outside the ring, shoulder to shoulder. His eyes narrowed, and when the graced the woman once more she was standing on two legs and just about facing him. His humor returned and he hopped off the fence and retreated a pace or two, hand wiping themselves off on his tired jeans. "Of course." Heath spoke with his smile ever present. In the corner of his eye Heath noticed the two horses, but forced himself to look back to Anann. "I will not even begin to list the problems I've had since he's been here." The male simply lied in a teasing manner. Of course he had no further issue since Rem began his boarding with the rest. Nothing had bothered the hybrid, until now; his eyes retreated to the pair that stood stoic and content on the other side of the round ring. Golden gaze narrowed as he studied it.

Anann Kelevra · 04-11-2010, 03:50 PM

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The golden fem's whole front side had become splattered with mud as she had chased the stallion around the corral. She started flicking off the largest chunks of earth, starting on her arms. "I fine job you've done at it to. Why I'd reckon I wouldn't have this welt on my ass if not for your aid." Briefly she glared daggers at man even while still laughing, indicating to the fresh bump forming on her hindquarters. He grin was quickly back in place though. Continuing to seek off and flick away the chunks of mud on her pelt. She focused on the worst of it. Knowing full well there was little she could about rest without rubbing it in worse. The little splatters would brush out easily once they had dried.

Preoccupied, Anann did not notice the first glances Heath had offered the pair on the opposing side of the corral. She was quite oblivious the antics of either of the beasts. "I did warn you he might be a handful." The worst the grim flicked of her pelt, there little more she could do for herself now. She would just have to wait for it to dry and brush it out. Damn horse, he couldn't wait for the ground to dry. No, he wanted to slide around in the muck.

Her gaze finally fixed on her friend. "Also, I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of replacing some of the old leather on the saddles and other tack. Nothing too major." It was then that she finally noticed his attention lied else where. Following his gaze she spun to look at the two horses. Only to see nothing wrong. Turning back to Heath she was puzzled by the look of concern on his features. "What?" She asked looking again from coy-wolf to horses. What she missing something?

Heath morte dre Soul · 04-11-2010, 07:12 PM

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He watched her simply as she attempted to rid her pelt of the mud that dirtied the gold color. It amused Heath to no end, for he felt that there was no one to blame but herself for being in such a situation. His relationship with his horses was quite different then that between she and Rem. There was a sibling mentalities that Heath felt between the two, a playfulness that he seemed to lack. "Time heals all wounds." He spoke with a coy smile. He had always felt that she allow far more improper behavior that he did, but such things were she business. Never had she asked for help, or advice and Heath was happy to let her sleep in the bed she made as muddy as it might be.

Heath could really not find much to complain about when it came to Rem, the horse was normally pleasant. Happy to standing his stall beside Lumiere. The fact that he had chosen it had not really passed through his thoughts, until now. There was something going on, something that didn't settled well with the Marshal. Anann's words brought his gaze back to her face, and he gave a shrug, "Not at all." A smiled came as he continued, "That helps a lot, actually." He hadn't noticed the changes to any of the saddles, but Heath could come and go without noticing much of the changes. Unless they were major, a new face or the lack of one.

He pointed his nose towards the pair, he eyes narrowed and thoughts reeling. "She's does not get along with many." His tone was low, serious. There was something going on, something that he felt uneasy about. He wandered aloud, "Have you noticed them, at all?" Together, getting along. It was a bit bizarre for the roan mare who hardly tolerated her adoptive pale brother when Heath was out of reach.

Anann Kelevra · 04-11-2010, 09:53 PM

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Many of the item Anann had repaired didn't appear to have seen any recent use. She assumed it was perhaps the dried and cracked condition of the leather that had caused them to be passed over. Since many of the other saddles were in fine condition. She had simply been looking for anything to distract her thoughts from returning to the past. Such had been the goal of the little exercise Rem had instigated as well.

Dark orbs continued to watch both the two horses. It was beyond her what problem Heath was seeing with the two. "Well yea I've noticed, but whats wrong with it?' She shrugged. Anann wasn't blind to the fact that Rem had become attracted to the mare. Unusual sure, Rem too was picky about the company he kept. But it was no cause for concern as far as she could see. "Besides, Rem is a gentleman anyways. He wouldn't press her if she wasn't interested." To Anann her horse was an equal, perhaps even more in charge that she was at times. The thought that she should have any say in his mate selection was completely alien to her. Or the fact that Heath might have any such concerns for his mare.

Heath morte dre Soul · 04-11-2010, 11:04 PM

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hehehee

Heath instantly began to wonder. Had he taken Stark too many times out on patrols? Left her behind in the pastures away from his protective gaze? He could not understand what it was that drew the two horses together as it did. And when she spoke Heath thought that perhaps it was indeed nothing. Of course, Lumière had simply found another that thought as she did, Rem had the same sort of personality as she maybe they thought the same way just as he and Anann did. It would be as simple as that. “Nothing I suppose.” He answered, though his mind was not focused on the wolfess what so ever. Then as she spoke again Heath shot her a glance. He had not thought of that at all. For Heath put the words she spoke into a mindset of a male. He looked at her hard, and then walked over to the two horses.

He would be upset. He would. The mare could sense his unease and looked at him with an uneven gaze. His dark hand took a hold of the halter that she wore and asked her with silence and slight pressure to move away from the stallion. He shook his head, leading her away and into the open pathway that led them from the ring to the stables. He looked at her, noticing that her scent was not the same. He touched her abdomen, a single hand that simply held steady. The humans had described it different ways, in the books that he had read. Ways to know all the signs and to tell if a mare was indeed with foal. There had been planning, timing and a course that would be taken. Heath had even gone so far as to choose a suitor for her. Haven’s stallion was the one that he had wished to sire her foal, liking the stance and gait of the large chestnut. She was different now, he could tell. Perhaps he would have been the only one to know now, but she held a different energy then before. Brighter then the light that had come to him all those months ago. Gold eyes looked at the wolfess, whose rogue had certainly caused all of his current problems. With a huff Heath spoke, “He did this.” his tone angry and gruff.

Anann Kelevra · 04-12-2010, 01:38 PM

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bwhaha if anann only knew about the jac incident about ruri and heath she'd so throw it in his face =D

Whatever was bothering Heath, Anann was blind to it. She looked that horses. What was there to be concerned about? Rem had chosen the stall next to the mare himself and they had both seemed happy enough with the arrangement. The golden fem had not given it a second thought. Simple she had been glad Rem had found a friend in the stables here. Taking it as good fortune that there could be happiness for them both her.

It seemed her first comment has deluded his concerns. But if that was the case, her next words obviously only made things worse. As his brow furrowed deeper. He was bordering anger now. She could feel it. What the hell was his problem? He had just been praising the stallion, she thought.

Rem too had become aware of the man's glare. Heath quickly hopped the fence, quickly striding up and grabbing his mare to lead her away. Anann followed him, calling after him. "Heath. Heath wait!". Her eyes however focused on her own steed, warning him not to interfere. Rem only gave a soft nicker as his woman was lead away from his side. "he did this." The anger in his voice sparked Anann's own. "He did what?" She was unaware of the new life in the mare. Not that it would have changed her stand on the matter.

Heath morte dre Soul · 04-13-2010, 02:03 PM

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lol, angry Heathbar xD

His heart was pounding. And now it not only fueled by the anger towards himself, and the stallion but also the worry that he now held for Lumière. She would be a mother, and with that came complications. He had hoped to plan this, to create a schedule that made everything fall into the right season. It was not a devastating thing to happen now, though Heath was unsure if she had foaled in the past, or if this was her first. Would she know what to do? How would he save her is something when awry?

The male stood between the two horses, his back to the dark stallion and facing the mare. When she spoke his name he ignored her. His hand still on the dappled blue abdomen. He knew not if the movement beneath the muscle was a figment of his imagination or not, but he knew what was happening. He wanted to press his nose into her mane and stroke her neck, to speak the soft words of praise the came to him from the small part that was happy for her and her condition. But he was stern, the anger over shadowing anything that might resemble happiness.

“He’s the sire to her litter.” He said with obvious distain. The wolfen words for young flowing from his tongue so easily because of his current anger. How long had the stallion been in place beside Lumière? How long had he and his mistress even been here at all? Not long, and already there was an upset. He had no true complaints about their presence, until now. Heath cleared his throat, and then looked back at the female. His eyes were daggers. Again, the questions rolled through him mind, unable to forget how such horrible things could go wrong for a mare that was in the process of giving birth. He had read the books, he knew the risks. Or course he had never been there, never kept vigil and waited to assist with the other mares that had foaled in the past. This was different of course, he could not loose Lumière.

Anann Kelevra · 04-15-2010, 05:44 PM

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Anann may storm off next post... if so I say we close this and start another? Your thoughts?

Perhaps it was man thing. Anann wasn't certain since she wasn't one. Living in a man's world she had fairly good insight on the inner workings of the opposite sex. At least she thought she did. Still she could not understand what was going through Heath's mind currently. His anger hid his concerns for the mare's well-being far too well. Had he not see the contentment between the two horses. Did his mare's happiness mean nothing to him if it was not something he had sanctioned for her. "So what exactly is the problem then? The foal," She emphasized the word, knowing Heath's blunder had been born in the heat of the moment than that he surely knew the proper term. "or the sire?". Dark brown eyes glared back at golden ones.

The two horses seemed rather uninterested the conflict rising between their two caretakers. Even though they were at the center of it. "Tell me, did you eve notice the happiness and contentment of your mare? or was it simply a blow to your pride that it wasn't you that caused it? And Why is it that men always think they have the right to tell women whom they can or cannot be with?" Anann knew Heath did not think his horse a mindless beast with no will of her own. She did not raise her voice and yell at the man. Her tone was cold and even.

Heath morte dre Soul · 04-16-2010, 02:34 PM

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oh boyyys... i shall start the new one. request to be archived once you read? ^^

It was a man thing. And it was a controlling thing, and a Heath thing. It was that his life had been so unstable that he craved the control and the stability. He knew it was wrong to control Ruri, and he didn’t want to. She lived her life and he was a lucky son of a gun because she chose to live it with him. But this was his domain, and this was his horse. It truth she owned heath more then he had ever owned her, but how could everything just so suddenly change without his consent? He looked away the moment she spoke, his lip twitching as she corrected him. Both. He spoke, his tone low and thick with anger.

He couldn’t listen to her, and refused to hear her lengthy speech. She sounded like a woman scorned, burned by a male that had chosen such a thing for her in her past. But he didn’t think any more of it, This has nothing to do with you. He attempted to claim, though he knew that it was only because of her that this had happened. It was a blessing and a joy and still Heath was too wounded, afraid that there would be something that went horribly wrong and in the end he would be without. It had only happened a few times in his life. Heath took the hold of the halter, and tried to be as calm as he could as he led the mare back into the stables and into her stall. He turned his back on the new member, and didn’t say another word.

Golden eyes looked at the face of the mare, his brow still low and hard. She simply looked back at him. There was no fear, no anger, not even annoyance. She was calm, completely and totally. Heath was too wrapped up in his own emotions to see that she was trying to teach him how to live, and how to react to such news. The male closed the door as she entered her living space, latching it before stamping away.

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