This Strange Impression

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-01-2010, 03:00 PM

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Heath looked into the light eyes of the painted horse. But in truth they looked at each other, both stern as stone. His amber gaze seemed dark, no longer the honey hue that was natural for him but as thick as heavily packed sand. His hands were on the chest high door of the stall, clutching it and holding it shut. His breath was fast, puffin in and out just as the horse’s.

Soucis; his problems his issues. All wrapped up into a black and white patched package that the young stallion was. He thought that there was connection between them, and he reflection on the fact as he locked the stall and walked away.

It had been instant, like the pull he felt with Lumière, and Heath had felt the familiar understanding that came between him and Stark. But now, there was nothing easy about this horse. Heath had found him unruly after the first night he had spent in the stables. Like he had decided against the move from the herd to this place. Heath then moved him to the pasture, where he was more content yet, distant. He did not take to training, though he did not mind the halter or the rope but the direction brought an aggressive nature out of him. And thus, he was dubbed Soucis.

After that Heath had given him one large option, allowing the horse to be free and giving him an open gate. But, frustratingly the patched creature had decided against it and turned to move back to the fresh grass and the rest of the horses that had been put out into the field. It might have been the most frustrating of all, his problem would not just go away.

He sighed heavily, knowing that the day’s work was still not finished and with not motivation to complete it. Sitting with a thump on a wooded crate, Heath tipped the hat he wore over his eyes and leaning his head back to rest on the frame of the building.

Niro Takekuro · 08-01-2010, 04:41 PM

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WC: 662 (5 points) OOC: Predated July 23, yes? aaannnd Niro was such a lightweight hehehehe

He had to pull at his mind, tell himself to get out of bed. His thoughts were that he’d keep thinking and making his throbbing headache worse if he didn’t move his body. He moved his arms, oh did that make it worse? No, he told himself as he lifted his body off the bed. He had such a headache, where had it come from? He never felt such pain in his life. He squinted out of his window, which he could see the blinding of the light, he squinted and groaned… what did he do last night? He remembered the beach, and Lolita, she’d shared some of her drink with him, but after the drink, what happened? Try as he might he couldn’t remember, like something stole them… he wondered if he fell asleep on the poor woman, that would make his day … he thought, she probably wouldn’t talk to him anymore. Then he remembered Marahute, she normally woke him before dawn… the sun was already up, he looked and there she was giving him the evilest eye ever, then he looked at his belt, it was never taken off, and the leather pouch that held the dried meat was torn to shreds… just great what else was going to go wrong today? He got up, and found the pitcher he normally had at his bedside table, filling Marahute’s water and his own small cup he drank, feeling as though he hadn’t drank in days, he finished the pitcher, and grumpily got up. The water had helped the headache, but only by a little. Enough for him to function today at least, maybe if he ate or found someone who could give him something that would take the ache away… Marahute, even though she seemed angry at him, jumped on his shoulder as he got up. He liked that. She always forgave him at least. He got into his other stash of dried meat and ate some then emptied a pouch of its contents and put in the rest of his stash… he needed to hunt and dry some more soon it seemed. He groaned. That wasn’t on his mind right now either. He left his room and moved slowly down the stairs. His mind full of what happened the night before, even though he couldn’t remember what happened. He found his way to the stables where Tobias was in his cage, he had been quiet, up until Niro pulled the cloth from the cave, then he made the loudest angriest of hawk noises ever. Niro felt horribly bad, he didn’t mean to sleep in so late. He gave the bird some extra of the dried meat, he wanted ot give the bird a reassuring pet, but he knew the bird wouldn’t let him near him now. He sighed and heard the horses outside, he’d probably go visit them, since he was normally in the stables before they were put to pasture. He moved out and smiled at the horses, they seemed quite happy, but when he went to move closer he saw the black and white paint horse… who did this fine beauty belong to, but as he thought that, it was as though the horse heard the wolf’s thoughts, the horse spotted him and his ears laid back, Niro knew that sign was to just walk away, and that’s what he did, he backed away from the small herd of horses, keeping his eyes on the new stallion before his back found the fence, in which he hurridly jumped over. That was when he saw he wasn’t alone.

Heath!

Niro said surprised, the words that came out of his mouth just split his head in two and he put his hands on his head… he had done so well to get out, but now he was just splitting… well he did find another wolf, maybe he had some kind of miracle cure that would get his headache away.

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-02-2010, 12:00 PM

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He wanted peace when he closed his eyes. But once the noise of the stables drifted away he could do nothing but think of each step he had taken, each decision that he had made and the reaction that he received with each one. There was one that was the most perplexing. When he did nothing. When he allowed the horse to do anything and everything he could desire it was only then that the horse saw Heath in a positive light and then wished to be near him. The coy-wolf's hand moved the hat, readjusting it so that it kept the light from his eyelids.

The sounds of approaching paw steps were masked by all the others that rolled through the barn. Maybe it was the wind; maybe it was the pacing of a horse or the swishing of a tail against a stable door. It was nothing. Thin coyote shoulders heaved up and then down with a heavy breath. But then there was a call that was not exactly common among the snorting of the horses. A large ear turned at the cry, but it still did not make him budge. Niro had told Heath about the bird, and the Marshal had even found it after they had spoken and looked at it. Of course it’s voice was still out of place, it still wasn't enough to break the restless meditation.

But, he could not ignore the call of his name, and it was loud and surprised. Black furred fingers picked up the hat, one eye peaking out to see the pale wolf that seemed to be suffering some. The male rose from his seat and placed the hat correctly on his head. Not exactly the male on male coddling type he only asked, Whats got you down? before moving the crate and turning to face the male. Niro looked like shit, and that usually came with a good story and Heath wanted to hear it.

Niro Takekuro · 08-04-2010, 02:50 PM

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Please not so loud, my head is splitting.

He said quietly, as he slowly opened his eyes to not look like such a pup, his hands were still on his head, and sitting on a crate, which he had moved to get a better look at Niro. He probably had been watching the horses. He remembered that he was their caretaker. Niro wasn’t sure. Right now it didn’t matter what mattered was getting rid of this nasty headache.

I’ve got a horrible headache… I don’t know where it came from, you think you can help me? I would do anything to get rid of it.

The sound of his voice made him think, which didn’t seem to make it hurt much, other than in frustration. What if he did something to get the headache in the first place? Well he’d remedy whatever he’d done, the liquor that Rurik hadn’t done anything to him, so the vodka the female had let him drink wouldn’t have any affect would it? Or was it the smoke? No that never really bothered him unless he actually inhaled it. He tried to stop thinking, he couldn’t even remember most of the night.

A miracle medicine maybe?

it was starting to feel a little better, but his head did start pounding with the noise of a horse, well if it was getting better maybe the water worked, but Heath might now of something good to eat or drink that would make him all better. As he waited, he looked over at the horses, watching them as they grazed, not a care in the world, but he could tell the stallion was still watching him… or was it Heath? He didn’t know but he watched the herd, as he waited for the coming answer to his salvation or his doom.

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-05-2010, 09:34 AM

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His brows rose slightly as Niro spoke, surprised by his response. He looked horrible, and the grimace of pain on his face made it quiet obvious that the pale wolf was in dire straights. Heath understood completely that he was sensitive to sound, and likely light, but what he wanted to know was why. There was a cruel curiosity that crept over the coy-wolf, and he could not help but assume what it could be that made him so unhappy and it brought a small glint to his eye.

What brought the headache on? Heath asked in a slightly softer tone, bending at the waist to examine the male from where he stood. You do something you weren’t supposed to? He said with a small bit of humor in his voice. He stood straight and then walked to the small room that most likely have been the race coordinators call room, or the office Marshal before him. It was sparse, but a cabinet remained along the wall and Heath knew exactly what he looked for and that it would be right where he had left it.

He returned with a small glass, blowing off the dust. His other hand held a bottle, the contents clearer then water, thicker and smoother. Heath remembered when he had gathered the bottle, lost in the back of an Old Russian shop; he had tasted it and knew how well the vodka had been prepared. Medicine. He said as he poured the shot and handed it to the male. Nothing eased a headache better then a little push. Heath gave the male the glass, not taking no for an answer and then brought one of the many water buckets the he placed around the stables each morning to sit beside Niro.

Take it down, it’ll help. Heath knew a hangover when he saw it, having felt his fair share of them. But he only felt as bad as he thought Niro looked after he had heavily binged the night before, and this was the only remedy that he knew of for such a hurt.

Niro Takekuro · 08-06-2010, 06:57 PM

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Niro looked at Heath with bleary eyes and shrugged

I don’t know. I mean, I went for a walk after training Marahute, and found a friendly face, and she shared some drink with me… well oother than that… I can’t remember, do you think she hit me on the head or something?

He asked, trying desperately to think of what happened, dig into the secrets even his stupid brain wouldn’t let him have. Was it just that bad that he couldn’t remember going home after the drink? Or did she really hit him? That was his only explaination. He knew little about the effects of alcohol… Niro was left alone after he explained, hoping that what Heath was doing was the miracle cure he needed. When he came back he had a bottle of very clear liquid and poured a small shot and handed it to Niro. Niro took it grateful, and took a swig. The taste was memorable, it was the same drink he’d had when he met … what was her name again? He couldn’t remember… well he doubted he’d see her again. He squeezed his eyes as it burned down his throat and looked at the bottle

Hey… that’s the same stuff I drank last night.

He said, it was good, he didn’t mind the taste, it was really strong, but it seemed to be working as he felt some of the headache leave… it wasn’t instant like he wanted it, but it was doing the job… he still hurt considerably though. He rubbed his temple with his free hand, feeling even better, but he doubted he wanted to keep rubbing it, because when he’d stop the throbbing would start again, but he’d keep this up till his “medicine” kicked in. It was that or take the pain like a man… he didn’t really care about being maleish right now and he didn’t mind acting like he was in front of Heath either, he was quite comfortable around the wolf, who seemed to have sympathies over Niro’s ill lucked morning.

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-06-2010, 10:36 PM

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lulz, so funnnnny!

Heath listened intently as Niro told his story, nodding at each of the small activities that he spoke of. Training his eagle didn’t seem to be dangerous, unless it led to scratches or hollow eyes sockets. Then a walk, Heath could see how Niro might have hit his head from a fall or something. Then he met a friend, Heath’s ear perked as the tale turned interesting, returning and holding the bottle in one hand and glass in another. At his question Heath couldn’t help but smile, a silent chuckle rising from his chest. He shook his head as he spoke, ragged mane waving slightly as he did so. No, I have a feeling she didn’t hit you

Gold eyes looked at the male, watching him take the shot of premium vodka. It was some of his favorite, and Heath couldn’t help but take a swig right from the bottle. It burned in his chest, for it had been weeks since he had taken a sip of the stuff, trying to stay as straight and narrow as he possibly could. But he was so easily swayed when he had someone to drink with. Vodka. He explained, pouring the booze into the glass once again. One more. He instructed, clinking the bottle against the shot to get the male’s attention.

Sounds like you had a good night, and that you got very, very drunk. If you cant remember, that means anything could have happened. Heath commented with a grin. He watched the male, his yester years coming back to him and wondering what kind of trouble the male had gotten himself into. So your friend, what was her name? He loved his mate, and would never stray from her. But living through another was not adultery.

Niro Takekuro · 08-07-2010, 09:26 PM

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Niro thought... well if she didn’t hit him what happened? Cause he couldn’t remember a thing. She must have done something, or he would have remembered everything right? Then he heard the clink of the glass and had a distant thought of what Heath said… ah it was called vodka? Well it did seem to help his head wasn’t splitting as bad, he took the shot and again downed it. He smacked his lips and gave Heath the shot back. The explaination that Heath gave Niro was something he tried to understand… drunk? … anything could happen? He had nothing but a blank look as something came back… or was it someone else? He saw fur, he felt touch… but that was all he could muster out… and if he’d gotten drunk, why the heck was he drinking more? Well it made him feel better first of all… but he’d rather remember things that were happening in his life. Well he didn’t drink that much this time. It wouldn’t effect him like last night he hoped.

I cannot remember, I just remember meeting her, I mean there was no harm in that, I know we exchanged names…

He thought hard, trying to remember, but nothing came up, he could remember her redish brown hair, and her light colored pelt… how could he remember that? He even seemed to remember its feel? Did he really touch her? No… no… That wasn’t what happened.

I think it started with a I or something? Or an L… I don’t know… I feel bed, I just hope I don’t run into her again … I would feel very bad for forgetting her name.

He said, feeling quite sheepish… he wondered how Heath seemed to understand but he shouldered that thought off. Right now he just wanted to get his mind off the headache. He looked at Heath.

I just hope I didn’t do anything I won’t regret.

He said honestly. How would the pack see him if he’d done something mean while he was incapacitated. He wasn’t sure how he acted drunk and he’d gotten so plaster… well from Heath’s explaination… that he didn’t remember what he did… what if he hurt her, and left her with something broken? Or said some really nasty stuff to her? Anything beyond that didn’t cross his mind.

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Heath morte dre Soul · 08-07-2010, 10:53 PM

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It was hard for Heath to always believe that there were beings out there had not had an experience similar to the one that Niro was describing. But then he came here, he met Ruri and found that there were creatures out there too pure to be tempted by alcohol or by lust. But the fact that Niro had fallen to it was not surprising for Heath, and he was more amused then anything. The Marshal leaned against the frame of the building, listening and watching as Niro’s face twisted and turned as he fought to remember the details. Details that would not be considered small or erroneous in another story. He was lacking the foundation, and it made even more sense that he was hurting so badly.

Heath took the glass, taking a fairly substantial swig of vodka before placing the cap back onto it. There were always more questions, what else did he remember and what else would be remember down the rode. There were times where one would remember blackouts in dreams, or they drift back to him at a random moment through out the day. But Heath didn’t feel the need make Niro worry that memories of a meeting he would rather not remember might come back to him suddenly and without warning.

I’m sure you were a gentleman. Heath still smiled, curious in a juvenile way to know how far the two went, if anywhere, in their drunken evening. He gave the other male a pat on the shoulder before going to place the bottle back to its cupboard. When he returned Heath hoped that Niro would begin to feel better. How does that feel? He asked, thinking about his headache. You might want to drink some water and then get moving. Blood flow, that’s important. Just a bit of advice from his many hang over.

Niro Takekuro · 08-14-2010, 10:37 PM

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WC:--- OOC: Omg I’m soooo sorry, I didn’t see y7ou posted!!! I sorry I sorry I sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Niro felt rather relieved by Heath’s encouragement. Nothing bad could have happened, he just couldn’t remember what happened is all. He smiled, thankful he had a friend. Now that he’d gotten the water and some of the vodka down he was feeling considerably better.

I feel much better thank you.

Niro had to think about how he was going to get his blood flowing, he was not in the mood to work with either of his birds, one was rather angry and the other, well she seemed better but she was still going to give him the cold shoulder. He knew it.

Any ideas on how to get my blood moving? I don’t think my birds are too happy with me right now.

Niro admitted. He truly felt bad that he let them go all morning without their usual meal and when he felt better himself he would give them some fresh meat when he got around to it. Heath seemed to be good at suggestions right now and Niro felt he’d be up to anything except biting beaks and tearing talons. Which is what Tobias would be doing to him right now, he knew he’d fallen back on a lot of training since he just lost trust from the bird. He was use to the routine and Niro did something that disturbed the birds whole thought process, which in turn would mean Niro would have to work twice as hard, which meant… he needed a day’s break from training.

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-17-2010, 09:47 AM

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no worries!! sorry for the shortness ><

At times it was better not to know. Not pushing or fighting for the memories was easier, and kept the conscious clean and the guilt far away. Yes there was that itchy question, but questions faded where consequences did not. Those things were there for life. And so why not just forget that small bits and ignore the chucks of time that where missing.

Heath gave a nod, glad in a way he could help Niro with his little problem as well as get a swig of vodka himself and so early in the day. If he had been drinking alone he would have had a problem. But, now there was no guilt of is own to be felt. Heath patted his shoulder, assuring him with a silent nod that his birds would forgive him as the lower species were so capable of doing.

Come on. He gestured the male to follow him, and with a single turn he was sure that Niro knew where they were going. It was only a moment or too before the pair stood in front of the bay mare that they had spoke about a few weeks past. I think she’s ready for yeah Heath touched the long face of the horse, amber colored eyes looking at the pale wolf and wondering if he was up for it.

Niro Takekuro · 08-18-2010, 06:26 PM

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As Heath led Niro over to the horses, he now felt his own blood moving, fast, it wasn’t just fear, but he could feel a little excitement. He wanted to learn how to ride a horse but he was afraid they would be brutes to him. He knew they had a tendency to dump whatever jumped on their backs, he’d seen a few animals hunt them, and even fewer ride one. They walked up to the roan who had her ears perked as Heath spoke. Niro smiled at the horse, he moved close to her but as Heath was already petting her Niro didn’t touch her.

You sure do know how to get a wolf’s blood running. You are right, it’s about time for me to learn.

He said, feeling the groggy achiness of his head going away, and soon he won’t be thinking about that, especially if this large horse throws him. He’d probably break something, but at least it would get his mind off of his headache for a while, that’s all that mattered.

So… uh what do I do first?

He asked unsure where to even start. Marahute was fine where she was he doubted the bird would move much, she was probably tired from trying to wake Niro up all morning. He didn’t blame her if she was angry at him for the rest of the day, if not longer. She wouldn’t be too much angrier if he paid some attention to the horse, but he could see her feathers fluffed. He felt bad but it wasn’t often that he got taught new things.

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-18-2010, 07:31 PM

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It was rare to find someone that didn't have mornings and days like the one Niro was experiencing. Heath knew it all too well, and was surprised that the male was hoping to get right back on the horse, sort to speak. It was easy to just settle into a rut for a day or two to recover from such a hang over, but Niro didn't seem like the type to want to give in to his pains and dehydration. Heath leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and looking at the pale wolf. At his question Heath gave a nod and took the halter from off the tail that rested deep in the wood.

Heath knew this mare well, and had picked her for Niro for many reasons. She was bomb proof and didn't care about much as long as she was handled with respect. The Marshal had seen many horses at their rope's end, ready to call it quits. But the nameless bay could pushed by someone inexperienced and still tolerated it. Heath handed him the halter, then picked up the lead rope that Niro would use to bring her out of the stall and into the practice ring. Normally he would do it himself, take the lead before giving the reins to the novice once they were comfortable. But Niro seemed apt enough to start from the beginning.

Slip this over her head, buckle it here. Heath instructed, pointing out where it should be placed on the mare's head.

Niro Takekuro · 08-18-2010, 07:58 PM

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Niro watched as he pulled the halter out of nowhere, or that’s where it seemed to have come from, but Niro knew that it had to come from somewhere but he wasn’t about to go look for wehre it had been taken from. He didn’t have the time as he was handed the halter. Niro twisted his hands around to see how it was made, and how it would go on the horse, but once Heath got the lead rope he showed Niro where to start and Niro gave an exaggerated nod like, yeah that’s definitely how it goes! He had some trouble getting it on the mares head and she didn’t like that at all, Niro felt embarrassed that he was failing at the instructions but he was able to get it the third time around. He had heard his sister say third time was the charm, it seemed to do the trick this time.

They have such long noses.

Niro commented bluntly. The mare blew her nose on Niro, leaving a little spit from her mouth. He heard his bird laughing in her bird language from afar, Niro rolled his eyes and looked to Heath, he supposed the lead rope was suppose to go on the halter somewhere.

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-18-2010, 08:15 PM

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Heath watched as the wolf tried to place the halter on the horse a few times before finding success. The male gave a nod when he buckled it correctly and gave him the rope to click so that he could bring the horse out in confidence. They do, I'm sure that they think we have small heads. he commented with a small smile. Heath unlocked the stable door and opened it so that she could be brought out into the ring.

She'll follow you, just bring her to the nearest fenced ring. Heath patted the mare on the shoulder softly, assuring her silently that everything was going to be okay. He would be there in case there were any questions, in either horse or wolf. The black accented male crossed his arms over his chest as followed. If she lags just give her a gentle pull. he commented, hoping that she would not prove all of his good words wrong.

Niro Takekuro · 08-19-2010, 07:23 PM

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Niro took the lead rope and did as he was told, a slight tug made the horse walk, it was amazing. It was like his whistles except with a tug, her heard the horses’ hooves clop on the ground as the moved outside. ‘Oh I can do this!’ Niro thought confidently, as they walked out into the sunlight. The big red ball made him squint and his head ache slightly worse, he felt a small tug as the horse behind him shook her head up and down a little. Niro wasn’t use to the body motions of a horse, so he didn’t know what it meant. He raised an eyebrow in confusion but she was still moving so he kept going till he found the fenced ring Heath had been talking about. He didn’t normally need instructions with every step, so he wasn’t sure what he’d do, he was kind of embarrassed to ask for step by step instructions. It just never was his thing he always knew what to do, but with a horse? well that was a different story. He knew not of how to get on one much less give it food.

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-19-2010, 08:24 PM

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Heath walked beside the mare, his hand resting on her shoulder. It was light, a simple and gentle touch of confidence. He was sure of Niro, as well as he was sure in the mare. But he needed to give the horse the reassurance first before giving Niro any more instruction. He wanted to show the horse that she was not alone with the new handler, and his presence was there to simply ease any fear. Heath cared for her each and every day, worked with her more then most and so they were more then just acquaintances.

He gave her a pat when she slowed and raised her head, but Niro did as he had told and they all found their way to the ring. Niro had passed his first test and and Heath gave a smile and a Good work for the effort. He could see the unease in the pale male's form, such a thing was easy to spot in another canine. There might be some tension in his shoulders, perhaps a droop in an ear or a sideways glance. Heath moved gate to the ring, giving the pair room to enter. Alright, now the easy part. Heath began, the few shots of vodka making his tongue slight looser then usual, Just going to walk her around the ring a few times, then I'll teach you to saddle her. He smiled, walking into the ring behind him and moving to the middle for a better view.

Niro Takekuro · 08-20-2010, 09:32 PM

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Niro’s confidence rose slightly with the praise that Heath had given him. He felt awkward as he led the large animal into the ring, this thing could drag him by the arm if she wanted to. She didn’t seem inclined to do so, which made him all the happier as he saw Heath open the gate and tell him to walk her around the area. He did so, wondering why he was doing so. He did learn not to question out loud these things because in time they would eventually come to show how useful they were. The horse tested him a few more times as they went around, Niro could feel himself become slightly more comfortable with walking the horse around the area. He smiled a little, thinking he could definitely do the rest right? The horse was nice enough. The best thing about this whole thing, though Niro wouldn’t think about it until after the day was over, was that his headache had been forgotten entirely. Which was what he wanted in the first place. Today was looking to be a much better day than he anticipated.

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-21-2010, 08:49 AM

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feel free to PP heath teaching him how to mount and sit on the horese! Big Grin

It was always best to become acquainted with a partner before beginning any sort of partnership. If he had Niro jump on the mares back right now they two would not have confidence in one another and someone would get hurt. And it would likely be Niro. Then what would anyone learn? Heath did not consider himself a wise wolf, and he was not exactly the best example when it came to life lessons. But in the ring he was confident and his instincts did not steer him wrong. He had learned to read a horse, and his natural sense of reading his own kind helped when teaching others to work with the hoofed beasts. The only other he could trust to do the same was Anann, her horse sense was perfect in his eyes.

This would make them both more comfortable with the other, before putting them in a position where it was possible to fall. Heath stood in the middle, turning slowly as they walked and seeing the change in the horse’s steps as well as the posture of the wolf. Niro’s dazed and confused night was pretty much forgotten by the Marshal as his focus was completely taken over by the new task. He let them walk a few more times around the ring and then waved them to a stop. Alright, give her a pat on the nose to thank her. He said, noting that praise for the mare cooperation was key.

He hopped the fence and fetched a saddle. It’s leather was worn and frayed at some of the edges but it worked just fine. A blanket was placed on the fence post and he rested the saddle there too. Bring her around here, and Ill show you how to fit the saddle. Then you’ll be riding in no time. Amber eyes looked at the male, How are you doing? he asked. Climbing over the fence again Heath picked up the blanket and stood beside the mare.

He gave the instructions slowly and waited for him to give a nod before moving to the next step. The snugness of the saddle was emphasized, for Heath was always strict about the horse’s comfort.

Niro Takekuro · 08-22-2010, 07:30 AM

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Wc:401 (3 Points) OOC: At first I was going to type it like they were using an English saddle, but I figured there were more western lol (cause when I learned how to ride a horse, the teacher taught us on english style and I was all scared of pulling the horse’s hair right out of his scalp to get on his back XD)

Things seemed to go smoothly, and he moved around the ring, the horse following him. He could hear her tail swishing from time to time, was that boredom, or something? He hoped not, but his thoughts were changed when he was called over to put on the saddle.

Pretty good, it feels like bird training but with a much bigger animal.

He said, he had to build the birds trust before training them, and knew if a bird had a new handler that they needed to bond before the new trainer gave it any orders. It was amazing that both animals as different as they were needed pretty much the same training. He was glad that he didn’t have to put a heavy saddle on his birds though. He looked at the fraying leather saddle, and thought that he could easily patch it up. That would come later though. Now he was learning something new. It was an exhilarating moment as he was shown how to put the heavy saddle on the horse. Niro wondered how the poor mare could hold up the saddle… and a wolf’s body weight. He did everything that he was instructed, although Heath had to tighten the belts, he was too afraid of making it hard for the horse to breath. At Heath’s instruction he got to the left side of the horse, being reminded he had to talk to her as she couldn’t see him from where he was, and grab onto the saddle horn and lift himself up. Niro had to take a few deep breaths before trying. His first try was mostly a way to experiment how to get up there. His second try he missed getting his leg over the horse. His third try wasn’t so successful either. He had to bite his lip from being frustrated. His fourth try got him up into the seat of the saddle. His view from here was much different, much higher. He could see the mares ears tip back, and he praised her as he patted her neck, rather shakily. It was different once he was in the saddle, but he was no Heath, he couldn’t imagine falling off the horse without her trampling him.

It’s not so bad.

He said quietly, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing, the horses sides were so wide, but he stayed on anyway, looking at Heath for further instruction.

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