Trade you for it
#1
300+

The smell of horses and the sound of their breathing and their soft noises was something that he had grown up with and had known all his life. Never had he been without those comforting companion sounds and scents. So naturally the man spent a lot of time around the stables and horses as was his ranking job to do and of course to spend time with his own beloved mare, Faith. Long strong legs worked underneath him and thick corded arms flexed. They stared at each other, brown eyes connecting with white. This was one of the games they played together, the chase and catch game was fun for both of them.

Faith snorted and pawed at the ground, kicking up dust and dirt with her hoof. Then suddenly she darted forwards with almost inconceivable speed for a horse of her size. The man dodged her charge, tapping her flank as she flew by, he began to run in the opposite direction, a large grin on his face. Then the sound of her hooves pounding against the floor and he flung himself to the right, although not fast enough for he felt her teeth nip his shoulder. He chuckled as the mare now fled away from him, her mocking whinny floating back. From within the fence surrounded field some of the other horses of AniWaya watched their game with interest, among them his brothers horses Fuerte and Quera.

He did not chase after the female instead he stood his ground until she came trotting back over impatiently, making mock charges towards him and feigning to bite, taunting him. He waited until she got too sure of herself and then launched forwards and grabbed hold of her muzzle. Faith leapt backwards from him, raising onto her hind legs and pawing at the air in front of her while he turned to run again.
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WC 363


Desi strode into the pasture, only one thing on her mind: Saluce. She was eager to see him again, even though it had not been more than a few days. She had had a magnificent time with him, and she wanted to repeat the experience. She also was due for another weaponry lesson. Still, she paused first to greet Galilahi, her mother's mare, with a pat and a scratch at the top of her head, right near her forelock, before she moved on to Fuerte. She had done as Saluce had suggested and taken the stallion out for long gallops across the pasture or even occasionally to the beaches to the north, and Fuerte was much more tractable than he had been before. Though perhaps it had something to do with the fact that in the Andalusian's eyes, the merled lady had saved his life from the big grey savage.


As she approached the silvery horse, she found that she was not alone in the pasture. A tawny brown male with eyes of pure white was apparently playing with one of the other horses. She was not sure which horse it was, only that she was a mare, but the equine appeared to be having fun. Fuerte and J'adore's other horses (which had been introduced to her as 'Quera and Inez) were watching raptly, seeming to be garnering enjoyment even though they themselves were not the ones playing. Desi patted both 'Quera and Inez, and then clucked to Fuerte as she approached him. The stallion nudged her playfully, his forehead against her chest and she tugged gently on his ears before patting him and leading him off toward the stable. It was time she groomed him.


True it might have been one of the Elan Soquili's jobs to do so, but Desi figured that in the same way as a mother licking her pups fostered love and trust between parent and offspring, taking an active role in his care might make Fuerte trust her even more than what he already seemed to do. One arm raised to rest on the horse's back as they walked. Finally they were seeming to be a team.


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little bit of pp to get them into the stables and Big Grin/WC: 300+


Busy as he was playing he did not at first notice the woman who had come to the stables as well, in fact he would have missed her arrival and departure all together if the mottled collie looking lady if 'Quera had not nickered a hello at her in low speech as she stroked him and Inez, Faith turned to see who 'Quera was talking to and so did he as his horse lost all interest in their game. At first he did not know what the equines were staring at until his eyes caught a glimmer of motion in the distance as a gruello tail disappeared into the table, doing a quick headcount and identity check he deduced that someone had removed Fuerte from the pasture.


Three or four of the horses followed him as he made his way across the field they were kept in, Faith and 'Quera among the number. curiosity drove him now as he was determined to find out who had removed his brother's horse. Faith trotted up along the side of him and he pulled himself up onto her back, the mare made short work of the stretch of paddock between them and the stables, it wasn't but ten seconds later when Faith pulled up at the paddock fence closest to the entrance to the stables and León whispered a thank you to her, stroking her neck and then her muzzle as he slid from her bare back onto the grass.


He stood just outside the entrance unsure as what to do, from the scent he could tell it was a female. He did not want to sound rude just barging in and demanding to know what she's doing with Fuerte, if it had been a male he would have been more inclined to but he disliked being rude to females no matter the reason. After a few seconds debating he walked in before he could change his mind and stopped as her form came into his line of sight. She was gorgeous, long and leggy, with such lovely coloring adorned her fur, and the fur itself was luxurious looking enough that it made his hands itch with the wanting to feel it and run his hands through it,


He cleared his through to announce his presence, "Excuse me Senorita, Can I help you somehow?".

León does. "León speaks." León thinks.


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