The heartbeat of hooves
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OOC !


The day was a bright white, the sky bright baby blue as the sun casted down beautifully onto the large auburn trees which where dusted with white. The white and black fae was found walking about through the town, enjoying the small warmth which the sunlight gave off. Fia sighed softly, her tail wavering behind her at each pawstep.


The small cunched up peices of snow stuck to Fia's paw-fur, which soon melted because of the warm heat. Bright blue eyes sparked as she walked, the sound of horses whinnies and the clock-clack of their hooves not too far away. The she-wolf had a sudden spark for wanting to know about horses and learn how to ride them. It wouldn't hurt to have a little experience for horses, right?


The black tipped fae didn't really know much about horses. Nor had she really been around them. But, the woman wasn't afraid of horses. She liked horses, but just really hadn't had a spark to reallly get to know about them. With this suddenly new found interest, the girl wondered what this would lead her to. She also wondered who'd she end up learning about horses from. The small girl already knew that her father didn't really like horses. So that was gone.


The she-wolf suddenly wanted to know what it felt like to have the wind blowing through her dark black hair,the wind whipping through her bright white and black fur, galloping through a beautiful meadow that had just erupted into beautiful spring flowers. The soft, sweet scent of flowers as bees fluttered about from flower to flower. The beat of the horse's hooves against the earth.


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I'm sorry for the wait! Got carried away with length too, haha. +5


All of the animals seemed to sense that spring was returning. He could hear robins and sparrows and other songbirds, some of the first to arrive back in Nova Scotia from their wintering grounds, twittering their songs. The scent of elk permeated the cool air from the woodlands surrounding the fort, among other prey animals that would drop young’uns soon. Even though the entire world was dusted with white, the sunlight warmed his dusty-colored coat just enough for the day to be enjoyable.

The horses, especially, could feel the season changing. Even bad-tempered Maia was frisky as a filly; she had been playing with Gypsy in the snowy field, both mares heedless of their slowly swelling bellies. The others had been likewise playful and happy, vocalizing their delight with loud whinnies as they galloped around each other or galloped just for the feel of the earth moving under their thundering hooves.

Wayne had laughed and watched them for what seemed like hours until they chased each other out of sight. He was excited for the spring foals despite the extra work he would have to do; work was, after all, a regular part of his life. It was easier now that he was so passionate about his duty and the pack, and he had Hadley to help him out every once in a while. There was still a barrier between him and the former slave, but at least the other wolfdog was more himself and good-humored when around the magnificent beasts. It heartened the Labrador cross to see such interaction.

Eventually, he supposed he ought to do some sort of work, and so he coaxed the growing chestnut colt and his mother to him. The male had been slowly breaking Bark to saddle even though it would be years before he was ready to be ridden—especially by one as big-boned as the cowboy. Luckily, it seemed that the colt had inherited his mother’s large size, and so once he was fully grown, he’d have no trouble carrying the mostly large members of the warrior pack.

He put the small saddle on Bark, cinching it so that it wouldn’t slip around, and watched with amusement as the colt whirled around to investigate the pressure on his back. The blankets and pads he’d borne before hadn’t been this heavy or secured to him, so he was a little confused—but he didn’t kick or fuss, only stared at the cowboy as he mounted Fern without reins or saddle.

The child snorted as if to say it wasn’t fair, and Wayne laughed as he patted the chestnut mare’s neck. Dixie-May had already been working to get the animals used to leg cues to free up the hands in the case the rider needed to fight. Though the mongrel didn’t think he would get used to a weapon, he had no problem teaching the equines under his care. With a click of his tongue and a tap of his heels, he urged Fern forward at an easy walk; Bark hopped after them, seemingly forgetting about the saddle.

The trio trotted into town, hooves falling loudly upon the broken pavement. It would be quite a feat to get Fern agile enough to get around the clustered shops, but Wayne took it slow, using the pressure from his legs to turn her and praising her regularly. Bark cantered after them before disappearing around one building suddenly, and when the dog hybrid’s bark didn’t call him back, he sighed and turned Fern around again.

The chestnut colt had skipped right up to a daydreaming white she-wolf, and Wayne laughed as Bark whinnied in shrill greeting. He slipped easily from Fern’s back and left the mare to collect her son with a nicker, his brown eyes falling on the female. He recognized her as Jazper’s daughter Fia—the newly married one. Thoughts of mateship fled quickly from his mind as he gave a shake of his head then grinned at the girl.

Howdy, Wayne said customarily.



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OOC It's allright! Smile


The pounding of hooves could be heard not too far off against the thick stone pavement. Fia smiled softly, before a sudden bark and the tapping of small hooves could be heard. Perking her ears as the clomping of hooves came closer and closer, bright blue eyes suddenly fell upon a young chestnut- colored colt who had sauntered curiously up to her. The young colt whinnied in greeting at the white she-wolf. A male laugh filled the air, followed by a whinny who sounded like it's mothers. Fia reached out to pat the young colt's head if the tan colored colt would let her.


Fia lifted her muzzle to look up to a familiar male known as Wayne. "Hiya!" Fia greeted with a smile as she dropped her paw. "Quite a cutie" she said with a smile to the young colt. Her eyes turned to see a larger horse, a beautiful mare. "Beautiful as well" The black tipped fae said with a swish of her tail. "What are their names?" the married woman asked, her expression curious. A breeze blew through the air, flowing through her long black hair and clothes.


The sun, even though it wasn't quite considered hot, was nice as it warmed her fur. Even though the world was dusted with white, standing here in the sun's path was comforting. The air still had the slight chill to it, a small reminder that winter still had it's grip. Birds had begun to sing their sweet melodies, and Fia could sometimes here them in the morning from her window.

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Was overwhelmed with Wayne threads for a while, so this is late... And this post sucks too.


Bark was reluctant to leave his new friend as his mother called to him, and he bumped the woman with his nose before trotting back to the mare’s side. Fern nibbled at his mane affectionately and watched him as he began to prance around her with high steps. He began to make a whole host of noises and movements that likely meant something, but the wolfdog turned his back on the chatting horses as he nodded at the girl.

Looking at her, it was hard to believe that she was the Sole’s daughter. Whereas her father was a dark giant, she was small and nearly pure white other than dark hair and tipped markings. He wondered if she simply happened to take more after her mother, who was a mystery to the cowboy. But staring at her was quickly turning awkward, especially as both of them were taken and quite happy with that arrangement.

Quite a troublemaker, the Labrador mongrel corrected, looking over his shoulder at Bark. He was leaning against his mother’s legs, trying to rub the saddle off his body, but Fern kept moving away from him. He smiled at the giant chestnut equine then gestured vaguely to them when Fia asked her question. The mare is Fern, the foal Bark.

He smiled, looking at the snow. All the horses ’re lovin’ the weather now. Gettin’ harder to handle; they know spring’s comin’. He looked back at her awkwardly; it was moments like these that he realized how difficult talking was if it didn’t involve the critters he knew like the back of his hand. A few moments passed in similar silence.

Uh, sorry, Wayne managed to get out. He didn’t know why he was apologizing.

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