| Subject: *Walks in quietly, and slides into Stormy's Stall* |
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Cris
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Date Posted: 09:39:12 04/13/01 Fri
*She smiles, and slides him an apple* Hey buddy! *Lifts the stallion's leg gently, looking at the healed wound near his pastern, where a small scar showed what had been a large, abd very deep cut. She smiles, and lets his leg back to the floor. She slides back out, and returns a little while later in english riding breeches, boots, and a white shirt that said "Angel" on the front in red letters, with a devil on the back. She tosses an english saddle onto the rambuncios colt, and leads him out to a lunging pen* For exercise. *She whispers, grabbing a lunge whip from the rack as she walks past. Once out in the pen, she starts STormy walking in smooth circles. Soon, she cracks the whip, and it innocently smacks the ground, but not before making a loud enough crack to send the colt into a spirited canter* Now that's the Stormy I know and love! *she calls to the white andulasian, who nickers, and continues his smooth circles. She tosses away the whip, and calls out8 Woah fella.... *and Stormy stops. She pulls him in towards her, and removes the lunge line, which she also tosses away. Carefully, she mounts up, testing putting weight on his healed hoof before finishing the mount, sliding easily into the colt's saddle. She starts walking him around the areana, then trots him around, happy that his wounds are healed*
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- *After working the colt for about 30 minutes, she dismounts, and heads back into the barn. She slides into Rage's stall, and sighs* Not again! *Rage limps over to her. His feet look swollen. She lifts one, and gasps* Founder...... *she sighs, and heads off to find Diablo* -- Cris, 12:33:11 04/13/01 Fri
- *Sighs and slides back into the stall, then leaves again, returning with 2 buckets of water and ice. She slides one of his hooves into a bucket, then the other front hoof into the other, sighing again* My goodness Rage... -- Cris, 12:48:30 04/13/01 Fri
- *Takes one hoof out of the bucket, looking at the swelling. It had gone down all the way. Quietly, she takes his feet from the buckets, and heads off to the tack room with the buckets. A while later, she comes back, with cold medicine in a bucket of feed. She slides the feed into his bucket, then sits down in the back of the stall, and sighs* (NT) -- Cris, 12:57:06 04/13/01 Fri
- ~*~He walks out, drying his hands on a rag and checking the mare* "Not don't you dare rip those open" ~*~He smiles and walks towards the other stables, looking down the nearly silent aisles, he spots Cris and smiles, walking down the aisle, shoving the rag into his back pocket~*~ (NT) -- Diablo, 12:58:50 04/13/01 Fri
- ~*~He walks down towards the aisle not that far down, the last one in the stable~*~ "Naw...it was nothing..." ~*~He slips his hand around her waist instead, there are man whickers in greeting as the enter the aisle, the, mare stands in her stall, munching the last of her grain~*~ (NT) -- Diablo, 13:53:34 04/13/01 Fri
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((Sorry i haven't been around,...here is a tidbit from all my chars)
Getting it personalized!
The big, blood-red stallion pranced out of the woods and into the stables, completely out of things to do...>
*he walks in with a large balck stallion rearing and whinnying*
~*~he smiles and slips the halter from the stallion's head and lets out a chipper cluck, the stallion follows him to the tack room, he tacks up the stallion in a large barrel saddle and tom-thumb bit