Post by RandomWiktor on Jun 23, 2008 18:00:24 GMT -5
The Story So Far...
Xanadu, an ill tempered Bashkir stallion, and his small rag-tag herd are out minding their business and doing their best to avoid humans on a cattle range when they find themselves interrupted by a nervous mare who just escaped from her human masters.
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<Yarrman nodded sympathetically to Rosa's words, then advanced towards her. If she pressed her muzzle under the heavy leather flap of the saddle, she could inch it up until the mess of metal belt buckles and leather straps below was exposed. It was difficult to see what went where... especially since horses can't see right in front of their noses. But with her sensitive lips, she could feel perhaps two straps that held the girth in place, well-worn from years of use. Indeed, they were much more weathered and flimsy than the bridle that Xanadu had just chewed through; perhaps she could get it off herself.
After a few minutes of attempting to chew at the girth's straps, however, it became obvious that there was a problem: the heavy leather sides of the saddle kept rubbing painfully along the thin, sensitive skin of her nose's bridge, and made her feel a bit claustrophobic whenever it brushed her muzzle. Pulling her head out from underneath, she looked over at Xanadu, who had backed off to continue patrolling. He stopped when he noticed her looking, and snorted as if to say, "What now?">
"Xanadu, could you hold this up while I chew at the straps?"
<Xanadu heaved a sigh, his ears flicking back. Great, so now he had to sit around like some idiot dog with a mouthful of leather, waiting for one of his mares to use her weak incisors to chew through some sweaty old straps. Today was just getting better and better. Shouldering up to Yarrman, he grabbed the flap reluctantly and pulled upwards, but then where was the issue of neither of their heads really fitting in the same small space. Yarrman pinned her ears and stamped a forehoof>
"Would it kill you to stand on the other side and lift it over her back?"
<Xanadu balked a little at this. Most horses didn't like being surrounded on both sides, and the last thing he needed was to be cow-kicked in the shins by some rowdy mare. Heading around Rosa to her opposite flank, he leaned over towards her face and gave her a bit of butt in the neck>
"Don't kick me if you plan on getting this stupid thing off."
<He said gruffly, then returned to her side and, with great resignation, draped his head over her back in order to lift the leather flap so that Yarrman could do her work>
Xanadu, an ill tempered Bashkir stallion, and his small rag-tag herd are out minding their business and doing their best to avoid humans on a cattle range when they find themselves interrupted by a nervous mare who just escaped from her human masters.
Origional Thread
Last Two Posts:
<Yarrman nodded sympathetically to Rosa's words, then advanced towards her. If she pressed her muzzle under the heavy leather flap of the saddle, she could inch it up until the mess of metal belt buckles and leather straps below was exposed. It was difficult to see what went where... especially since horses can't see right in front of their noses. But with her sensitive lips, she could feel perhaps two straps that held the girth in place, well-worn from years of use. Indeed, they were much more weathered and flimsy than the bridle that Xanadu had just chewed through; perhaps she could get it off herself.
After a few minutes of attempting to chew at the girth's straps, however, it became obvious that there was a problem: the heavy leather sides of the saddle kept rubbing painfully along the thin, sensitive skin of her nose's bridge, and made her feel a bit claustrophobic whenever it brushed her muzzle. Pulling her head out from underneath, she looked over at Xanadu, who had backed off to continue patrolling. He stopped when he noticed her looking, and snorted as if to say, "What now?">
"Xanadu, could you hold this up while I chew at the straps?"
<Xanadu heaved a sigh, his ears flicking back. Great, so now he had to sit around like some idiot dog with a mouthful of leather, waiting for one of his mares to use her weak incisors to chew through some sweaty old straps. Today was just getting better and better. Shouldering up to Yarrman, he grabbed the flap reluctantly and pulled upwards, but then where was the issue of neither of their heads really fitting in the same small space. Yarrman pinned her ears and stamped a forehoof>
"Would it kill you to stand on the other side and lift it over her back?"
<Xanadu balked a little at this. Most horses didn't like being surrounded on both sides, and the last thing he needed was to be cow-kicked in the shins by some rowdy mare. Heading around Rosa to her opposite flank, he leaned over towards her face and gave her a bit of butt in the neck>
"Don't kick me if you plan on getting this stupid thing off."
<He said gruffly, then returned to her side and, with great resignation, draped his head over her back in order to lift the leather flap so that Yarrman could do her work>
