Grazin in the Grass. [Ira]

[Pebble]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v202/tamaspet/pebbletablemiddle.png] The air was still crisp with the bitter chill of winter as the massive horse trotted excitedly into the Garden of the Dead. Though the valley back home in the Bellator was still lush with grass, Pebble had heard rumors that there was a place in the ring territories where all of the best food grew! She couldn’t pass up an idea like that, especially being so driven by food (The reason she was in here in the first place!), so the humongous palomino draft horse had made the hard journey over the mountains just to get here, picturing juicy apples the whole way. Her tail lifted high, she stepped clumsily through the snow despite her previous show training— this white stuff was just terrible for her hooves!— but kept her head up, excited for the goodies that were around here somewhere. Speaking of which… where were they? Pebble paused and glanced around the graveyard, round teal eyes finding nothing but a blanket of more snow, and some weird looking rocks poking out of the ground. “Rocks aren’t food!” She huffed, her sides heaving with a sigh. Angrily, she scuffed the ground with a heavy hoof and… There it was! Fresh green stems poked out of the ground! Pebble jumped happily, letting out a whinny of delight. “Food!” She immediately began to graze, moving every few steps to brush more snow off of the ground. It felt so good to eat again, especially after such a long journey, but this wasn’t anything spectacular… just grass! Pebble hoped she hadn’t come all this way for nothing. She looked up again and saw peculiar group of lumps in the snow. “Weird…” She mumbled, nosing over the lumps to remove the snow. Underneath she found a treasure, one that made the whole trip worth it: A whole head of lettuce! And she didn’t even have to share it with Puddle, hah! Pebble’s eyes went wide with glee, and she dug into the lettuce without hesitation, devouring it in mere seconds. She continued to uncover the plants, finding more lettuce, some cabbage, and even fresh arugula. “Oh man!” She exclaimed through a mouthful of leaves, “I’ve gotta bring the whole herd here!” ooc: 8D Lol Pebble. <3

[Ira Baranov]

[bg=ffffff][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Mornings. He usually loved the mornings. But today - today, it was cold. Like all the other days, yes. But the cold was getting to him. Seeping into his limbs (and lack thereof), making them throb and ache with a disturbing persistence. It seemed like he was getting old, and fast. This place had aged him - worse than his accident. The missing leg ached like there was no stopping it - he couldn't run his fingers and soothe the clenching muscle. There was nothing there below his knee - just chilled air. And still it felt as if his leg was there, his foot lancing with pain as the imaginary muscles cramped painfully. But there was no putting off his duties, especially not when it had likely snowed. He swung his one leg around so it planted on the floor, dangling over the edge of his makeshift bed, placed on the lip of the crypt wall. Sighing deeply, he affixed the wooden peg that he'd hand carved here. The other, more sturdy metal one would be too cold on his skin, and bite into the flesh around his knee. So today would suit well with the peg. Well enough, anyway. He wouldn't be out for long at any rate. He was Russian yes - the old cliche that Russians were accustomed to the cold was a stupid, stupid cliche. And an outright lie. He'd always hated the cold - long months of nothing but ice, snow, and dead crops. Ira sighed again, shaking his head clear of the thoughts. It was no thing to think on He winced, teeth clenching as he drew in a long breath and lurched onto his feet. He shrugged on his thick, wolf-fur coat and shuffled out the door, clicking his tongue for Kir to come along. The dog gave no heed and snuggled deeper into the blankets, snoring contentedly. Ach, leave him, He thought, shuffling from the crypt and hobbling out onto the slow laiden ground. He'd expected to see the snow covering his precious crops - but not the swath of upturned soil and destruction trailing behind the massive hind end of...oh, oh Lord. The massive hind end of a massive golden horse. Eating...eating all his crops! Ira could hardly believe how much the stupid animal had eaten, brows furrowed as he surged forward and shouted a slough of curses at the beast, arms raised above his head to scare the beast. "You! Horse!" Ira shouted, coming around to the front of the huge, muscular mare. Ira glared into the horse's eyes, grabbing it by the forelock and tugging it's long face down to his. "Bad horse! No eat crops!" He grunted, shoving his entire weight against the horses shoulders and shoving backward, while pressing it's face toward it's own chest. "Back!" ooc; DERP~!

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[Pebble]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v202/tamaspet/pebbletablemiddle.png] Pebble was lost in her own thoughts, or lack of thoughts, as she hungrily tore at the vegetation. She ripped leaves and stems from the ground with her powerful teeth and easily ground them up, barely pausing to take a breath before she moved on to the next mouthful. Before she knew it though, the mare’s bliss was interrupted by a barrage of screams from some human man with an accent. Startled, she looked up from the patch of vegetables and stared down at him with wide teal eyes. When he pulled on her forelock and dragged her face down to his level, Pebble let out a disgruntled snort, and immediately tried to pull away from him. The man was strong though, and started to yell again, this time about not eating his…crops? She assumed that meant the tasty food on the ground. Well, if he hadn’t wanted her to eat it, he should have put it away! He obviously didn’t care about it that much if he left it sitting out in the snow. The dappled mare rolled her eyes, and started to try and turn back to the patch of vegetables, when the man started pushing on her face. Suddenly, she felt so trapped! He pressed on her face and shoulders until Pebble was almost panicked, and was forced to take a few steps back away from the garden. Once she was free of him, she reared up in protest, her massive, feathered legs slashing through the air, but never aimed at Ira. Pebble let out a whinny, before falling back to her hooves, shaking her head at the man. She knew better than to try and hurt him though; Papa Rocky had always taught her to be kind to humans. The ones at the ranch had always been her friends, and she’d never wanted to hurt them. This one was a little…louder than the others, but she supposed she could give him a chance. Once she’d calmed down again, her eyes began to dart between the man and the uncovered patch behind him. Pebble thought it over for a moment, wondering if he’d be able to stop her. …Well, he could try! The mare suddenly dashed around him with unusually light steps, and stood over the patch of crops again. She looked back to Ira for his reaction, and flicked him teasingly with her long tail. Maybe playing with this human would be even more fun than eating his crops!

[Ira Baranov]

[bg=ffffff][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Well this day is certainly off to an exciting start, he thought with a grunt as he strained against the horse, fingers gripping around her thick muzzle and giving slight pressure while he threw his full weight against her. Letting out a satisfied grunt as the mare stumbled back a few steps, enough for Ira to get her clear of his precious crops. "Back!" he repeated with venom when the mare shook him loose and reared up, stumbling backward with a grimace when he came down hard on his bad leg to avoid the thrashing hooves. He let off a round of foul-mouthed cusses that would make his grandmother turn over in his grave, shouting some nonsense words in Russian that meant nothing more than loud noise to try to intimidate the big horse. He waved his arms about his head, to which the mare let out a long whinny and dashed past him. He lunged to try and grab her but only managed a slap on her hindquarters. "Stupid horse!" He growled as he limped away from the horse and with his back to her and shambled to his makeshift house. Fetching some rope he’d managed to scrounge up and used sparingly, he looped it around his arm and smiled a sly little smile to himself."Now horse will learn who is the boss," he said, chuckling to himself. A plan was evolving - at first he had just wanted this pesky horse to stop eating his harvest. But the more his keen eye watched her, the more he noticed the fine, strong sculpt of her - the more he noticed that she was a prize working horse, no doubt. Capable of pulling a sled and plowing! Of course he would have to build such things, but all in good time! Ira had been walking while he was thinking all this, rubbing a hand along his stubble-darkened face. His nose had turned a bright red from the exposure to the cold, but he ignored the rawness. He had more important things to do - like capture this horse and make it his own. Surely if someone owned it, they would not let it wander in such conditions! So. It was his now, as soon as he got the rope around its neck. Iratied the rope into a loose lasso and began to slowly swing it round, his face set in stern determination as the horse looked on with...was that amusement on its face? No, no, he was seeing things. Tongue poked between his teeth, he let fly the lasso and as it landed around the mare's thick neck he pulled it tight. "Hah!" he cried triumphantly and hurried to the horse's side, keeping it tethered to the rope despite her efforts to pull away. "Steady," he said firmly, planting one hand on her withers (still holding the rope) and the other on her wide back. The horses back home were about her size - so he was used to getting up on such big animals. So with a sharp intake of breath he shoved off the ground and attempted to haul his arse up onto the mare's wide back, his wooden peg stuck out an awkward angle in his efforts. Quite the silly sight, but he was determined as hell to make this work! ooc; soterrible Dx but…is a post?

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