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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 0:29:12 GMT
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Rayyan didn't particularly care about much. He didn't care about the soft rain soaking him as he packed himself into his rickety old truck, didn't care for his two children of sorts yapping and arguing in the back, nor did the cold bother him in the slightest. Dark brown eyes stared ahead as his thin hand weakly grasped the steering wheel, lithe and scrawny frame sitting straight in his seat. He kept a neutral look on his freckled face, even as his brown pup and kitten crawled all over him in an attempt to grab his attention but he never looked away from the road for even a second. He was a good driver, didn't have a hard time focusing on something for a long period of time. It was easy to get distracted for most but he had a long attention span. Not even a paw batting at his soft cheek bothered him all that much. An eyebrow raised at the two's antics before a hand slowly slipped from the wheel to shove them off into the other seat. "C'mon you guys, quit it." He ordered before continuing to drive. Soft puffs of air blew through his nose calmly, an unamused expression on his facial features.
He slowly came up to the stables, the mud-covered wheels squeaking to a stop. He put the car in park before flipping onto his side and glancing out the left over rain slipping down the glass pane windows. Releasing a sigh before gathering the two into his thin arms, he stepped out of the truck and slammed the rusted red door closed with his hip. He trudged through the slightly damp ground, sneakers sloshing against the soft dirt. Hopefully it would dry up by the time he took Requiem out. He slowly released his children into the empty arena as he made his way to the stables. "Stay close to me. Chewy, Cocoa." He looked at them with a smile before walking ahead, the two bounding around in a bunch of mud and wet dirt. "Kids!" He barked at them, making them stop from their frolicking and chase after their father obediently.
Taking off his jacket to hang over a trunk sitting on the concrete floor, he wiped off the dirt and mud paw prints on his pants. "Alright, behave yourselves." He told the two devious kids before they bounded off to go play in the landscape once more. His dark gaze swept over the stalls, thin legs slowly moving as he walked through the stables. Spotting the elegant and fragile mare in her respectful stall, he offered a smile before carefully approaching as he learned how spooked or angered she could get. "Hey Requiem." He greeted the dark brown mare with a soft grin. "Ready to go get some exercise, girl?" He asked in a delighted manner. He always enjoyed playing with his mare, when she let him that is.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 19:42:47 GMT
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It was said that the essential joy of being alongside horses is what brings forth contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire. Horses are the projection of people's dreams about themselves, everything strong, powerful and beautiful. Should it be in one's blood to love horses, one share's their life within them. One's horse knows one's secrets; we braid tears into their manes, and whisper hopes into their ears. We celebrate our companions with praise worthy of heroes and heroines. To those outside the circle, it may seem odd; the muddy boots and crushed toes may not be in their greatest interest. Indeed, horses have hearts of warriors, and often carry us out onto the field of battle, and, together, we share the pain of sudden loss. Only those who know them understand how a horse can hold a human heart.
Mismatching irises, one a faded grey hue, the other a vibrant amber, silently surveyed the setting from the darkness of the corner, delicate frame pushed into the wall as much as was possible for a creature of her stature. The tail sprouting from her rump tucked firmly against her hind quarters, muscles tensing and popping beneath her flesh, facials crawling with agitation when faced with a feathered fiend that had so blindly fluttered into her stall (humans might have recognised the creature as a bird). The imminent potential threat as the miniature beast entered had surfaced promptly in a flurry of shock. The thing seemed unable to fully understand the nature of her surprise, for it only continued to release a series of odd chirps, only managing to further aggravate the mare. The damn thing just kept fluttering about overhead, or at least, until it got too close and she managed to get a good snap at its tail-feathers, which sent it spiralling back out the way it came in. Good riddance too.
Life had certainly been developed for the greater good upon falling into the ownership of the young man, with him evidently capable of understanding her behaviours much better than the dishevelled bipedal ever could. Not only did this boy understand, but he made effort with her; more than can be said for the vast majority of the human race, who would, in her mind, willingly stand back and watch her suffer. She favoured this boy above all others, and she tried to show it on a day to day basis, though unsuccessful at times due to the barricade of language. She could never verbally tell him that he meant more to her than any human ever had, and had yet to figure out exactly how she was supposed to show that with her body language.
Upon hearing a faint voice from beyond the stable doors, the mare's audits perked, facials held upright, trying to assess whether or not it was worth investigation. And, considering how curious she could be at times, her fragile skull soon appeared over the stall door, irises surveying their surroundings in effort to place the source of said familiar voice. And, lo and behold, there was said boy. His somewhat hesitant approach went silently acknowledged, though she paid it little mind, releasing a light wicker upon his familiar greeting. Her audits craned towards him, gaze bright and inquisitive as to the reason for his visitation. But, unable to contain her excitement, she soon found herself giddily swinging her skull up and down, until he came close enough for her to extend her delicate, burnt features outwards, a gentle breath blown through her nostrils upon his own face in a friendly greeting.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 0:59:28 GMT
do you long to be left
Rayyan loved requiem to be honest. She was a joy to have around, a heaven he had never asked for but had received anyways. She brought a company that he could of always wished for, a beauty and elegance with her. Such a broken skin wrapped around her but such a perfect mare. She was lovely. A perfect mare to have, she brought a whole other world to his heart. One with freedom and hope that sent it fluttering towards the sky in search of adventure and fun. There were so many words to describe how perfect Requiem was. A sort of escape from life, she was like the escape to heaven. The faded black mare was his wings. So... so elegant and free-spirited. He couldn't ask for a more perfect horse.
His ears heard the feminine whinny of delight, a smile broadening onto his lips. He met her faded and amber eyes with a gleeful type of attitude. "How's my favorite girl doing?" He asked kindly before standing in front of the wooden confinement with a grin. His dark gaze saw her head flinging upwards and downwards before snorting onto his facial features. He let out a laugh and extended a thin hand to pet the uninjured side of her muzzle. "That's my girl. Now c'mon, let's go to the pastures." He encouraged her before grabbing her halter and carefully slipping it on, trying not to agitate her burns. Pale fingers curled themselves around the hard material, gently tugging on it as a 'go' before walking towards the open fields. "Did you talk to any of your friends last night?" He asked, glancing back at the different colored pelts behind the stall doors.
The young adult led the mare to the open fields, opening the metal gate-doors and letting her inside. His hands grabbed a blue and white striped plastic ball, tossing it towards her. "C'mon Req, let's play!" He encouraged cheerfully before waiting for her to return the gesture. He didn't hear the sounds of quiet little paw-steps following him in the damp dirt until he actually felt mud being smeared across his thin legs. Brown eyes glanced down to see the kit and pup painting his skin with the brown, sloppy earth. He released a small chuckle before bending down to push them off. "Come on guys, don't get me all dirty." He complained quietly before the pair ran around in the dirt.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 3:36:44 GMT
let me see beneath you're Thinned frame rapidly shifting between her hooves in an overexcited prancing motion upon seeing his lips spread wider in the strange gesture that the humans seemed to dub a smile, which she had come to recognise as representing their glee. Joy shared between the two beings was unlike any she had come to experience throughout her life when it came to human contact. Her neck arched outwards, and upon the sound of his questioning, though she didn't exactly understand what his words meant, they only prompted further excitement from the giddy mare, shoulder blades working her limbs in a swift prance.
The exhaled breath upon his facials was seemingly taken as a positive interaction, for he laughed at the motion; her frame steadied slightly as the hand settled upon her muzzle, irises fixating on the boy, full of liveliness, audits craning forward inquisitively. Mention of the pasture was always connotated with positive association, however, as the halter was revealed, she abruptly ceased her giddy ways and snorted in distaste, her ears pinning sharply against her skull. The device was not a comfortable one to be placed over the scaled burn, the material rubbing against the sensitive, exposed flesh. Disapprove as she might, the device was inched onto her facials, and though initially withdrawing her skull, she soon slipped into the halter. Her ears remained pinned, however, if only to show her irritation towards the object.
His gentle indication for her to move, though initially with a slight hesitation, had the smoky black equine following the young man, sticking close to his side, her irises flickering between him and the surrounding terrain. Her audits curiously shifted back and forth, alert when it came to the various sounds. It seemed disappointingly normal out in the yard, though she didn't question it, for any time spent with the boy was treasured. His speech drew a lightened snort form the mare, craning her muzzle over to bump his shoulder in a playful fashion, touching his back with her delicate features every now and then as they ventured across the yard, perfectly willing to follow the leader.
At the sight of the field, however, her skull craned forward, and her pace picked into a trot alongside the man, tossing her delicate features excitedly as the gate was opened, the hard substance layered upon the terrain falling into soft greenery below her hooves. Hesitantly, her gaze cast down to the foliage, her attention divided between the blades and the boy somewhere off behind her. Mismatching irises curiously studied the blades of grass, before snorting and tossing her head upwards, kicking out her hind limbs in a joyful buck (which, thankfully, wasn't directed towards Rayyan - god knows she wasn't the most tentative beast out there).
Upon hearing the familiar voice call out the word play, her features twisted towards her, soon met with the rounded object being tossed towards her. Though initially shocked at the sight of the oncoming object, and skittering a few paces away from it, she snorted and slowly approached the ball, almost as if it would lash out towards her. Audits pinned, she lipped experimentally at the rounded object, before finally clamping it in her mouth, casting him a questioning glance. What do I do with this now? Was he trying to play the human game with her, where they'd throw things between them? Maybe he was trying to play fetch, in a similar fashion to canids and their humans. Either way, she bobbed her head up and down, quite literally bouncing back towards him, shoving the mud-cloaked ball against his chest, her tail flagging out behind her.
However, upon the arrival of the miniature dynamic duo, her attention switched to them. With her fear of the boy's pets having been destroyed by her initial meeting with them, her audits craned forward, and she pushed her muzzle towards the pair, producing a wicker than sounded more like a giddy squeal. Hey, maybe it was the pent up energy talking, or maybe she was just like that, who knows? Either way, as the man shooed to two off and they went gallivanting across the mud, the mare pawed the ground with a forehoof for a moment, casting an enthusiastic glance towards Rayyan, before charging on after them, regardless of how large her hooves were in comparison to their frail frames. She was careful not to step on them, tentative to their whereabouts. The rather unattractive slurping as mud kicked up at her heels barely hindered the energetic feminine, far too caught up in her frolicking. Working her way around the pets in a figure of eight fashion, her canter slowed into a flowing trot, and, bringing her hooves up high, she pranced her way back to Rayyan, offering him a playful shove with her muzzle, before shying away from him, in a mock game of tag.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2015 18:58:30 GMT
 take this pleasure and take it with the pain Rayyan loved the way his dear Requiem was acting so excited, the way she was constantly shifting weight between her hooves and legs in a swift and frequent motion made him almost giddy at her energy. It was not a human greeting a human, nor a equine greeting an equine. It was a boy simply talking to possibly the love of his life. But... it wasn't the romance type of love. No, that would be plain weird. But Requiem was his pride and joy. She was like the sugar to his life, the red velvet cake to him. Like a sweet addiction, a sugary drug he couldn't get off of as weird as that sounded. She brought out a different part of him even he didn't know he had. Such beauty, such grace, she brought elegance and care.
He couldn't help the grin that lifted his lips, an almost ache bringing to his cheek muscles. Perhaps he hadn't smiled for such a long time? Ah, dear Requiem always brought joy to him. Thin and almost feminine hands stopped as she showed negativity. "It'll only be for a little bit until I get you out, then i'll take it off, okay?" He encouraged the poor mare before gradually putting it on her brown and pink muzzle. "Sorry, Req. It'll only take a few minutes." The young adolescent soothed her as he moved forward, the reluctant equine following him with a small smile curled on his lips. He enjoyed being out here with dear Requiem. She made him happy, though he didn't quite understand why. The pursuit of happiness took years, why had his only took weeks? Why did this one mare hold a key to his joy and soul? Was the world telling him something? That not all love came in the form of humans? Maybe she was his savior from loneliness. From being separated as an outcast and just a loner. If only normality hadn't been so harsh on them. Stereotypes of sorts had been placed upon his beloved mare. Thought of her just the average horse. That she felt no pain. Had no emotions or thoughts. But she did. She wasn't just a mindless drone hardwired to follow demands and needs. She had her own dreams and desires. And so did he.
His ears caught the sound of air puffing through circular openings in skin before a muzzle nudged his limb playfully. He let out a soft chuckle before dragging a slender hand down her forehead tenderly. Such a sweet and gentle giant had fluttered into his life so fast. Did she understand how much he loved her? How much he needed her? Maybe, maybe not. One day... he would show her. The young male soon felt his equine picked up her pace, making his hands work quickly to slip off the halter and hang it on the fence. Opening the gates to allow Requiem to enter, dark eyes watched her trot off. He laughed once more before closing the metal device behind him, slipping towards the excited female. Such a sweet thing to enjoy.
She looked to him when he gently bounced the ball against the ground, the rubber object bounding towards her. A small smirk twisted across his facial features at her shock and surprise before she slowly relaxed and actually started to touch it with her lapping lips. A snort of amusement over came him before tucking his hands in his jacket pockets, a crooked grin painted across his face. He watched the equine jog back to him before shoving the messy, rubber object onto his body. He released a giggle before taking it in his arms. "Good try." He said jokingly before patting the space between her ears, fingers stroking her black mane. Rayyan watched eagerly as his horse approached his 'children' who were equally as excited to see her.
Chewy was the first to bound towards the mare, tail wagging furiously in an eager action. He shoved his snout upwards as he pushed off his tiny paws briefly to brush his glimmering nose against her own muzzle. Cocoa, meanwhile, cowered behind her more energetic brother. Wide and fearful eyes stared up at the hug giant that towered over her. Her tiny and slender frame shook upon the arrival of the equine, tail tucking between her small legs. Rayyan gave a nod of approval towards the horse as she looked at him when the two ran off. Offering a smile, he brushed the bangs out of his face to watch the rather entertaining scene. The kit and pup were already darting away towards the fences where they hoped to try and climb them but it seemed the smoky horse was already galloping after them. Cocoa let out a quietened and yet frightened squeal while Chewy was already yapping and barking in excitement. But the kitten was relieved when the large, shiny black hooves of the mare never touched her precious and rather frail frame. Chewbaca was still yipping before racing after her eagerly, not wanting to quite leave her company.
Rayyan was expecting the playful tug of her muzzle against him. Slowly putting down the ball and kicking it to the side so his pets may chase after it. He began to jog after the equine excitedly with a big, goofy smile on his features. He released a series of eager whoops before a frail and rather long arm reached over to brush across her flanks, turning himself in reverse and running backwards. "Come on Requiem!"
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