such is the life of a wild horse {&open}
Dec 22, 2008 23:42:05 GMT
Post by zazabelou on Dec 22, 2008 23:42:05 GMT
"Pick up you damn feet."
Her soft, beautiful voice was laced with venom as the golden stallion snorted, pawing anxiously as he looked up the forest path which led up to the small village. It was in the middle of the night, everyone was asleep and this female knew that very well. Her hair was braided, of course, a few strands settled over her left eye. She didn't bother to brush them away because she knew they'd return.
Crimson eyes reflected annoyance as the horse trotted forwards, into the town before whinnying loudly, announcing their presence. "Settle down, Zaza!" She hissed, but the stallion didn't relax at all. The female studied the area. No one. Of course, this town was home to all the older families. The Mideel Equestrian Center, her home, was in ruins. Yet it was nice to come home.
"Been almost three years since we've been home, huh, baby? ShinRa destroyed this place." She said. The horse snorted in reply, chomping at the bit in his mouth before walking forewards. Now, where to go? The stallion's black rimmed ears flicked forwards and back, listening carefully. But then he wheeled around, whistling in challenge to a hidden newcomer. Now, who the hell would be out at this time and trying to sneak up on a rider and horse?
Of course, said rider wasn't too lucky, not paying attenting and falling off over the left side of the horse, landing on her hip and jumping up immediately. Zaza looked back at her, the girl clad in a black polo shirt, cream riding pants, black leather tall boots, and pretty silver spurs with the angry scowl on her face, grabbing the horse's reins which where presently hanging down, fixing them and remounting the horse. "Unfortunately for us, boy, the people of this world lack common manners and don't share the same courtesy as we do. I guess we are truly out of luck, my friend."
Of course, from Mortel Sinneau, that was a blatant statement saying humans were foolish and shouldn't be sneaking up on someone like her unless they want to be beat with a riding whip. The insane teenager huffed in defiance, turning the horse around and walking off. Would the stranger who dared to scare them say anything? Quite frankly, the blonde couldn't care less, but the stallion kept on looking back every few moments, but was punished by the female. Oh well.
Her soft, beautiful voice was laced with venom as the golden stallion snorted, pawing anxiously as he looked up the forest path which led up to the small village. It was in the middle of the night, everyone was asleep and this female knew that very well. Her hair was braided, of course, a few strands settled over her left eye. She didn't bother to brush them away because she knew they'd return.
Crimson eyes reflected annoyance as the horse trotted forwards, into the town before whinnying loudly, announcing their presence. "Settle down, Zaza!" She hissed, but the stallion didn't relax at all. The female studied the area. No one. Of course, this town was home to all the older families. The Mideel Equestrian Center, her home, was in ruins. Yet it was nice to come home.
"Been almost three years since we've been home, huh, baby? ShinRa destroyed this place." She said. The horse snorted in reply, chomping at the bit in his mouth before walking forewards. Now, where to go? The stallion's black rimmed ears flicked forwards and back, listening carefully. But then he wheeled around, whistling in challenge to a hidden newcomer. Now, who the hell would be out at this time and trying to sneak up on a rider and horse?
Of course, said rider wasn't too lucky, not paying attenting and falling off over the left side of the horse, landing on her hip and jumping up immediately. Zaza looked back at her, the girl clad in a black polo shirt, cream riding pants, black leather tall boots, and pretty silver spurs with the angry scowl on her face, grabbing the horse's reins which where presently hanging down, fixing them and remounting the horse. "Unfortunately for us, boy, the people of this world lack common manners and don't share the same courtesy as we do. I guess we are truly out of luck, my friend."
Of course, from Mortel Sinneau, that was a blatant statement saying humans were foolish and shouldn't be sneaking up on someone like her unless they want to be beat with a riding whip. The insane teenager huffed in defiance, turning the horse around and walking off. Would the stranger who dared to scare them say anything? Quite frankly, the blonde couldn't care less, but the stallion kept on looking back every few moments, but was punished by the female. Oh well.