Thread: The Mare and The Wolves [Wuffie\Talin]

From the steps of the large farm house, off into the distance over the dusty, dry expanse of the farmland surrounding, One could almost make out the tiny image of a carriage, the cloud of dust heavy behind it in the early afternoon sun. There was barely a breath of wind today in the deep southern state, and everything seemed coated in a think layer of unholy, sticky humidity, that none could escape. Many of the horses were still, as were most of the people who inhabited this dry land, just trying helplessly to absorb as little warmth as possible. Despite this attack of light from above, some were unable to keep themselves inside and hide from the heat. Within a single of the farms many oval training rings skipped about a strong, agile black stallion, large, much larger than many of the horses they were breeding, something that could easily earn them a hefty paycheck - should he succumb to training quickly. This was not an easy task, some more stubborn horses could take months, and this one was proving to be the most troublesome yet. They only had a few weeks to break this one in, a month at the most, But that carriage, with its dusty trail, was making its way toward them with fervor, with plans for many purchases should this particular stallion work out. And so the three males stood surrounding the horse, in a perfectly trained triangle, each one cutting of the vantage points the beast would have. Yah! One of them called in a throaty baritone, coaxing his hands over the flank of the beast, familiarizing it with human touch. The beast whinnied, running from him in the opposite direction. He took of his wide brimmed hat, rubbing the back of his hand over his forehead, reliving it of the sweat which built up there. The male was tall and powerful, his dirty, red dust covered shirt fluttered lightly in a sudden breeze, all in the ring stopped to enjoy it momentarily, before piercing green eyes returned to the object at hand. He ran a hand through his thick black hair, scratching the scalp before replacing the hat low on his brow, keeping the sun out of his line of vision. Samson! He called, bringing another pair of green eyes to meet his, they seemed caught off guard, and without hesitation the horse rose on its hind legs, flailing his front limbs in aggravation toward the young man. He faltered, falling back on his rear, scooting out of the way quickly from the heavy hooves. He Pulled himself to his feet, quickly jumping over the well worn wooden fence enclosure. I don't think I can do this Joseph.... I'm not cut out for this training thing He sighed, picking a ladle up from the bucket of water at his feet, drinking plentifully and pouring the rest of its contents of his auburn wavy locks. The other male, seeming to be in between the ages of the other two, did not bear there similar features, indeed, he appeared as though all recessive genes decided to display themselves on his phenotype. Come now, Don't give up so easily. You've barely gone a few hours of torturous heat. He chuckled, taking the ladle from his younger brothers hand and dipping it into the bucket, gulping greedily, and pouring a few spoonfuls over his reddish brown hair, cut short in the back, but still managing to find its way into his greyish blue eyes, dispute many attempts to push it back with a dirty, tan hand. They were all heavily tanned and muscled, hours spent tending to horses and in the hot sun had left them in agile form, resembling the horses they worked with for hours. I know something that might cheer you up. That cart? Horse Dealer. Even better? His daughter... nineteen or so apparently. As the story goes shes very beautiful... and her pa's looking to get her hitched. His grin was devious, hand combing trough his messy locks once more, peering into the keen green eyes of his older brother. Watchu thinkin' Joseph? Might this be the one? The middle child teased. earning no more than a snort from the elder. Not likely, Adam. Some spoilt city girl? Bet she cant even cook a decent meal. Give me that plump broad with the crooked nose down the lane anytime, she bakes up some fine raisin bread. The lot laughed together, but each of there eyes gazed down the road, as the billowing dust cloud grew, and the cart approached its destination.