Post by ryan2 on Jan 29, 2013 14:20:46 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #333333 solid; border-bottom: 10px #333333 solid;] "Alright bud, it's just you and me now, so you gotta cut me some slack," Ryan told the horse as he undid the latch on the stall door. The tall Appendix gazed back at him blankly. Were horses supposed to be excited to see you, like dogs were? Ryan didn't know. Blaze certainly didn't look excited. In fact, he didn't look anything. But, his mom had sworn to him up and down that horses had emotions, just like people. And dogs. He sighed. If only Blaze was a dog, it'd be so much easier. He had so much to learn about the enigmatic creature in front of him. Once he was safely inside the stall, Ryan clipped the leadrope to the gelding's matching leather halter and tied a quick release knot to a metal ring in the stall. That much he remembered from helping his mom out with grooming when he was a kid. If only she could have been there with him, to help him out right now. Then again, if she was still around, he wouldn't have his own horse to take care of. Blaze would still be home with her, and he'd be off in some random town, bartending and living it up. Ryan looked down at the tools in mother's grooming kit, fervently wishing he'd paid closer attention when he was younger. How hard could it be though? The horse was dirty, and he had to get him clean. It wasn't rocket science. Although... He picked a hoof pick, examining it from every angle. They didn't torture horses with these things, did they? No, that didn't seem like his mom. She always referred to Blaze as her other son. Her better son, a nagging voice in the back of his head sneered. A son that didn't leave her as soon as he could in search of women and a good drinking story... Dejected, Ryan dropped the hoof pick back in the tack box. Blaze turned his elegant head to look at him. "You probably think I'm crazy, huh?" The horse snorted, as if in agreement. Ryan laughed to himself, running a hand through his dark hair. He had no idea where to start. you're just an angel trying to love this mortal man |
table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0
