The Piebald
Yearling
'You need only look right behind you, find who, will follow you into the blue beyond'
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Post by The Piebald on Sept 27, 2013 10:40:01 GMT -5
His auditories flicker quickly at the yelp, cranium lifting swiftly to face the biped. His gaze followed the girl as she slumps down against the stable wall, her hand within the bucket, making a small ripple within the crystalline liquid. 'The Piebald' gives a soft, questioning nicker, nodding his cranium a few times. The equine's banner gives a small flicker against the stallions hind legs as he edges forward, curiously lowering his muzzle closer to her hand within the bucket. Bumping into her hand with his muzzle, the stallion snorts and draws his head back quickly in surprise, tossing it to the side.
After a few moments, the stallion edges to the side slightly, using his muzzle once more to lift the buckets handle and allowing it to fall back down. His auds gradually pin back, cranium bowing once more as the equine glances back at bleeding wounds, snorting and returning his gaze to the human girl, crimson patches throbbing. His left forehoof was still lifted off the ground, a deep wound within his lower leg, containing a bullet, unseen.
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Post by Kagome Higurashi on Sept 27, 2013 13:21:37 GMT -5
Quietly, she watched him examine her and the bucket, though she remained mostly still. After a while, she spoke, keeping her voice low and soft, "I need to use this to clean your wounds before I treat them, but I can't do that if you don't let me." She didn't really expect him to understand, of course, but it was her way of acknowledging him without reaching out to touch him, lest she scare him further. At least his curiosity and willingness to approach her in order to investigate was a good sign.
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The Piebald
Yearling
'You need only look right behind you, find who, will follow you into the blue beyond'
Posts: 196
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Post by The Piebald on Sept 27, 2013 16:01:43 GMT -5
The equine nickers softly, auditories giving a quick flick forward as she speaks. Bowing his cranium, 'The Piebald' seems to begin to take interest in her clothing. Reaching his muzzle carefully out towards them, the stallion allows his nostrils to flare slightly, giving the upper clothing a few soft nips. Suddenly, his cranium retracts, auditories immediately pinning back. Glancing around quickly, the stallion locks his gaze onto the stall door.
After a few moments, the sound of footsteps passes the stall door, presumably an employee, the sound of a whip slapping against a boot. The sound creates a certain tenseness about the stallion, hind legs forcing his heavy frame away from the ground once more. Unable to hold his weight under shaking pillars any longer, the equine's legs seem to completely fail him, the mustang's mass plummeting towards the flooring below. Slamming into the floor, he found himself in even more pain than previously, strugging to regain his balance and force himself onto all fours.
The stallion snorts in frustration, using his forelegs to force himself back onto his hooves, hazel optics locking onto the human, cranium held low.
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Post by Kagome Higurashi on Sept 27, 2013 20:46:02 GMT -5
The initial inquisitive nips amused her a bit, but his reaction to the sounds in the hall, and then his fall, pulled a gasp from her lungs. Snatching the cloth from the bucket, she shifted her position so that she was on her knees. Kind of scoot-walking on them, she made her way to his bleeding leg, talking to him to try to be reassuring, "Easy now... Let me just..." She reached out toward his leg, cloth in hand, but not to touch it to a potentially raw area. No, she squeezed the rag so that the water would run over the wound. If she could rinse enough of the blood away by doing that, she could get a look at the wound itself. Even getting this close now, she could see something in it that didn't look like it belonged. Considering the possibility that these wounds might be more serious than she had first thought, she might need to give him a sedative injection so that she could treat them without getting killed in the process.
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The Piebald
Yearling
'You need only look right behind you, find who, will follow you into the blue beyond'
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Post by The Piebald on Sept 28, 2013 3:16:48 GMT -5
Initially, the mustang's gaze switches to the girl, legs and flanks quivering with anticipation, unsure of her intention. When the water ran over it, he gives a small squealing sound, the pains shooting through his cannon and up his leg muscles. Shifting his leg sharply off, he snorts in a clear perturbed manner, rather unnerved by the human's advances, as small and aggressiveness as they may have seemed. Auditories giving an involuntary flicker, the mustang sends them flying back against his skull. Slowly, he returns his leg to the original position, huffing down at the girl. Maybe, just maybe, she was trying to help. Forcing himself to trust his mind, the equine lowers his muzzle towards her face, gazing over at her with an unusual hinting to his hazel optics, one that protrayed his fear, with a certain look of hope added to the mix. He gives her face a gentle sniff, auditories flickering forward.
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Post by Kagome Higurashi on Sept 28, 2013 3:34:53 GMT -5
"Oh, that's a good boy." She kept her movements slow, and reached out to give his nose a gentle stroke with her free hand before using it to reach back and pull the bucket to her side. Dunking the cloth back into the water to re-saturate it, she repeated the process, looking closer at the wound. The object in it looked like a small rock. No, not a rock; there was a slight metallic luster to it. Maybe she could get it out. It would have to come out sooner rather than later anyway to prevent any further damage. Moving into a squat so that she could jump out of the way if need be, she put a finger to the wound in hopes of being able to carefully wiggle the object out of it.
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The Piebald
Yearling
'You need only look right behind you, find who, will follow you into the blue beyond'
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Post by The Piebald on Sept 28, 2013 3:44:31 GMT -5
The starving mustang stares down at her with a light wicker when she runs a hand over his muzzle, snorting, throwing his skullage back. He stands in the same spot for a moment, allowing her prod and poke at the leg wound, throwing his to the side cranium every so often. The stallion raises his cannon as the girl attempts to remove something within the wound, offering only a heavy snort and a small shove to her shoulder, making it quick to stress his point, yet he drew it back before his face could be touched. Edging off towards the corner the best he could with his injured foreleg, the stallion turns head that direction, before bobbing it downwards to rub against the wound, a few stray strands of his pelt managing to find their way into the wound. It definitely wouldn't do him any good.
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Post by Kagome Higurashi on Sept 28, 2013 4:02:48 GMT -5
"I know it hurts. I know... You're being so good about this, though." She didn't try to hold onto him as he backed away, but just sat there to give him a moment. When he started rubbing, however, she moved back in, still slow, and with the bucket in tow. "No no, don't do that..." Giving his nose a light push away from the wound, she ran some more water over it, and spotting the now loosened object again, gives it a quick tug, cringing slightly at the squishy sound it made coming out. Upon seeing what it was, her surprise was evident as she dropped to her butt. "...A bullet..." She turned her eyes back to him, "You poor thing... So young, and yet you've clearly been through so much..." With a saddened sigh, she rinsed the bullet and tucked it into her pocket to deal with later; right now, he still had wounds she needed to take care of.
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The Piebald
Yearling
'You need only look right behind you, find who, will follow you into the blue beyond'
Posts: 196
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Post by The Piebald on Sept 28, 2013 4:14:10 GMT -5
The stallion pins his auditories back upon the contact, snorting in fustration, and as a light protest, giving her sleeve a few defiant nips. Hmph. Job done. His slightly softened hazel gaze turns to her with another sof nip to her sleeve, a harsh snort soon to follow. Flicking his banner slowly, with a cautious hinting to his actions, he considers the possibility that she may be trying to help. She didn't act as if she wanted to harm him, like most others. When the bullet was tugged from his leg, the mustangs skullage is thrown back up with a snort. God, that hurt! With a whinny of clear pain, he bobs his cranium back down to meet her gaze, he manages to poke his muzzle into her back, edging around the girl to do so.
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Post by Kagome Higurashi on Sept 28, 2013 5:39:06 GMT -5
With each nip she gave his nose a little push away and would repeat, "No biting." Though his whinny got a sympathetic look from her. Finally, she got up and went to the door, and reaching her arm through the small opening, brought the ointment and bandages into the stall. Returning to him, she presented the items to him so that it wouldn't come as a surprise when she used them. Explaining, though she knew he wouldn't exactly understand, she nodded to the items in turn, "This is antibiotic ointment, and I'll put this on your wounds after I clean them. These are bandages, and they go on the wounds after the ointment. Then, when all that's done, maybe I'll curry and brush you so that you're all clean. How does that sound?" Taking her her eyes off her supplies, she granted him a smile.
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The Piebald
Yearling
'You need only look right behind you, find who, will follow you into the blue beyond'
Posts: 196
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Post by The Piebald on Sept 28, 2013 6:02:19 GMT -5
Curiosity surfacing, the stallions auds flicker forward towards Ardelle as she moves. His nares flare as the stallion scrolls his hazel optics across the girl's odd objects, snorting as he gazes at them. He was obviously a curious character, still being rather young, and had already started revealing some form of character.
With a soft nicker, the stallion nudges the objects around, eventually knocking the ointment from her hands. His auditories flicker once more, hazel optics bright and alert. With an inquisitive nicker, he reaches his muzzle down momentarily, drawing it back and pacing forwards slightly. Compelled to further investigate this human, the stallion examines her clothing, snorting, nares flaring as his attention is drawn elsewhere. Gaze resting on her pockets, the mustang nickers with a faint hint of interest, poking his muzzle the compartment and giving the top a few soft nips, seeming to turn his attention to the pocket completely. He could smell traces of all manners of things, from coins to the scents of other horses.
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Post by Kagome Higurashi on Sept 28, 2013 13:27:59 GMT -5
She chuckled and picked the bottle of ointment back up, "It seems like you just wanted a friend, huh?" With amusement, she let him examine her pocket while she rearranged the things in her hands, but at his nip, she shifted her hips away, "There's nothing in there for you right now; I have carrots outside for you, but they'll have to wait until we're done here." She pet his nose once more before setting everything up. "I think we'll do this one wound at a time..." So she returned to his leg, setting to work cleaning and dressing with deft hands, "There. I'll need to keep an eye on that one, but it's clean and wrapped for now." Her eyes then ran over him to scan for the next wound to work on.
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The Piebald
Yearling
'You need only look right behind you, find who, will follow you into the blue beyond'
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Post by The Piebald on Sept 28, 2013 14:43:42 GMT -5
With a soft nicker, the stallion allows her to spread the ointment over his leg wounds, from where the previous bullet had been fired at him, and it was then bandaged swiftly. Hazel optics seemingly deepening with a hint of confusion, the stallion desperately attempts to think what had happened to him. How had he become a slave of these humans in the first place? How had they beaten and rejected him, until he became... This. With an angered snort, the mustang slams his forehoof down as thoughts came rushing back to him. Everything was revealing itself at such a swift pace. The way he had escaped, and when the humans came to the realisation he wasn't turning round, his previous 'master' began shooting at him.
Seemingly becoming lost in his memories and imaginings, the stallion kicks out, hooves slamming against the wall, before he realises what he had hit. Nothing important obviously, but it managed to entice him back into the present. Snorting in an agitated manner, the equine bows his cranium, optics returning to their normal curious state. Glancing swiftly down at the leg wound, the stallion nickers softly, turning his gaze back up at Ardelle.
At least this human treated him like he was a living being, even a friend. A great contrast to his work as a 'machine'. Possibly the worst of the wounds had been covered as of now (the wound of his left foreleg), however, there were a few more bleeding wounds trailing up his legs, across his flanks, across his stomach and chest, and up his neck. A few scars are dashes across his muzzle, obvious that had always been the main target in the isolation of his first 'masters' stable. His auditories flicker casually as he twists his cranium slightly, nares flaring. Banner lashing against his hind legs once more, the mustang nickers yet again, awaiting the girl's next move.((Sorry for the lack of muse over the last few posts, its gradually returning to normal ))
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Post by Kagome Higurashi on Sept 28, 2013 20:36:50 GMT -5
((No worries ^^)) When he suddenly lashed out, she backed up with a little gasp, but she noted that his eyes had gone far away. As soon as he seemed to return to the moment, she relaxed again, and forgoing his wounds for the moment, she ran a gentle hand down the length of his face. "Where were you just now? The past? That's over now; you're safe here." Leaning forward, she rested her nose on his, breathing softly into one of his nostrils in hopes of showing him a bit of what her words meant. After a moment of that, she knelt again, deciding to work from the legs up, knowing full well just how important a horse's legs were to their well-being.
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The Piebald
Yearling
'You need only look right behind you, find who, will follow you into the blue beyond'
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Post by The Piebald on Sept 29, 2013 2:13:26 GMT -5
Hazel optics softening momentarily, the mustang simply stands there, gazing up at her as she gets closer to his face. In that brief moment of exchanging breaths, the stallion's auditories flicker forward as his muzzle bumps against her cheek, nickering softly as he removes it and she continues her work. And for some reason, in that moment, he felt connected with the human. He felt trust for the first time.
Shifting his heavy frame slightly, the equine gingerly ruffles around within her hair, giving her ear a few nudges. Retreacting his cranium swiftly, the stallion glances at the stable door momentarily, snorting and drawing his muzzle back down, continuing to roll his muzzle through her hair, almost in a playful manner. He knew that this human was trying to help, and he trusted her in the stall and when she interacted with her, but some things can still set him off. With a heavy snort, the equine nods his cranium a few times, forelock drifting across his muzzle in a rather untidy manner. He was safe around Ardelle, but what about the other humans. How would they treat him?
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