Post by Kc Smith on Jun 23, 2009 14:29:34 GMT -6
"Hurry up!"
A comanding voice took the forest. Endless thudding went along a dirt path, along with small foot steps close behind. A large mamale jogged along with reins on it's large cranium, a human ridding it's back. A small Sheltie followed, obviously wanting to stop for something or another. But his owner didn't look too happy. A poisinus frown was at his lips as he kept his hands and arms on the horse's neck, lightly holding the reins that kept it in control as they trotted along quietly. Well, if you could call the boy having an earphone in his ear playing mucis quiet. Kc sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. Guess greif is what you get when you here your dog you've known all your life might not have a life tommorrow, eh? He chuckled inwardly at the thought, not wanting to spooke any animal as he focused back on the trail, a bored expression on his face.
Trees went by slowly as they went along, the stallion swiviling his ears as he listened in for sounds that may come out and attack him. The small dog - or puppy, really - stayed at the Equine's back hooves, jogging right along side of it, panting lightly in the afternoon sun. The rays barely made it through the thick trees, though. Kc had decided to take the route with less life and more quietness for him to focus. He knew one of these days, there would be a show for him to go to. Barrel Racing would be fun while he waited to see what was to happen. He hadn't got to this hick-town barely a few days ago. Now he was bored out of his wits. Fucking hillbillys, that's what he thought of people in this town. They were all hillbillys. Ones who anoyyed him constantly. Oh, how he hated anoyances[/i].
The trail took a small turn on a hill. Through the trees, Kc thought he saw a small stream or river, and some deer or something drinking it up with a few yearlings. He was just lucky Rex didn't notice any of them, or he would be long gone by now. Kc sighed as Spite slowly stepped over a few large roots, being catious enough to know that he didn't want to fall and break something. The saddle bag lurched forward slightly, as if wanting to slide right off and fall to the ground. Lucky enough there were attached, huh? Spite went back into a quick trot as Rex made his way quickly down the small turn, now taking the lead to sniff out ahead. Kc knew he'd be near a resting spot by now, where he and his animals could sit and stay for a while. Like they were planning on going on forever, right? No one could go forever. Though Kc's thoughts got in his way as they went.
Wonder when Acey's gonna come and visit he thought, his eyes staring lightly at the tops of the trees. His younger brother had been begging via phone calls to come and see him. Kc thought it was kind of funny, really. He loved his younger brother, sure. He just wondered what he would say to the people at the barn when he begged to come and see Spite and go on the trails. Betcha' he'll beg to bring along Snow he thought again, thinking about his brother's little minature horse, which happend to be his when he was young. A small grin came upon his face as he watched the winding trail ahead of him. He thought he saw some other trails withing the trees around him, though he didn't pay much attention. He didn't even care, apparently. He smirked at the thought.[/color]
Word Count/Muse: 624/Pretty Good, Huh?[/font][/size]
A comanding voice took the forest. Endless thudding went along a dirt path, along with small foot steps close behind. A large mamale jogged along with reins on it's large cranium, a human ridding it's back. A small Sheltie followed, obviously wanting to stop for something or another. But his owner didn't look too happy. A poisinus frown was at his lips as he kept his hands and arms on the horse's neck, lightly holding the reins that kept it in control as they trotted along quietly. Well, if you could call the boy having an earphone in his ear playing mucis quiet. Kc sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. Guess greif is what you get when you here your dog you've known all your life might not have a life tommorrow, eh? He chuckled inwardly at the thought, not wanting to spooke any animal as he focused back on the trail, a bored expression on his face.
Trees went by slowly as they went along, the stallion swiviling his ears as he listened in for sounds that may come out and attack him. The small dog - or puppy, really - stayed at the Equine's back hooves, jogging right along side of it, panting lightly in the afternoon sun. The rays barely made it through the thick trees, though. Kc had decided to take the route with less life and more quietness for him to focus. He knew one of these days, there would be a show for him to go to. Barrel Racing would be fun while he waited to see what was to happen. He hadn't got to this hick-town barely a few days ago. Now he was bored out of his wits. Fucking hillbillys, that's what he thought of people in this town. They were all hillbillys. Ones who anoyyed him constantly. Oh, how he hated anoyances[/i].
The trail took a small turn on a hill. Through the trees, Kc thought he saw a small stream or river, and some deer or something drinking it up with a few yearlings. He was just lucky Rex didn't notice any of them, or he would be long gone by now. Kc sighed as Spite slowly stepped over a few large roots, being catious enough to know that he didn't want to fall and break something. The saddle bag lurched forward slightly, as if wanting to slide right off and fall to the ground. Lucky enough there were attached, huh? Spite went back into a quick trot as Rex made his way quickly down the small turn, now taking the lead to sniff out ahead. Kc knew he'd be near a resting spot by now, where he and his animals could sit and stay for a while. Like they were planning on going on forever, right? No one could go forever. Though Kc's thoughts got in his way as they went.
Wonder when Acey's gonna come and visit he thought, his eyes staring lightly at the tops of the trees. His younger brother had been begging via phone calls to come and see him. Kc thought it was kind of funny, really. He loved his younger brother, sure. He just wondered what he would say to the people at the barn when he begged to come and see Spite and go on the trails. Betcha' he'll beg to bring along Snow he thought again, thinking about his brother's little minature horse, which happend to be his when he was young. A small grin came upon his face as he watched the winding trail ahead of him. He thought he saw some other trails withing the trees around him, though he didn't pay much attention. He didn't even care, apparently. He smirked at the thought.[/color]
Word Count/Muse: 624/Pretty Good, Huh?[/font][/size]