Post by Sasha Cole on Dec 4, 2006 18:29:03 GMT -5
The bike came to a neat stop in a distant corner of the gravel parking lot. Both feet were placed expertly upon the ground to hold the motorcycle steady before a hand gloved in black leather reached down to pull the key out of the ignition. It was slipped carefully into the pocket of his jeans before a sigh laced through his lungs. Both hands reached up and pulled the helmet from his crown before placing it upon the handle bar. Slipping off the navy BMW he looked around, giving his head a slight shake to fray the dark sandy locks of hair into a somewhat normal pattern. Idly, slate hued orbs continued to glance around before he pulled off the leather gloves before moving to his open jacket.
Why did it have to be so hot here? It was December for crying out loud. He was used to weather so cold that even he would go to school just to get somewhere with heating, though it rarely came to such ‘extremes’ for the place where he and his friends would hang out did in fact have heat. He would never understand why people could like it being so hot. Strider had been insane since they had come here, and he was certain it was the weather change. Pushing the thought away he folded the jacket and placed it on the seat of his bike, then set the gloved upon the jacket, the black leather blending perfectly.
Long legs walked away from his bike in a quick movement towards the staff stables. He could already here his horse’s screeches and kicks and it only caused his eyes to roll. The stallion knew the sound of the bike, no one could deny that. A hand ran over his tired looking face before he walked into the barn, hearing his shoes change from the springy sound of the grass to the hard concrete of the barn aisle. It was only one stall down when he stopped and turned to look at his horse. Strider saw his human and his once pinned ears perked forward and he suddenly looked much happier.
Smirking Sasha gave the stallion calming words in French before slipping the door open. Quickly he cross tied the stallion in the stall, fed and groomed him before leading him outside carefully. Strider was having a hard time leading today, which Sasha had been anticipating so wasn’t too annoyed by the whole thing. It took a while to lead the horse out to the pasture, and a few jumps out of the way before Strider finally decided to just trot by his side, only slightly tugging at the lead.
Making it to the pasture Sasha opened the door and let Strider inside. He closed the gate behind them, though didn’t lock it, before allowing the halter to slip from his broad, draft-like face. The second the restricting nylon and chain fell from his face Strider bolted to the back of the ring, kicking up his heels. Lazily Sasha turned to avoid getting kicked before walking back out of the pasture. Locking the gate he just turned and leaned against the top bar. He watched as the black pelt moved quickly around the ring, smirking gently, obviously enjoying the view.
((Bleck, I didn't like that one. I was rushed, it'll be better next time
))
Why did it have to be so hot here? It was December for crying out loud. He was used to weather so cold that even he would go to school just to get somewhere with heating, though it rarely came to such ‘extremes’ for the place where he and his friends would hang out did in fact have heat. He would never understand why people could like it being so hot. Strider had been insane since they had come here, and he was certain it was the weather change. Pushing the thought away he folded the jacket and placed it on the seat of his bike, then set the gloved upon the jacket, the black leather blending perfectly.
Long legs walked away from his bike in a quick movement towards the staff stables. He could already here his horse’s screeches and kicks and it only caused his eyes to roll. The stallion knew the sound of the bike, no one could deny that. A hand ran over his tired looking face before he walked into the barn, hearing his shoes change from the springy sound of the grass to the hard concrete of the barn aisle. It was only one stall down when he stopped and turned to look at his horse. Strider saw his human and his once pinned ears perked forward and he suddenly looked much happier.
Smirking Sasha gave the stallion calming words in French before slipping the door open. Quickly he cross tied the stallion in the stall, fed and groomed him before leading him outside carefully. Strider was having a hard time leading today, which Sasha had been anticipating so wasn’t too annoyed by the whole thing. It took a while to lead the horse out to the pasture, and a few jumps out of the way before Strider finally decided to just trot by his side, only slightly tugging at the lead.
Making it to the pasture Sasha opened the door and let Strider inside. He closed the gate behind them, though didn’t lock it, before allowing the halter to slip from his broad, draft-like face. The second the restricting nylon and chain fell from his face Strider bolted to the back of the ring, kicking up his heels. Lazily Sasha turned to avoid getting kicked before walking back out of the pasture. Locking the gate he just turned and leaned against the top bar. He watched as the black pelt moved quickly around the ring, smirking gently, obviously enjoying the view.
((Bleck, I didn't like that one. I was rushed, it'll be better next time
))
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