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Post by Jema Slade on Sept 2, 2017 9:32:21 GMT
Save me, I think I'm losing my mind.
The mares speckled coat was covered in a sheen of sweat, the spittle around her dark lips frothy, the barrel of her ribs expanding to suck in breath after breath. "I don't know what else to do with her sire. We've kept her moving for hours. I don't even know how shes still on her feet." The young man looked nervously at the flea bitten gray that looked dead on her feet, feeling a twinge of regret in his gut. He didn't think he would kill her. He knew that he would kill this mare if he kept running her like this. The whip he had been snapping to keep her running was now curling in his tired hand, the regal mare watching him warily from where she stood on the other end of the small paddock. "Your telling me that after a week you still haven't managed to even get atop her? Its a good thing we sent for that Chance fellow then. I didn't purchase this mare just so that she could rot away in a stable. I want her to pull our carriage, that unusual color would look wonderful." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The young trainer had tried numerous times to tell him that this mare wasn't the type of horse he would want pulling his carriage anyway. But the man was bull headed as he was rich. "Of course my lord." He dipped his head and sent a worried look at the mare. Everyone had heard of Enzo...anyone in horse circles anyway. He was honestly happy he was coming...maybe he could talk some sense into the fool.
The following morning...
"Has the trainer arrived yet?" The master of the house bellowed, sending his servants skittering in all directions. "N-no sir, I'm sure he's coming. Its still early." The aging mans face wrinkled at the idea of waiting for anyone but he headed outside to see his trainer already started with her. The mare was easily the most beautiful in his barn and having only had her a couple weeks he was eager to show her off. She had been a steal too, those fools at the auction wouldn't know a nice piece of horse flesh if it hit them in the face. There was something...off about her tho. He could feel it in the way she watched them. Not the passing glance of a dumb beast, but an actual watchful analytical eye. It was unnerving. But he would tolerate it, surely she would straighten up once she was broken. But so far any touch sent her fleeing like a terrified deer. She even still wore the crude bridle from the sale lot. Something he would have to remedy soon, the rough rope was starting to leave marks on her hide.
Around and around she went until her head felt like it would explode. The monotony of it at least gave her a chance to just check out. Just trot. Each sudden crack of the whip send a bolt of fear straight to her heart. Memories of the pain such a thing could inflict still very fresh in her mind. Her scars would throb and muscles quiver. She could see the guilt in the young man's eyes. He didn't want to push her so hard. He knew what they wanted of her just wasn't possible. But like her he had little choice. She barely ever had. Jema was simply put, waiting for death. She had given up hope of anyone removing the nail from her hoof that held her in this form. Unable to even communicate telepathically. As many times as her hooves had been looked over and trimmed no one had bothered to remove the tiny unobtrusive nail. Assuming it was there for some reason...and it was.
She was tired and her body ached. She had heard the humans speaking of another horse trainer coming. Someone else to run her ragged because she wouldn't let them atop her. Wouldn't be touched. She refused, adamantly. Those years with the dwarves, the cruelties she had faced. She would not go back to that. Having someone yank her reins so hard that her teeth would bleed, holding her reins against her neck so that she had to walk with her neck curled prettily while they boasted and bragged, feeling the disgusting heat from their bodies, the painful kick of their heels that stole her breath. No....not anymore. She couldn't.
The young trainer left her standing along in the tiny corral, dropping his whip so that it could be used by the new trainer if needed. The noble man had went out to greet the trainer personally. A smile breaking across his face at the sight of the fabled 'horse whisper'. "Enzo Chance! I was starting to lose faith that you were coming. I'm hoping you can help me son. I have a beautiful little mare in back of the house and as hard as my men have tried we cant even touch her. She acts terrified. She is scarred up pretty good but those aren't from us, they look pretty old really. You think you can break her?" As he spoke he walked. Leading the man closer to the wooden fencing that held the mare.
Jema's ears twitched and her nose lifted a little higher to sniff as the new man came into sight. Her tail lifting to curl over her rump in alert at her newest opposition. "See son? She's beautiful. But shes no use to me as a lawn ornament. I had a new carriage made and I want this mare pulling it. Otherwise I'll just have to sell her. But who would want an unbreakable mare? I'll pay you heartily if you can take care of my problem." He smiled and gestured to his large home. "I'll be inside if you need me." He walked away then. Leaving only the speckled horse standing at the far end of the corral, watching the stranger and nervously pawing at the dusty earth.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Sept 2, 2017 20:30:32 GMT
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath He had been pretty sure his reputation had been shattered. Most because people these days -- especially farmers and ranchers --- had an extremely poor opinion of werewolves. Most of them were a bit racist against the wolven kind and most of them didn't tolerate people who had any association with them. When his ex boss found out about his involvement with a certain she-wolf. He had made it nearly impossible for him to find a replacable job. They want nothing to do with a wolf lover. He would get a job only to be instantly let go once they caught wind of what he had done. "You chose a wolf over your own kind? unacceptable!" It didn't matter if the wolf initially didn't mean harm. Still he couldn't help but hold a little resentment to the fact Branwen did that to him. That she dared to enter the barn as a wolf. it was almost like she had wanted him to fail and to choose.... she knew she would have been the choice and of course he end up with nothing when she left him high and dry.
He had to sigh. No. He couldn't pin that on her. That day she hadn't been thinking clearly and he didn't really see that type in her character. Her mind had been clouded was all it just sucked he had to pay for it.
He was close to giving up the day he had received a message that he was being sent for by a very wealthy human who had just bought a rather stubborn mare. As happy as he was for the invitation to come and help he was less than hopeful almost believing it would be nearly the same as the last five he had gotten. However, he would get ready for the trek that would take a good day to get there. Gathering what little things he did have he started on the trail to the owner's house.
It was the next day that he had gotten there and he was immediately met be the owner of the place. He said that the mare was nearly unbreakable and Enzo had to chuckle. There wasn't anything that wasn't the least bit tamable you just had to learn the rules of the animal first. He then said he wanted the mare to pull a carriage that he had gotten almost specifically for her. He said nothing as they walked to the pen to where the gorgeous creature stood. Green eyes analyzed her knowing well she wasn't built for pulling but he supposed that hard truth would come later for the owner. If this horse was going to survive she needed to have some kind of training even if its training that wouldn't help her here. "I'll do my best, sir." he said as he bowed his head to the man who was now walking off.
Finally, he was alone. He could tell that the horse was nervous with how she stood and watched them. It was very curious to the way she watched. It was an almost understanding why that stated she knew what was going on. Enzo entered her area but didn't once force himself on her. Instead, he busied himself as if checking the pens study build. Fixing some of the ties, checking what water she had, so on and so forth. He wanted her to just observe him as much as he was observing her and ever slowly was he edging closer. He could see the wave of muscles in her body tense and loosen with each move he made until eventually, she seemed okay. After finishing his rounds on the pen he quietly turned his attention to her and tipped his head. "I see you got some scars." he said quietly simply picking up on a one sided conversations. "Don't worry. I don't ever plan on using a whip to you." He said as he leaned a little backward on the pen. "Not my style." He had used a riding crop on a horse but it had been one that went to the saddle and not the horse's rump or neck. It was used to make a sound not to cause harm. "Rough life, I can tell." Green eyes stayed on her remaining calm and observant. "But that's alright... We'll go at your pace
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Post by Jema Slade on Sept 2, 2017 21:55:45 GMT
Save me, I think I'm losing my mind.
The new trainer entered and began moving around her enclosure. Checking small things, refilling her water. Jema snorted and flicked her tail against her rump with a snapping sound. Shifting away from him when ever he drew near. Her dark eyes ever watchful and ears twitching to listen to every sound he might make. She watched him like prey would a predator, knowing it was only a matter of time before the danger was no longer just a possibility but readily evident. When he turned to her, soft words falling from his lips the mare snorted and took several steps away. Back and forth, back and forth over a small piece of earth against the fence. A beast nervous and trapped. Her scars. Of course he noticed her scars. She was littered with them and she could only imagine how her lower half would look in human form after all the abuse. At least as an equine her fur helped conceal them. But the pale coat contrasted against the dark scar tissue beneath. No whip? That statement was enough to slow her pacing. The finely boned mare eventually stopping and turning her speckled face toward the man who leaned back against the fence as if totally relaxed.
More calm words, his voice reassuring and full of promises. But would they prove to be true? When he was pressured to hurry or to get it done would he resort to the whip? The last trainer hadn't harmed her, the sound had been enough to make her flee. Each crack throwing her back to a time when she had felt the bite of leather. She snorted in disbelief. Almost sounding as if she were scoffing at his words. Good intentions did not go unpunished. Keeping her eye on the man she warily stepped closer to get get a drink of water. Dropping her nose down into the bucket and gulping down several swallows. Something felt different about this man but she wasn't certain what it was.
Her ears swiveled toward him and a low nicker rumbled from her chest. She inhaled deeply, testing the air. The scents that might still linger on his flesh. She could sense that he was upset about something, or maybe worried. Her ivory tail swished against her legs as the silence stretched. Jema just waiting for it all to come tumbling down.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Sept 2, 2017 22:10:30 GMT
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath It was a weird feeling but he felt like she could understand him. His green eyes held a curious gleam in them as he watched the mare track back and forth looking for an escape route. She could easily charge at him if she wanted to and he would of course dart out of the way but that wouldn't lead him to harm her. She was merely just an animal. With as much as it looked like she went through most would say she was a lost cause... he was pretty sure even the owner was beginning to get that way but she wasn't. She was just an animal that needed to learn to trust again. he spoke with calm indifference. She was listening. He could see it. The way her head turned to him as though she understood his words. A small tug was given to the corners of his lips as eyes narrowed with a curious observation.
As she snorted at his words he chuckled. " You understood that. huh." he asked as he looked down at his fingers and started to pick off the dirt from beneath the nails. He wouldn't move from his spot not unless she gave him a reason to. " Let's make a deal. If I mess up that promise you have every right to kick me." He nodded his head truthfully at her. But he could guarantee he wouldn't because who liked being kicked or thrown? He had it happen so many times that he was pretty sure he was used to it by now no less it still didn't take the pain away. "But give me a chance and I will prove you wrong." It probably seemed weird that he was sitting here having a conversation with a horse but he didn't know what it was. He subconsciously felt like he was talking to another person. He felt like she could understand him. Something was strange and yet it was invigorating to feel like he was needed again. Though he imagined it was only a matter of time before he was cast away when word reached this owner. "At least let me try and win your trust again. At least I will do what I can until I am sent away..... again." he said grimly. Horses were the only comfort he had and he couldn't even work with them now.
He almost felt like he had nothing left.
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Post by Jema Slade on Sept 2, 2017 22:44:05 GMT
Save me, I think I'm losing my mind.
Sent away again? There must be a story there. But it wasn't something she could focus on. She had to keep her eye on him. Had to make sure he didn't snatch or strike at her. But if this man assumed he was leaving soon then where would that leave her? When this owner gave up on the useless mare she would find herself in another auction the cycle would start over again. More trainers, more training that went no where. Just thinking about it made her uneasy. She began to paw at the ground again, with that hoof. The one that held the tiny misplaced nail that looked so normal and yet crippled her so. Her head bobbed as she pawed, the distress of the mare evident. Her muscles rippled with tension and an annoyed snort burst from her nose as she turned away and began pacing again. Her hoofs beating a groove into the dry ground from the constant back and forth.
She was tired but she couldn't stand still. Her thoughts were churning and in the back in her mind was that tiny sliver of hope that maybe this man, maybe he would be the one to save her from her own prison. She rough bridle rubbed at her face and Jema tossed her head, where it lay across her nose was raw but at least the fur was still there. She was moving nervously, her panic building until it exploded. She moved faster until she was all out running around the small ring. Her hind legs kicking at the air and her body twisting. Hopefully Enzo had the presence of mind to move out of the way.
She trampled the small bucket that had been filled for her. Slamming her hoof into it with enough force the splinter it apart and leave only the metal rings and pieces of wood in her wake. When she exerted herself enough to calm down just a bit she stopped while breathing heavily, pressing her forehead against one of the fence posts and still pawing with that same foot. Her chest and sides covered in a soft sheen of sweat. Dark eyes closed as she tried to calm herself down.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Sept 2, 2017 23:46:46 GMT
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath She was in pain or so it appeared to him. She kept using the same hoof and pawed at the ground. That he noticed but he wasn't trying to honestly think too much in to it. She however was showing frustration and distress. He moved out of the way luckily when her exerision finally got to be too much and she went zipping around and around. He just quietly watched trying to spot the issue. Most trainers would have tried to calm the steed down themselves but not him. That was how someone got hurt instead you had to wait for the animal to work it out on its own.
As she finally slowed down he stepped back towards the pen and rested his arms on the fencing, watching her as she seemed to have exhausted herself to the point of nearly falling over. "Now see where that got you." he said. He moved around on the outside of the pen this time heading to where he was in front of her as she continued to paw with the hoof, continued to move it as hard as she could a crossed the ground as if something was stuck in it. A rock maybe? "You tryna tell me something?" he asked quietly. He observed the hoof as she continued to move it and see if he could see anything with just the naked eye. "I'll help you. You just gotta let me get close and look." He said as he drew his eyes up from her hoof and onto her tired worn face. he let his fingers linger in between the bars but didn't force his way to touch her instead held it low that if she opened her eyes she could see them. Naturally, he expected a flinch away and maybe even tossing her head and snorting but he held still and calm. Eventually, with his patience still intact he got to touch her nose only for a brief few seconds but he got to touch her. That ignited a sort of fire in him. There was a chance this thing was going to be successful. She was a very wild horse and it reminded him of a 'maybe she will, maybe she won't' unpredictability. Perhaps that was a good name for her. He didn't expect to be able to have touched her but she had let him even if for a second. Maybe.
That was a good name for this horse.
No less he circled back around and tried to extend his hand out again. Attempting to let her do what she had done previously.
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Post by Jema Slade on Sept 4, 2017 0:08:09 GMT
Save me, I think I'm losing my mind.
He said he would help her, his calm voice reaching her even in her panicked state. But it had to be a trick. He couldn't actually want to help her. He wouldn't actually follow through. No one did. It was just an excuse to get close to he could jump on her back, it always was. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even notice the fingers that lay gently across her nose. Not at first. When she did the mare immediately snorted and tossed her head. Lips pulling back taunt against her teeth as the urge to bite surfaced. A horse had a few ways of defending itself, and those flat teeth could take a chunk out of someone with enough force behind it. But she didn't bite. She didn't want to. She just wanted it all to be over, she just wanted that damn nail out of her foot. She had forgotten what it felt like to be human. Most of her life had been spent as an equine.
Would she even be able to adjust if someone did find the nail?
It was a worrisome thought. He made a soft nickering sound and pressed her head against the railing as a headache from the stress of it all made it throb. Unintentionally touching her soft dark nose to his fingers and breathing short nervous puffs of warm breath across them. The same hoof that had been digging at the ground now sat cocked with the toe against the ground. Curled to keep weight off of it. It didn't hurt...but he had noticed her favoring it. Maybe...maybe he actually would look at it eventually. Unfortunately that meant letting him get his hands on her. And that was frightening. Just the thought of it made her speckled hide twitch nervously.
With her heart hammering nervously in her chest the timid equine slowly reached out with her dark lips. Flopping them over the fingers that would likely be pulled away. Then arching her neck she would bite/gesture at her leg. The message was a clear as she could make it. Something was wrong with her foot. Now if she could just keep herself calm...and if he would actually help.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Sept 4, 2017 2:35:59 GMT
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath It was probably unwise for the mare to have let his fingers touch the tip of her nose because now he was determined. he was more determined than ever to get to touch her again. The panicked mare was of course quick to back away but he kept approaching and of course, kept at it until finall it seemed to have gave away that he wasn't going to give up or maybe she was understanding that all he wanted to do was simply help. He was curious as to what was going on with her hoof as she seemed to baby it. Pawing at the ground like something was stuck in it.
She pushed her nose towards his hand and for a few moments, he allowed his nose to gently brush along the bridge. "See. Not so bad." he said. He dared to go a little further and touch the sides of her neck, his eyes on the hoof she kept holding in a very noticeable position. Now almost as if she was reading his mind she started to nearly point out that leg. "I'll look just hold still." he said and ran his hand down the back of her leg and pulled gently at her hock to pull the foot up. Once she allowed him to do so he looked at the bottom of her hood for anything unusual and that was when he spotted it. Something round and metal. "Huh..." he said quietly. He touched it with his fingers knowing well he wouldn't be able to pick it out with his fingers alone but he was sure he could find something to help dig it out in the barn.
Letting her hoof fall back to the ground he moved out of the pen and went off into the barn and went looking for something to help him work the thing out. It took him a minute but he found a couple tools that could help wiggle it out. he headed back towards the mare and showed her the two things he found letting her smell them if she wanted to so it wasn't so strange. "Imma use these to get that piece out... Okay? Might hurt a little but I'm sure I can get it." and with that, he went to work on it.
It took a good while but he eventually dug the nail out and once he did he held it in his hand and stared at it. "How in the world did that get in there." he was so focused on the nail he didn't even realize any change in the mare.
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Post by Jema Slade on Sept 5, 2017 18:30:29 GMT
Save me, I think I'm losing my mind.
It was difficult for her to tolerate being touched. Wherever his skin made contact with her fur the muscles beneath would twitch and tremble. Her breathing would catch and ears would flip back, but when he said he was going to take a look Jema felt a flutter of hope rise in her chest. Maybe...maybe he would see it. She allowed him to lift her hoof despite the unease at being held in such a disadvantageous way. Were he to try to harm her it would be hard to escape without falling. But then he put her hoof down and went away. Only to return a few moments later with some sort of metal prying tools in hand. She reached forward when he allowed her to sniff them, nosing at the tools and letting her soft lips probe them. Nothing sharp to cause her pain could be felt so she reluctantly allowed him to lift of her hoof again. Dark eyes watching him nervously.
When the nail finally gave way there was a small bit of pain and the mare snorted and jerked away. Trotting several feet away as he studied the nail he had removed from her hoof. That was it wasn't it? She felt...lighter. Like the bindings on her soul had been released. She tossed her head, her thin white mane flying around her as her excitement and worry mounted. She had to, she had to try. She wouldn't know otherwise. The shift took longer than expected. Her body morphing into a slender dark haired woman covered with freckles. Her legs wobbled and gave out leaving her sprawled awkwardly on the earth. Two legs were harder to balance on than four.
She couldn't believe it. She was human again, it had to be a dream. There was no way this had finally happened. Her back was to Enzo as was the foot he had removed the nail from, the tiniest little trail of blood moving from her heel and down her pale flesh. Jema held her hands out in front of her, wriggling her fingers and watching with rapt attention. She had never dreamed that this would happen. So many times that nail had been looked over. This man was the only was to notice it. "I can't believe it." Jema said softly. Moving her hands so that she could see the tops of them as she flexed her fingers, watching the foreign movements of her own form. "This cant be real." She spoke again to herself. Wide gray green eyes unblinking, she didn't want to miss a thing.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Sept 7, 2017 0:35:13 GMT
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath He was busy looking at the nail to not really notice the mare was no longer a horse in fact this mare was no a woman. Casually glancing up when he heard a voice and almost parted his lips to speak only to see a woman now instead of a horse. "Wha--.. who? Wait--.." his words were stuttered and jumbled as green eyes stared at the woman utterly bewildered. "You're a... you were--..." He couldn't finish his sentences as he was now looking between the woman and the nail for several seconds. It was also within that breif moment that he noted the woman was entirely stark naked. Not saying a word he wandered off to the side where a blanket rested with a horse saddle and moved towards her. Extending his hand out to her with the blanket he cleared his throat. "you are gonna need this." He kept his eyes adverted away a near blush coming to his cheeks that were tight now as jaws clamped together.
He didn't expect a woman to come out of this, in fact, he thought the horse was a little strange but he definitely didn't foresee this outcome. She hadn't spoken. Not once! Or was it because she couldn't? The way she was reacting with the sand and staring at her fingers he wondered if there was more to this story than he actually knew. He also wondered how on earth he was going to explain this one. He stepped backward once the blanket was taken and tucked his hands into his pockets. "Uhum..." he wasn't sure what to say. What was there to say in this sort of situation?
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Post by Jema Slade on Sept 7, 2017 7:24:30 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] Save me, I think we ran out of time ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ You said you'd come for me when the world
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She tried to stand again only to tumble and fall. Looking up to see the soft spoken man standing there with a blanket extended out to her. Her instinct was to flee. Something much easier to do as a horse than as a clumsy human who couldn't remember how to balance herself while walking. She flinched away from him and scrambled back a couple steps, turning her face away as if expecting a blow. She didn't take the blanket, in her mind it didn't click that humans wore clothing and she was once again human. He sounded confused, maybe a bit perturbed. It was hard to process...it was so hard to process it all. Just being in this form again was something she had never thought she would feel.
"Don't put it back in my foot." She said while still looking away from him. Her voice verging on panic. "Please...its been so long. I can't- Her words fell away then as one hand clutched her slightly bloody foot. She couldn't go back. She was tense, her slender back bowed until the pearls of her spine could be seen beneath her skin. Her entire form curled into itself as if to appear smaller, give him less reason to harm her.
"Please." A chocked word that came quickly, her green eyes all at once turning back to him with a quick jerk of her head.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Sept 7, 2017 16:17:39 GMT
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath She skittered away from him when he had neared her but he had stuck the blanket on the ground and stepped away. He wasn't trying to cause panic as that was the last thing he was honestly trying to do. His green eyes moved up to her every now and then mostly because she was bare fleshed but he was curious to see who this woman was. She pretty much mirrored her horse body and he could see clearly now the scars that littered her body. He wanted to wince in her favor but he didn't. Instead he simply adverted his eyes again and ducked his head.
She spoke in such a pleading way that did, however, cause him to wince. He shook his head no. HIs words were lost on him. What do you even say to a person who was so terrified? Really there was nothing. It was a trust that had to be earned and he luckily understood that. It was just very heart wrenching because there was truthfully nothing he could say that would bring her comfort. She would still distrust him. So instead with the nail, he held in his hand he nodded at her as if saying he under stood and threw it hard off into tall grasses and trees that were close to the property. " Now no one can. It will just look like another random nail." he said. Eyes fell back towards the blanket. She probably thought he was trying to harness her again. "That blanket is for you to cover yourself up. I realize you probably aren't used to such a thing being a horse and all but as a human, we don't..... expose ourselves. I also wouldn't want the other men to walk out and see a naked woman." maybe he was more embarrassed about the aspect than she was but well he was trying to be decent to her. Some men could be hungry wolves -- no pun intended -- to women like her. She by no means was unattractive.
He remained standing there as he could hear a fuss behind him from the owner talking to another younger man. His voice was outraged but he couldn't exactly tell what was being said. No less... with his track record, he was sure he knew what it was about. "Please, miss.. Wrap yourself up in that blanket." he tried to urge her again but if she didn't well there was nothing he could do about the matter. "Young man! Had I known who you were I would have never sent for you." The words were harsh and he, of course, knew what was coming. He wasn't getting paid and he was to be off of the property. "you are to be off my property immediately! We don't need your wolves attacking my horses!" It took everything in him to be polite and simply bow his head even though his jaws clenched tightly, the muscles twitching so feverishly they looked like he might pop. "As you wish, sir." He started to back up more and it was then and only then that the owner realized his beautiful mare was no longer there. "My mare. Where is my beautiful mare! What have you done!?" the man got even more outraged as he stared Enzo down. "And who is she!?" He asked pointing tot he woman.
Enzo obviously was not going to tell him that this woman was actually his mare and instead just cast his gaze over his shoulder towards her and then slowly moved it back towards the red faced owner. "Thieves! THIEVES!" he yelled. Enzo then moved towards the fallen woman and hushedly whispered to her. "We need to go. Please let me help you." he said as the man was now yelling for someone to call the authorities and for someone to keep an eye on them. That he wasn't worried about any man who tried to get in his way he could disorient them and they could make a clean get away... hopefully. "You won't like where they will put you if you get caught being here." He lowered his hand hoping she would take it and he could help her to her feet and carefully get them off to the cover of the woods.
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Post by Jema Slade on Sept 10, 2017 19:02:11 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] Save me, I think we ran out of time ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ You said you'd come for me when the world
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She was afraid, her green eyes only darting to him when she built up the courage to do so. She blanket dropped beside her with a soft puff of dirt that made her nose itch. But his reasoning was sound. Jema knew some males were...cruel. But as a horse it had been a distant fear. Now though in this vulnerable form she could understand his concern and slowly reached out to take the blanket and sloppily wrap it around herself. She watched when he tossed the nail away, studying his face for as long as she felt brave to do so before turning away. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of him, but knowing the nail was gone made it so much easier to breathe.
The sound of her owner's voice made Jema's eyes widen and her muscles tense. She turned away and trembled as he berated the stranger who had been kind to her. What would he have done to her now? He was going on about his mare being gone. Would he find the nail? Would he lock her into that form again? But then there was a hand being held out to her. Kind rushed words that told her to go with him. Jema peered up at him fearfully, the idea of touch was foreign to her. At least in the kind capacity and not something she accepted easily.
But her owner was getting agrier then disappeared to call for someone. Jema knew that couldn't be a good thing and slowly, with shaking fingers she reached out to slide her hand into his own. Her fingers clenching around his own as her fearful eyes peered back at the danger. Using his hand she tried to stand again. Her balance was still off but while holding onto him it was much easier to steady herself. "Alright." She said softly. Willing herself to trust him because she had nothing else to lose, and everything to gain.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Sept 11, 2017 15:18:44 GMT
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath The moment she slid her hand into his own he helped her up onto her feet. Compared to being a horse she was a lot easier to deal with in this form that was for sure. He wrapped an arm around her waist as he ducked a little to let her place one arm up on his shoulder. He was much taller than her and it was a little awkward but he didn't think she would get a kick out of being carried. He wanted to be as comfortable for her as he possibly could. Though once they started moving and she being a little slower he practically carried her anyways until they got to the safety of the brush. He could hear the shouting of a couple of men asking where they were and some yelling back at they were at the round pen. Of course it went into a complete and utter chaos at that point. "We need to put as much distance between us and here as he can and get off this mans property." he said quietly but warm enough to be encouraging.
He helped her along but now that they were out of sight they could go a little slower. His arm grew much more loose around her waist to not give her the impression he was trying to keep her there in his possession. That wasn't the cause for his motive. His motive was to get them as far from being imprisioned for a crime he nor she committed. Besides his reputation wasn't something she had to deal with. It was his fault for trusting a creature that eventually caused more problems then he suspected she was worth. But damn did Branwen still occupy his thoughts.
Once things were quieter and now all he could honestly hear was their shuffling footsteps he stopped them. "We can rest if you want to." he said he allowed his arm to hesitantly drop not to give her a sudden lack of support in case she wasn't ready for it. "I understand you don't trust me and that's... fine. Im just glad I was able to help you out of that mess." He rubbed the back of his neck again, green eyes shifting to their surroundings. "Are you from around here somewhere? Is there somewhere you need to get back to?" he had questions a lot of questions but he knew also it wasn't his right to pry. "I can see to it you get home --- or... wherever."
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Post by Jema Slade on Sept 12, 2017 7:52:29 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] Save me, I think we ran out of time ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ You said you'd come for me when the world
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He was touching her still, helping her to her feet and wrapping his arm around her waist for support. Tentatively her arm would fall across his shoulders but there would be a resistance. A pull away even if not physical. But the yells of the men behind them caused her to grip him tighter. Trying to move faster even when her legs were not yet capable of carrying her. Or at least she didn't have the balance yet. She turned to look over her shoulder, one hand pulling the blanket tight around herself and the other clinging to her mysterious savior.
When the voices eventually faded into the distance Enzo's steps began to slow and eventually he allowed her to pull away if she wished. Jema was silent but didn't remove herself from him, instead she averted her eyes as if doing so would make her presence less obtrusive. His arm began to move away from her and Jema stiffened, not wanting to be on the ground and helpless again. But taking the message she reached out for a nearby tree and clung to it for balance. Awkward on her legs like a young colt who just discovered its limbs. He peppered her with questions and Jema turned her face away from him, green eyes peering down at the leafy earth at her feet. Wriggling her toes and finding a strange delight in just having toes again.
"They...they acted as if you had done something wrong. Before." She avoided his questions and returned one of her own. Not that that jerk's opinion meant much to her but she needed to know if the man she was clinging to had some type of sordid history. Not that she could really complain...he had freed her. And for that she was thankful. She didn't want to answer his questions, didn't trust that her answers wouldn't find her back in the same situation again.
"...did you hurt a horse?" It was horrible, but it happened. And had Jema not been a werebeast she would have likely died years ago from some of the training methods that had been used on her. She still didn't look at him and the blanket around her body hung low around her freckled shoulders.
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