Post by Walter Grace on Aug 24, 2012 15:51:40 GMT -5
(( Before Wolf Attack Thread ))
He had found a wild horse running around the meadow, not too long ago. It was definitely wild, some told the knight it was un-tameable. But headstrong Walter thought otherwise, and kept the stallion. A completely white horse, healthy as a...well, horse. It was fairly big, and completely useless to Walter in his demon form. But, none the less, Walter wanted a horse, so he caught one.
Walter opened the gate to his horse's part of the stable. On the gate read 'Thunder'. That was what Walter had named him, for lack of a better name. And the horse stared at Walter. Most likely with hate. And Walter only looked at it with happiness. A love-hate relationship.
The demon carefully took Thunder's saddle and reins from the small shelf, and placed it on the horse. Thunder did not struggle, which he normally did. At this Walter was happy. Had he won?
Walter lead the horse to the fenced in area in which they could practice running the horses. Some of the guards were sitting on one of the benches. And after spotting Walter, they gave off a huge grin, knowing what he was about to do. Again.
"Alright boy, lets try this again..." he smiled, patting the Horse on the muzzle. Thunder huffed. Walter carefully went to Thunder's side. Nothing. He placed his foot through one of the slots. Nothing. Swung his leg over and through the other slot. Nothing. He took the reigns, completely tense, and relaxed when nothing happened. The guards looked surprised, and one of them grinned, giving a thumbs up.
Thunder, without warning, bucked right up onto his hind legs, giving out a loud whinny. The demon could barely hang on, and once Thunder jerked back slightly more, Walter fell off the stallion. He landed with an 'umph,' and the horse was soon back on his feet, continuing to whinny. In this time, probably out of success.
Thunder kicked backwards, sending dirt flying at Walter. Some landed on his face, and the rest on his shirt and pants. Teeth clenched, Walter slowly sat up, wiping the dirt from his face and eyes, before giving the stallion a dirty glare. The horse only trotted around in victory, as the guards laughed their asses off.
He had found a wild horse running around the meadow, not too long ago. It was definitely wild, some told the knight it was un-tameable. But headstrong Walter thought otherwise, and kept the stallion. A completely white horse, healthy as a...well, horse. It was fairly big, and completely useless to Walter in his demon form. But, none the less, Walter wanted a horse, so he caught one.
Walter opened the gate to his horse's part of the stable. On the gate read 'Thunder'. That was what Walter had named him, for lack of a better name. And the horse stared at Walter. Most likely with hate. And Walter only looked at it with happiness. A love-hate relationship.
The demon carefully took Thunder's saddle and reins from the small shelf, and placed it on the horse. Thunder did not struggle, which he normally did. At this Walter was happy. Had he won?
Walter lead the horse to the fenced in area in which they could practice running the horses. Some of the guards were sitting on one of the benches. And after spotting Walter, they gave off a huge grin, knowing what he was about to do. Again.
"Alright boy, lets try this again..." he smiled, patting the Horse on the muzzle. Thunder huffed. Walter carefully went to Thunder's side. Nothing. He placed his foot through one of the slots. Nothing. Swung his leg over and through the other slot. Nothing. He took the reigns, completely tense, and relaxed when nothing happened. The guards looked surprised, and one of them grinned, giving a thumbs up.
Thunder, without warning, bucked right up onto his hind legs, giving out a loud whinny. The demon could barely hang on, and once Thunder jerked back slightly more, Walter fell off the stallion. He landed with an 'umph,' and the horse was soon back on his feet, continuing to whinny. In this time, probably out of success.
Thunder kicked backwards, sending dirt flying at Walter. Some landed on his face, and the rest on his shirt and pants. Teeth clenched, Walter slowly sat up, wiping the dirt from his face and eyes, before giving the stallion a dirty glare. The horse only trotted around in victory, as the guards laughed their asses off.