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Post by johnske01 on Oct 18, 2006 20:01:52 GMT -5
Pariah drove up to the H.S. Her white pickup truck was towing a trailer. The creature inside the metal trailer kicked out and screamed. The girl rushed to the door of the H.S. and knocked loudly, casting worried glances to the horse inside. They needed help now.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Oct 19, 2006 6:43:27 GMT -5
Stacey heard the knock and the frantic banging. She rushed to the front door and flashd a smile at the girl. Hello. How can I help you?Which was a pretty dumb question considering that the animal inside the trailer was the main cause of her comming. But it would be rude to run up to the trailer and help the animal, or animals, in side.
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Post by johnske01 on Oct 19, 2006 17:48:58 GMT -5
Pariah nodded breathlessly. I found a horse, he is half-starved and I think he may be blind. He is probabaly a mustang the way he is acting. Can you help us? That too, was a dumb question, but is was also dumb just to dump an animal on them with no explanation.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Oct 19, 2006 19:02:32 GMT -5
Stacey took a look at him. Sure I can help you. Thank you very much for bringing him here. We will phone you when he is ready for adoption. She grinned and thanked her once more before getting Tom. she filled out some paperwork. Tom walked up to the trailer. Hey boyHe murmered. His ribs stuck out of his matted coat. His eyes were dull and listeless. He had spirit left him in though. He was probobly some ones breaker. He hated it how people oculd be so cruel. He stood in the trailer letting the stallion get used to the light.
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Post by johnske01 on Oct 19, 2006 19:38:37 GMT -5
Pariah nodded and unhitched the trailor from the truck. She said one last thing to the Workers, His name is Helaku. She drove off. The painted stag reared , not high enough to hit his head on the top of the trailor though. His weight was at least 3/4 of what it should be. He bared his teeth, he would always have fight in him. He could not see the light, he could only smeel the human, Humans meant pain.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Oct 20, 2006 6:02:24 GMT -5
Tom only stepped out of the way of the flying teeth. The teeth scraped his skin lighly, but that didnt matter. He needed help. And TOmw as going to give it to him. He began to talk as he untied Halku's lead rope from the trailer/
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Post by johnske01 on Oct 23, 2006 17:20:16 GMT -5
His ears were laced back strait to his skull. His eyes were clouded but you could see the fire that burned beneath the pools. His kicked at the trailor, he could smell the human strongly. Where was he? He lashed out again with his teeth, trying desperatly to find where the man was.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Oct 23, 2006 17:27:03 GMT -5
The man jumped out of the flying yellow teeth again. He frowned. This would take a while. Tom had to do this the hard way. He yanked the stallion down the ramp of the trailer, making sure he didn't lose his footing and fall on the hard steel. Tom led him to a small arena and let him go in the arena.
OOC: HAve you read Heartland?
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Post by johnske01 on Oct 23, 2006 18:09:04 GMT -5
(nope)
The stallion bucked while being led down the ramp. He screamed, this was not right. When the human finally let him go, he stood still, unsure of where he was. Carefully, he extended his boa and sniffed at the air, it felt open – not closed in like the trailer. He kicked at the ground, it was dirt. Open...Dirt...Humans. An arena. He was put in an arena. He lunged forward with all of his weight, galloping a circle so that he did not run into the fence. The circle became tighter; his pounding was harder until he was slamming the ground madly. His body broke into a rough sweat.
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Post by RUSH on Oct 23, 2006 18:15:35 GMT -5
Never Ending stood in another area nearby she was here too, she heard a horse galloping around mad. She spooked and bolted scared dirt flying up everywere. She screamed highly scared that she couldn't escape the cage thinking there was danger in the one the other horse was in
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Post by ::Sam:: on Oct 24, 2006 7:00:32 GMT -5
OOC: Rush, don't post here. This is not the humane society. This is another place where Tom is looking at horss.
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Post by RUSH on Oct 24, 2006 18:03:08 GMT -5
(ok)
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Post by ::Sam:: on Oct 24, 2006 18:13:21 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks
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Post by RUSH on Oct 24, 2006 18:15:42 GMT -5
(np!)
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Post by johnske01 on Oct 25, 2006 16:57:22 GMT -5
(nope)
The stallion bucked while being led down the ramp. He screamed, this was not right. When the human finally let him go, he stood still, unsure of where he was. Carefully, he extended his boa and sniffed at the air, it felt open – not closed in like the trailer. He kicked at the ground, it was dirt. Open...Dirt...Humans. An arena. He was put in an arena. He lunged forward with all of his weight, galloping a circle so that he did not run into the fence. The circle became tighter; his pounding was harder until he was slamming the ground madly. His body broke into a rough sweat.
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