Genesis 080
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Title~ Delayed
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 080. This could've been anything. My bois can seriously make a bet out of any situation if given half a chance XD;
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“Nol, hurry up.” Gylepi sat astride his stallion with arms folded impatiently.
Murali leant forwards in his saddle and crossed his arms over his mare’s neck. “We’ll go and find Kurae to take your place if you don’t move it.”
Nol spared his friends a disparaging glance before turning his full attention back to his considerably less placid stallion. “Mongrel, what is your problem this morning?”
The terracotta-blotched horse was pawing relentlessly at the ground, flicking his tail and snorting, generally being as much of a nuisance as equinely possible. When Nol was able to get close enough to set a foot in the stirrup, Mongrel danced away with an annoyed whinny.
Garuk sighed heavily. “Nol, just get in the saddle and tame the Aeia-damned thing on the way.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” the prince muttered, more to his horse than to the archer.
Mongrel suddenly lifted both front feet off the ground, to about knee-height, threatening to rear up again only more dangerously. Nol instantly let go of the reins and backed away, not willing to risk his neck just for a morning cliff training session.
“Nol, come on,” Gylepi said again, “The sun’ll be up in a minute.”
The prince put one hand on his hip and gestured to his horse with the other. “I’d like to see you do any better with that animal.”
Gylepi glanced at the animal in question, still swishing his tail and snorting in his stall. Finally he grinned and swung himself down from Dizzy’s saddle, dusting his hands off and walking confidently towards Mongrel’s stall.
“Three gold pieces say you can’t stay on more than ten seconds,” Garuk said with a grin.
“Two say he can’t stay on more than five,” Murali added.
Nol folded his arms in bemusement, then opened the gate to allow Gylepi entrance. “I’ll bet you one you can’t even get in the saddle.”
“Come on, Mongrel,” Gylepi cooed to the unstable stallion, closing the gate behind him and approaching Mongrel slowly and very carefully, “You could give me a full Sunset with change tonight if you’re a good boy. Come on, there you go, calm down. Good boy, you’re a good horse, calm down.”
He stroked Mongrel’s neck smoothly, gripping the reins with his other hand and carefully setting a foot in the stirrup.
Nol raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. The stallion may appear to be relatively calm and placid, but there was nevertheless that wild look in his eye, and his tail was still swishing.
Sure enough, as soon as Gylepi had swung his other leg up, Mongrel bucked violently, throwing him heavily to the ground.
“Ow,” the archer mumbled, pulling himself shakily to his feet and glaring accusingly at the stallion. He rolled his head on his shoulders for a moment, then held out one hand. “That’ll be one gold then, Highness.”
Nol shook his head and slapped Gylepi on the shoulder. “You were never in the saddle and you know it.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 080. This could've been anything. My bois can seriously make a bet out of any situation if given half a chance XD;
“Nol, hurry up.” Gylepi sat astride his stallion with arms folded impatiently.
Murali leant forwards in his saddle and crossed his arms over his mare’s neck. “We’ll go and find Kurae to take your place if you don’t move it.”
Nol spared his friends a disparaging glance before turning his full attention back to his considerably less placid stallion. “Mongrel, what is your problem this morning?”
The terracotta-blotched horse was pawing relentlessly at the ground, flicking his tail and snorting, generally being as much of a nuisance as equinely possible. When Nol was able to get close enough to set a foot in the stirrup, Mongrel danced away with an annoyed whinny.
Garuk sighed heavily. “Nol, just get in the saddle and tame the Aeia-damned thing on the way.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” the prince muttered, more to his horse than to the archer.
Mongrel suddenly lifted both front feet off the ground, to about knee-height, threatening to rear up again only more dangerously. Nol instantly let go of the reins and backed away, not willing to risk his neck just for a morning cliff training session.
“Nol, come on,” Gylepi said again, “The sun’ll be up in a minute.”
The prince put one hand on his hip and gestured to his horse with the other. “I’d like to see you do any better with that animal.”
Gylepi glanced at the animal in question, still swishing his tail and snorting in his stall. Finally he grinned and swung himself down from Dizzy’s saddle, dusting his hands off and walking confidently towards Mongrel’s stall.
“Three gold pieces say you can’t stay on more than ten seconds,” Garuk said with a grin.
“Two say he can’t stay on more than five,” Murali added.
Nol folded his arms in bemusement, then opened the gate to allow Gylepi entrance. “I’ll bet you one you can’t even get in the saddle.”
“Come on, Mongrel,” Gylepi cooed to the unstable stallion, closing the gate behind him and approaching Mongrel slowly and very carefully, “You could give me a full Sunset with change tonight if you’re a good boy. Come on, there you go, calm down. Good boy, you’re a good horse, calm down.”
He stroked Mongrel’s neck smoothly, gripping the reins with his other hand and carefully setting a foot in the stirrup.
Nol raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. The stallion may appear to be relatively calm and placid, but there was nevertheless that wild look in his eye, and his tail was still swishing.
Sure enough, as soon as Gylepi had swung his other leg up, Mongrel bucked violently, throwing him heavily to the ground.
“Ow,” the archer mumbled, pulling himself shakily to his feet and glaring accusingly at the stallion. He rolled his head on his shoulders for a moment, then held out one hand. “That’ll be one gold then, Highness.”
Nol shook his head and slapped Gylepi on the shoulder. “You were never in the saddle and you know it.”
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Date: 2006-02-11 04:39 am (UTC)li'l bastardwild horse =3Boys will bet over ANYTHING, we know this.
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Date: 2006-02-11 04:51 am (UTC)