[ShadyBro]

 Owner       >>> stilinski
 Name                >>> Wolfsbane
 Gender         >>> Gelded Male
 Adoption Price         >>> 1 Rare
 Training         >>> [Complete]
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  . Curious
  . Prefers rainy weather
  . Easily distracted

 [Discipline >>>>> ]
 [Shows Entered > R: W: E:]
 [Shows Won >>>> R: W: E:]

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[ruberiot]

First Touch
The sun dipped closer to the western horizon, its last faint light illuminating all it reached with a dazzling golden hue.
The day had been wonderful, if a bit nippy; I had spent it playing with my Neras and reading a novel. As I watched the giant star set slowly, I realized how badly my heart yearned to go for a trail ride. Don't be ridiculous, I told myself. It's not long till nightfall. I tried to shake the idea from my mind, but it clung there like a cobweb. I could not fight it. I leaped up from the porch deck and made my way to my Neravontii stable, admiring the way everything seemed to be crafted from gold. I had previously put all of my Neras back in their stalls, due to the fact that they disliked to be outside at night. I briefly pondered which of them I would ride tonight.
I decided upon Andromeda, due to her calm and laid-back personality. I unlatched the door and led her out, tying her outside of her pen. I tacked her up in a matter of minutes, bridling the creature last. Once I had done so I climbed atop her back with the aid of a mounting block, turning her in the direction of the stable's exit. When we emerged outside, the dark cloak of night had already blanketed the world. However, I still rode on, eager to ride at night.

Once we were rather far from the main section of my property, I asked Andromeda to trot. She obeyed without hesitation; however, moments after she had done so I was nearly thrown from her back when she slammed to a halt. I swayed, dazed and slightly confused. I readjusted my seating and fumbled for the flashlight I had brought along. I flicked the switch and held it up, wincing as my eyes adjusted to the sudden white light.
I raised an eyebrow. There wasn't anything there, at least that I could see. "Andromeda, what is it?" I asked softly as the mare began to dance nervously beneath me. This was unusual; she rarely acted like this.
I had lowered the light to stroke the mare's neck. Now I raised it once more and saw what had startled the Neravontii.
A Neravontii gelding stood in front of us, obviously curious about the two of us. His markings were different, more pastel than any of my current Neravontiis. Much like one of my other Neras, he did not appear to be owned.
I slid from Andromeda's back and approached the gelding warily, reaching out a cautious hand. The gelding nudged my hand briefly before he gently shoved me back, intrigued somewhat by Andromeda. He whickered to her and seemed upset when she did not respond. But he was almost immediately distracted from that. He moved forward, closer to my mare, investigating the saddle perched atop her back. Andromeda let out a strange whimpering sound and stepped backwards several steps before making a beeline for me. I moved out of her direct path, amused when she took cover behind me. "It's okay," I said, chuckling, "He won't hurt you, of that I'm certain." I had turned around to comfort her. When I wheeled about once more to observe the gelding further, I realized that he was positioned directly in front of me. I tried once more to touch the gelding, but he moved away at the last possible second. This time, he did not stay. He cantered towards the trees, vanishing within them like a shadow. "Oh well. I really do not want to go there in the dead of night." I told no one in particular. I re-mounted Andromeda and made my way home.
The two of us were halfway back when I heard a muffled sound behind me. I drew Andromeda to a stop and twisted about in the leather of the saddle, reluctant to dismount. A small smile crept onto my lips as I saw the gelding, peering from behind a cluster of trees. I secretly hoped he would continue to follow us, giving Andromeda the command to continue forward.

We reached the stables, stars twinkling like tiny beacons in the pitch black sky. I slowly removed the tack from Andromeda, surprised when I felt utterly exhausted. I had given up hope that I would be able to keep the gelding for my own, as much as I wished to. I turned away, sleepily wishing my Neras a good night and that I would see them the following morning. I turned away and headed to the stable doors. A dull clang intruded on my sleepy thoughts. I fixed my dull gaze in the direction it had come from, only to see the gelding opening the bin I kept my Neravontii's food in. That jolted me awake and I rushed forward. I was able to come close enough to the creature that I could see his sides move with every breath. I gently reached forward and ran my fingers gently over his hide. He did not move except to nuzzle me gently with his great head.
I knew I would keep him.

[ruberiot]

First Saddle
It had been approximately 13 days since I had laid claim to the handsome Neravontii gelding; during that time period he had adjusted to his surroundings and made friends with nearly all of my herd- and myself. His curious personality made him easily likeable, and his tendency to become so easily distracted made him loveable.
Now it was time to saddle him. It took plenty of coaxing to get him to even set foot near the saddle, due to the fact that he kept becoming intrigued by random objects farther from it. It was not easy to fight such a large creature, especially knowing that one wrong move and you could wind up dead. "Hey, come on boy." I cooed, tugging at the lead. "Hey, come on." I said once more as the gelding lowered his head to nudge at a lone feed bucket. It didn't help that I had not come up with a name for him. I was certain that if he had a proper name other than "boy" he might listen far more attentively than he currently was. I jerked at the rope. "Come-" I pulled once more- "on!" Much to my luck he turned his head in my direction and walked forward, his curiosity showing in every step.

After I had securely tied the gelding to one of the fence posts I introduced him to the saddle pad. He nibbled at one of its edges and seized it with his teeth, flinging it in the air. I cringed as it sailed down and landed with a muffled thud against his back. He let out a squeal and bucked violently, sending it flying once more.
Even after it had dislodged itself from his back he continued bucking, thrashing several times in between. "Hey boy, it's okay." I said soothingly, resting a hand against his shoulder.
Once he had calmed down enough, I showed him the piece of cloth once more. He skittered away from it, pinning his ears slightly. He may be stubborn, but so was I.
I allowed him to examine it, running it over his shoulders and rump to show him it wouldn't bring harm upon him. After I had done so he seemed fined with it, even to the point where he allowed me to drape it over his back. "Good job." I praised, offering him a peppermint.
Next was the saddle.
Since it seemed to retain the basic idea of a saddle pad, the gelding was a-okay with the saddle being placed on his back. He was not, however, so pleased at the idea of all the clips and straps that had to be fastened as well.
Halfway through buckling up the saddle he bucked lightly, causing the saddle to raise up a miniscule amount. Down it fell, striking him on the hindquarters. Before he could freak out, I stepped in, quickly distracting him with a quick pat on his neck. I then resumed fastening the straps on the saddle.
The task being completed, I showed him the headpiece. He adjusted fastest to the bridle, champing at the metallic bar several times before shaking his head.
I placed my weight in the stirrup but never really mounted; I did this several times on either side, much like I had done with many of my other Neras. He was alright with all of this.

As I put him away, my only thought was He still needs a name.
I examined his markings, hoping that their color or maybe even their pattern would trigger something fitting. My eyes landed on the deep purple of his legs, and then it hit me.
The color immediately drew to mind the purple flower known as wolfsbane. The words came out as no more than a whisper, but they still caught the attention of my gelding.
"That's it; the perfect name. Wolfsbane."

[ruberiot]

First Ride
I led the tacked up gelding outside. This idea would either be brilliant or completely idiotic.
For Wolfsbane's first ride, I had decided to test him out outside of a penned-up area. For the past several days I had been teaching him commands, both basic and complex, and was curious as to how I'd done.
I told him to stop when we reached a rather large tree stump, stepping up onto it and keeping a firm grip on his reins. I drew myself up into the saddle, collection the reins in a firmer hold.
"Alright Wolf. You ready for this?" I patted his neck and drew myself erect, taking a deep breath. I gently touched my heels to his sides and felt him move off at a slow, steady walk. "That's a boy, Wolfsbane." I said to the Neravontii, pleased so far. I gave him a small kick once more, his pace increasing from a walk to a quick-paced trot. Yes! I thought to myself. I turned him down one of my favorite trails that was within the boundaries of my property.
It was mostly a straight, smooth pathway, but if you went far enough it would gradually become steeper and steeper. There were also small obstacles lining the entirety of the trail, making it so that the Nera would have to jump to clear them.
One of these obstacles moved into view, an old log draped across the narrow path. I asked Wolfsbane for a canter and, before I knew it, he was sailing over it as though he had wings. "Great job, Wolf." I said, patting his long, slender neck once more.
We rode up and down the trail, each of us enjoying every second of it.
When I unsaddled him after a tiring but fun day of riding, I couldn't help but think: he was one of the Neras that I had enjoyed riding most.