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by xXLuciferXx » Wed Aug 14, 2013 7:20 am
Hatchet moved to be in the trees, wrapping the lead around a tree boredly. so he couldn't tug on her to get closer, she had no interest in the town, and refused to get any closer. If they had been another horse around, she would have been OK with exploring, but there was no way she was going other wise. She chewed on her bit loudly and nervously.
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by xXLuciferXx » Wed Aug 14, 2013 7:53 am
Hatchet stood with the lead wrapped around the tree, standing at a distance.
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by xXLuciferXx » Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:19 am
Hatchet laid down where she was, not caring if she had her saddle and stuff on, just making it extra clear she wasn't moving.
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by xXLuciferXx » Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:29 am
{Pfffft xD Hatchet's special.}
Hatchet put her ears back, she didn't like being called horse, that wasn't her name, she moved to lay on her side, Covering herself and her tack in dirt, just as revenge, and she was annoyed with having to struggle to stay safe. She loved Joe, but sometimes he asked too much of her and set the bar way too high for a day's progress. She'd learned how to turn with reins, in a walk and trot, much more than any horse normally would learn in a day. And he still pushed her to learn more when she had already learned so much. She was scared and now he seemed mad or something because she was scared. Why? Why did he not understand "
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by HorseLover! » Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:00 am
Joe sat and glanced over his shoulder when he saw her rolling "oh gee thanks Hatchet. I have to clean it all again now." He said softly with a sigh as he looked forward "I swear you hate me some days." He said to himself as he saw a small child walking towards them, looking a little nervous.
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