I {DARE} You To Try! - CC/Dare

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Daring Excape


The gray arabian stallion snorted as he reared up high. His legs kicking the air. The warm summer wing whipping at his mane. He was for sale. He'd been that way for a while. Not that he cared. He whinnied and then suddenly took off at the fence, leaping easily over it. He landed and danced sideways, towards a horse and rider, who called out "Loose horse!" not that Dare cared.

He snapped at the gelding that he'd danced towards before trotting off towards the barn. His elegant feet easily finding places to step. He dodged someone coming with a rope, and kept moving. He snorted again once he came to the arena. He stopped and watched, his white ears flicking forward, with a quick movement, before again walking on. No halter or any tresses graced his form, and it suited him. Some had said that Dare had more wild arabian stallion in him then Arabian Stallion's brought from arabia. now i wouldn't go as far as to say that, but he sure did seem to believe he was the king of the world, as he sighed his way into the stallion barn.

From there he went down the halls, his feet clicking smartly. Though he stopped at a rather large stallion's stall. His name plate placing him as Merlin's Magic. The stallion snorted, and nudged the black's nose. Bird touched the gray's nose lightly, and instead of trying to attack one another, they stood that way, just sniffing one another. They knew each other. or at least the sent of Eathan on them.

[Carter Connan Chandler]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/23jpxcj.jpg] [scrolly:h(260),w(411),sy] He didn't really know why he was here - it wasn't like he actually had a horse yet, and he wasn't looking at them right now really either. He should, he knew, but he'd been procrastinating. Rare for him, but it still happened. He'd simply sort of... shown up. He supposed the name suited him, after all, so why shouldn't he be here? It wasn't like he was a stranger to the life of a rider, after all. He wandered the halls quietly, The call of loose horse got his attention, sort of, but he didn't see it around here. Then came the tap dance sound of hooves on the floor, the steady beat of a trot, through the door to the attached barn. He slipped over, grabbed a spare leadrope and slung it over his shoulder, going to investigate. If he was here, he may as well make himself useful. He licked the door shut again, turning to face the trotting suspect and noting that it was, indeed, a loose horse. A arab, by the looks of it, and a rather larger one than he was used to. He'd seen many arabs, but all around fifteen hands, maybe fifteen one. Ignoring the lead over his shoulder for now, he took a calm step toward the horse, off to the side where he couldn't get himself kicked. He'd really rather not go to the hospital today, and it wasn't because of the inconvenience of such an incident that made him not want to, either. He rummaged in his pockets, finding no treats there, naturally. He hadn't been to a barn in years. Still, he knew the tricks. He pulled his hand out of his pocket in a fist, holding it out. Most horses fell for it. Then again, the smart ones didn't. He had a habit of liking the smart ones, which was rather unfortunate, really. Hey there, bud. His voice was a soft whisper, eyes barely meeting the stallion's. He knew that if you wanted the horse to come, you sure as hell didn't act dominant. At least, not in this situation. The horse would just go the other way. [/scrolly]

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Daring Excape


Dare looked over at the man as he held out his hand. He gave a quick sniff and turned away. There was nothing there. He snorted and turned the other way, starting to walk away. Like he was going to let some person catch him! Expecially one who thought he was going to be tricked by no food! Now if there was food on the man it would have been a different story, but there was none.

Bird sighed, nipping at the receding gray rump, and getting an annoyed squeel out of the stallion. He spun to glare at his friend. Bird raised his head and for all the world looked like he was laughing. Dare looked at the human again, and took a step back. The hanoverian snorted again, keeping his brown eyes locked on Dare. He knew that his friend needed to be caught. He wouldn't get himself hurt, but people didn't like stallion's to be out in the open, even if Dare wouldn't hurt anyone. The arab whinnied a challange to the tall two legged human. Come and get me. I dare you. Bird snorted again, raising his head higher, Obviously this was a continuose argument between the two stallions.

[Carter Connan Chandler]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/23jpxcj.jpg] [scrolly:h(260),w(411),sy] Ah well, suppose it was worth a shot. He mumbled, more to himself than anything. He wasn't beyond talking to himself, after all. In fact, it was often a regular occurrence. Rarely full thoughts, of course. Usually, it was little mumbles of half a thought, not even realizing he'd transitioned from rambles in his head to murmuring words out loud. This time was one of the rare moments where the whole thought was voiced, and he actually, vaguely, realized he'd said it out loud. No better than Chauncey, are you? She was a Houdini herself. Her murmured, thinking back to his first mare, a little palomino pony with dapples in her fur. She'd had that same stubborn look, the same attitude. It would figure that he'd end up with a horse like her. They'd been terrible in practice, but when it came to a show, well. It was like suddenly they could work together towards a common goal, and they cleaned up. Until he'd moved on to another horse, he had never gotten a single placing below first and he was pretty sure that most of it was the pony and hadn't been him. The similarities wre striking. So, he played the same card he had with Chauncey. He put the leadrope done on the ground, dropped everything that could be used as a halter or as somethign to loop around the stallion's neck, including his dust covered brown trench coat he had on, and he stepped forward, one hand outstretched to pet, but not to catch. If the horse was as intelligent as he seemed, he'd know there would be no way for Carter to keep him there, so there would be no reason to run either. Look. Nothing. I can't very well lift you and throw you in a stall, either, as I'm sure you probably know. [/scrolly]

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Daring Escape

Dare arched his neck and turned it sideways as he listened, both ears on the human before him. He twitched as a fly landed on his belly, but other wise didn't move. His name was Daring Escape. What did they expect? He lived up to his name.

He danced back when things went to the floor, snortting and tossing his head. He was the king after all, the human should have asked! The black horse chuffed softly and disapeared out the other side of his stall into his paddock. The whinny that came from the arab was obviously something along the lines of 'yeah you run!'.

Then the human took a step towards him. With nothing that could catch him. Hm. If he could talk he would have said something along the lines of 'no, but you could crowed me into one.' but of course he couldn't. So he let the human get close, and touch his nose, which he jerked back towards his chest, but didn't back up. He sniffed again, lifting his head up, and eyeing the tall man.

[Carter Connan Chandler]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/23jpxcj.jpg] [scrolly:h(260),w(411),sy] Carter stroked the soft muzzle gently, intelligent eyes watching the horse carefully. He may not read people or most things well, but he'd grown up with horses. He could read them just fine. He ran his hand up higher, fingers gently untangling a few knots in the stallion's forelock, though he never let the process pull on the hairs too much or too hard. Stallions could be just as touchy, sometimes more so, than mares in heat, so he knew to be careful, especially since he didn't know this horse. He then proceeded to rub the tips of his pointer and middle fingers in small circles on the stallion's forehead, the sides of the two fingers touching. There. Not so bad, hm? He murmured softly, far too used to talking, whether that be to others, animals or even himself. He rather liked to talk, to spout out random bits of fact and nothingness. There was little point to it, nor was it a tactic of any sort. It was, instead, just a habit and nothing more. Psychologists would probably say differently, but he knew they would be wrong. [/scrolly]

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The stallion snorted softly as the man started to pet him. Or more correctly fix his fetlock. Hm. He bobbed his head lightly, and flicked his tail but did nothing more. He closed his eyes slightly, though he knew the threat of getting caught was still around, so his ears were flicking everywhere, listening for sounds of anyone coming to put him back in the paddock, or stall. Probably the stall. He'd just proved that he can just jump the fence. Not that he did it often, but it got BORING. Especially with no one to ride him. He hrumfed softly and shuffed his feet, as he lowered his head a bit.

A sound behind him had him backing up, spinning and snorting. But it was a cat. That screatched and skittered away. he whinnied angirly at the cat. Supid beast. Didn't she see he was getting scratched?