WiSH i COULD [soar][Egoot!]

[//Kitteh.]

Jeff moved forwards, walking along the outside of the pasture. He headed towards the woods, moving out towrads the small creek that lie behind the pastures. That was his favortie spot to think and do almost everything. His back pockets were full of horse treat and he smelled of a stallion just after have groomed one after his breeding. Moving still, he came to the river, throwing off his shirt and pants onto the bank and jumping in.

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Boredom almost made me wish to return to Aiyana, my human and leader. This area was foreign to me, although nothing was truely foreign so long as there were woods, other horses, lush vegitation, and water. This area had both. I settled back into the brambles, munching contentedly upon the moss-like growth below me. The scratchy claws of thicket reached toward me, but rolled off my sleek coat as if I wore armor. I had been blessed by being given the coat of a horse, and of a hardy breed. The tough twigs did not at all phase me. I lower my head, sniffing the rough terrain, taking in all scent. Many horses were nearby, but I did not attempt to approach them. I was perfectly content, for now, in the solitude of the brambles. Here, I was undetected and unseen. I was not thirsty, although the cool creek water was tempting, and plenty of munchables were within easy reach. I could stay here for a bit, before deciding on a course of action. Boredom does not last, but flies away like a butterfly.

Thoughts of Butterflies uplift my mood.

The snap of a twig startled me. Though I had broken many, this action, this time, had not been my own. I test the air, nostrils quavering, as a human male approached. Lips curl back in a smirk, I stared at the human from the brambles, eyes sparkling with excitement. How can one be bored when a human meanders into the woods, alone? He had no idea of my presence, and I was content to keep the status quo. I watch his actions closely, almost critically, as he begins derobing and hopping contentedly into the water. The splash whets my thirst, but I break cover for a different reason. Any human would swear that a smirk played upon my features. Silly human, swimming in the water. "Hello," I nicker to him, standing on the bank, forming a wall between his clothes and him. After the greeting, pleasantries before investigation, I turn to the clothes lying strewn on the bank. They smelled of other horses, most undoubtedly his own herd, and food. My nose quivers in excitement. I wasn't sure exactly what this substance was, for I was unused to processed foods and packaged treats, even barrels of oats were alien to me. But it was good.

I wasted no time searching through the pockets for the good food. I merely, picked up the pants with my teeth, held them up, and stared at the human in the water. Eyes twinkling with mischief and threat, I began to walk along the bank, and broke into an unsteady trot. Still holding the pants. They dragged upon the ground as I arched my neck, waving dangerously in hazard to trip me. Twenty paces away, I lost interest in the food, but not the pants. I was not hungry, although it was always appetizing to grab a bite whenever possible. Dropping the pants at the edge of the bank, I nudged them toward the water. They did not fall in, and another nudge ensued until they fell. Wetter clothing was darker than dry clothing, and I watched in mock fascination as the gentle current took the pants downstream toward their rightful owners.

I jumped in with a small grunt of surprise, feeling the frigid liquid hug me as they would a close friend. I, too, enjoyed swimming. The difference? I leave my coat on. Another nicker was sent in the direction of the human. I wonder how he likes wet pants? My mind wandered to the shirt lying on the bank. It was not as fascinating as pants, but I wonder if it would be any fun to play with? Heaving myself back onto the bank, I let out a small grunt of effort. Jumping from water was not nearly as easy as jumping on land. If Aiyana had seen my bank maneuver, she would have been embarrassed of my form and tactics. But she was not here, and so it did not matter.

I decided against the shirt, and stood, docile, upon the bank. Watching the human intently, to see what he would do.

[//Kitteh.]

The boy at first was confused. All the mare was doing was seemingly taunting him. Rubbing his hair backwards after resurfacing he quickly jumped over to catch his pants. These cost me three paychecks! She stated, looking to the soaking wet jeans. Looking back to the mare he gav ea slight shake of his head. As she approched the shirt, he quickly jumped from the water.

No! He stated, throwing himself onto the bank and grabbing the green and blue plaid shirt. Who are you...What are you doing here? he asked, as if acually thinking the mare was to reply...Great, now I'm talking to a horse. He stated to himself.

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I stepped toward him as he scolded me. I did not like yelling. It sounded as though we were preparing for a hunt or something; and that we were not doing. I wouldn't ever let a STRANGER upon my back. Especially one with wet pants. My ears flattened as he threw himself toward the shirt with a loud, "no," and grabbed it out of reach. Breath exhaled sharply, I eyed him warily. What was he up to? I was used to human males being less expressionful, more mellow. This one did not take my teasing well. Granted, I just ruined his pants. But in my eyes, they were only pants, not something worth three paychecks. I did not understand the concept of bartering, not to mention money. Alas, I was wrong. If only I knew it...

He then said something more, an inquiry. But I did not understand him. He asked me a question, for I could tell in the tone of voice. Though I did not know the meaning of his words, this speech was much better. There was no yelling, no scolding, no having a paroxysm of rage. It was merely a question. Aiyana asked me many questions often, and I listen to her words and reply as if I knew what she meant. So what was the answer to these questions? I bobbed my head, and snorted. It was a good reply, for whatever question it was supposed to be. Perhaps the human will translate it into an answer. Aiyana usually did that. Will this human male? I watched him closely, expecting him to put on his pants. But maybe he'll use them to capture me. With this improbable thought, I eyed him with my large, intelligent eye. I didn't know if I could trust him.

I stamped my foot with impatience, and swished my tail. My sleek form was drying, and it felt itchy. Shaking my head, I approached a tree, a red maple poisonous if eaten by one of us, and began to scratch. Thoughts intent on scratching, I paid little more mind to the human male. For Aiyana was the only human who ever roped me or paid me mind. I was unused to another human wishing to capture me, for most of them just sit around the fire, eating and talking. Back at camp, no one else tended to me but her alone--Unless, of course, someone was watering or feeding us. This part of humanity was grotesque and completely new to me.

[//Kitteh.]

[Eh, so so sorry! I deleted Jeff for the re-vamp.

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*whines* So what am I doing?

[//Kitteh.]

[-gives pat- Sorry, I just deleted him today, to make room for more, cooler characters. =]]

[GOOT]

Ooook, soo I'll go find someone to take his place, maybe?