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Post by night on Aug 18, 2017 19:16:19 GMT -5
Poetry was laying down in the stall, having been quite drugged up when Eddie had brought her in and not seeming to know at all where she was. The drugs were slowly starting to leave her system as she groaned to move so that she was upright with her legs tucked under her. It was taking everything she had to stay like that and when she finally seemed out of the daze enough to realize she was in a larger stall with decent bedding, she couldn't help but freak out as she squealed slightly, trying to stand, and finding that her legs weren't working like the normally did. Which sent her into a bit of a frenzy as she tried to scramble to her feet. It took her about twenty or thirty minutes before she finally seemed to be able to stand, snorting as she shook her head and tried to look around. Her eyes were wide as she flicked her tail, trying to figure out how she had gotten into this place. It was unfamiliar and it certainly wasn't the sales barns, thus leaving her confused and still slightly dazed. She could smell fresh hay and food though and headed towards it, stumbling a bit in the bedding of the stall before digging into the hay as she snorted again, the whites of her eyes showing as she glanced around. Ostrich |
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Post by Ostrich on Jul 23, 2018 21:22:24 GMT -5
It was time once again for Bailey to come in to have her leg checked, and for the hydrotherapy. She was allowed to be a dog for right now, didn't have to worry about the facade of a calm police dog, so she was sticking her head out the window when the car pulled into the lot. She was able to smell the horse even before she knew what she was really doing, and with a bark she leapt from the window and ran out to the barn of the establishment. She moved more slowly as she came into view of the horse, noticing that something was a bit off with the way she was looking at the world, as if she was dazed. She'd known that feeling before when she was waking up from surgery. Giving a bark, she slowed to a trot and then a walk as she approached the stall of the horse. She sat down just outside the stall and wagging her tail, letting it brush against the ground sweeping it.
Sawyer yelled a HEY! at Bailey as she jumped from the still moving car and ran into the barn, but that's what he got for taking her police vest off and telling her to be a dog. She did what she wanted, and she knew she could get away with it. He rolled his eyes as he put the car in park, following her into the barn.
"Bailey what the hell!"
He slowed as he saw the horse, sighing deeply. It was that same horse that he had seen at the barn, she must have been taken in by the tech who saw Bailey all the time. He looked to the horse, smiling weakly at her. He too knew what it felt like to be that groggy, but he wouldn't wish it on anyway.
"Hey horse."
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Post by night on Jul 24, 2018 20:00:09 GMT -5
Poetry was still quite dazed, not fully grasping where she was as she stood on slightly unsteady legs, smelling the warmed food that was in the feed bucket. It was the first good food she’d had in some time and it was calling her over to it. Even with legs that were still wobbly ever so slightly, she succeeded in getting to where the warm Bran mash was, sniffing at it warily before taking a couple of bites. Finding that it was indeed just Bran Mash, the skittish mare started to eat while mostly calm. After some time though she did start to catch a scent she’d smelled before. That of a certain Canine she remembered from the Sales Barn. It wasn’t until she heard the dogs bark that she stopped eating the Mash to move over to her stall door, lowering her head as best she could with being a small horse. Bran Mash on her lips as she huffed a warm breath towards the dog, curious as to what the creature was doing here. She seemed find with just the dog, until she heard someone calling loudly towards the dog, spooking her and sending her scampering backwards. Unfortunately for Poetry, she was still a bit groggy and ended up losing her footing, sending her down to her side in the stall. With a flash of her legs though, she scampered back to her feet, scurrying still to the back of her stall, nostrils flaring as she watched the man who seemed to now talk calmly. She took her time, studying him before ever so slowly and making her way back over to the stall door, checking out the pair. Ostrich |
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 11, 2018 17:32:03 GMT -5
Sawyer just gazed at the horse, not sure what he was really doing here looking at her. He longed to comfort the horse, but he could see that he was part of the reason that she was scared. Because he had yelled at Bailey. He didn't know a whole lot about horses anymore; he really hadn't then. He had known how to take care of their basic needs, but as far as taking care of the wounds on the mare. Bailey looked to Sawyer, and with a small nod, the dog slowly walked into the stall.
As the horse approached the door, the dog stayed stock still in the doorway of the stall, not wanting the horse to feel threatened. as the horse drew closer, she stepped more to the side, not wanting to make her feel trapped. She tilted her head to her, ears pricked as she sat there, tail thumping against the stall door gently. She glanced again to Sawyer, who seemed lost in a daze.
He didn't know if he could bring himself to own another horse. Not after watching his old one die in highschool. Her falling to the ground in a pile of dead...horse. They should've made him go inside, but they didn't. Tying chains to her ankles and pulling her across the gravel into the back of the trailer to take her away. Bits of flesh across the ground where it had torn away, the sounds of bones crunching as she was pulled. No, it was almost as bad a memory as the day he should've died. A small whimper and nudge from Bailey brought him back to the present. The horse that stood in front of him was alive, and very much needed help. But as he was well aware, if he was the in the horse's position...he wouldn't trust Eddie. He hadn't earned her trust enough to get her back here without having to drug her. Sawyer had dealt with that a few nights in the hospital after the IED. The horse wouldn't get better with Eddie.
He drew in a heavy breath as he saw the man coming down the walkway. One hand on the dog, one hand on his gun as he spoke very calmly.
"She doesn't trust you anymore. Tell me what to do and I'll do it for her. No more needles."
Eddie's eyes grew wide as Sawyer's hand rested on his gun, and he stopped dead in his tracks. The words that came from him weren't fighting words though, they were about the mare. Perhaps a veteran would understand a wounded horse better than Eddie would; but it pained him when he mentioned the thing about no more needles...this was going to make giving her medicine somewhat harder. She would be in more pain than he could help her with the needles, and she really needed an IV...but that gun.
"Alright, Alright, don't get your panties in a twist. Let me go get her supplies, and I'll look over Bailey while you-"
"No-you're going to stand right there and tell me what to do, and Bailey stays. She likes Bailey. Just not you."
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Post by night on Sept 1, 2018 19:20:25 GMT -5
Poetry wasn’t quite sure as to what was going on as she stood at the door of the stall, shifting uneasily. Her nostrils flared slightly as she looked down at Bailey, breathing in the scent of the dog that she liked. She ever so gently went to nudge the dog before watching her head back to the man that seemed to be staring at her, but not really see her. She was curious about him. Something about him felt familiar, but it wasn’t the kind of familiar as if she had known him previously, but more so of an understanding on what was wrong. Barely, but something was definitely drawing her to him.
Catching sight of Eddie sent her scampering to the back corner of the stall, not falling this time as she tossed her head and flared her nostrils more. The whites of her eyes visible as she kept a close eye on the man who’d stuck her with needles. Her ears flicked back and forth as she heard voices going back and forth. She wasn’t quite sure what was going on, and she wasn’t really sure how to deal with it as she shifted inside of the stall.
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Post by Ostrich on Sept 16, 2018 21:27:30 GMT -5
Eddie froze in his position, unable to muster the courage to move for the moment as he stared at Sawyer. He'd never actually feared for his life before; not even dealing with two ton animals or animals at the zoo that could eat him in one bite. But here was a man who would shoot him for no reason other than he'd betrayed the horse's emotion. Whatever the man in front of him had been through...he wasn't going to trigger anything more. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with the mare after all was said and done anyway, so if Sawyer wanted her that badly he could have her. There was no use fighting over it. He simply nodded, and went to get the supplies for the mare. It hadn't been that long ago that he had treated her while she was still pretty unresponsive to the world, but she'd need to know what it felt like when she was awake; because she couldn't be drugged every time. It pained him to think he had lost her trust, but it had to have been done to get her out of there safely.
Sawyer finally relaxed as Eddie nodded and moved off. His hand dropped to his side, away from the gun. Bailey didn't make a sound as she looked up to him, and he placed his hand on her head, ruffling her ears slightly. Sawyer just looked at the mare cowering in the back of her stall, and he sighed heavily. How could people be so cruel to make her fear humanity like this? He took another deep breath, using Bailey as a means to calm him as he scratched behind her ears. Gulping, he let go of Bailey and gave her a bit of a hand signal to go in.
Bailey looked up to him and seemed to nod, before she shimmied under the stall door and got down on her elbows and knees, slowly army crawling toward the horse. Sawyer was afraid to bark a command at her to stop, the horse was already scared and might not recognize it as her...she could seriously get hurt. A low whimper escaped her throat as she got nearer to the horse, and Sawyer relaxed once again. With that sound, who could mistake her for anything else?
Eddie came back into the barn and set the bandages down out of eyesight of the stall. Sawyer walked over to him and conversed with him a moment, apologizing only briefly. Eddie gave him some small directions, and said he'd be right there if he had any questions. Sawyer nodded and went back toward the mare's stall. He didn't enter just yet though, and just waited by the door for Bailey to give an all clear signal.
He sat the caddy of the bandages and ointments down, leaning against the stall door.
"Hey pretty girl, remember me? We met briefly at the sales barn. I'm glad to see you're here, getting taken care of. I wish you could understand he was just trying to help, but I know what he did was wrong. Don't worry, I'm not going to let him touch you again."
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