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Post by laurenz on May 21, 2007 20:01:08 GMT -5
Kjersten trotted Kawasaki into the grassy plain. Her black hair flowed in the wind. Kawasaki's banner flowed through the wind as the two began to canter. Kjersten still rode horses "Indian style" meaning that she used a handweaved bridle and just a blanket and no saddle as tack. The tribes long ago had always rode horses that way. Kawasaki's mane was long and dark, with a feather sticking in the middle.
"Good girl.." She whispered to her beautiful horse.
The horse seemed to understand Kjersten and whinnied back to her. Kjersten gave her a soft kick and they were galloping through the grassland. Spotting different animals along the way, such as crows & rabbits. Kjersten wore a white tee-shirt and her favorite blue jeans and bare feet. She preferred to use barefeet. It just felt better to her for some reason. It made her enjoy the ride more. Maybe it was the wind going through her toes. Whatever it was, it was something she had to do.
The paint enjoyed running freely through the pasture. The two heard grass bristling but ignored it thinking it was an animal. They carried on until they saw a figure that appeared to be a horse and rider. Kawasaki's ears perked up and did a rear about 4 feet off the ground. Kjersten stayed on easily and when they came down she patted the spooked horse's neck calming her down. The horse and rider came nearer, and nearer. Who could it be?
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Post by .:x:.A.rtemis.:x:. on May 21, 2007 20:15:04 GMT -5
Reno stuck like a burr to the bay stallions neck, he had been schooling him for most of the morning, and the stallions coat was covered in a light sweat. Legally, the stallion was a mustang, but Reno saw the Arabian and Spanish Barb in his conformation, though he hadn't told anyone yet. If he was right about the stallions orgins and his lineage, he would be as priceless as the plains that rolled out across the lands. Reno rode the stallion without a bridle and without any other man-made device. He steered the newly broke stallion with his heels and his hands, urging him where he wanted him to go, it was the way of his people before him, the tribes of the plains. He was 3/4 Cheyenne, and it was visible in his handsomley tanned skin and his stark, raven black hair. The only thing about him that wasn't native american was his eyes. Dark golden eyes that looked like the eyes of his hunting cat, an ocelet, Payn. He hadn't brought her here yet, or his own horses, but he hoped to soon. He didn't feel right without the hefty weight of the wildcat on his shoulder, coiled, ready for a fight. The cat was less than thirty pounds, but definetly over 15 pounds, and she always rode on his shoulders with the same feline grace with which he moved. Their eyes were the same shade of gold, and their pelts both raven black. Reno whispered to the stallion, causing him to stop immediatly. The stallion was already adjusting to his voice, even though this was the first time he had ever been ridden. Reno lifted his head, noticing the girl on her horse for the first time. He touched the brim of his hat politely as he nudge the stallion back into a walk past the mare and her rider towards their original destination. He murmered softly to the stallion, calming him as they came closer to the rider and her horse.
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Post by laurenz on May 23, 2007 23:00:25 GMT -5
Kjersten trotted slowly down the winding path. Kawasaki, snorted softly as the stallion and rider came closer. The girl looked at her trusty mare then at the rider. He was Native American too. Or at least he looked like it. She smiled at him and said "hello" in her native language, wondering if he would understand. She noticed that he rode his horse different from how she rode her horse. He didn't have a blanket or a bridle or anything. She noticed the way he had with horses. The horse didn't spook or anything.
She patted Kawasaki on the neck assuring her not to be scared. Her perked up ears slowly became relaxed and she didn't feel as tense anymore hearing her owner's reassuring voice. The girl's dark hair flowed in just the softest of wind. Kawasaki's too. She and her horse were much a like. They had the same texture of hair, eyes, and personality. They also shared the love of each other. The paint started to whinny as she sighted a stallion's nose right beside hers. She started to snort, but the girl whispered to her again which made her calm down.
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Post by .:x:.A.rtemis.:x:. on May 24, 2007 17:58:03 GMT -5
Reno laid his hand against the stallions neck, silently asking him to stop, which he did, immediatly. His solemn face turned into a bit softer smile, as his eyes ran greedily over the mare. His own stallion had the fine breeding of Spanish Barb and possibly some Arabian, but it didn't show in his size. He must have had Thoroughbred or Tennessee Walker in him somewhere for he was tall, at least 16.1 hands, but he was strong, like a Barb, yet graceful, like an Arabian. His ears caught the girls words, but they sounded Sioux, not Cheyenne, but he could still understood perfectly. He was an expert on most tribal languages, and he spoke over 15 fluently. Sioux and Cheyenne being two of those 15. Hello. He responded in her same language as he watched her closely, had he seen her before? He couldn't seem to remember.
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Post by laurenz on May 26, 2007 14:12:01 GMT -5
Kjersten stopped the mare patting her soft pelt. Kawasaki nudged the stallion, trying to figure out who he was. The boy's horse was so beautiful and graceful. So was Kawasaki, but it seemed that the stallion had some English blood or maybe Arabian. Kjersten admired the graceful stallion, for a moment, she didn't even notice that the boy had spoken because of her day dreaming but she suddenly realized. He said hello. In her Native language? She was shocked. But it wasn't her dialect? It was strange very strange. She smiled at the boy and replied, "You not Sioux, are you?" She replied, she wasn't saying it rudely at all, she just wondered. Soon remembering the words of him, she remembered her Cheyenne friend back home, she had the same dialect as him, and she knew that he was Cheyenne. "Are you Cheyenne?" She asked the boy curiously.
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Post by .:x:.A.rtemis.:x:. on May 26, 2007 16:04:15 GMT -5
Reno smiled softly, knowing that she had sensed his difference it language. He shrugged casually, but his shoulders squared and his spine stiffened from his relaxed position. He was Cheyenne, yet he rarely acknowledged it, even though he manly spoke their language, as it was the most well known among many tribal languages, he didn't like being called Cheyenne. When he was young, he wasn't allowed to live on the reservation with the others in Wyoming, for the simple fact that his eyes were gold and he was 1/4 white, instead, he had been moved to his grandfathers reservation, in Texas, were he lived with a few Comanches, one Sioux, and about 97 Chickasaw. Since then, he claimed to be Native American, but refused to be calle a Cheyenne, they had disowned him, so he washed his hands of their heritage and accepted others in it's place. Some say I am. He replied in Sioux, leaving the Cheyenne words behind. He knew the language best, but prefered to speak in another tongue, even English if he had too. What's your horses name? He asked softly, knowing that she would not take an offense in him asking about her horse first, any true horsewoman or man would understand that the horses came first, always, in anything.
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Post by laurenz on May 26, 2007 19:12:16 GMT -5
Kjersten nodded. She had always been a Sioux, she remembered growing up in central South Dakota, living on the reservation or "res" as they had called it. Both her parents were Sioux and so were her brothers and sisters who still lived on the res. She moved to Arroyo after her parents had died. She longed to live in a new place besides reservations. She would never be able to call Arroyo her actual home, but it was pretty close. She smiled at the boy's words at looked down at Kawasaki and patted her neck. She replied in her Native tounge, "Her name is Kawasaki. She is a paint. What's your horse's name?" She admired the stallion's elegance again, with his tall legs and his sweet eyes.
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Post by .:x:.A.rtemis.:x:. on May 26, 2007 19:20:46 GMT -5
Reno shifted uncomfortably and the horses back. Suddenly a bit shyer than he normally was. He hasn't earned a name yet. I'm thinking of calling him Zanzibar, or Arion, I'm not certain yet though. He replied softly in Sioux, his eyes on the paint. She was pretty, and her name suited her perfectly.
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Post by laurenz on May 27, 2007 11:57:02 GMT -5
Her eyes followed the stallion's conformation then at the boy. "I think Arion would suit him best. What breed is he?" She wanted to learn more about this stallion then about the boy. But horses came first, so she asked about his horse first.
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Post by .:x:.A.rtemis.:x:. on May 27, 2007 12:04:01 GMT -5
Reno smiled, showing a perfectly formed row of white teeth. A little bitof everything. He's mostly Spanish Barb and Arabian, from what I can tell, but he has some Quarter Horse and Thoroughbred in him. A few years ago, a guy I knew specilized in breeding these horses, but he died and release most of them into the wild, this one musta been just a colt when he let him go. I'm going to get some papers on him this summer to make sure. His voice was louder than normal, and most of his usual shyness was gone as he talked about his stallion with pride. In reality, it wasn't his, but he was training it, so he would claim him until he was truly his.
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Post by laurenz on May 27, 2007 13:18:57 GMT -5
Kjersten smiled back. "I can sure tell that he has some Arabian and Thoroughbred in him. He's so graceful. You must be very proud to have him." She replied. "Since I have found out about your horse. What's your name?" She asked him. She was excited to learn lots.
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Post by .:x:.A.rtemis.:x:. on May 27, 2007 13:35:34 GMT -5
Reno smiled and laughed. That I am. Which name, my white name, or my real name? His voice was tight as he asked which she had meant.
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Post by laurenz on May 27, 2007 19:31:47 GMT -5
Katie giggled and replied in Sioux, "Your real name of course!" She patted her mare's neck and sat sidesaddle to listen better. She trusted Kawasaki to not run away from her. She was a smart and loyal horse.
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Post by .:x:.A.rtemis.:x:. on May 27, 2007 19:39:01 GMT -5
Reno laughed. Of course, of course. My Cheyenne name is Lone Stallion, but my Chicasaw name was Yellow Horse. My white name is Tyler Reno Nahashe. What is your name? He asked softly in Sioux, the Sioux had called him Young Horsecatcher, after his grandfather who was Sioux, but he had never honored any other name than the one his mother had given him. Reno admired the way she trusted her horse, and quickly approved of her as a wonderful horseman, or, horsewoman.
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Post by .:x:.A.rtemis.:x:. on May 27, 2007 19:39:22 GMT -5
Reno laughed. Of course, of course. My Cheyenne name is Lone Stallion, but my Chicasaw name was Yellow Horse. My white name is Tyler Reno Nahashe. What is your name? He asked softly in Sioux, the Sioux had called him Young Horsecatcher, after his grandfather who was Sioux, but he had never honored any other name than the one his mother had given him. Reno admired the way she trusted her horse, and quickly approved of her as a wonderful horseman, or, horsewoman.
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