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1 Ebony Savages on Sun Jan 22, 2017 11:54 pm

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"Walk on boys, walk on."

The voice echoed over the clacking noises of the huge hooves, the jingling of the metal within the harnesses and halters. The sound of the wagons wheels turning over the gravel underneath it as the two huge massive stallions pulled it up the huge hill, causing the stallions to snort and bellow lightly, tossing their heads a bit. The large equines' muscles flexing and bulging underneath their soaked ebony pelts, manes and tails were short due endure the hot climates of the summer. Saliva and foam creating around their muzzles and behind their hind legs as they continued to dig their hooves deep into the ground, pulling the heavy wagon that was filled with huge logs that were just as large. The stallions snorted, moving forward, ears flicking back and forth, listening to their owner's commands as they made it up the hill and back onto level ground. The wheels were digging into the gravel due to the massive weight of the logs, but it didn't stop these powerful horses from walking onward. Living out in the country side were houses were built out of such logs, they were called out if a new house, barn or any other structure had to be created. It was how they got their exercise and it really helped promote themselves as well to other people that were moving into the area. 

The stallions continued to move, ears perked forward and snorted a bit, jolting slightly at hearing kids squealing on either side from a slight distance, but they regained themselves when they watched from their property, waving to the owner and admiring the strength and beauty of the large beasts. A few of the adults that were out and about also greeted them as they continued on their way with their own business. The human shifted the reigns with a bit of a snap, causing the stallions to neigh and nicker a bit before pulling forward in a huge lunge before picking up the pace, heading towards their destination. After a few minutes, they arrived at the property where they were building an addition to their house, which had their own sets of horses that were out to pasture. The two large males continued to pull the logs before coming to a stop in the right spot where they need to be, the man getting off of the logs and loosened up the reigns a bit, patting them and rewarding them for a good pull. It wasn't the longest pull they had, but surely the heaviest load they've pulled yet.

example - but with thicker and surely more logs;;

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2 Re: Ebony Savages on Wed Feb 08, 2017 12:54 am

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Wisteria, such a gentle soul. Used primarily for dressage and log pulling she was the beauty of Rhododendron Grove Farms. Unfortunately they could no longer keep their mare, and with heavy hearts sold her to a new ranch in hopes that they'd put her to good use. After money was exchanged the trailer was driven down to the ranch and with a loud squealing stop the trailer bounced and halted. The sound of hoof steps could be heard as they nervously paced along the floor, a lopsided neigh coming from the trailer as a man wearing a ball cap jumped out from the truck and over to the trailer.

Inside was Wisteria, a gypsy vanner who stood approximately 65 inches tall and weighed in at 1,400 lbs total. She was a agile and sweet mare with a excellent temperament and renowned in the work of log pulling and jumping. She was supposed to be trained to do western, but her time was cut short and she was sent away to be used for pulling. Who wouldn't miss out on such a excellent opportunity? As the man opened the trailer Wisteria let out a distraught snort and backed away, fearful of the unfamiliar place. The man came in and hooked the lead onto her black halter and coaxed her out with soft words and gentle pets. 

Finally the timid mare stepped out onto the gravel, letting out a worrisome rumble as she shifted her weight. The man softly stroked her neck and whispered comforting words... His voice upset at saddened. This greatly affected how she felt, rearing up and nearly knocking the man she loved so dearly over. Her gold flecked blue eyes stared nervously through her golden locks as she backed into the trailer ramp, repeating the soft grumble sound. Finally after being calmed down a man in a white polo shirt and slacks took Wisteria's lead and walked her into the pasture. She was already fed, rested, and was prepared by her original owner so that once they got her they could work her. 

Her original handler came forth and hugged her neck before stroking her cheek, softly whispering "Goodbye" Before waving and getting back into his truck. Wisteria watched until the rumbling trailer was out of sight, barely paying attention to the man who was already preparing a breast collar for her. They wanted to first test her limit and see how much she could pull, but since she wasn't primarily focused on log pulling they wanted to strengthen her in that category. The man decided to let her get used to her breast collar before pairing her up with the two stallions, hoping by having them near her she would feel more at ease at the pasture and they may help encourage her to pull. After all, in such a new place... and the fact she hadn't pulled a load for a few months, a little tutoring wouldn't be too bad... right?


((Well, yeah not too bad if her tutors weren't two hulking monsters XD))


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3 Re: Ebony Savages on Wed Feb 08, 2017 1:22 am

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{{ indeed and even more so one being a true asshole D8 }}

After things were settled at the job, the man made sure the reigns and hookups were in good condition before giving the reigns a bit of a whip, which caused the large brutes to snort. The stallions started to pull with ease, muscles flexing and jolting underneath their ebony pelts as they turned and headed down the road towards home. The realization of home caused them to snort and nicker lightly, their movements were a bit quicker as at times they went into a canter, which their owner had to correct them.

After a twenty minute walk / trot of a pull, they managed to get back home where they easily picked up something different. The stallions snorted and neighed, ears forward as they shifted and swayed a bit at the scent of a new horse in the area - let alone a mare at that. What was this? This was something new and unexpected for surely they hadn't been near another horse for quite some time, let alone mare. Mack bellowed a bit, pawing at the ground, a few inches of his penis came out of hiding as he was working himself up as he slightly bucked and tugged a bit within his reigns.

The owner tugged at the reigns a bit before a couple of assistants came out and aided in controlling the two horses; which Zaq remained quiet and avoided getting kicked by his brother. They undid Zaq first, leading him into the barn and removing the tack and wiping him down before letting him loose into the pasture where Wisteria was placed. Seeing her caused Zaq to tense and tilted his head in question and a low nicker escaped from his throat before cautiously approaching her, tail flicked back and forth. The male's muscles flexed and trembled underneath his ebony pelt, ears forward as he did his best to keep himself looking less threatening - but surely interested and curious about the new comer.

"Hello miss. What may your name be?" He nickered softly. It was best to get her use to the area first and surely being the less threatening of the brothers, it was best to open her up a bit. Surely once Mack came out here, who knows what he would do. Already from the commotion he wasn't really accepting the fact of a new horse being in the area with them, rather it was mare or not.

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4 Re: Ebony Savages on Wed Feb 08, 2017 1:39 am

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Wisteria grew up originally at a farm in Maine, bred as simple breeding stock and seen as nothing more. The farm was breeding for color not quality and in result they wanted nothing to with the so called "plain" mare. She was separated from her mother who was being taken back into the recovery stalls, Wisteria being kept on a milk supplement and given blankets and heating pads while she remained in the empty small stall. She remained there until she was 4 months and than a man (her original handler) named Kyle Dawson had came by to pick up a bag of crops and some milk jugs when he passed by the lonely filly. 

It was love at first site, and as soon as he asked about her the breeder asked if he wanted to take her since he was planning to send her off to be used for meat. Of course Kyle took her in a heartbeat and with a small farm with two appaloosa mares he boarded her into his trailer the next day and happily took her home. Wisteria was never around stallions, and only knew the two appaloosa's that would play with her for a few minutes in the pasture when she was a foal. Seeing her potential, Kyle began to slowly break her in and train her firstly with pulling. 

She was given tires, single logs, and even the farm children to pull around to build up her strength. Though he originally planned to make her a champion log puller he wanted to see what else she could do. That was his best decision yet, unlocking her natural love for dressage was something he never regretted. She became a champion at it and rarely came back without a first place trophy. She also did some in-hand jumping, but she never stuck with it completely. Her true passion would forever be dressage, and her past training of pulling was slowly wasting away. Of course Kyle occasionally refreshed her mind, it wasn't enough to harness her potential in that sport. 

Wisteria was never bred, in fact it never even crossed Kyle's mind. He never owned stallions and he wanted to keep only 3 horses, besides he didn't have the capacity for more or the time to raise foals with his new job. Being raised strictly with mares and not even a thought of breeding, she lived a pretty care free life when it came to her estrus cycles. Kyle didn't even pay much attention to when they were in heat, because he never had to worry about a stallion getting to her. Wisteria was actually due to go in heat in a few days to a week, but Kyle nor her knew owners knew that. 

Gentle ears flattened against her skull before perking back up to swivel towards the sounds of gates rattling and a new presence in the pasture. She hesitantly churned around to see whatever had entered her seemingly safe pasture, and to her surprise she saw a stallion that she thought could squish her like a bug.. He was massive and it made her body tremble before him. At least his voice didn't match the ferocity of his appearance, and she managed to shakily reply, "U-uhm.. It's Wisteria, yours?" She said politely, her rump pressed against the gate as her nostrils flared to take in his scent. He smelled quite sweaty, and the faint lingering scent of another stallion and earth could be smelled on him... she wondered if he was out working? Either way she patiently waited for a response, and despite his attempts to look non threatening she still felt intimidated by his size.


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