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Momma, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Samurai
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cubofkai, a horse, and you.
Where: Just about anywhere; the Lake
When: Afternoon!
Style: Either/or!
When Mitsuhide had told Yukimura he could train a horse to allow him to ride as he usually did, he took that to heart. Nearly every morning since he had been working with a stallion nearly as excitable as he was, chatting excitedly to it as he taught the horse with surprising patience.
Now his hard work was paying off.
If you hear the sound of pounding hooves, you may wish to get out of the way.
Yukimura was crouched on the back of the stallion, one foot sideways and the other placed squarely between the beast's shoulder blades. He held his hands at his sides, missing the feel of his spears in his hands, as they cantered through any space big enough and empty enough for an excitable horse and his master to pass through.
If one were to follow them, eventually they would find a laughing Yukimura near the lake, brushing the sweat off the equine's body as it drank its fill.
cubofkai, a horse, and you.Where: Just about anywhere; the Lake
When: Afternoon!
Style: Either/or!
When Mitsuhide had told Yukimura he could train a horse to allow him to ride as he usually did, he took that to heart. Nearly every morning since he had been working with a stallion nearly as excitable as he was, chatting excitedly to it as he taught the horse with surprising patience.
Now his hard work was paying off.
If you hear the sound of pounding hooves, you may wish to get out of the way.
Yukimura was crouched on the back of the stallion, one foot sideways and the other placed squarely between the beast's shoulder blades. He held his hands at his sides, missing the feel of his spears in his hands, as they cantered through any space big enough and empty enough for an excitable horse and his master to pass through.
If one were to follow them, eventually they would find a laughing Yukimura near the lake, brushing the sweat off the equine's body as it drank its fill.
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The horse whips after Amaterasu, sweat starting on its shoulders. ]
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...Only to splash right into the lake and let out a very grumpy whine. What did you think was going to happen, Ammy?]
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Of course, he does not alert Yukimura to this. He simply stops abruptly at the water's edge, sending the samurai flying off over the equine's head. He lands in the water with a sploosh, steam sizzling off the surface where he hit. ]
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Ammy you are in no place to act like a brat]
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The steam settles and Yukimura, too, swims to shore, starting to laugh as soon as he gets his footing. ]
That was quite the race!
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[Ammy barks, bouncing a little and wagging her tail in delight.]
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[ Perhaps speaking to a wolf like a person is a bit odd, but then again flowers. blooming. ]
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[She sits down, tail wagging idly. Is that a yes?? A no??? Either way, she's not people-talking.
Though Yukimura may notice the glint of a tag on her - there's a collar!]