Post by jazzyjess on Feb 5, 2010 16:57:56 GMT 10
Title: Guard Horse
Rating: G
Length: 275
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Peachblossom likes to act as Kel’s chaperone.
Peachblossom was quite possibly the worst part about being with Kel. For a while Dom had been sure that the warhorse could tell the difference between him and Sir Meathead, but that discrimination had ended hard and fast.
Of course, it was probably Dom’s fault for cornering Kel when she was in the middle of grooming the gelding. Had Neal been there, he’d have told Dom that it was sheer idiocy that had him unlatching the stall door, backing Kel into the corner, and telling her surprised face to “just shut up and let me kiss you.” He hadn’t even made it all the way to her mouth when he heard Peachblossom snort, and had just barely touched his lips to hers when the gelding caught a fair bit of flesh on Dom’s bicep between his teeth.
That was just the first time. Somehow that horse guessed Dom’s intentions every time, and refused to let the young man get away with anything. Stealing any kisses had to be done far enough away from camp that Peachblossom wouldn’t sense it and pull free of his picket, and clandestine embraces had to be had when Kel was riding Hoshi to give Peachblossom a break.
The sparrows had no problem with Dom – in fact, he felt they rather liked him, what with the way they lined up on his horse’s mane in the mornings and preened his hair with their beaks during their afternoon ride. Whatever it was that Peachblossom was holding against Dom, he made sure to keep well away. One painful bruise was all he really cared to have.
Besides, that gelding just liked the attention.
Rating: G
Length: 275
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Peachblossom likes to act as Kel’s chaperone.
Peachblossom was quite possibly the worst part about being with Kel. For a while Dom had been sure that the warhorse could tell the difference between him and Sir Meathead, but that discrimination had ended hard and fast.
Of course, it was probably Dom’s fault for cornering Kel when she was in the middle of grooming the gelding. Had Neal been there, he’d have told Dom that it was sheer idiocy that had him unlatching the stall door, backing Kel into the corner, and telling her surprised face to “just shut up and let me kiss you.” He hadn’t even made it all the way to her mouth when he heard Peachblossom snort, and had just barely touched his lips to hers when the gelding caught a fair bit of flesh on Dom’s bicep between his teeth.
That was just the first time. Somehow that horse guessed Dom’s intentions every time, and refused to let the young man get away with anything. Stealing any kisses had to be done far enough away from camp that Peachblossom wouldn’t sense it and pull free of his picket, and clandestine embraces had to be had when Kel was riding Hoshi to give Peachblossom a break.
The sparrows had no problem with Dom – in fact, he felt they rather liked him, what with the way they lined up on his horse’s mane in the mornings and preened his hair with their beaks during their afternoon ride. Whatever it was that Peachblossom was holding against Dom, he made sure to keep well away. One painful bruise was all he really cared to have.
Besides, that gelding just liked the attention.