GET OFF OF MY BACK & TAMING A HORSE, OPEN

[WOLF BITE]

[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]With the barn and stables built, it was time to pursue the wish he'd wanted since the day he scouted out the horses. They were roaming freely in a group- a herd, grazing within the forest. It appeared as if they made their own little camp, allowing their offspring to rest while the lead stallion, a powerful looking male that circled the group of mares and young stallions. He was guarding them. Protecting them from any harm. It was a beautiful display of empathy between animals. It was the time to put his experience to the test, however. He was equipped with a rope, a knot tied within it to hook the neck of a horse in order to capture it. It was a bit cruel.. But, he had to do what he had to do. Wolfbite crept slowly toward the horse he wished to have; that leader-like male. He seemed strong and a challenge. His coat was frizzled, coated in grime, but it was a beautiful color- a dark, reddish hue. They were near a river, a perfect way to tire him out and maybe gain his trust.

Wolfbite sprinted, casting the rope out to loop it around the stallion, leaping upward to climb on to his back as he thrashed around, inching further into the strong currents of the river. Grunting, the man gripped onto both the robe and the unruly mane of the equine. After ten minutes of bucking, flailing, the stallion didn't seem to be tiring just yet. He was stubborn- a damn stubborn horse.

[ your character can only have a WILD HORSE breed. I'll list them for you so you don't have to go searching for them! But keep in mind that they will not be purebred due to probably some breeding with other horses.
- Arabian
- Andalusian
- Barb

The ones available to be tamed are three mares and three stallions. They can have any coat color.
- Arabian | Mare | 8 y/o | Very curious/spooked easily
- Andalusian | Mare | 4 y/o | Fearful/cautious
- Barb | Mare | 7 y/o | Aloof
- Arabian | Stallion | 10 y/o | Social
- Andalusian | Stallion | 3 y/o | Challenging
- Barb | Stallion | 3 y/o | Fearful ]

[COSMO]

Gods, he was going to fucking die doing this. But whatever; Wolfbite wanted to tame a fucking horse, so he was going to run off and do that. Cosmo had kept his distance but had trailed behind Wolfbite faithfully, and had quickly scaled up a tree to watch the scene down on the river's edge.

He was ready to jump in and help drag Wolfbite out if he got hurt too bad, but he wasn't planning on getting caught in the sharp hooves of the panicking horse if he didn't have to.

[abbr=Goes by Cosmo ;; he/him ;; short brown hair with flecks of natural red ;; 17y ;; skilled in basic first aid ;; no weapon preference ;; adopted by Ev]anger was better than everything else you gave me[/abbr]

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]A horse... Advay's green eyes were glowing, staring happily out at the group of them. He knew immediately which he wanted. There was an older one out there; an Arabian, not that he knew that. He was no horse expert, he was a dog expert. She looked curiously at Wolfbite, distracted but keeping a distance. He liked her. Advay began to approach, having known this was going on, he grabbed some of the carrots they grew on the rooftop garden. He didn't have a rope like Wolfbite. He wasn't dressed normally either; he had all of his layers off, instead only in a gray tanktop and some dark skinny jeans. Not exactly riding material, but he didn't want to look big. He didn't want to seem scary; and he wasn't, underneath all of those layers. He was scrawny. Swallowing hard, he started out towards the mare, the carrots held in one palms, and confidence in his step. He had no confidence.

He took a deep breath at the sudden thought, not wanting to show his own anxiety. He just...he had a name picked out too. Albania, and Alba for short. Or Alby. Or maybe he'd start one another letter. He did like A's... He bit his lip and realized he'd wandered far too close to the female. She was backing up, watching him now instead of Wolfbite. But he didn't want to leap up on her, he didn't want to tame her in that way. He gave a smile, and held the Carrots out, taking all the will he had to sit down, to not try and pet her. His head down slightly, showing submission, he meant no harm, the mare approached.

Cautiously. And slowly. Eventually, she took a carrot, her massive head right there. God, he was going to get kicked. Advay, with a shaking hand, brought it up to her nose, her eyes watching him. "U-uh, hey," he whispered, wincing as she jerked back. Panic shot up into his chest, but he didn't move. Just like taming a dog, he told himself, or at least tried to. Just like it. He kept his hand up, flat, and the carrot out. She went back for the carrot after a long moment, and this time...

Oh, wow she was soft. Not as soft as his pups but, softer than he'd thought. She let him pet her for the duration of the carrot, before leaning back up and starting off. He stood, carefully going after her and trying to touch her flank. She was still nervous, but allowed him to; he was quiet. He was calm. She knew he meant no harm. It seemed quite clear to him that she was the oldest of this group. Not too old, but the oldest. She had no fear of him, and perhaps was as curious of him as he was of her.