Cowboys and Mustangs ~~~ Roleplay ~~~ NEW!!!!

"Rats," Dakota muttered when Alice made no move to open the door. "Can't blame a mare for trying."

Cyril moved slowly, stopping each time the rope felt taut. "You're a smart one, you are. We'll have you leading around here like you've done it your whole life."
Alice left to check on Cyril and Rosalyn

Rosalyn perked her ears at his voice, she nickered, stepping forward every time the rope tightened, eventually moving before it could get taunt
 
Alice left to check on Cyril and Rosalyn

Rosalyn perked her ears at his voice, she nickered, stepping forward every time the rope tightened, eventually moving before it could get taunt
"Lemme out!" Dakota whinnied after Alice. She looked around at her prison bars. "I can't take much more of this."

Cyril brought Rosalyn to the middle of the corral, where he stood, facing away from her for several minutes. In time, he turned and unbuckling the halter, slipped it off the mare's head. He gave her a firm rub on the forehead and a gentle "Good girl." before heading for the gate.
 
"Lemme out!" Dakota whinnied after Alice. She looked around at her prison bars. "I can't take much more of this."

Cyril brought Rosalyn to the middle of the corral, where he stood, facing away from her for several minutes. In time, he turned and unbuckling the halter, slipped it off the mare's head. He gave her a firm rub on the forehead and a gentle "Good girl." before heading for the gate.
Rosalyn nickered and followed him to the gate.

Alice smiled, watching the two. "I think she likes you"
 
Outcast whinnied gently to Dakota. " It'll be ok Kota." ( Kota is going to be his nickname he calles her. Is that ok?) He stuck his head over the stall door.
 
Rosalyn nickered and followed him to the gate.

Alice smiled, watching the two. "I think she likes you"
"It comes from the training method I use. Horses like and respect a strong leader. If I am that, we will work well together," Cyril said. "Are you going to halter-break Nymph soon?"

He exited and closed the gate behind him.

Outcast whinnied gently to Dakota. " It'll be ok Kota." ( Kota is going to be his nickname he calles her. Is that ok?) He stuck his head over the stall door.
"You're not in the birdcage! I am!" Dakota squealed. She'd seen someone bring out a canary in a cage once, and that's what this stall reminded her of...a birdcage. (okay) (Dakota can't stick her head anywhere. Iron bars block her door and sides)
 

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