Sara's and [Will's]n Place

[Legion]

HorseWill tried to scream, but the bit stifled most of it, turning it into a high pitched wine.


"Oooh, he could! Yet another way to rake in the cash," MaleWill said.

[Faultline]

"Please, what would we need more cash for. Though I'm sure it'd be amusing to watch." she says, continuing to nail the small horseshoe to the palm of HorseWill's hand before moving on to the other one.

[Legion]

"Amusing is good, right? We all like amusing..." they said, as HorseWill tried to back up slightly without putting any weight on his be-shoed hand.

[Faultline]

"Of course. Amusing is always good." she smirks and keeps swinging the hammer until she fixed all four horseshoes to HorseWill's hands and feet. Taking a step back she takes a moment to look over her work.

"There we go. Maybe now your bucking won't throw pictures off the wall."

[Legion]

HorseWill winced, no matter which foot or hand he put his weight on---all were very tender, and he tried very carefully to be as light as possible.

[Faultline]

"Why don't you try again now." she tells FemaleWill.

[Legion]

FemaleWill smirked as she came over and jumped--HARD--on the saddle, causing Horse Will to throw up his arms in agony. Clicking her spurs, though, she yanked hard on the reigns and started riding him around the room, keeping her balance admirably.

[Faultline]

"Isn't he that much tamer already?" she smirks, watching FemaleWill ride around the room.

[Legion]

"Yeah, but his ride could be smoother."

[Faultline]

"Well then we'll have to do something about that, don't we? Such a bad horsey. Now, what could we do to help him into his role some more." she asks the two other Wills.

[Legion]

"Well, we wouldn't want to have him show back up to Domina's like this, would we? How would we ever tell the horses apart!" MaleWill smirked.

[Faultline]

"A good point. If only there was some method to clearly mark a horse." she smirks, her hand and arms twisting and turning though not settling on a shape yet.

[Legion]

"If only, if only," the other parroted, clapping their hands.

[Faultline]

"Where's Pyroclast when you need her..." she mumbles before looking at MaleWill. "You, fire pit, go."

[Legion]

"Roger!" Will said, smartly clearing away some of the hay before producing a nice roaring blaze.

[Faultline]

Her arm elongates and flattens out at the end, forming a flat, round end with an embevelled and cursive 'F' on it. Holding it into the fire she waits until it's a nice, glowing red.

[Legion]

HorseWill edged away, away, away...

[Faultline]

"I swear if you make me chase you..." she says, pulling the improvised branding iron from the fire and glaring at Horse Will.

[Legion]

HorseWill froze in fear, looking back over his shoulder.

[Faultline]

"That's a good horse." she says and jams the glowing branding 'stone' on his upper thigh.

[Legion]

Will cried out in agony as his flesh was seared by the red-hot stone hand of Faultline---but at the same time, trying to keep himself steady so she wouldn't have to do it a second time.

[Faultline]

She left her 'hand' on his thigh probably a little longer than necessary before pulling it back and admiring her work. "There, now no one's going to confuse you with other horses." she laughs.

"And what do we say now?"

[Legion]

"Thnnk yyyy..." he tries to say through the bit.

[Faultline]

"Good enough." she says, feeling generous.

[Legion]

HorseWill just whined.

[Faultline]

"Now now. You should be grateful. I'm helping you be the best horse you can."

[Legion]

"Couple more days of this, and he'll be the finest stallion in the land," BoyWill laughed.

[Faultline]

"He better be. I hate wasting my time."

[Legion]

"What were your plans? More things with that mysterious Dominia?" GirlWill said, waving her fingers mysteriously

[Faultline]

"It never hurts to brag a little." she smirks.

[Legion]

"Of course not, of course not..."