Post by Onzy on Mar 21, 2011 18:24:15 GMT
Quinn was a sucker for punishment. Even when he was told that he wouldn't be riding anymore, what did he do? Went and bought a horse. Now? Now, he was back in a brace, and depending on the amount of exercise that he did, an operation on the busted knee and it's muscles would have to be done. That would mean even longer without riding, but to Quinn it was a drug, something that he couldn't live without. It was needed for his survival, his reason for living. The crutches were a schlep and as he approached the stallion block he was huffing with exertion. Man, I'm unfit, he grumbled to himself.
He had left the dogs in the apartment, and had taken some time off from the office work that was looming ahead of him. There was only so much time that he could spend on paperwork about horses, all he really loved doing was working with the animals. He knew every horse in his stable block, their quirks and habits, their temperament. It was his life, his job, but all that was stopping him was a busted knee from ages ago. It was also something that wasn't going to go away. Reaching Glee's stall, Quinn allowed himself to breathe in the deep scent of stallion. Glee gave a warm neigh, and shoved Quinn with his muzzle. Morning to you too, he said, his voice filled with humor.
Leading the gelding from the stall, he led the horse to cross ties. He took his time grooming the stallion, and when the pain became near excruciating, sat on an upturned bucket and fed Glee carrots. Yeah boy, it's rough I know, he whispered to the only one he could really trust.
He had left the dogs in the apartment, and had taken some time off from the office work that was looming ahead of him. There was only so much time that he could spend on paperwork about horses, all he really loved doing was working with the animals. He knew every horse in his stable block, their quirks and habits, their temperament. It was his life, his job, but all that was stopping him was a busted knee from ages ago. It was also something that wasn't going to go away. Reaching Glee's stall, Quinn allowed himself to breathe in the deep scent of stallion. Glee gave a warm neigh, and shoved Quinn with his muzzle. Morning to you too, he said, his voice filled with humor.
Leading the gelding from the stall, he led the horse to cross ties. He took his time grooming the stallion, and when the pain became near excruciating, sat on an upturned bucket and fed Glee carrots. Yeah boy, it's rough I know, he whispered to the only one he could really trust.
