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Of course. He would get assigned the stallion barn to work in. The male groaned as he walked reluctantly toward the stables which held the stallions, snarling as two placed their craniums over their stall doors and pinned their audits at him. The fact that he absolutely hated horses baffled people why he had become a groom. The truth was, the pay was well enough for him to keep up the facade of his secret life. A half smile pulled at his lips when he thought of what was sitting at home, waiting for him to come back and fuel her with her daily dosage. Deanna knew she wasn't allowed to inject or take something until he was around, he knew this drove her insane. He could picture her sat here, staring at the boxes full of precious drugs which taunted her from afar. He took pleasure in causing her discomfort, and loved every minute of her suffering. Rolling up the sleeves of his T-shirt, he passed by the agitated looking Gypsy Vanner in the stall beside the feed room. The stallion reached out and tried to grasp his arm between his ivories, causing Ethan to hiss and swipe for the horses maw. Just out of reach, he read the name of the stallion on the white board outside his stall. Vegas. Ethan had a feeling he'd be shouting that name often around here. Unlocking the feed room, he was glad to see all the stallions he would be caring for buckets were lined up outside their feed bins, their names scrawled on each one. Thankfully it was only the college owned horses, but he knew at some point there would be students or staff's brutes when they were away. Sighing deeply, his oracles swiped over the feed buckets. There was one with Chili written on it, and Arson, Brok, Vegas and Casper. None too many for now. He wondered the individual characteristics, hoping for at least a couple of friendly buggers.

Carrying out the buckets, stacked in each other, he went in search of the stallions. Pausing outside Vegas's stall, the stag he'd already been acquainted with, Ethan searched through the buckets and picked out the Gypsy Vanners. The stallion seemed to dare him from the other side of the stall. They locked oracles for a while, before Vegas looked away. Ethan took this as a silent win, and opened the stall door. Vegas attempted to throw himself at Ethan, but the blond haired male had expected and held his stance so that the stag couldn't knock him over. Vegas, momentarily baffled, backed up and Ethan placed down the bucket and closed the stall door before he could attempt it again. He moved onto the next stall, which held a gray Arabian. Casper. This stallion was much more happy to see Ethan, and even offered a nicker in greeting. From then on, working through the stallions was a breeze. Arson had caused a little problem, but once Ethan had shown him that he was boss, he'd backed down and allowed the man into his stall to place down the bucket. He was now at Brok's stall, and was amused by the smaller stallion. He was an unusual specimen. He'd seen the breed before, but never with this color pelt. Patting the stallion fondly, he was glad he had at least one friend in the barn. Ethan was aware that he was in a good mood today, strange but nice. Maybe it was the new surroundings, maybe it was the fact that he thrived off having some one like Deanna to control. Who knew, but he was really enjoying it. Sighing contently, he placed the head collar onto Brok and led him outside. Tying him onto the metal loop outside his stall, and went to retrieve the wheelbarrow. Grinning at the greeting from Brok he received when he returned, he set to work on mucking out the Fjord's stall.

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❧ Word Count; 659
❧ Tags; Anyone
❧ Notes; Short, but I quite like it.
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution. Keep these on or Liebe just might harm you... and/or eat you. Be afraid, please.

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[Cara]

Cara was just leaving the broodmare barn, happy with how her little filly and mare were doing... well, her assigned mare and filly were doing as both technically belonged to the college - however that didn't stop her from giving her all to the two little horses. She was very pleased with how the mare was coping with the foal when she was a first-time-dam. She had been very proud of the mare with how she took to the foal like a fish to water.

As she headed toward the pastures where her little chestnut mare lived - the pony was still too withdrawn from others to stick her in a stall - she paused as she walked past the yard where the stallions lived. Since she had so many other horses (and ponies) that she was working with, she had yet to investigate the stallions. With a shrug, she walked into the yard and whispered greetings to the large horses as she walked passed by. She was careful of how closed to them that she got, as her tiny frame was an instant target to most stallions, no matter how she carried her shoulders.

Her pace slowed a little as she saw a Fjord in a set of cross-ties. His colouring was simply amazing for his breed, and she could understand why the other students spoke about him so much. "Hello, handsome." she said softly as she approached him with her hand outstretched, not even noticing the human male who was attending to the stallion.