Ethan & Others

Only a few hours after they'd set out, Ethan and his crew were back, hauling a trailer through the gates of his property and on out to one of his two barns. Following after the vehicle was the man himself, riding atop Harthrou, with Silver Fyre trotting briskly at his heels.

With well practiced hands, Dan maneuvered the trailer in reverse, backing the doors up to a gate that led into a small corral. With a shudder, the truck's engine was turned off and the trailer went still. Darkia would be able to hear and see Dan, Ethan, and one of the other four men walking past her confinement and towards the back of the trailer, where, after a moment of struggling with the latch, they opened the doors.

"Out with you now. Come on, get!" This burly voice boomed from the lungs of Dan. With a harsh 'CRACK!' he slammed a crowbar against the side of the metal trailer, trying to spook Darkia and scare her out into the corral.

Darkia

Darkia had fallen asleep in the trailer lying down. So when the truck and trailer stopped she woke with a jolt and was barely standing when Dan spoke and hit the trailer and she snorted but was out in the corral running back and forth but that was all the energy she could muster. She would eat this time but not because she felt defeated. She was stupid for not keeping up her strength. She snorted and kicked out a few times atthe corral's fencing. Before finally stopping moving all together. Her ears were still flat back.

Ethan & Others

The humans exchanged words amongst themselves before Dan parted ways, taking the truck and trailer with him. A small amount of cash exchanged hands before Ethan strode towards the corral, where Darkia had finally calmed down and now stood quietly with her ears pinned back. The tall fellow leaned against the sturdy fencing, having no worry about it failing under the mare's fierce kicks; though he was ready to back off should the horse target him for a hoof to the face.

"Got some fight in you still." He commented, all while studying her body language and her condition in general, just to make sure she wasn't wounded or needing any treatment. After all, having gone through all the trouble to track her down and wrangle her back into domestication, Ethan was not keen on having her die right away. He wasn't the one who'd captured her initially, nor did he own her, but he was determined to make some money selling her back to her previous owners. Or perhaps keeping her himself, if she proved useful in some way.

"Over here Patrick, get the apples too." He was now hailing one of the two younger men, who carried a bale of hay over his back. This was passed on to Ethan, who cut away the twine that held it together, and tossed it over the fencing and into the corral. A sack of apples was grabbed next, taken from the fridge just inside the first barn. As Patrick handed it over to Ethan, the elder man took the bright red fruit and held it out in Darkia's direction.

Darkia

She would get free. She watched the hay and the Male. Oh she wanted the apple but only went to the hay.

Ethan & Others

Ethan held the apple out for a few moments, giving Darkia time to approach him if she wanted. He didn't think for a second that she actually would, not so soon after being traumatically captured as she was, but he had to start training somewhere. Satisfied that she was at least eating, and didn't appear to be injured, Ethan pushed away from the fence and headed towards Harthrou to tend to his stallion.

As he moved away, an aging Tommy approached. The black-coated wolfodg stopped by the fencing of the corral and peered in. His daughter, Silver Fyre, padded towards her grandfather and peeked in at the horse too. "Too bad you weren't out there with us. I think you could have kept up with her."

Darkia

Darkia ate ignoring him refusing to acknowledge him. However; when he left she heard the wolfdogs but ignored them as she gazed to the sky hoping Dally followed and would go for help. She lowered her head once more to eat and once most of the hay was gone she began to walk around the corral inspecitng it for any wear and tear in hopes of getting out of it when her rescue came. Worse case scenerio she was stuck for a long time and she gains her strength back. She would eat But she would always fight him. He would not break her. When she got near the wolf dogs she would of turned her rump toward the fencing and kicked out not caring if she hit air, dog face or board.

Lissa the liger was still hear tsill healthy and still determined to break free. She rushed the fencing any time ahuman came near.

White claw wasn't "tamed" but he had mostly given up trying to escape. The white tiger just lay on his perch.

Tommy & Others

Upon inspecting the fencing, Darkia would find no obvious signs of weakness in the sturdy design. The posts and fencing were all relatively new wood with no rot or splintering, and the metal brackets that held them together were solid and rust-free. And though the creaked a bit if struck hard enough by hooves, none of the panels gave way. Escaping this prison would not be so easy.

Outside of those confines, Tommy and his granddaughter continued to talk, until the black and white wolfdog gave him a nuzzle and trotted off to find herself some food. That left the smaller wolf-mix in front of Darkia's pen, where he didn't so much as flinch as the hooves that came flying in his direction. He'd been around enough horses to know how to be safe, and kept himself out of striking distance when the mare came around his way. "You're only going to wear yourself out, horse." Tommy yawned, then stretched his front half. Unlike with Blackened Song, he had no interest in helping the mare escape, nor did he want to risk going anywhere near Lissa's cage, as aggressive as the female was. "If you want my advice, the quicker you learn to listen to Ethan, the better."

Tommy didn't see the falcon high above them all, studying the scene intensely before wheeling away and cruising back to the Eskers.

Darkia

Darkia snorted as she awed the ground as the wolfdog spoke and she snorted.And your ethan will be sorry once my friends find me. They'll kill anyone they have to to help meShe snorted. I have no desire to obey a two legged monsterShe snorted.

Lissa pace.

White claw slept

Tommy

Having never seen the falcons high-altitude approach and swift departure, Tommy had no idea what was soon to come. Sitting back on his haunches, the lab-cross stifled another yawn, "That's unfortunate, because you could have a decent life here. Not as good as ours-" Tommy chuckled, "-but better than what'll happen if you prove useless to him."

Darkia

Darkia glared at him and snorted.The wild is where I belong and that is the only life for me. He tries to get on me and he'll be deadShe snorted. Trust me I will be free soon enough you just watchShe said. i am better then the two leggers and deserve to be treated better then this, having this thing on my face, or having to have a two legged on my back and having to listen to their directions instead of my own, that is a slaves life and i am not oneShe said.

Tommy

The wolfdog laid down on the ground, stretching his hind legs a bit. "Who's to say he'll use you to ride on? Might be a fighter, or a foal-producer." The nonchalance in Tommy's voice showed how little he was concerned with Darkia's plight, or her defiance against Ethan. "Besides, that thingy on your face isn't all that bad, I mean look at my neck." He tilted his muzzle upwards, so that she could see the thick leather collar on his throat, studded in small spikes. "Makes it awfully hard for the wolves and coyotes to land a killing blow, so the humans have a reason for putting these things on us."

Darkia

She glared at that.i won't fight others for his or other two leggeds amusement nor will I breed to give him a foal I would never bring a baby into this worldSHe snorted at the thing on his neck.This thing gives me no protection you dumb flea bagShe said. How stupid are you? She snorted.

Tommy

"You say that now." Tommy remarked, as if he'd heard such defiant from other creatures in Ethan's care before. "Eh, no matter. One way or another, Ethan will find some use for you. But for now..." The old wolfdog stretched, his tongue curling as his jaws parted wide, "I've got some food to find. Good luck to you, horse."