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aefenglom2020-11-15 05:32 pm
cyclopticsadist) wrote in aefenglom2020-11-15 05:32 pm
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7 week old Orlov-Rostochopin filly, enjoy!
Name: Niles
Date: 11/15
Format: Video
[The video opens on a shot of Niles face as he makes sure he's got the right setting on, then it swings over to point at a clearly nervous jet black foal. He's scratching her shoulders gently and speaking in a deliberately calm, level voice, despite his own ears being pinned back. She's still on the hoverboard and restrained by the metal arms, but she's no longer kicking and thrashing like she was on arrival.]
I finally got her calmed down, but now I urgently need a stable and some way to halter her, a mask or blinders too. [The foal hears a passing bird and begins to toss her head. The video goes blurry and obscured as suddenly Niles needs both his hands again. Offscreen noises of snorting and horse distress give way to a steady mumble of shh shh, hey, you're fine, hush. His face re-enters the frame and the chaotic camera motion stops. He gives out the address of a brothel nestled deep in the red light district.]
We're at the back, tell anyone up the front you're here for the horse and they'll show you where to go.
Date: 11/15
Format: Video
[The video opens on a shot of Niles face as he makes sure he's got the right setting on, then it swings over to point at a clearly nervous jet black foal. He's scratching her shoulders gently and speaking in a deliberately calm, level voice, despite his own ears being pinned back. She's still on the hoverboard and restrained by the metal arms, but she's no longer kicking and thrashing like she was on arrival.]
I finally got her calmed down, but now I urgently need a stable and some way to halter her, a mask or blinders too. [The foal hears a passing bird and begins to toss her head. The video goes blurry and obscured as suddenly Niles needs both his hands again. Offscreen noises of snorting and horse distress give way to a steady mumble of shh shh, hey, you're fine, hush. His face re-enters the frame and the chaotic camera motion stops. He gives out the address of a brothel nestled deep in the red light district.]
We're at the back, tell anyone up the front you're here for the horse and they'll show you where to go.