05-30-2010, 09:50 AM
Araqiel couldn't understand why his boss always made him do this. He always made him tidy up the barn...
Arra was terrified of horses. Terrified. He'd been attacked by one when he was little--it was one of the few things he remembered about his past. He'd been stranded, somehow, in the wilderness, and the last thing he could remember was running away from coyotes. His current boss had found him--he was on a walk with his son--and killed the coyotes. He'd taken Arra under his wing, and made him work as his farmhand to earn his keep.
Stepping into the barn, his hopes plummeted when he realized this would take a long, long time--the barn was filthy. Whimpering softly, he shuffled around the barn, cleaning and trying to avoid the horses' pens. It would take quite a while for him to finish.
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