Post by MasterPeice&& on Jun 26, 2006 16:53:08 GMT -5
The sound of teeth grinding against a newly made mouth bit echoed threw the open arena. A man on her back kicked his sharp spurs into her silver sides. She snorted and tossed her tiara back with a wild whinny. Never was she a wild mare, but she was un-breakable, no one, no one, and no way could brake this strong spirited mare. Her optics filled with a daring look and her banner lashed against the guy on her back like a pesky fly. After ten long months at this 'trying' to break her in not one human could break her in.
She side stepped un easily, and the man jabbed his dagger in her sides over and over again, in the same spot. She always loved these humans, untill they stuck that cold peice of metal in her mouth, and placed a thin black racing saddle against her back. The big dream for her was to be in endurance racea, since she was a young flicka she was out and about running threw the pastures, but never did she run for a two lagged, only for freedom.
She hated this training, why dident they give up?, they all knew not one person could break her, even her sides were bleeding now.
The man yanked the cold bit towards his right boot, and Ruby Whisper had no chose but to let her head follow or the bit would pinch her mouth, it had happened many times to her already.
She was known as the 'hot shot' at this barn. Since she had arrived here the stallions firted with her and instantley fell in 'heat' another problem were the stags. In the pasture they would always mount her and try to produce with her, but never did one enjoy his stay on her silver back, they were all bucked off. Even though she enjoyed breeding she did not want to be forved to breed with some overly exited stag.
The days past slowley till one night a man set her wild, it was his turn to ride this brave mare tommorow, he never wanted to get near her, he thought she could kill a human.
That is where she is now, wild, her days of racing in the pasture as a flicka seemed to have not been a waste of time anymore.
Her delicate daggers launched from the grass with powerful stangth. Her daggers begain to lash wildley at the heavens with a loud whinny, her dreads dancing wildley in the breeze, and banner lay opon the grass. She snorted and fell back to all her four daggers.
She stomped her hind dagger with a nicker and flicked her banner, she was very teasing around stags.
She tossed her tiara back beautifuly and then sniffed the air, not another equines scent filled her nares for another many miles. She loward her tiara knowning she would not feel much like traveling across many miles just to meet more equines. Even though she would love a nice. Long. Convosation with another equines, mare, or stallion.
She side stepped un easily, and the man jabbed his dagger in her sides over and over again, in the same spot. She always loved these humans, untill they stuck that cold peice of metal in her mouth, and placed a thin black racing saddle against her back. The big dream for her was to be in endurance racea, since she was a young flicka she was out and about running threw the pastures, but never did she run for a two lagged, only for freedom.
She hated this training, why dident they give up?, they all knew not one person could break her, even her sides were bleeding now.
The man yanked the cold bit towards his right boot, and Ruby Whisper had no chose but to let her head follow or the bit would pinch her mouth, it had happened many times to her already.
She was known as the 'hot shot' at this barn. Since she had arrived here the stallions firted with her and instantley fell in 'heat' another problem were the stags. In the pasture they would always mount her and try to produce with her, but never did one enjoy his stay on her silver back, they were all bucked off. Even though she enjoyed breeding she did not want to be forved to breed with some overly exited stag.
The days past slowley till one night a man set her wild, it was his turn to ride this brave mare tommorow, he never wanted to get near her, he thought she could kill a human.
That is where she is now, wild, her days of racing in the pasture as a flicka seemed to have not been a waste of time anymore.
Her delicate daggers launched from the grass with powerful stangth. Her daggers begain to lash wildley at the heavens with a loud whinny, her dreads dancing wildley in the breeze, and banner lay opon the grass. She snorted and fell back to all her four daggers.
She stomped her hind dagger with a nicker and flicked her banner, she was very teasing around stags.
She tossed her tiara back beautifuly and then sniffed the air, not another equines scent filled her nares for another many miles. She loward her tiara knowning she would not feel much like traveling across many miles just to meet more equines. Even though she would love a nice. Long. Convosation with another equines, mare, or stallion.