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Post by Shia on Jun 4, 2007 19:31:04 GMT -5
The filly, a Thoroughbred dubbed Hearbreak, was led off the trailer. Her nostrils were flared, white showing all around her eyes, her chestnut coat darkened to a bay looking color by sweat, her neck covered in foam. She snorted as her halter was pulled upon by a groom and snorted, dancing forward, her hindquarters swinging around in a circle. The groom turned to her and frowned. The mare backed up like a plastic sack had been blown in front of her, looking totally spooked, neck arched as the man's frown deepened and her feet throttled backwards. The man came toward her, still frowning, and with a squeal, she reared, lashing out at him with slender long legs. The man gasped as the horse's legs came close to hitting his chest, drawing back, the lead rope trailing through his fingers. The mare snorted and her rear legs stumbled back, forcing her to touch back to earth.
Grooms swarmed over her, snapping extra lead ropes to her halter, the man she had almost kicked stepping quickly back. Between five of them, they were able to drag her, head shaking, snorting wildly, eyes rolling, into her stall. There, the leads were attatched and the grooms dove out of the stalls, slamming and bolting it, just as her front legs made hard contact with the door, causing an ear splitting sound. The grooms gasped and lunged back, and she was left by herself. Snorting wildly and pacing the back of her stall.
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Post by Confuzzled on Jun 4, 2007 20:29:24 GMT -5
Mr. Brandon, as he was called around the barn, wandered down the aisle, eyes catching sight of the shying grooms. Frown appeared on his face and her crossed his arms, wondering why his grooms where shying away like horses. He approached them, arms still crossed
"May I ask why my grooms are acting like spooked horses?"
he asked amusedly, smile pricking at the corner of his lips, but you could never quite be sure weather he was joking around or being serious and it was best to just assume he was serious. His arms stayed crossed over his chest and he tapped his fingertips on his tan and toned revealed arm, cocking his head to one side.
He wore tight jeans that fit his body well, not to tight and certainly not to loose. Stable boots were in place on his foot as they should be while he was in the barn. He wore a white tight shirt, white as white, no dirt on it if that tells you anything. His hair was brushed out but still held a hint of messiness to it, it always did, his hair fit with his romantic dark eyes, and fairly tan skin, making him a rather attractive man.
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Post by Shia on Jun 4, 2007 21:18:28 GMT -5
The mare still paced the back of her stall and the groom, the one whom she had almost kicked, shook his head. "She's wild, sir..." he responded, and the grooms slowly dispersed, leaving the man alone with the frantic mare.
Her eyes were still rolled white, foam still forming on her neck, leaving it hardly brown, but white, nostrils flared wide, snorting every second like there was something that was spooking her, like a horse does when a rope is dragging behind them and they don't know what to think. She stepped forward, snorted at the man, and shied back into her stall, to a point where she banged against the back wall. With a squeal, she leapt away from the wooden wall, and glared at it accusingly before her nervous gaze shifted back to Mr. Brandon...
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Post by Confuzzled on Jun 4, 2007 21:52:15 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes disaprovingly as he watched the grooms disapear, walking towards the stall, arms still crossed Why do I even bother hiring anyone his thoughts demanded bitterly as he approached the stall. He paused mid step, gazing inside at the horse, rolling his eyes yet again
"Stupid Thing"
he mumbled and tipped his head to the side, watching her. He reached a hand out to grip the bars of the stall and peer inside. He slowly shook his head Who's great idea was it to buy this crazy thing he thought disaprovingly, his head tipping to the side more as he watched. She really wasn't the brightest thing. He shook his head and just watched, his set unamused expression on his face. [/center]
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Post by Shia on Jun 4, 2007 23:13:10 GMT -5
It wasn't that the filly wasn't smart. She was just so scared she couldn't even think straight, nor see clearly. She snorted throwing her head and lifting her legs off the ground as the man appraoched and put his hand threw her bars. She pressed herself, and, breathing heavily, dropped back down to the ground. She pressed her body into the far wall, watching the man with accusing brown eyes, body tense, pressed against the wall, as far from people as possible. She tossed her head, eyes still rolling, snorting, holding her nose up high, like she was trying to tell him something. No, she wasn't stupid. She was a smart little thing. It almost looked like maybe she was asking a question...Like she wanted him to tell her if he was gonna hurt her or not. And it was no surprise. Being whipped on the head over and over, but not given rein to stretch out would be a terrible thing. Her nose was still held high in the air, breathing still coming heavy, body quivering, but, for a moment at least, she was still...
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Post by Confuzzled on Jun 4, 2007 23:17:47 GMT -5
He shook his head slowly, slowly tilting it to the other side, a smile pricked at the corner of his lips
"I'm not going to hurt you. I may seem like a mean guy but I'm not dumb enough to hurt a horse"
he mumbled in a low voice, the smile appearing on his lips, watching her. His voice was low and soothing and made you just want to melt. It wasn't a voice that was often heard in the barn, only horse's and women he wanted in bed got to hear that voice. He shrugged a little bit, watching her, leaning against the door of the stall.
"I swear I have no intentions of hurting you"
he whispered in the same soothing voice, gentle smile on his lips. Any anger or frustration had disapeared form his features and he now stood calmly, his presence itself soothing. [/center]
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Post by Shia on Jun 4, 2007 23:23:09 GMT -5
The filly tossed her head again, like she didn't want to trust him, but when he spoke again, slowly, her head came down. Her body stopped trembling, and she heaved a sigh, her head dropping, looking totally exhausted, but still wary, still eying him with those big brown, distrustful eyes. She heaved another sigh, and her head dropped another level, below her withers, looking slightly dejected, and much, much older than her two years. She wasn't stupid. If anything, she was more inteligant than most. Her ears flicked toward him, still wary, but her eyes were closed, exhaustion from fighting taking over. She snorted and shook her head, almost like she was trying to rouse herself, her head whipping around to look at Luke, eyes rolling white again for but a moment, but, when he made no move, she relaxed again, even going so far as to cock a leg....
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Post by Confuzzled on Jun 4, 2007 23:37:16 GMT -5
He laughed lightly, a soothing laugh, nodding slightly, smile still found on his lips
" 'ats a good girl"
he nodded slightly, turning on the heels of his boots. When he returned he shoved two flakes of hay into the stall and nodded
"Eat up Princess"
he murmered with a little smile before turning to head out the barn. The smile stayed on his lips, and he even went as far as to hum a little tune, glancing around as he went. His mind going through things, things that normally put him in a bad mood, but not now, no, for now Luke Brandon was relaxed and at ease. Didn't happen often. [/center]
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Post by Shia on Jun 4, 2007 23:41:11 GMT -5
The filly's head was thrown upwards, eyes rolling again when the hay was tossed in. That hand raised and the noise was just about too much to handle. But her head lowered until her topline was level and she watched him walk away with wary eyes, until he was out of sight, though her ears still flicked to catch the weird humming sound, but she chomped down on the hay, faster than any horse you've ever seen.
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Post by Confuzzled on Jun 5, 2007 0:22:38 GMT -5
He left the barn. He wouldn't try working with her now. Besides he probably wouldn't try working with her first. That'd be up to Daria. [/center]
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