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Post by lucas on Mar 1, 2008 12:42:39 GMT -6
“Come on you beast!” The stable hand yelled loudly as he pulled on the lead rope that was attached to a stud chain which was attached to an angry jet-black stallion. The stallion kicked at the stable hand, trying to fight him. Before the stallion could get free another stable hand came and threw his shirt over the stallion’s eyes. Blind now the stallion had to follow so he wouldn’t get hurt. The second the blindfold came off his head the stallion whinnied loudly and kicked at the stall door. Sweat covered his body and his nostrils flared. Some boy had bought him and he hadn’t seen him really at all. Ha. Did he really think he could get near Satan? The stallion was called Satan for a reason. Hardly anyone had gotten to ride him since last year when he killed a stable hand.
The boy had saved his life but did Satan really care? No he didn’t. The stallion didn’t give up from trying to escape he kept kicking the walls until his legs ached and he could hardly move. He let one last powerful kick to the wall which just but a small dent in it. The stallion slowly slunk down to the back of his stall and looked at the water bucket. He leaned down and got a quick drink before poking his head out of his stall. He saw a rider coming and quickly lashed out, biting down on the girl’s arm before running to the back of his stall. He nickered a challenging call and dug at the ground. The girl just rolled her eyes and kept walking.
Ah, Satan loved to be the bastard he was. He nickered softly when he saw a stable hand throw some hay in his stall then some grain in his bucket. His ears pricked forward while his stomach growled. It’d been a while since he had had grain and it smelled so inviting. Satan licked his lips before he slowly walked towards the bucket. He made sure no one was around before digging into the bucket, chewing down on the grain. When it was all gone he quickly ran to the back of his stall and snorted. His jet-black pelt was covered in dirt and his mane had a few knots in it. He was a beautiful horse all he needed was to be put in his place. Hayden would fail just like the others. So Satan thought.
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Post by Hayden Marten on Mar 1, 2008 12:52:23 GMT -6
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[/center] Hayden was driving up when an angry whinny reached his ears. His stallion was arriving today and Hayden knew all too well that the noise was coming from him. Hayden jumped out of the truck and saw a couple of stable hands roughing his stallion. Oh no that was not going to do. As soon as they released Satan Hayden rushed forward taking one by the shouldar and spinning the man around. As soon as he saw the mans face Hayden punched as hard as he could. The man was knocked on the ground in front of Satans stall and the other man just looked angrily at Hayden. Hayden was a trained street boxer. If they tried to jump him Hayden would have them flattened in a second. Hayden had a very bad temperment just like the stallion and he was way overly protective. Touch Satan again and see what happens. The angry look on Haydens face showed that he was dead serious not to mention the fact that his fists and knuckles were still bloody from the fight he was in last night. Hayden grabbed the girl as she walked by knowing dang good and well what Satan was going to do. He himself did it often, striking out at everyone and everything. The only person that Hayden truly trusted was Alayna. Hayden had lived his life in the streets of Hells Kitchen with their father. Alayna had lived the high life with their mother. Now that they were together again Hayden was not going to let anything seperate them. Hayden stood just far enough that Satan could not reach him and he watched the stallion eat. Hayden could see the anger in the stallions eyes and in his movements. He knew just how Satan was feeling. Hayden was not scared of Satan like other people were, he was more than willing to do the work to earn Satans trust. Hayden looked closer and saw that the chain was still wrapped around Satans neck. You going to let me take that off boy? Or we just going to leave it there? Hayden was more asking Satan instead of demanding something of him. It was more respectful that way and he believed the stallion cared. Hayden moved as close as the stall door and leaned against it. He kept eye contact with the stallion he knew would come to trust him. Pulling out a couple of sugar cubes Hayden began whistling a simple tune that Alayna had taught him placing the sugar cubes next to Haydens arm. He wasnt demanding anything of Satan but from the looks of that chain it was heavy and would soon be cutting into the stallion neck. Hearing heacy footsteps Hayden turned to see the two men he had just beaten right behind him this time with more chain. Stuff that could hurt Hayden. What did you come back for more? They didnt even speak before they started swinging right in front of the stall. The chain slammed into Haydens right shouldar but with his left hand Hayden jerked it out of the guys hand and swung it around hitting the other guy in the head. Pain was welling up in Haydens shouldar and arm but he paid it no mind. Grabbing the man that was still consciounce Hayden slammed him up against the stall door. I should just let Satan kill you for treating him like that. If I ever catch you around my stallion again I wont hesitate. And with that Hayden released him. As soon as the man was gone Hayden leaned even harder on the stall gripping his shouldar. ooc:
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Post by lucas on Mar 1, 2008 13:23:36 GMT -6
Satan snorted when his owner saved the girl from his teeth and let him know by kicking at the stall walls again. When he saw him lean against the stall door he pinned his ears flat against his head and threw his head in the air, letting him know he wasn’t one to mess with. When he heard the tone he was whistling he clamed down somewhat and his ears picked up the soft tone. He nickered quietly and could smell the treats and licked his lips again. When he heard the boy say something about the chain around his head he hadn’t noticed it was still on till now. He snorted and pawed at the ground the chain hanging on for dear life. Satan was about ready to run at the kid when he heard more voices. When he saw the boy fight some other boys his ears pricked and his eyes showed anger. Satan knew what it was like to be beat and the chain on his owner didn’t help clam him any further.
He wanted to help but he didn’t trust any of them. When he saw the chain make contact with his owner’s shoulder he neighed loudly and angrily. He lashed out and kicked his stall door wildly, biting at the two boys and trying to protect his owner. He wasn’t one to let one get beat up in front of him and not do anything. When the chain aimed at him, Satan turned around and quickly ran to the back of his stall, raising up and kicking at the boys. When he landed he threw his head high and snorted loudly. When he watched his owner grab the chain and heard him say something about him he pricked his ears again. He saw him slam a kid into the wall and his head bobbed inwards and he small squeal escaped his mouth.
When he saw the two boys run for their life and his owner lean harder against the stall door he slowly took a step forward. The boy had stood up for him. Satan had to give him that. The sugar cubes had fallen on the ground after Satan’s wild attack at it. A few more dents were shown on the wall and door. He was close to the boy now and the stud chain was still clinging to his face. He snorted and drew back a step when he was close. His ears forward and his muscles tensed as he was in reach of the boy. He bent down slowly and took the sugar cube in his mouth and slowly ate it, bobbing his head as he did so. When he brought his head back up he nudged the boy slightly before retreating quickly to the end of his stall. He was unsure about this boy. He was some how like him. Misunderstood and had anger problems. Satan slowly made his way over to the boy again, nickering softly as he did so. He wanted to know if he was ok. He had just taken a beating because of Satan. He was now in reaching length and stopped when his head was just barley at the door. The chain hitting the stall door.
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Post by Hayden Marten on Mar 1, 2008 15:11:57 GMT -6
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[/center] Hayden stood there for a moment until he realized that his shouldar had been popped out of socket. That was why it hurt him so bad. 1...2...3! As soon as he said 3 Hayden slammed himself so hard into the wall that his shouldar was popped back in. The pain now was even worse than before. Feeling a nudge Hayden was surprised to see Satan was right next to him looking concerned. Im alright Satan. Hayden leaned back and tried to stretch his arm moving it in all directions only to find that it hurt even more. Ok not so much. Hayden couldnt believe that he was talking to his horse. But he knew at that moment when Hayden had fought to defend him Satan was beginning to trust him. Talking to Satan was another way of showing how much the young man trusted the stallion. He was beginning to like Satan more and more. Hayden suddenly noticed that Satan was close enough to get the chain off of him. He didnt want to leave the chain on him for it would hurt the stallion in so many ways. Alright boy I promise Im not going to hurt you. If Satan attacked him it would be Haydens fault..the stallion had been through so much that Hayden betted Satan would attack him. But then again Hayden had almost the same background as he did. All Hayden did was fight and hell he had another one that night. Hayden reached slowly over the stall door with his good arm. Strong hand grasp the chain and gently lifted the heavy thing off of his neck. There thats better isnt it. At just that point someone else walked up. Hayden wrapped his hands around the chain ready to defend himself when a gentle hand was on his shouldar. It was Alayna. Jesus Hayden. Why do you always have to worry me like that. Those hands said they had beaten you to a pulp. Hayden turned around and saw that his normally strong sister was crying. He took her in hug reassuring her that he was fine. You have Satan to think for them not beating me up.Alayna turned to look at the stallion and couldnt help but smile. Well if hes anything like Ive heard than you to are a perfect match. She looked at Hayden and embraced him again showing the love between the siblings. Hayden would do anything for her and he knew that his fighting and antics worried her. She walked away to take care of her own stallion leaving Hayden and Satan alone. He leaned against the stall door looking in at his stallion. Satan looked like he could use a good brushing and it was driving Hayden nuts not being able to get to that tangled mane. But he knew it would come. Hayden began whistling again that same calming tune like nothing had ever happened. He needed to stay focused. ooc:
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Post by lucas on Mar 1, 2008 17:15:01 GMT -6
Satan snorted softly and took a step back when the boy ran into the wall and a pop was heard. His ears and eyes stayed fixed on the boy as he filled the gap he had made. Satan noticed him reach into the pen and snorted loudly his muscles tensed. He could feel the boy grab the chain then life it over his head. As soon as the chain was off his head, Satan bolted to the other end of his stall. He raised his head high and stared at the boy. What had he just done? He could tell the chain was off and that that was the only thing missing. He brought his head down by his legs and let it throw his mane in all different directions before walking over to the stall door. When he saw go on the boy’s shoulder he nickered quietly and got ready to try and fight as best as he could. When the boy hugged a girl who Satan could sense was crying he relaxed slightly.
Satan heard his name and his ears shot forward trying to pick up something they were saying. He bobbed his head slightly as the two talked his eyes fixed on them both. He pinned his ears flat against his skull when he saw a boy walk by the stall that was just a rider and tried to nip at him but the boy’s sister was in the way. Satan swished his nail as he listened to the tone his body relaxing fully now. Satan had taken to standing calmly by the door his head lowered. He was tired from all his fighting and the tone made him sleepy. When he heard someone going around and clipping halters onto the side of the doors he raised his head and watched the 10 year old boy put a halter on his door. He ignored the boy and his owner as he lifted his head over the door and grabbed the halter in his teeth.
He brought his head inside and started throwing it in the air and playing with it. When he lost interest he looked down at the halter that was dirty now then back at the boy. How far could he push him? He picked the halter up again, moving to the door and dropped the halter on his owner’s arms and nickered quietly. Would he even know what he wanted or that he was just done with playing with it? Oh well, Satan waited quietly as he listened for any other passers so he could nip at them.
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Post by Hayden Marten on Mar 1, 2008 18:18:07 GMT -6
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[/center] Hayden felt the stallion tense up but at the sound of his whistling he saw Satan begin to calm. Satan was so much like Hayden. If you tried to force him to do anything he flat out wont do it, but if you ask him he just might oblige. Hayden looked Satan over looking for any imperfection. And yet he found none. The stallion was perfect in every way. Though other people wanted to break that spirit that raged within the fresian stud all Hayden wanted to do was unleash him. The pesonality that Satan posessed was perfect for a good horse. Hayden was looking forward to working with him though right now all he wanted to do was spend some time with him. His thoughts seemed to rage within him. The whole reason he was with his sister in the first place was because his father had died and working here was his parrol. He had nearly killed his fathers killers. Hayden only wished he had succeeded. Hayden had to laugh when Satan took the halter. He had no intention of putting the haltr on the stallion so he just let Satan play with it. The halter Hayden planned on putting on Satan wasnt one that would bother him as much. It was a simple rope halter that woldnt really bother him as much. He pulled that one and untangled it out of his pocket and held it on the hook waiting for Satan to finish. It was only when Satan threw the halter back at him that Hayden looked at Satan confused for a moment, then he smiled. I think you'll like this one a lot more boy. Tristan leaned over th stall door still keeping it between them and wrapped the rope halter around his head. Tying it loosely to make sure it would not bother Satan Hayden stood back and admired what he had made. The halter was a blood red color and Hayden couldnt help but laugh. It fits you Prince of Darkness.Hayden watched him as he continued to snap at passerby. He couldnt help but laugh for Satan was spunky. His sister was right they would make a good pair. Though all this pent up energy will do him no good. Are you going to let me take you to a pasture? Hayden opened the stall door with his arms wide open. He was not going to force Satan to follow him, if the stallion chose all Hayden would do was walk towards one of the open paddocks. Hayden wasnt about to put one of those lead ropes on him. He knew better. ooc:
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Post by lucas on Mar 1, 2008 20:59:03 GMT -6
Satan had been waiting this whole time and listened as he laughed then pulled something out of his pocket. He stepped back at first until he saw it was a halter and his ears went straight forward as he listened for anyone else. He slowly filled the gap and felt the halter slip over his head. After he felt the boy tie it he flew back to the back of his stall. He threw his head in the air; letting his front legs come off the ground and kicked at the boy. When he landed he snorted loudly and threw his head high in the air, his front hooves coming off the ground slightly. When he heard the word ‘pasture’ his body froze and he looked at the boy. Oh how he did want to run but could he trust this boy. He had already stood up for him and hadn’t hurt him so far. Satan ever so slowly walked towards the boy and, his ears flat against his skill.
Satan wasn’t one to mess with and he would kick anyone ass who thought they could touch him. He let his ears slowly go forward as he reached the boy again. He wanted to run and his legs longed to feel the touch of grass under his feet. Satan took a deep breath wondering if he could bolt out of the stall but the boy was in the way. He lowered his head and smelled the boy’s chest and nudged it slightly, squealing slightly. He pawed at the ground and shook his head. He wanted to go out now. He nudged the boy again, stepping close. He didn’t care if this boy was going to hurt him his horse instincts had taken over. The taste of grass clouded his mind. The feeling to run free also did too.
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