Post by Fallen on Feb 20, 2007 15:56:14 GMT -5
The gates to the chute opened, and out came a rather angry mare. She bucked wildly as she came into the arena with a rough-edged man standing in the middle of the area.
The young mare stopped and stared the man dead-set in the eyes. Her brown eyes igniting with a passionate fire and fury that told of her wild past.
She pawed the earth, ears pinning flat against her skull. Her red dun coat flinched as the annoying pests touched her. She whickered towards the man, daring him to even try to force her into a gallop.
Her gaze adverted quickly to the man's hand, seeing it rustle and expose a black whip. Her whithers quivered and the whites of her eyes were seen.
She knew the whip was her enemy and forever it would remain that way. The mare had immediately bolted around the man as she saw the whip coil up like a snake, ready to strike.
The man smirked, knowing he won this battle with the pure-bred Kiger Mustang mare. Her ebony stockings blurred together as she saw the man lean forwards with one leg. She immediately turned, telling most of the on-lookers she was tamed and worked well under saddle, though she was a beginner with a wild past.
Her black locks flickered behind her like flames licking the sky. She whinnied shrilly as she galloped around the fencing, hoping for a better place to stay at. The whites of her eyes were shown, and her burning, wild candle was snuffed out when she first laid eyes upon the whip.
A voice rumbled from above,
"How about the starting price go at about 500 dollars, folks?
Victorious Rebellion whinnied with pain as the coiled snake had struck out, hitting her hindquarters.
She knew the man saw she was slowing down. She picked up a gallop, tossing her head wildly as she whickered with fear. She suddenly stopped, glaring at the man with flaring nares. Her legs trembled from her weight as she galloped. Lather collected upon her red dun coat. She savored this moment of peace, but soon the whip struck out once more and she was sent into a mad dash, trying to find a way out.
She was only a two year old mare and most knew her potential to be excellent in Western riding, and nothing else. She had no way of being a Dressage horse with her gaits, nor did she like jumping. She often shied away from the jumps and walked around it.
She looked out longingly at the crowd, hoping and wishing all this incessant pressure would stop and she'd be home free. She snorted, wishing she reunited back with her herd.
Rebel nickered softly at this thought before refocusing on keeping her gallop up to pace.
